In the dream, she was a poorly made puppet. She was busy every day but didn't know what she was busy with. As a puppet, she just felt very tired and wanted to just lie down. No matter how she fiddled with the string that controlled her, she still lay motionless...
It's okay to turn over if it really doesn't work...
Suddenly, the line broke.
The puppet fell off the stage and fell to pieces.
"Hiss---" Skye Cheng cried out in pain. He slept too late last night and had another dream. Every cell in his brain was screaming that he didn't have enough sleep.
She fumbled for her phone with half-lidded eyes, and finally found it near the pillow at the last second when her patience ran out.
The lock screen lights up.
Eleven past three! ! !
Skye Cheng woke up instantly.
There is a group meeting at 9:30 today!
Oh my God! Where's the alarm clock? Why didn't it ring?
Breaking out in cold sweat, Skye Cheng realized something was wrong.
She was not on a small single bed now, but on a huge, soft bed.
Skye Cheng was stunned for at least half a minute, and finally pressed his temples. Did she drink the pill?
No matter what, she hasn't asked for leave yet from the group meeting.
Skye Cheng subconsciously grabbed his phone and was wondering why it seemed a little heavier when Face ID automatically unlocked it. She quickly opened her address book and called her current roommate Nellie Bai.
Nellie Bai is her junior fellow student and a direct doctoral student of the school who just moved into the doctoral student dormitory to sleep with her this year.
For some reason, Nellie Bai never answered the phone.
Logically speaking, it was almost time for dinner, so the team meeting should have ended anyway, and their division never failed to answer the phone during meetings.
Skye Cheng didn't believe it, so he called again.
This time, the call was answered within ten seconds.
"Hello, Sister Cheng? Is there something urgent?"
Skye Cheng was stunned by this title. Senior sister and senior sister were really not good enough and she could accept the word "sister". Why did she suddenly change to this more age-appropriate term?
"Hello?" A confused voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Junior sister, I have nothing urgent to do." Skye Cheng answered quickly, "It's just..."
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"Sister Cheng, there is a problem with the experiment and we are dealing with it. Can I call you back?"
Before Skye Cheng could say "I overslept, didn't Teacher Chen get angry during the group meeting?", there was a beep on the other end of the phone.
What experiment are you doing at noon?
She was wondering, flipping through her address book aimlessly. Suddenly, several strange names popped up in front of her eyes, and she felt confused.
... Could it be that you have stayed up too late recently and your brain is damaged?
Suddenly his hand slipped and Skye Cheng dialed a number.
She looked at the note carefully and was so frightened that she almost dropped her phone. Before she could hang up, the other person picked up the call.
"Hello? Who is this?"
She could only bite the bullet and shout "Mom".
"Dududu" the phone was hung up again.
Within half a minute, a video invitation came through.
Skye Cheng opened it with trembling hands and connected.
"What are you calling! Isn't the call charge free? You don't need to make a call because you have a good WeChat account? And why did you change your WeChat avatar again? It took me a long time to find it. What does the boss look like with a colorful avatar now? I asked you to take a group photo with your family this time, why haven’t you changed it yet? And don’t block the camera with your hands. Are you polite? You really don’t listen at all..."
Skye Cheng quickly turned down the volume and released his index finger that was blocking the front.
"Mom, do you know where I am now?"
"Oh my God, look at what you look like. You are still lying on the bed, look at whose daughter looks like you? And why are you still wearing these cartoon pajamas?"
Cheng Shusheng closed his eyes helplessly.
"Don't pretend to be impatient whenever I talk, got it? I'm talking to you. Do you think I'm noisy? If you think I'm annoying now, you won't be able to cry when you suffer in the future. Just talk!"
"I know, I know..."
"I know it again, what do you know? You refuse to change despite repeated admonitions. How many times have I told you, but you still don't change... You know it all the time, you know it..."
Skye Cheng didn't know where Heng Xin came from, so he hung up the video directly. She buried her head into the pillow, out of sight and out of mind.
The phone was vibrating wildly, and Skye Cheng knew it was definitely her mother without even looking up.
She was unmoved.
Finally, the phone stopped after ringing four or five times.
Skye Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Now there is still a very serious question, that is, where is she?
Skye Cheng got out of bed and opened the curtains. This was a huge floor-to-ceiling window that she had never dared to imagine in her life. There is a mountain view outside the window, and as far as the eye can see there is only a green patch of green. Staying in this room feels like being in a forest oxygen bar.
Her confused mind seemed to be clearer.
Skye Cheng was certain that she had no memory of entering a villa in person.
She read the literature last night until about three or four in the morning. The last thing she looked at before going to bed was the peeling ceiling of the dormitory. How could she run from the dormitory to the villa as soon as she woke up?
If this was truly sleepwalking, she would have at least run a half marathon at night.
Since there were no other clues, Skye Cheng went back to the bed and picked up his phone.
Just when he wanted to check what time it was, Skye Cheng noticed today's date clearly written on the lock screen:
November 20, 2033.
What? ? ?
Skye Cheng rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
2033? Did she travel ten years into the future?
She opened the calendar on her phone without believing it, and flipped through it carefully for a long time, but after reading it four or five times, it still showed November 20, 2033.
Skye Cheng's materialism for many years collapsed.
She walked to the bathroom next to the bedroom in a daze. Before she could admire the marble tiles and luxurious bathtub, Skye Cheng saw her current face in the mirror.
No wonder it is said that money can support people, and noble ladies are nurtured. Her current skin condition is almost the same as it was ten years ago, or even better. I don’t know how many double-anti-facial masks she used to achieve it.
Skye Cheng thought back to how she looked "yesterday", with shoulder-length hair messed up into chicken nests and dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept in a hundred years.
Look now, her long hair has reached the butterfly bone position, it is smooth and beautiful, as if she is about to shoot a shampoo commercial. His eyes were no longer decadent, but had a warm luster.
It looks rich at first glance. This is Skye Cheng's evaluation of himself.
She said to herself: "As soon as it comes, take care of it, over."
After saying that, she reached for the electric toothbrush.
In the process, Skye Cheng discovered two things.
The first thing is: her nails are finally healed. She had serious stereotypic behavior before, and the nails on her left and right thumbs were bitten to a terrible shape, but now the nails on both hands are polished and smooth, showing a healthy pink color.
The second thing is: there are two sets of toiletries on the sink.
The former can be understood to mean that after she became a rich woman, her psychological burden was reduced, and she naturally gave up her stereotyped behavior.
And the latter... Skye Cheng really couldn't imagine who she would live with. There was no word "partner" in her life plan, and it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like to live and eat with another person.
The widowed king has gained a lot of Ph.D., not to mention she is now a rich woman. Why can't she think about getting married?
Due to her confidence in herself, Skye Cheng didn't think she would be married now.
Moreover, Skye Cheng found no trace of men living here. There was no razor and no men's slippers. Two sets of toiletries didn't mean much. She was probably still living alone.
Ten years ago, same-S3x marriage was not legal. Skye Cheng didn't even think about the fact that she might be married to a woman.
After washing up, Skye Cheng stretched himself. Now that she is a little rich woman, she should enjoy the life of a rich person.
The first step is: visit the mansion.
As soon as Skye Cheng walked out of the bedroom door, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Decorated in a technological style, smart furniture can be seen everywhere. If the sci-fi style can be explained by the development of the times, the rotating slide between the first and second floors completely exceeds Skye Cheng's understanding of "residential".
Just when she was in shock, something touched her leg lightly.
"Master, good afternoon. Do you need 117 to prepare breakfast for you?"
Skye Cheng looked down and saw a cylindrical robot that could reach a human waist. Its face, or display, was lighting up with a smile.
"Hello?" Skye Cheng greeted tentatively.
"117 is switching to English mode for you, please wait."
"No need, just speak Chinese."
"Okay, Master."
Skye Cheng looked at the robot twice and continued to ask: "Is 117 your factory number? Which company produced it?"
"Master, 117 is the second generation home robot of Li Feng's Lingrui AI series." 117's expression changed from a smile to sadness, "117 is the name you gave me, master."
"Your original words were: 'Height 117? Then call it 117.'" The robot automatically retrieved the voice of its owner three years ago and played it back.
It was indeed something she could say. Skye Cheng said "oh" awkwardly.
"Master, don't feel guilty, 117 loves you, meow~" 117's expression changed to cat eyes again, and he even winked.
Skye Cheng was stunned by 117's sudden beast.
"Master, do you need a meal?" 117 turned around in a circle, like a dancing trash can.
Skye Cheng walked to the lazy sofa in the corner of the second floor and sat down, so he could relax and said, "Then bring it to me."
"Good master."
Skye Cheng kept her eyes on 117. She wanted to see how the robot went down the stairs--the slide was just for it. That would be too funny.
Just when Skye Cheng was thinking wildly, 117 Mobile entered the elevator...
Okay, she's being narrow-minded.
Ten minutes later, 117 raised his short hand and steadily brought over a glass of orange juice and a portion of well-fried eggs.
"Orange juice is freshly squeezed, and it tastes best if you drink it immediately~" 117 said with a smile, "The eggs are also your favorite degree of doneness."
"Well, thank you." Skye Cheng took a sip and thought to himself: Sure enough, the lives of rich people are different, and every sip tastes like drunkenness and wealth.
However, very cooked omelette is not her taste, she prefers medium rare.
But because her mother, Ms. Cheng Shuodong, would act like she was "killing someone" every time she saw her eating soft-boiled eggs, so over time, Skye Cheng only ate hard-boiled eggs.
"Uncooked eggs are poisonous and will kill people." Ms. Cheng was hysterical, and then threw the plate with the hard-boiled eggs heavily on the dining table.
---This is what Skye Cheng saw when he closed his eyes.
As time passed, she stopped refuting.
After all, you can eat hard-boiled eggs.
Skye Cheng finished the eggs three times, five by two, took a sip of orange juice, and then returned the empty tableware to 117.
"Master, you can eat slowly, 117 will be waiting for you."
Skye Cheng choked, and Ms. Cheng could only say "eat quickly and get out", so her habit for more than 20 years has been to eat very quickly.
Suddenly being moved by a robot, Skye Cheng felt uncomfortable. She quickly waved her hand to cover up her emotions: "Go back, you have nothing to do."
"Okay Master, I have recharged my batteries in the nanny room 117 times."
Skye Cheng: Did I hear that right? Home robots also have a dedicated nanny room?
"By the way, I have another question, how did you reach the stove?" Skye Cheng asked suddenly as he looked at 117's leaving figure.
117 slowly turned around and then stood up - it had legs.
Skye Cheng: "Sorry, I didn't know you could transform."
117 left angrily.
Skye Cheng was not emotional enough to comfort a robot. She leaned on the sofa and scrolled through her phone, trying to understand the current social reality through the Internet.
---There are many robots like 117. Li Feng is a subsidiary of Pengyue, a famous domestic mobile phone manufacturer, and is now specialized in interactive AI.
"The second generation of the Lingrui AI series home robot adopts the latest DNA memory chip"
A piece of news three years ago attracted Skye Cheng's attention. One of her research directions is DNA storage.
Her tutor often gave her advice: "Xiao Cheng, our goal is to publish CNS. Although you are already qualified for graduation, your talent goes far beyond that."
CNS, Cell, Nature and Science are to the extent that one person can ascend to heaven by posting one article.
Ten years ago, the cost of DNA synthesis and sequencing was still very high [1]. Unexpectedly, DNA memory chips can now be put into widespread use.
I don't know what's going on with the junior fellow student who couldn't graduate without a thesis, or if Skye Cheng's joke about "divorcing and raising two children" spread throughout the laboratory.
Please, Skye Cheng treats the Nature sub-journal he is submitting as his biological child. Can they believe this?
Just as Cheng Baibai was flipping through the review posts boredly, a pair of small hands sneaked up from behind her and covered her eyes.
Before Skye Cheng could recover from his confusion, the sweet voice of the little girl came out from behind.
"Mother!"
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