Luo Binhan did not find the photo album, but Yaleriga said that there were several sketchbooks of mermaids on the ship. They were so large that Jing Huang threw them into the warehouse after Momolo boarded the ship.
He felt that he needed to critically study the scale of those albums.
Momolo led him to the warehouse. It was in the deepest part of the complex corridor behind the bridge. It was in a remote location and was even covered in dust. This surprised Luo Binhan. He thought that high-tech spaceships should be spotless.
"Ah, because the warehouse is rarely cleaned." Momolo said, "Mr. Xuanhong didn't let me do the cleaning, and he didn't seem to let ∈ get close to this warehouse, so it was completely abandoned."
Luo Binhan was immediately full of energy. His expectations for the scale of the album are even higher. For safety reasons, he asked: "There's nothing dangerous here, right?"
"It seems that they are all sundries that Mr. Xuanhong doesn't use." Momoluo replied.
Luo Binhan was relieved. He left Momolo outside and entered the interior of the warehouse alone. The lights inside were bright and the space was empty, until he pressed a button and the wall opened up and many shelves fell out. Luo Binhan soon discovered that the storage boxes on the shelves were full of things that puzzled him: glass jars filled with purple pearls, ugly octopus dolls, beautifully embroidered bright red dresses, etc.
He quickly forgot about the mermaid album and began to think about the story between that dress and Jing Huang. Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, something big on a shelf in the corner caught his eye.
A heavy and huge metal machine. Its shape is rough and bulky, its outer shell is made of brass, and it seriously lacks the sophistication of alien technology. When Luo Binhan got closer, he found that the metal nameplate on the top of the machine was still engraved with Arabic numerals, which looked like a date - according to the time in his hometown, it was only three years ago.
"If I were you, I wouldn't go near that machine." Someone said behind him.
That was definitely not Momolo's voice. Luo Binhan suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. Standing between the two rows of shelves was a young girl. She was wearing a roomy crimson coat. The hood of the coat covered her eyes, revealing only half of her calm face.
Luo Binhan noticed that the girl had a few strands of black hair hanging from the bottom of her hat, and that her appearance and figure were very Asian. He turned around and walked towards the door while asking: "Who are you?"
"I'm the manager of the warehouse." The girl answered.
"You walk very lightly," Luo Binhan said, "Where did you learn this light kung fu, heroine?"
A complicated smile appeared on the girl's lips. She suddenly lifted her hood, revealing a slightly haggard face underneath. Her forehead is high and her eye sockets are slightly sunken, making people think she is depressed.
"You have misunderstood my situation," she said.
Luo Binhan saw her body turn into a translucent virtual image. "...Oh," he said, "Xia, please calm down, we have no grievances or grudges!"
The ghostly girl in red raised her eyebrows as if she found it interesting: "This is subject to discussion."
Luo Binhan suddenly felt that she looked familiar, maybe she looked like a child of one of his relatives. He has so many relatives that he can’t even count them all at once. But then again, why is there a female ghost on this alien spacecraft?
"I am not a ghost or a ghost." The girl said, "I am..."
She paused: "Some data."
"Information aggregate mind branch?" Luo Binhan asked tentatively. He even admired himself for being able to finish the word.
The girl in red showed that strange smile again. “In a way, yes, sir, I am an artificial intelligence,” she said. “But it’s not the same as the gentleman who is driving the ship. Our principles are different.”
"Do you still differentiate between genders?"
"Maybe it's not that strict." The girl said, "Do you want me to use a male image to communicate with you?"
Luo Binhan quickly waved his hand: "No, this is good, don't change it. What do you call the heroine?"
The girl fell into a brief silence. She stretched her hand towards the shelf next to her. First her fingertips touched the metal surface. It looked like she was going to support her arm on the shelf - but then the virtual image of the arm passed through the entity and stretched out without any hindrance. On the other side of the cabinet.
She took her hand back and put it in the pocket of her red coat. "Li Li," she said, "my name is Li Li."
In a short moment, her name caused a reaction in a certain area of Luo Binhan's head. It was a trivial sense of déjà vu, just like when a person accidentally walks into a strange street and gets an idea, thinking that he has experienced the same scene a long time ago. This memory illusion is not surprising to anyone.
Luo Binhan doesn't believe in fate, isn't keen on artificial beautiful girls, and doesn't really care about this illusion. The awkward part was that he was embarrassed to ask the other party if there were any large-scale mermaid albums in the warehouse.
He had no choice but to ask about other things, such as the pearl jars or clay dolls at hand. As a result, Li Li didn't seem to know the origins of these things. Her responsibility is to look at the warehouse, and only the warehouse. In addition, other areas are run by the talkative ∈.
"You are just a warehouse manager." Luo Binhan concluded, "You have a high star rating, right?"
Li Li smiled noncommittally. She said with a hint of self-deprecation: "I'm not good at carrying heavy responsibilities, especially when I'm far away from the ground."
"Are you bored?" Luo Binhan asked unexpectedly.
"No." Li Li said.
"I think the chief manager is very idle. He keeps asking questions all day long. Isn't it because he is holding it in?"
"This is a principle difference, sir." Li Li said, "Mr. ∈ is a pure, blueprint-less collection of information that is not fixed according to any existing personality data. The logic of thinking he simulated a second ago does not flow through to The next second, any subjective opinion is relative and fickle to him."
"Ah?" Luo Binhan said.
"He is like a baby, imitating any adult he sees." Li Li re-explained, "All the personalities he displays do not represent his own personality. It is just an incoherent imitation behavior that depends on what he has just been input. Information. So back to your original question, sir, information aggregates are not boring, they just show the state and behavior of material life forms when they are bored at some moments."
Luo Binhan fell into deep thinking. Somehow he remembered the scrambled eggs made by Zhou Yu's childhood sweetheart. It looked like black charcoal, smelled like black charcoal, and tasted like black charcoal, but Zhou Yu insisted that it was scrambled eggs.
"Okay," he said, "Will you be happy?"
He was ready for another round of "Hei Tan is scrambled eggs", but this time Li Li didn't answer immediately. She raised her translucent hand and moved it slowly in front of her eyes.
"I don't know, sir," she said.
They continued talking about the stuff in the warehouse. Luo Binhan was shocked to find that he quite liked talking to this warehouse manager, perhaps because Li Li was the one who behaved the most harmlessly and spoke the most coherently since he boarded the ship.
When they began to comment on the ugly octopus doll, Li Li said: "I am very curious about your motivation for coming here, sir."
Luo Binhan already knew that the other party's gender was just an illusion, but he was still a little embarrassed. He pretended to be calm and said: "I'm looking for a baby."
Li Li looked at him for a while, then showed a meaningful smile: "I suggest you go to the corner on the right and look for it."
Luo Binhan wanted to ask clearly. But at this moment, the door of the warehouse suddenly opened, and Momolo's head was poked out: "Mr. Luo, are you still looking for something?"
"Hmm." Luo Binhan responded vaguely.
"What are you doing standing there alone?" Momolo asked.
Luo Binhan turned his head. He found that Li Li, who was standing in the middle of the shelf, had disappeared.
This kind of haunting behavior made Luo Binhan very dissatisfied, but his opinion did not last long. He found a rather old sealed cardboard box in the corner of the shelf on the right.
The box is stuffed with a mermaid sketchbook and a beauty photo album.
