While we let the raft spin around the waterfront, the verdict was given to one person. Just like in "Little Angel" by Anthony Floudin, the robot Wellman failed to abide by the will of his creator and was sentenced to death by the old women. The expedition boat sinks into the long river, and he must be sentenced to death.
The water is banging, occasionally banging, sometimes it’s crashing, that Wellman, this man made of rags mixed with spells, is now attached to our banner, even though he makes his body color He became as close as possible to the main color of our banner, but the appearance close to the human figure still exposed his traces. After Werman left his creator, he restored what he had never experienced before and where he had just arrived. A system that the Creator strongly opposed. We don't have the savage sense of smell and perception, but we believe that persistent desire will give clues to lead, not to mention that we already have too much experience and conquerors.
Another hot desire tentatively scalded my skin and burned. In addition to itself, it also bundled other things to support combustion. I expressed indifference to it. Several dead bodies, a woman with two breasts exposed without metal decoration, and a mummy in a thinking posture.
To tell you bluntly, this land has never attracted my attention and produced any emotions, anger, sorrow, or joy. I can’t see that I can’t hear or smell, and I’ve never had any thoughts that I want to touch; you call your actions conquest, thinking I have explored every inch of this land, but I don't know that when the invisible and changeable "life" will come a little bit, this place will become a strange land again.
A single person describes what he is experiencing in this way, hoping to get hints or derive some clues when retelling the content.
He narrowed the distance with the object of exploration. The orange-peel-like surface of the opponent showed countless spiral nests on the spherical crystal after the distance was reduced. The brain has not been able to adapt to this unusual signal transmission. After receiving the information, Sluggish in seconds, it did not respond to the next step and provided relevant knowledge instructions.
Fortunately, this explorer is not unfamiliar at least in terms of its basic structure. He didn't let him retreat subconsciously. He tried to perceive whether the countless screw sockets were convex or concave, but he hadn't touched the entity, and he felt like a prank. Send out this message, "How similar the original creatures in the snail nest are to your flesh, weak and juicy, these flesh bodies either evaporate clean under the high temperature, or eventually disappear into the extreme cold, and there are The explorers of, regard these corpse remains as a map, and continue to expand this map, continue to expand."
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