Liz
Chen Yishu
2013202139
Tuesday 16:00
The Lost Christmas
I
“Well, Miss ‘Lucky,’ congratulations.” “Thanks… So is it mine?” “Of course,” the director answered.
The next day. Bang. The door opened. Olla rushed into my room, yelling crazily as if it just found me dead. “Sweetheart! You’re in the newspaper! Look at the picture!” I buried myself in bed, pretending that I couldn’t hear. But Olla never gives up. “Sweetheart! Don’t stay in bed! Come on, let’s go jogging—” I couldn’t put it off anymore. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I pushed back my covers and looked into its eyes. “Sure.” Olla paid its whole attention on the electronic newspaper without glancing at me. “You look terrific. Wait a second, I’m storing it in my …show more content…
How could I tell everybody Olla was No 2? They would laugh at me.
And I started to miss Olla, who I thought I would be happy to get rid of.
I never knew it was so important to me. I called the director, “Please recycle NO 2 and give Olla back to me.” “That’s impossible,” the director blurted out. “Please!” My voice choked with tears, “Give Olla back to me.” “It’s impossible. We transferred NO 2’s system into Olla’s shell and Olla was deleted,” he stopped. “Sophie, haven’t you watch the news? It’s too late. NO 2 already executed your order.”
A strange virus that had no origin nor antidote began to spread. People who lived in superior conditions got infected immediately, followed by the less superior ones, and finally ordinary people. The catastrophe that went global overnight was named “the Lost Christmas” for it was Christmas when the first person got infected. But NO 2 disappeared. I spent a year looking for it. People started to wear protection suits. They claimed to be poor and unfortunate when meeting acquaintances. They quitted working because they were afraid of being successful. No one stopped criminals because they were afraid of being a …show more content…
Don’t!”
In an instant its face became hideous again. “It will never end! The virus is incurable!” I took off the suit.
I saw Olla rush and topple down over and over, and finally it began crawling to reach me.
A bright beam of sunshine fell down from heaven, like that afternoon when it stood up and followed me home. Its innocent eyes looked like diamonds in the sun. It was December 25, 2059.
II
“We mentioned last time that during ‘the Lost Christmas,’ a cyborg named Director created a wide-spread virus called NO 2 and thus triggered the war between humans and robots. Now I want to show a picture of two bodies scientists discovered after ‘the Lost Christmas.’ Mary, can you see what’s in the picture?”
“A woman and a robot?”
“Right. You can see clearly the robot was trying to protect the woman with its body though due to its small size, it could barely cover her head. Therefore, her head remained unwounded while the rest of her body were infected and withered.”
The professor stopped for a while. “Besides, another interesting finding was that, after dissection, scientists found that the cause of death of the robot was the instant explosion of its CPU, which is similar to heartbreak of humans.”
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Chen Yishu
2013202139
Tuesday 16:00
The Lost Christmas
I
“Well, Miss ‘Lucky,’ congratulations.” “Thanks… So is it mine?” “Of course,” the director answered.
The next day. Bang. The door opened. Olla rushed into my room, yelling crazily as if it just found me dead. “Sweetheart! You’re in the newspaper! Look at the picture!” I buried myself in bed, pretending that I couldn’t hear. But Olla never gives up. “Sweetheart! Don’t stay in bed! Come on, let’s go jogging—” I couldn’t put it off anymore. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I pushed back my covers and looked into its eyes. “Sure.” Olla paid its whole attention on the electronic newspaper without glancing at me. “You look terrific. Wait a second, I’m storing it in my …show more content…
How could I tell everybody Olla was No 2? They would laugh at me.
And I started to miss Olla, who I thought I would be happy to get rid of.
I never knew it was so important to me. I called the director, “Please recycle NO 2 and give Olla back to me.” “That’s impossible,” the director blurted out. “Please!” My voice choked with tears, “Give Olla back to me.” “It’s impossible. We transferred NO 2’s system into Olla’s shell and Olla was deleted,” he stopped. “Sophie, haven’t you watch the news? It’s too late. NO 2 already executed your order.”
A strange virus that had no origin nor antidote began to spread. People who lived in superior conditions got infected immediately, followed by the less superior ones, and finally ordinary people. The catastrophe that went global overnight was named “the Lost Christmas” for it was Christmas when the first person got infected. But NO 2 disappeared. I spent a year looking for it. People started to wear protection suits. They claimed to be poor and unfortunate when meeting acquaintances. They quitted working because they were afraid of being successful. No one stopped criminals because they were afraid of being a …show more content…
Don’t!”
In an instant its face became hideous again. “It will never end! The virus is incurable!” I took off the suit.
I saw Olla rush and topple down over and over, and finally it began crawling to reach me.
A bright beam of sunshine fell down from heaven, like that afternoon when it stood up and followed me home. Its innocent eyes looked like diamonds in the sun. It was December 25, 2059.
II
“We mentioned last time that during ‘the Lost Christmas,’ a cyborg named Director created a wide-spread virus called NO 2 and thus triggered the war between humans and robots. Now I want to show a picture of two bodies scientists discovered after ‘the Lost Christmas.’ Mary, can you see what’s in the picture?”
“A woman and a robot?”
“Right. You can see clearly the robot was trying to protect the woman with its body though due to its small size, it could barely cover her head. Therefore, her head remained unwounded while the rest of her body were infected and withered.”
The professor stopped for a while. “Besides, another interesting finding was that, after dissection, scientists found that the cause of death of the robot was the instant explosion of its CPU, which is similar to heartbreak of humans.”
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