Self

The smart robot, Little Trash, thanked Heshan. The two of them were having a meaningless conversation. Just as Heshan was about to leave, the robot, Little Trash, suddenly said in a different tone, "Mr. Sen said he wants to take me to the new city area to fix my face."

For a moment, Heshan seemed to hear a hint of pride and joy. If this feeling was not her imagination, it meant that the core chip of the seemingly backward and dilapidated robot in front of her was quite powerful. It could actually simulate such detailed emotions.

At this point, the tempo of the short film was still very slow. There were no dramatic turns at all.

The dark sky of the city on a rainy day and the old streets with few pedestrians revealed a dilapidated and decadent smell. It was like a dream that could not make people happy, but was not bad enough to wake them up immediately.