Chapter 35 Section 24

I was assigned to a new workshop - a line that makes fuel injection devices for gasoline engines.In a highly automated production line like this, workers will be arranged to work in some links that cannot be automated or that use manual labor to save costs. First, the parts are placed on a conveyor belt and passed in one by one.The square box called the pallet holds ten components, which are the injection part of the fuel injection unit.My job is to unify the injection settings of these parts into a quantitative.First set the machines so that they inject similar fuel oil, and then adjust the injection amount according to the standard value.There are ten machines and ten parts.If the set-up is not completed before the next pallet comes in, the parts keep piling up.

The body is so numb that it is almost part of the machine, but there are benefits to working in this place.The first is that I don’t need to contact people all day, and the second is that my mind can be completely cleared, and I don’t need to think about anything irrelevant.I'm also not quite sure if not having to think about anything is good or bad for my brain.Sometimes the same action is repeated over and over again, and the consciousness will be interrupted suddenly.Once this aerial trap of consciousness is formed, for some reason the world around it begins to distort.This gave me an extremely ominous premonition.

After living like this for about three days, Michihiko Saga called. "About the incident last time, how about this Thursday?" the lawyer asked in a bright voice. He meant going to his house.I didn't really want to go, but I couldn't find a reason to refuse for a while.Besides, even if I refuse this time, he will definitely find another reason to invite me next time.Just get this over with sooner.I replied: "Yes." "That's great. Is your companion all right?" "Ah, she can't go, she went back to her hometown these days... "Oh, I wish I had invited the two of you earlier." Saga seemed to sigh regretfully.

I went to the research room of the university on Saturday.In fact, I don't really want to go, but because I have already promised Naoko Tachibana.Let's be honest now. On this day, Ruosheng gave me a strange examination.I was asked to wear a fancy pair of glasses.There are movable shutters on the glasses, which can cover the left and right lines of sight, and various images can be reflected on the inside of the glasses on the covered side.Small things like compasses and knives, as well as fruits like apples and oranges were piled up in disorder on the table in front of you.Under such an environment setting, Ruosheng said to me: "From now on, I will only give you hints in your right eye, please use your left hand to touch out what you see."

The first thing that appeared in front of you was the scissors.I grasped this image in an instant, and then I reached out to the table with my left hand and felt for the scissors all at once. "OK, switch to the right hand next." Appearing in the right eye is an apple.I grabbed it without hesitation. Then there was projection in the left eye, and then the experiment of using the right hand first and then the left hand to pick up objects. I didn't understand the meaning of these at all, so I asked the purpose of this inspection, and the answer I got was: "This is a kind of inspection. You seem to have no problem with the method of brain injury!" What can you find out with this kind of deceiving child's examination!

After that, I took the routine psychological test and other links, and then went to Dr. Tang Yuan's room, where the Guangguo Jiaoyuan I met a few days ago was also there.I knew that I would be asked about my recent physical condition again, so I talked about my personality change just like last time.The doctor still tried his best to change the topic.I've given up on taking this issue too seriously, and talking to people who don't want to tell the truth won't help. "By the way, how is your work? Is there anything new?" Maybe it's because I'm so frank today that the doctor asked with such interest.

"I changed jobs." "Changing of the guard? Oh, what work do you do now?" "It's like what Chaplin did in here." I explained to the doctor what the job was and how my mind felt empty due to the monotonous repetition. After listening, his expression became a little gloomy, and he asked: "It seems that the work is quite hard, do you plan to stay there forever?" "I'm afraid so," I replied. The doctor and Professor Guangguo exchanged glances, wondering what they were thinking. "Then, I will leave it to the professor." As soon as Dr. Tang Yuan finished speaking, Guangguo wrinkled his nose and stood up.

I said to the little man, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I refuse that treatment." "Why?" Guangguo seemed surprised. "I don't want to do it, that's it." "But I think that's the best way to get rid of your uneasiness." "That also depends on the premise that I can trust you." When I said this, Guangguo closed his mouth as if unhappy.I continued, "It's going to be a problem if you go crazy during therapy." The two scholars seemed to have already figured it out, and lowered their eyes.I took the opportunity to say "goodbye" and pushed the door out.

When I was walking towards the gate of the university, someone behind me stopped me—it was Naoko Tachibana, and my heart throbbed.This woman may be more suitable to wear a white coat. "I feel relieved when you come. To be honest, I'm a little worried." She said as she walked side by side with me. "I've already promised you. What did you find there?" "Not yet. But I saw the materials of the emergency meeting of the Brain Transplant Committee held recently. No one else can see that material except the committee members, so we haven't read it yet. Maybe the content in it is related to you."

"I really want to see it." "It's impossible to take it out. There is still a way to just peek at it. Maybe you think it's too exaggerated. That document is put in the safe." If it is really such an important part, it is even more necessary to take a look. "I hope you can try it for me. The only one I can rely on is you." "Let me try." Her voice was hoarse. When I got to the gate, I stopped and turned to her. "By the way, can we meet tomorrow?" "Tomorrow? What's the matter?" "Michihiko Saga invited me to dinner, and I want you to come with me."

"Saga, oh..." She seemed to recall the surname, "Where's Miss Yemura?" "She's not here now, she's back home." "Oh..." Perhaps it was a peculiar habit when she was confused, she blinked several times. "Also," I continued, "I want to try to meet you without being a doctor or a patient." She gasped, and after a brief silence, she said, "When shall I go to your place?" "He picked me up at half past six." "See you at six." "I'll wait for you." I stretched out my right hand to her, she hesitated for a moment, and held my hand.