Juliana’s workshop Chapter 77: No, this is me
Lulunaka squatted down and reached out to touch the thing that fell on the ground. This is something that can barely be said to be a human shape, because it…or should be said to be her, with a human appearance and outline.
She was lying facing the ground, and Lulunaka turned her over. She has the appearance of half a girl—the reason she says so is because she really has only half of her face left, and only half of her body.
Lulunaka gave a whistle, feeling very happy. “I didn’t expect to be able to maintain a semi-human figure… although this is even more terrifying.”
The girl lying on the ground, only half of it is normal, and on the other side, there are gears, metal skeletons, and blood vessels. The girl’s appearance merged with the metal and turned into a double-sided monster. If you look closely, under the remaining half of the face, there are bulging silver lines that almost pierce the face and expose it. This is an alchemy creature that is not so much a human form as it is a human form, but even the most sophisticated alchemist and mage can work together to produce such a delicate and weird existence.
Lulunaka poked the remaining half of her face, still flexible, as if she was still alive. “It’s strange not to see my face in the mirror.”
If Julius and Lei could come here and see this fallen girl, I would be surprised. Because this girl who seemed to be dead had a face exactly like Lulunaka—just ignore the metal frame on that side.
But there is only Lulunaka, and they can’t come here.
The girl with only half of her face closed her eyes, as if she fell asleep peacefully, Lulunaka’s small movements couldn’t wake her up. Lulunaka continued to mutter to the side: “This model can indeed be stored for longer, but it is not a good thing to be too strong. The weight alone can easily lead people to doubt…” She raised her head. Looking at the rapidly rotating metal polygon, “But it is indeed the most suitable for high-strength and dangerous work.”
, at least at that time, is the most suitable model for this kind of work. Although from the current point of view, it is just a heavy old model that has already been eliminated. As for who was eliminated, it is naturally Lulu Naka——
The girl with her eyes closed opened her eyes, with normal eyeballs on one side and mechanical pupils glowing with blue light on the other. She looked at Lulunaka who was poking her remaining half of her face, “Is it fun to entertain yourself?”
suddenly said this to the lying girl. Lulunaka didn’t eat chicken at all. This was not a strange thing, at least not more strange than when she was alone talking to herself. “Because no one is chatting, it’s a very lonely thing… Even talking to yourself is more pleasant than holding back, right?”
“However, this kind of self-talking to oneself thing.”
”And still with the previous self.”
“A living another self talks to this kind of thing.”
“It’s really scary.”
“Maybe people will wonder if I have a brain problem.”
”But this kind of thing.”
“It just happened.”
“Even if someone doesn’t believe it.”
”It is also real.”
”Then people are such things.”
“You will doubt everything in front of you.”
“Is it true after all.”
Lulunaka and this girl—or maybe the other one, you are talking with each other, obviously from two different mouths, but what they say is completely belong to Alone.
Lulunaka shrugged and stood up. And the other one also stood up. The two stood in front of the polygonal cube and glanced at each other.
“I used this model as the body at the time, because the world was quite messy at that time, the demons danced in a random manner, and anything could pretend to be a god.” Lulunaka said, and then the half of the body was metal, she went on: “In the end, I didn’t expect to sacrifice myself to stabilize this time bomb.”
“Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and use your last use, or I will send you to the garbage dump and scrap it.” Lulunaka said, but the other half of her mouth turned up. He showed a very sarcasm smile: “So when can you fix your problem with speaking to yourself? You look like a schizophrenic patient. It’s so ridiculous.”
“I have a problem, which means you have a problem. I don’t think you can laugh at me.” Lulunaka is unmoved and angry with herself, which is very ridiculous. Talking to herself is a matter of doubting her mental state. If she is still angry with herself, then she may really have a problem with her brain.
But from a general point of view, ~IndoMTL.com~ can talk to another self, this kind of thing shouldn’t have happened, and it can’t happen. But Lulunaka seems to have done it, and the conversation is very strange.
“I am you, you are me.” Lulunaka said, “One is all, all is one… For me, chatting with myself is a very lonely thing. “
“If you think this is boring, don’t do such stupid things anymore.” The other she ignored Lulunaka and pressed her hands on the metal polygon. The rapidly rotating polygon is not something that you can touch casually, but this metal Lulunaka is born for this kind of thing. Her hand rubbed blue sparks against the metal surface, and the skin of her other hand was finally torn, revealing the metal skeleton inside. After she stopped the polygon, the whole person became more tattered, half of the metal body was glowing with blue light, and her eyes were shining.
“This is really uncomfortable.” She murmured, and Lulunaka immediately answered: “I also feel very uncomfortable, but let’s finish this work quickly.”
“But my sensory sharing function has broken down a long time ago. I’m just talking about it.” Another Lulunaka said, swiping his fingers on the surface of the polygon, and the metal surface appeared like text. Things are constantly flowing on the surface. Her finger tapped on the words, the words that were touched flickered, and then disappeared again.
Lulunaka stepped forward, and her hand fell on it, doing another thing she was also doing. This unstable polygon, even if it ends its rotation, the blue core inside is beating violently, and now it is finally truly quiet, becoming a silent and quiet existence, but the blue core, like a An old heart is slowly pulsing.