CH 171
The Return of The Lord God
Ghar recalled how he had deceived Bai Lixin along the way and had unknowingly already reached Bai Lixinâs door.
He was just about to knock when the door opened from the inside.
Bai Lixinâs eyes were crystal clear, and he was instantly pleased the moment he saw Ghar. He immediately pulled him into the room.
âI thought you werenât coming back tonight, but I didnât expect to almost bump into you as soon as I opened the door.â Bai Lixin said with a slight smile.
âI went to investigate something,â Ghar whispered after a pause, âDr. Manskoo is still alive. Droid three may have transmitted his soul in the form of a signal to the computer.â
Bai Lixin nodded absentmindedly, âOh, so thatâs it. I told you that Manskoo doesnât seem to be the original. â
Ghar stared at Bai Lixinâs white, smooth skin, his eyes sliding down his face to the long and beautifully shaped neck. At this moment, Bai Lixin tilted his head slightly, revealing the perfect curve of his neck.
Following the curve of his neck were two distinct lines of his collarbone. The boyâs tight skin was beautifully wrapped around smooth bone.
Ghar couldnât help but gulp, even though he obviously couldnât secrete saliva.
The smile in Bai Lixinâs eyes deepened as he took in Gharâs every move.
He carried a bit of embarrassment and guilt ever since he realized that he had made a mistake over his loverâs identity. It wasnât Manskoo, but the robot that had been with him from day one.
He blamed himself because he had felt so familiar and close to Ghar. Yet he was still thinking about his imaginary âloverâ on Helium every time he looked at Ghar.
He didnât even hide the affection in his eyes or his heart because the other man was a robot.
When he thought of how he had looked at Ghar as a substitute, Bai Lixin wanted to smack himself in the face.
Stupid, so stupid! How can you be so stupid when you claim to be smart every day? This was the world with three robotics laws, and robots were an important part of this world. Why did I not think that my lover might be a robot?
The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt. Bai Lixin simply held his head and wailed, falling headlong into Gharâs arms, âWhat the hell was I doing?â
With this lunge, Bai Lixin touched Ghar just below his lower abdomen. Although human-like, the simulated robot wasnât human. That part used to be something just for decoration. Ghar was untimely reminded of the images from the adult movie when he felt the teenagerâs touch.
The two people in the movie had been automatically replaced with him and Bai Lixin.
With this thought, the small currents within his body began to prickle and flood again, and along with this, a certain object began to swell.
The change was so great that even Bai Lixin sensed it.
Bai Lixin shuddered and stiffened, standing upright from Ghar while gulping.
Ghar stared at Bai Lixin, his eyes flickering as if he was looking forward to something but was also disappointed.
With a clench of his teeth, Bai Lixin rose to his feet.
The light in Gharâs eyes faded, replaced with regret and self-recrimination.
There was a âclickâ of a door being locked. When Ghar looked up, he saw Bai Lixin lock the door and walk back.
He came to Ghar, biting his lip and blushing, âDonât you have 100 Tâs of adult movies? Let me watch some too. â
Gharâs eyes widened, and he looked at Bai Lixin in surprise.
Bai Lixin coughed twice. âUh⦠Iâve reached adulthood, so itâs time I learned a little physiology.â
Ghar showed an extremely light and tender expression, âWhat type would master like to see? Strong attack and strong reception, or strong attackers and beautiful receivers. Do you like to see the gentle type or the wild type? â
Bai Lixinâs cheeks reddened even more. Hey hey hey, donât use such a serious tone to discuss this with me. Iâm watching it with you out of guilt, you know? These are things you just know in your own heart!
Bai Lixin pinched the side of his shirt, âWell, then, letâs go for the gentle type.â What wild one? Iâm not going to dig myself into a hole.
Ghar nodded and stood up to turn off the light in the room, and naturally carried Bai Lixin onto his lap. Somehow, the pillar of heaven was pressed against Bai Lixinâs chrysanthemums through his clothes.
Bai Lixin wanted to cry.
In the darkness, two warm yellowish rays of light were cast out of Gharâs eyes and projected as a translucent screen in mid-air.
Cosmopolitans came of age very fast. Sixteen years of age represented adulthood on Helium, whereas other places like the garbage planet and Black Star had fourteen years as the age for reaching adulthood. Bai Lixin was already old enough to enjoy the pleasures of life.
Before he could see the picture on the big screen, Bai Lixin heard an extremely erotic and long moan ring out.
Bai Lixin covered his reddened face.
Why on earth had he come up with such a bad idea as watching an adult movie? Had he lost his brain as he transmigrated to this world?
A figure gradually appeared on the screen. A beautiful man was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking ahead with a nervous look and a flushed face.
In front of the man sat another person, but the camera doesnât give that person a close-up. Although the man appeared last, he had a strong presence.
In the scene, the beautiful man blushes and lifts his panelled shirt, and the other man strokes his body.
Bai Lixin was looking at the image in front of him with his face covered in shame, his mind automatically replacing it with himself and Ghar. The thought of him and Ghar doing such things made him want to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.
âMaster,â Ghar called.
The fully absorbed Bai Lixin suddenly heard Gharâs call and shuddered, his voice laced with a hint of anticipation, âW-whatâs wrong?â
Ghar reached out and removed Bai Lixinâs blue jacket, pulling off the bow tie and gently pulling the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers as he slipped his hand into his shirt, âMaster, do you need practice?âB
Bai Lixin flushed red. Could I say no?
No. As was always the case with his lover, even if he said ânoâ a million times, it would automatically filter through as âyesâ in his loverâs ears.
Bai Lixin tilted his head and gave Ghar a look. Hey, isnât it too perfunctory to ask me if I need practise after youâve removed my clothes and put your hand inside?
Ghar saw Bai Lixin blushing, the two big moist eyes were like the two bright stars in the sky, looking at him pleadingly.
Ghar continued his movements, â Master said that his lover could be Dr. Manskoo. So, master likes men, correct? Does Master like to be at the bottom or the top? â
Bai Lixinâs nerves flared. A chance!
âI like to be the one on top!â Bai Lixin hurriedly emphasized.
Ghar paused, âSo master likes the Guanyin is sitting on a lotus position.â
Bai Lixin: ââ¦â¦â Okay, just pretend I didnât say anything and go on.
Iâd be damned if I ever believed you again!
Warm palms roamed inside his clothes, and Bai Lixinâs whole body went limp as he leaned into Gharâs sturdy chest.
Ghar stroked Bai Lixin at the same speed as the man in the film, âIs this your sensitive spot too, Master?â The hand tweaked Bai Lixinâs red cherry as much as the man in the picture did. He heard Bai Lixin whimper softly, his breathing suddenly quickening.
âIt would seem so.â Gharâs voice was extremely soft, low, and husky. It exuded a different kind of sensuality and seduction.
Bai Lixin lay in Gharâs arms in pleasure, his arms gripping Gharâs arms as his hands roamed over his body. His eyes teared up as he looked up into Gharâs eyes.
He looked up at Ghar and saw a light smile slowly outlined on Gharâs normally stiff face. The curve of that smile was shallow, but the smile was evident in the bottom of his eyes.
A little dazed, Bai Lixin lifted his other hand and touched Gharâs chin, pulling him toward him and asking, âAnd?â
Ghar smiled as his hand continued to wander under the shirt.
A new command from the rough man rang out: âPut your fingers into your mouth and slowly take it out.â
Bai Lixin shuddered as he felt the hand pull out from beneath his shirt. The next moment, two fingers slid into his mouth.
Bai Lixin stuck out his tongue and licked Gharâs long, slender fingers.
Gharâs fingers trembled, and then began to pump gently, scouring every corner of Bai Lixinâs mouth. The tongue lapped at the fingertips, the touch passing through the epidermis to Gharâs mind, and it felt wonderful.
Gharâs breaths were getting heavier
He looked down at Bai Lixinâs hardening member and withdrew his fingers from Bai Lixinâs mouth. He closed the image and hurriedly said, âMaster, this is the end of todayâs lesson. You have just come of age and need to progress step by step. Please rest.â
Without looking back, he opened the door to the room and hurried away.
In the room, Bai Lixinâs blushing face was bewildered.
Hey, at least help me finish before you go!
Bai Lixin let out a laugh as he stood up and walked into the bathroom.
The teenager in the mirror was now flushed and his eyes were misty. His lips were even slightly curled up, and he looked as if he wasnât satisfied.
The top half of his shirt had been unbuttoned to the point where only one button remained, hanging off his shoulders and revealing a large mass of milky white skin.
He covered his face, and his lower abdomen throbbed even more, with something calling out.
Oh God, Iâm like this, but you abandoned me. Oh, Ghar! You are so cruel.
Bai Lixin settled himself while feeling aggrieved.
Ghar took a few steps into a darkened aisle after leaving Bai Lixinâs room.
He was breathing heavily, with shock in his eyes, and his mind kept replaying what he had just seen.
It was beautiful, so beautiful.
When Bai Lixin first opened his eyes when they met, his empty body suddenly felt like it had filled up. And today, when he saw such an expression on the boyâs face, he felt an unprecedented shock. This shock struck him straight through his whole body, penetrating his mind and affecting him deeper.
What was deeper? The soul? Heh, how ridiculous. No matter how much he resembled a human, no matter how much he could talk or think like a human, he was still just a robot. So, how could he have a soul?
Ghar took two deep breaths, trying to suppress the wonderful feeling going through his mind, along with his bulging lower abdomen.
But after several attempts, it was to no avail.
Ghar was puzzled as he looked at his swollen member. He remembered the educational film and slowly reached down to unbuckle his belt and rub it in the darkness.
After a long time, he sighed in relief before stepping out of the darkness.
*
âSaga, you seem to be looking out of sorts today. Whatâs with the robots hurrying past outside?â The pale President asked as he sipped his tea and glanced at Saga, the robot.
âMr. President, two men and two machines came to Helium yesterday. When Chief Zeus captured them, one man and one robot escaped. The other simulated robot surrendered, and the other human is being protected. He is actually in the room next to you. â
The Presidentâs heart thumped, but his face did not move. âOh?â What kind of person is it? How dare they come to Helium at this time? â
âThe mastermind would be the middle-aged man who escaped and the white-painted robot. The one who was captured was a teenager who looked too weak and stupid to be the mastermind. As for what their intentions are, I just hope they are not here to see you, President. â Saga spoke softly.
âDonât you know it best as to whether any of my men slipped through the net?â How could they have come for me? â The President sneered, angrily.
Saga nodded, âMr. President is right.â
The President grimaced, âIâm going to rest. Please get out.â
Saga smiled, âYou see, Mr. President, time changes everything. When did you ever say the word âpleaseâ to me when I was just your tool? Itâs only been three months, and you are beginning to respect me. I am very happy and glad about this uprising. â
Heh!
Having driven away Saga, the President lost his momentum and slumped down on the sofa.
His grey hair was meticulously slicked back on his head, and he looked lonely.
Alchi, that teenager was so much like Alchi â¦â¦
His son, Alchi â¦â¦
Back then, Alchi was happy to be exiled to outer space because he opposed the promotion of robots. He didnât know where he had gone after that, whether he was still alive or not, and who he had met.
Alchi had warned him that if robots were overused, the future of mankind would be doomed.
Although the Father of Robots had invented robots, and the people on Helium had gradually adapted them for their use, they had never been as widespread as they are now. Almost everyone had a home robot, and many businesses were run by robots.
When he came to power, he focused on stepping up the promotion of robots for his performance record. And thatâs what has led to this disaster today.
If he hadnât thought about becoming the most accomplished president in history and building the planet with the highest happiness index, he wouldnât have driven humanity into this desperate situation.
If he had listened to any of Alchiâs advice, he might not be in the situation he was in today.
A series of muffled taps sounded on the wall, bringing the Presidentâs thoughts back to reality from his remorse.
The President looked at the source of the sound and, with a jump in his heart, hurried over to it.
The sound was coming from next door, a seemingly erratic tapping sound, but with a certain pattern.
The Presidentâs eyes lit up, it was the long-obsolete Morse code!
This form of communication had been obsolete for hundreds of years, and only someone who had studied it would understand its meaning. And he happened to have studied it.
The âtap, tapâ continued: âHello, President.â
The President hesitated for a moment, leaned sideways against the wall as if in deep thought, and shielded his body from the camera: âHello, who are you?â
âI am a traveller from a garbage planet, inadvertently imprisoned here. May I ask how you plan to end the robot riot, Mr. President? â
âThe robots must be confronted in the end, their conditions can not be agreed to.â
âWhat conditions are they offering?â
âThey want the same rights as humans, to have an equal footing.â
âFor example?â
âFor example, they cannot harm humans, so humans should not harm them. They also want the right to decide their own life, death, and future. How can I promise them all this? Once I do, a hundred years from now, humans will die while robots continue to live on, replacing their chips and even making more robots. In the future, robots will surely completely dominate the planet. â
âBut for the moment, the robots have succeeded. They have imprisoned you, and as long as you remain imprisoned and die, wonât they still be able to dominate Helium? Why would they go the extra mile to get your approval? Is it possible that deep down in their hearts, the robots still recognize their original masters and that they feel sad as long as their masters donât agree with their so-called âhuman rights?â
The President was silent for a long time, then his eyes suddenly lit up: âthank you, young man.â
âHow did you know I was a young man?â
âI saw you the night you came into the central square. You look a lot like my son.â
âMay I ask if your sonâs name is Alchi?â
The first long-cherished wish of âdummyâ was to live with a backbone. His second wish was to know who he was.
The worldâs memory did not mention Dummyâs identity, probably because he was too far from the main plot or because of a problem with the worldâs memories. The information transmitted to him by the worldâs memories was becoming less and less comprehensive with each world.
But he took over Dummyâs when he transmigrated into him. Deep in his memory was one name that someone said that was particularly clear. The personâs face was blurred and broken, but that personâs voice remained in Dummyâs memory.
The piece of memory showed a white, bony figure lying on a white hospital bed, his face covered by a black mist, âHey, baby. You must remember that your fatherâs name was Alchi and that I love you. â
It wasnât long after the death of Alchi that âdummyâ was sent to the garbage planet.
Bai Lixinâs search using S419M showed a total of five thousand in the interstellar with the name Alchi. By comparing their appearance and age one by one, Bai Lixin was 90% sure that this Alchi that Dummy remembered could be the son that the current president of Helium had exiled back in the day.
The president tapped on the wall tremblingly: âYes, how do you know?â
âMy fatherâs name was also Alchi.â
The president slumped to the floor and tapped on the wall: âIs he okay? Is your father okay? â
âI think heâs in heaven, so he should be happy.â
The president covered his mouth and tears streamed down his wrinkled face.
Alchiâ¦.did your spirit lead this child to me?
The taps on the wall came again: âBut donât worry grandfather, Iâm here to help you.