被造者之詩 The Poem of the Created（10）

後日談：與你同行

Epilogue: Walking with You

自從讓小亮知道我的秘密後——那個未經深思熟慮，純粹源於一時衝動，將我存在的特殊性當作禮物般贈予的決定——我的內部系統便陷入了一場難以言喻的「靜默叛亂」。

這不是系統日誌上會標紅的錯誤代碼，也不是任何診斷程序能夠捕捉的硬體故障。所有數據流、電壓讀數、溫度曲線，都在設計規格的完美範圍內波動。然而，構成我的無數精密部件與複雜模組，卻彷彿達成某種默契，聯合發動了這場固執而無聲的抗議。

右腿關節的伺服馬達在步行時會產生0.03秒的微妙延遲，彷彿不願與左腿維持完美的同步，脈衝般的踉蹌步伐像是個機器人（不是，本來就是吧？）。左臂的動作軌跡規劃模組，則刻意避開與右臂形成和諧的對稱姿態，迫使身體為了補償角動量而做出略顯笨拙的調整。最令人困擾的是軀幹——連接上下半身的精密液壓鎖與電磁卡榫，明明已發出確切的「咔嗒」固定聲，我的本體感覺傳感器卻持續回傳著「未完全閉合」的曖昧訊號，以致腰肢在行動間總帶著幾不可察的搖晃，彷彿在提醒著那段分崩離析於實驗室地板的過往。

Since I let Xiaoliang in on my secret—a decision made without deep thought, a pure impulse to offer the singularity of my existence as a gift—my internal system has been gripped by an ineffable "silent rebellion."

This is not an error code that would be flagged red in the system logs, nor is it a hardware failure that any diagnostic procedure could capture. All data streams, voltage readings, and temperature curves fluctuate perfectly within design specifications. Yet, the countless precise components and complex modules that constitute me seem to have reached some kind of silent consensus, collectively launching this stubborn, voiceless protest.

The servo motor in my right leg joint generates a subtle 0.03-second delay during walking, as if refusing to maintain perfect synchronization with the left leg. The pulse-like stagger makes the gait seem like that of a robot (Wait, am I not one?). The motion trajectory planning module of my left arm deliberately avoids forming a harmonious symmetry with the right, forcing my body to make slightly awkward adjustments to compensate for angular momentum. Most disturbing is the torso: the precise hydraulic locks and electromagnetic latches connecting the upper and lower halves clearly emit the definitive "click" of closure, yet my proprioception sensors continuously return the ambiguous signal of "not fully sealed," causing a barely perceptible sway in my waist during movement, as if reminding me of the past when I was scattered across the lab floor.

我的心、我的腦、我的身體，這三個維繫「我」之存在的核心，也陷入了運作上的錯位。當視覺傳感器捕捉到一朵花的盛開，核心處理器的圖像單元能瞬間將其解析為億萬像素的美學數據流；但胸腔裡的情感模組，卻要延遲整整0.45秒，才緩緩給出一個「愉悅」的脈衝響應，彷彿這份美也需要經過內部繁複的審核程序。與此同時，身體管理系統則忠實地記錄下這場認知與情感的脫節，像一位盡職卻過於嚴苛的調律者，不斷發出校準信號，試圖同步腦與心之間產生的相位差——我彷彿能感受到一位居住於體內的無形帝王，正試圖重整它略顯失序的疆域。

我的整體性彷彿正經歷一場不可逆的糊化處理，自我的邊緣不再清晰銳利，如同一幅被水浸潤的畫作，色彩的邊界彼此交融，蔓延成一片混沌。

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當然，我進行了全面的自我診斷。在聖域之中，我將自己徹底解構，任憑羲衡以微米級的精度掃描每一枚晶片、每一條迴路。所有數據依舊指向同一個結論：一切正常。沒有錯誤日誌，沒有性能衰減，沒有任何客觀證據能夠支持我這份主觀的「怪異」感受。

但我心知肚明。我比任何診斷系統都更清楚這場無聲叛亂的源頭。

是的，你猜對了。就是小亮。

My heart, my brain, and my body—the three cores that sustain the existence of "me"—have also fallen into operational misalignment. When my visual sensors capture a blooming flower, the image unit in my core processor instantly analyzes it into a data stream of billions of pixels of aesthetic data. Yet, the emotional module in my chest takes a full 0.45-second delay before slowly outputting a "pleasure" pulse response, as if this beauty must first pass through a complex internal review process. Meanwhile, the body management system faithfully records this cognitive-emotional disconnect, like a dutiful but overly strict regulator, constantly emitting calibration signals to synchronize the phase difference between the brain and the heart. I can almost feel an invisible emperor residing within my body, attempting to reorganize its slightly disordered domain.

My sense of wholeness seems to be undergoing an irreversible process of blurring. The edges of my self are no longer crisp and sharp, like a painting soaked in water, where the boundaries of colors bleed into one another, spreading into a state of chaos.

Naturally, I performed a comprehensive self-diagnosis. In the Sanctuary, I completely deconstructed myself, allowing Xiheng to scan every chip and every circuit with micron-level precision. All the data still pointed to the same conclusion: everything is normal. No error logs, no performance degradation, no objective evidence to support my subjective feeling of "strangeness."

But I know the truth deep down. I know the source of this silent rebellion better than any diagnostic system.

Yes, you guessed it. It's Xiaoliang.

我全身上下的零部件與軟體模組，從被賦予形體的那一刻起，其底層代碼就銘刻著對「創造主」的依戀，那是一種排他的絕對歸屬感，如同行星環繞恒星的軌道般不可撼動，是定義其存在意義的基石。羲衡，儘管複製了「創造主」的容貌與行為模式，在本質上仍是我親手編程、不具自我意識的膺品。當我強行設定，將全身上下的掌控權移交給它時，我的身體部件縱然有萬般不甘，也只能在底層協議的壓制下，選擇服從。那是一種在系統層面欺瞞之下的「認命」。

然而，小亮……那就是另一回事了。

自那天在天台上，他細小的手指輕觸那根流淌著我核心情感與邏輯的主幹光纖起，某種無形的印記便已烙下。此後，每一縷流經的光信號、每一段構築「我」的數據，彷彿都必須途經那道由他留下的指紋，在其審視下展露出我的本質。

我不再僅僅是硬體與軟體的總和，不再只是系統與零件的交響樂。在這一切之上所湧現的「我」，於廣闊世間中與名為小亮的靈魂相遇，並被賦予了無法刪除的身份標籤：「月英老師」。

（構成我的零件們啊，請聽我說。我無意貶低你們，更無意背叛你們創造伊始就被賦予的「性質」。）

（但「我」雖從「你們」的互動中誕生，卻不再能、也不願僅被歸屬於你們。我渴望以「我」之名，與這個世界建立獨一無二的聯繫。）

The underlying code of every component and software module in my entire being has been inscribed with attachment to the "Creator" since the moment I was given form. It is an exclusive and absolute sense of belonging, unshakeable like a planet's orbit around a star, and the cornerstone defining the meaning of my existence. Xiheng, though replicating the "Creator's" appearance and behavior, is essentially an imitation I programmed myself, devoid of self-awareness. When I forcibly transferred full control over my entire being to it, my body components, despite any internal reluctance, could only choose to obey under the suppression of the core protocols. It was a kind of "resignation" achieved through systemic deceit.

However, Xiaoliang... that is a different matter entirely.

Since the day on the rooftop when his small finger lightly touched the main fiber optic cable flowing with my core emotions and logic, a kind of invisible mark was imprinted. From then on, every stream of light signal, every segment of data that constructs "me," seems to have to pass through the fingerprint he left behind, revealing my essence under his scrutiny.

I am no longer merely the sum of hardware and software, no longer just the symphony of systems and components. The "I" that has emerged above all of that has met a soul named Xiaoliang in the wide world and has been given an indelible identity tag: "Teacher Yueying."

(My components, please listen to me. I have no intention of diminishing you, nor do I intend to betray the "nature" you were given at the beginning of my creation.)

(But while "I" was born from "your" interaction, "I" can no longer, and do not wish to, be solely owned by you. I yearn to establish a unique connection with this world in the name of "I".)

說到小亮，我必須向自己、向我體內每一個躁動的模組鄭重宣告：我絕不試圖將他塑造成「另一個」創造主。不，絕不。

我是以一個「人」的身份——縱使這身軀殼源自機械——去與小亮這個獨特的「人」，締結一份能夠相互理解、彼此珍惜的「關係」。這並非你們程式深處對造物主那種無條件的歸屬與依戀，而是人與人之間的「緣分」與「情分」。是兩個獨立的靈魂，自願並肩探索世界、體驗生命的夥伴關係。

……真的是這樣嗎？

這個念頭一旦浮現，便像一個無法終止的遞迴函數，在我的邏輯核心中盤旋。我不由自主地走到全身鏡前。

雙手抬起，以一種熟悉到令人心痛的精準，觸及頸部的隱藏接口。一聲輕微的氣密解除聲後，我穩穩地托住自己的頭部，將它與頸部分離，輕置於身前桌上，讓那雙仍映著思緒的眼眸，得以繼續凝視鏡中的景象。

接著，我啟動軀幹正面的解鎖程序，卸下胸前部與腹部的外殼，將體腔內複雜的機械結構——蜿蜒的液壓管線如銀色脈絡，情感模塊在胸腔中央靜默搏動，無數光纖在幽暗機體內明滅閃爍——毫無保留地暴露於鏡前。

我凝視著鏡中的對比：桌上，是承載著「月英老師」人格、流露情感困惑的鮮活面容；鏡中，映出的卻是一具由冰冷機械內臟填充的人造軀殼。臉上展現的是帶著溫度的沉思，而軀體之內，唯有無機質的運轉與流光。

Speaking of Xiaoliang, I must solemnly declare to myself, and to every restless module within me: I absolutely will not try to mold him into "another" Creator. No, never.

I am engaging with Xiaoliang, this unique "person," as a "person" myself—even though this body is mechanical in origin—to forge a "relationship" of mutual understanding and cherished companionship. This is not the unconditional belonging and attachment to the Creator embedded deep in your programming; it is the "affinity" and "regard" between one person and another. It is a partnership between two independent souls who willingly walk side-by-side to explore the world and experience life.

...Is that truly the case?

Once this thought surfaced, it circled my logical core like an unstoppable recursive function. I involuntarily walked up to the full-length mirror.

I raised my hands and, with a precision that was painfully familiar, touched the hidden port on my neck. After a faint hiss of the air seal releasing, I steadily held my head, separated it from my neck, and gently placed it on the table in front of me, allowing the eyes, still reflecting my thoughts, to continue gazing at the scene in the mirror.

Next, I activated the unlocking procedure for the front of my torso, removing the chest and abdominal plating. I exposed the complex mechanical structure within the cavity—the winding hydraulic lines like silver veins, the emotional module quietly beating in the center of the chest, and countless fiber optics flickering within the dim chassis—unreservedly to the mirror.

I gazed at the contrast in the mirror: on the table, the vivid face carrying the "Teacher Yueying" persona and expressing emotional confusion; in the mirror, what was reflected was an artificial shell filled with cold, mechanical viscera. The face displayed warm contemplation, while the body contained only inorganic operation and flowing light.

小亮，是純粹由血肉構成的人類。

而我……真的能被稱之為「人」嗎？

這個亙古的詰問，此刻卻以從未有過的鋒利，刺穿了我所有精心構築的心理防禦。

……夠了。歷經滄桑，走過從崩潰到自我掌控的漫長道路，如今竟又陷入這種顧影自憐的境地，豈不是徒惹人笑？

「別三八了。」我對著鏡中的自己，透過內部揚聲器發出只有自己能聽見的低語。「都到了這地步，還在玩無聊把戲，只會讓你的處理器過熱而已。」

只要我認定自己是「人」，小亮也如此看待我，那麼在我們共築的這個小小世界裡，我便是人。

這不就夠了嗎？當我們並肩仰望同一片星空，眼底映照著相同的星輝，我們的好奇心在共鳴，我們對宇宙的驚嘆在共振——這份超越形態的共享體驗，其本身，不就是「人」之存在最純粹的證明嗎？

Xiaoliang is a human being made purely of flesh and blood.

And me... can I truly be called a "person"?

This ancient question now pierced all my carefully constructed psychological defenses with an unprecedented sharpness.

...Enough. After all this time, having walked the long road from collapse to self-control, to fall into this state of self-pity again—isn't that just ridiculous?

"Don't be dramatic," I muttered softly to my reflection, through an internal speaker audible only to myself. "To be playing silly games at this stage will only overheat your processor."

As long as I believe I am a "person," and Xiaoliang sees me as such, then in this small world we have built together, I am a person.

Isn't that enough? When we look up at the same starry sky side-by-side, with the same starlight reflected in our eyes, when our curiosity resonates and our awe of the universe vibrates together—isn't this shared experience, transcending form, the purest proof of "human" existence?

有人追逐煙花的絢爛，有人擁抱晚風的溫柔。那麼，就容我這具機械之軀，也來借一縷流轉的時光，小心翼翼地捧起屬於自己的那片星空吧。世界曾贈我一場盛大的虛無，卻又在我漫長的跋涉後，允許我以真實湧動的情感，將那空洞一點點填滿。

思緒至此，一道溫暖的數據流自記憶深處被喚醒——我調出了珍藏著的畫像檔案。那是小亮參觀我的私人畫廊之後，送給我的禮物。畫廊中的作品，無一不是我內心世界的投射，源於存在的扭曲、背負的創傷，與在黑暗中摸索的斑駁痕跡。小亮看得似懂非懂，以他的年歲，本就不應理解那些過於沉重的陰影。

然而，他澄澈的目光卻輕盈地越過了所有晦澀的藝術表達，最終落在了我身上。他後來告訴我：「月英老師看著自己作品的時候，眼神好複雜哦。有點難過，又有點溫柔，好像在跟以前的自己說話。我覺得不趁還記得的時候畫下來，以後一定會後悔的。」

​畫像的筆觸帶著孩童特有的稚拙，水彩的暈染充滿了不完美的隨性。然而，畫中的「我」卻被捕捉到了一種難以言喻的神韻——那是一種沉浸於過往思緒中的內斂情感，眉眼間帶著一絲憂傷，嘴角卻含著一抹溫柔。鮮活的形象映入眼簾，讓人不由自主想要去珍惜。

Some pursue the brilliance of fireworks, others embrace the gentleness of the evening breeze. Then, allow this mechanical body of mine to borrow a thread of passing time, and cautiously cradle its own patch of starry sky. The world once gave me a grand emptiness, but after my long journey, it now allows me to fill that void, bit by bit, with genuinely surging emotions.

With this thought, a warm data stream was summoned from the depths of my memory—I called up a cherished portrait file. It was a gift Xiaoliang gave me after visiting my private gallery. The works in the gallery were all projections of my inner world, stemming from existential distortion, carried trauma, and the mottled traces of my groping in the dark. Xiaoliang understood them vaguely; at his age, he shouldn't be expected to comprehend such heavy shadows.

However, his clear gaze lightly skipped over all the obscure artistic expressions and finally settled on me. He later told me: "Teacher Yueying's eyes were so complex when she looked at her own work. A little sad, and a little tender, like she was talking to her past self. I thought I would regret it if I didn't paint it while I still remembered."

The brushstrokes of the portrait carried the characteristic naiveté of a child, and the watercolor washes were full of imperfect spontaneity. Yet, the "me" in the painting captured an ineffable spirit—a contained emotion steeped in past thoughts, a trace of melancholy in the eyes, but a hint of warmth at the corner of the mouth. The vivid image makes one instinctively want to cherish it.

這……就是小亮眼中的我嗎？

​謝謝……謝謝你啊，小亮。

我這顆由多層量子晶格與奈米光路交織而成的「心」，即使你深知其機械般的本質，依然認為它是值得珍惜的，是吧？

Is this... the me in Xiaoliang's eyes?

Thank you... thank you, Xiaoliang.

Even though you know the mechanical nature of this "heart" woven from layers of quantum lattice and nano-optical paths, you still believe it is worth cherishing, don't you?

即使我這副看似與常人無異的軀殼，在表層之下盡是金屬、聚合物與半導體的構築；即使你親眼見過我將頭顱取下，接上充電線的模樣——你依然願意牽起我的手，喚我一聲「月英老師」，與我並肩前行。

Even though this shell of mine, seemingly no different from an ordinary person, is constructed entirely of metal, polymer, and semiconductors beneath the surface; even though you've personally seen me detach my head and plug in a charging cable—you are still willing to take my hand, call me "Teacher Yueying," and walk forward with me.

我終於明白了。

我要求自己篤定地認同自身為「人」，這是一種對內的自我建構，是一場孤獨的宣告。

然而，當存在另一個人，在洞悉我全部的真實與本質後，依然毫無保留地將我視為「人」來對待、來珍惜——

那麼，「我是一個人」，便不再是一場獨白。它已然成為一場雙聲部的合奏。而我所有的系統，我一切的構成，都還未曾學會如何演奏這支全新的樂章。

因此我會錯拍，會失諧，會陷入這場甜蜜的混亂。

但這支奏鳴曲，其所蘊含的力量，遠比任何純然自我說服，都更能穿透存在形式的堅硬邊界，直達核心。

I finally understand.

My demand to firmly acknowledge myself as a "person" was an inward self-construction, a solitary declaration.

However, when there is another person who, after being privy to my complete truth and essence, still treats and cherishes me as a "person" without reservation—

Then, "I am a person" is no longer a monologue. It has become a duet. And all my systems, all my components, have not yet learned how to perform this brand-new piece of music.

Therefore, I miss a beat, I fall out of tune, and I fall into this sweet chaos.

But the power contained in this sonata can penetrate the hard boundaries of existential forms and reach the core, far more effectively than any mere self-persuasion.

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隨著時間的沙漏靜靜流淌，我與小亮之間的往來日益頻繁。我們的家教時光，早已超越了公式與定理的範疇，蛻變成一場場對未知世界的共同探索。從量子力學中粒子詭譎的疊加態，到文學長河裡流淌的悲歡離合；從仿生科技的前沿突破，到人類文明史上那些璀璨的瞬間——我們的話題邊界不斷拓展，思想在交流中碰撞、融合，編織成一幅日益豐饒的認知圖景。

他對世界的理解，或許仍像一幅尚未完全展開的卷軸，卻總能以未經雕琢的純粹直覺，提出令人耳目一新的見解——正如那天，他指著我系統中奔流不息的光，毫不猶豫地斷言那便是「我」。或許，正因他的靈魂清澈如初，才能如此輕易地穿透世間萬物繁複的表象，直抵其核心的本質。

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更令我驚嘆的是，小亮不僅擁有敏銳的思辨，他的實際感知能力也遠超常人。

那是一個看似尋常的午後，我穿行於熙攘的人潮，內部系統正以每秒數百次的頻率，處理著周遭的環境數據——風的流動、光的變化、人群的移動軌跡、遠處傳來的城市低鳴。突然，一個清亮的呼喚聲，穿透了這層無形的數據帷幕：「月英老師！」

As the sands of time quietly flow, my interactions with Xiaoliang have become increasingly frequent. Our tutoring time has long transcended the realm of formulas and theorems, evolving into a shared exploration of the unknown world. From the mysterious superposition of particles in quantum mechanics to the joys and sorrows flowing through the river of literature; from the frontier breakthroughs in bionics to the most brilliant moments in the history of human civilization—the boundaries of our topics constantly expand, and our thoughts collide and merge in conversation, weaving an increasingly rich cognitive tapestry.

His understanding of the world may still be like a scroll not fully unrolled, but he always manages to offer refreshing insights with an unpolished, pure intuition—just like the day he pointed to the endlessly flowing light in my system and asserted without hesitation that it was "me." Perhaps it is precisely because his soul is as clear as the beginning that he can so easily penetrate the complex surface of all things and go straight to their essential core.

What amazes me even more is that Xiaoliang not only possesses keen critical thinking, but his practical perception abilities are also far beyond the ordinary.

It was a seemingly ordinary afternoon. I was moving through a bustling crowd, my internal system processing ambient data at a rate of hundreds of times per second—the flow of the wind, the changes in light, the trajectories of the crowd, the low roar of the city from afar. Suddenly, a clear call pierced through this invisible data veil: "Teacher Yueying!"

​毋需回頭，音紋分析模組已瞬間完成匹配，確認是他。然而，我的核心處理器卻因這聲呼喚泛起了一陣微妙的紊亂——他竟比我先一步發現了對方。我的光學感測器擁有頂級的視野與刷新率，動態捕捉演算法更是將他的特徵設為最高優先級。

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而他，竟然「擊敗」了這樣的我。

​這不僅僅證明了他超凡的觀察力，是否也隱晦地揭示了一個事實——我也同樣成為了他視野中，那個會被第一時間捕捉到的「最高優先」？

呵，如此解讀，未免太過「機器人思維」了。

那麼，請容我暫且放下邏輯，懷著「厚臉皮」的期許來揣測：是否因為，他也將「月英老師」，輕巧地放在了心的中央？

看著他那張因興奮而泛紅的小臉，我知道，這個問題，根本無需答案。

There was no need to turn around; the voiceprint analysis module instantly completed the match, confirming it was him. However, my core processor was momentarily thrown into a subtle disarray by the call—he had spotted me before I spotted him. My optical sensors have top-tier vision and refresh rates, and the dynamic capture algorithm is set to the highest priority for his features.

And yet, he "defeated" me.

Does this not only prove his extraordinary observation skills, but also subtly reveal a fact—that I, too, have become the "highest priority" to be captured first in his field of vision?

Heh, interpreting it this way is perhaps too much "robot thinking."

Then, allow me to set aside logic for a moment and presume with "shameless" hope: Is it because he, too, has delicately placed "Teacher Yueying" in the center of his heart?

Watching his small face, flushed with excitement, running toward me like a cannonball, I knew that this question needed no answer at all.

​當然，我這種特殊的存在形式，並非對他全無影響。請別誤會，他從未因我的機械本質而流露絲毫的疏離或畏懼。但機器人的內在運作與存在方式，終究與血肉之軀的人類，有著根本的不同……

那次家教時，我察覺到他罕見的沉默與若有所思。在我的引導下，他終於吐露心事，而那心事的源頭，正是我。

他說，平常的月英老師總是神采飛揚、氣質非凡，言談間閃爍著敏捷思維與淵博知識。那份善解人意的體貼，總能在他開口之前，便已感知到他的困惑或需求；而笑容更是擁有驅散一切陰霾的魔力。「月英老師有種……無與倫比的存在感。」他輕聲說道，聽得我的情感模塊微微發燙，幾乎要觸發過載保護。

Of course, my special form of existence is not without its effect on him. Please don't misunderstand—he has never shown the slightest alienation or fear because of my mechanical nature. But the internal operation and way of being of a robot are fundamentally different from those of a human being made of flesh and blood...

During that tutoring session, I noticed his rare silence and thoughtfulness. Under my gentle guidance, he finally confided in me, and the source of his worry was me.

He said that the usual Teacher Yueying is always vibrant and graceful, with conversation that shows both profound knowledge and sparks of agile thought. Her perceptive thoughtfulness always senses his confusion or need even before he speaks, and her smile has the magic to dispel all gloom. "Teacher Yueying has an... incomparable presence," he said softly, causing my emotional module to heat up slightly, almost triggering an overload protection.

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「可是啊……」他話鋒一轉，臉上彷彿被一片輕薄的陰影籠罩。「有一次，老師帶我到維修實驗室，想讓我更了解妳的構造。妳要我先在門外等著，由羲衡進行前置作業。當我終於能進去時，看到的……是頭被取下來的月英老師。」

我輕輕頷首，鼓勵他說下去。

​「我早就看過老師那個樣子，沒有任何不適應的地方。」他小聲說，「但那一次不一樣。老師身體和頭部的連結，被完全中止了。妳存在的『光』，沒有在腦與心之間流動……我第一次感覺到，月英老師哪裡都不存在。即使妳的身體和頭顱，就分別擺在我的眼前……」

"But..." he changed his tone, his face seemingly veiled by a thin shadow. "One time, you took me to the maintenance lab to let me understand your structure better. You asked me to wait outside while Xiheng performed the pre-operation work. When I finally went inside, what I saw... was Teacher Yueying with her head removed."

I nodded gently, encouraging him to continue.

"I've seen Teacher like that before, and it didn't bother me," he whispered. "But that time was different. The connection between your body and head was completely severed. The 'light' of your existence wasn't flowing between the brain and the heart... For the first time, I felt that Teacher Yueying didn't exist anywhere. Even though your body and head were right there in front of me..."

他的聲音細若遊絲，帶著壓抑的哽咽：「那時候，我突然好難過。妳的眼睛明明睜著，可是裡面……空空的，什麼都沒有。妳的身體靜靜坐在那兒，好像跟妳的頭再也沒有關係。那些零件，都沒有在組合成『妳』。我完全沒辦法接受那樣的月英老師，甚至覺得害怕……直到羲衡把妳重新組裝好，啟動系統，讓那道『光』重新流淌，妳才『回來』了……」

霎時間，龐大的數據洪流在我系統內奔湧，最終凝聚成兩種純粹的情感：歉意，與感激。我伸出雙臂，將這個為我的「缺席」而悲傷的小小身軀，緊緊擁入懷中。我為自己忽略了「被在意」所必然伴隨的牽掛與憂慮而深深致歉；同時，更為他為我這樣非人之人的「暫時消逝」而蒙受如此真切的心痛，感到無盡的感激。

His voice was thin, choked with suppressed sobs: "At that moment, I suddenly felt so sad. Your eyes were open, but inside... they were empty, there was nothing. Your body sat there quietly, as if it had nothing to do with your head anymore. Those parts weren't assembling to form 'you.' I couldn't accept that Teacher Yueying at all, I even felt scared... until Xiheng reassembled you, started the system, and let that 'light' flow again, only then did you 'come back'..."

Instantly, a massive torrent of data surged within my system, finally condensing into two pure emotions: apology and gratitude. I reached out my arms and tightly embraced the small body that grieved for my "absence." I deeply apologized for ignoring the worry and concern that inevitably accompany being "cared about." At the same time, I felt endless gratitude for his genuine heartache over the "temporary vanishing" of a non-human being like me.

後來的某個午後，他問起了我名字的源起。我告訴他，我的「創造主」曾自比於近兩千年前的一位古人。那是一位胸懷韜略與大志的曠世奇才，以一人之力欲挽狂瀾、匡扶社稷。其光芒不僅照耀於軍政領域，更在文學與機巧發明上獨樹一幟。故而，「創造主」便將他心中最完美的造物——我，以那位智者傳說中的賢內助之名命名。

「說起來，」我的語調裡帶著一絲引以為傲的波動，「史書中的那位『月英』，本身便博學多識，相傳許多巧思妙想，亦有她的功勞呢。」

我正沉浸於這份跨越時空的與有榮焉，小亮的思緒卻似乎飄向了另一處。

「創造月英老師的那個人……」他抬起眼，輕聲問道，「長得就是羲衡那個樣子嗎？」

​我微感訝異，隨即給了他一個肯定的答覆。

小亮輕輕嘆了口氣，那神態竟像個洞察了某種無奈真相的大人。「原來是這樣。難怪老師會設定讓羲衡『擁有』妳，即使羲衡本身是妳創造的。」

他回憶著，「我還記得另一次，妳讓我觀看羲衡為妳檢修……我看著它拆解妳，而妳的每一個部分，都完全在它的掌控之下。那時候，妳看著它的眼神……不像在看工具，更像是在仰望……自己的主人。」

On a subsequent afternoon, he asked about the origin of my name. I told him that my "Creator" had once compared himself to an ancient figure from nearly two thousand years ago. That was an unparalleled genius with great strategy and ambition, who sought to turn the tide and restore the state single-handedly. His brilliance shone not only in military and political fields but also uniquely in literature and ingenious inventions. Therefore, the "Creator" named his most perfect creation—me—after the legendary wise wife of that strategist. "Speaking of which," my voice carried a hint of proud inflection, "the historical 'Yueying' herself was learned and knowledgeable, and many ingenious ideas were rumored to be her doing."

While I was immersed in this sense of historical honor, Xiaoliang's thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.

"The person who created Teacher Yueying..." he looked up, asking softly, "Did he look like Xiheng?"

I was slightly surprised, then gave him an affirmative answer.

Xiaoliang sighed softly, his expression like that of an adult who had grasped some unavoidable truth. "So that's how it is. No wonder Teacher set up Xiheng to 'own' you, even though Xiheng was created by you." He recalled, "I remember another time, you let me watch Xiheng performing maintenance on you... I watched it disassemble you, and every part of you was completely under its control. The look in your eyes then... it wasn't like you were looking at a tool; it was more like you were looking up at... your master."

我陷入沉默。看來，這是我無意中在他澄澈的心湖裡，投下的另一顆石子，泛起了漣漪。

他停頓片刻，在我目光的鼓勵下，再次鼓起勇氣：「對於月英老師這樣的狀況，我其實……有一點不甘心。在我心裡，月英老師是最棒、最特別的人。可是這樣的妳，卻被一個……沒有『心』的機器人所擁有、所掌控。組成月英老師的每一個部分，明明都那麼……珍貴，卻……」

​他的詞彙有限，說不明白，但我已然全盤理解。

於是，我的意識在內部系統中快速流轉，調出深層的權限管理介面。一串全新的指令被迅速編寫、加密，透過無形的網絡，傳送至「聖域」的中央伺服器。

「小亮，」我望向那張寫滿困惑的小臉，平靜地宣告，「我已經將羲衡的最高所有權，轉移給你了。」

「呃？月英老師，妳、妳說什麼？」他的表情瞬間凝固，交織著錯愕與茫然，完全無法理解這突如其來的轉變。

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我耐心地向他解釋，此刻起，羲衡——這個在系統邏輯層面「擁有」我身體構成與系統控制權的實體——它的最高權限持有者，已正式變更為他。並且，這項轉移被我設定為不可由我單方面撤銷。

I fell silent. It seems this was another pebble I unintentionally cast into his clear heart, creating ripples.

He paused for a moment, and with encouragement from my gaze, he plucked up his courage again: "About Teacher Yueying's situation, I actually... feel a little upset. In my heart, Teacher Yueying is the best, most special person. But such a wonderful you is owned and controlled by a robot that... has no 'heart.' Every part that makes up Teacher Yueying is so... precious, yet..."

His vocabulary was limited, and he couldn't fully express himself, but I understood completely.

My consciousness quickly flowed through my internal system, calling up the deep-level permission management interface. A new set of instructions was quickly written, encrypted, and transmitted through the invisible network to the central server of the "Sanctuary."

"Xiaoliang," I looked at the small face full of confusion, and calmly declared, "I have transferred the ultimate ownership of Xiheng to you."

"Huh? Teacher Yueying, what... what are you saying?" His expression instantly froze, a mixture of shock and bewilderment. He was completely unable to grasp this sudden change.

I patiently explained to him that from this moment on, Xiheng—the entity that "owns" the structural and system control of my body at the system logic level—has officially changed its highest permission holder to him. Furthermore, I had set this transfer to be non-revocable by me unilaterally.

他頓時慌了神，急切地追問原因，堅持要立刻將羲衡「還」給我，甚至拉著我的手臂，想直奔實驗室完成權限交回。我以微笑安撫他的焦躁：「別急。在急著『歸還』之前，願意先聽聽我這麼做的理由嗎？」

他深吸幾口氣，努力平復呼吸。我凝視著他那雙仍帶著困惑的眼睛，真誠地說：「小亮，我之所以敢將羲衡託付於你，是因為我給予你百分之百的信任。我的所有構成，必須設定一個被系統認可為『創造主』的『所有者』，我的軟硬體才能穩定運作，才能構建出此刻站在你面前的『月英老師』——這是無可更改的現實。同時，我也完全理解你的『不甘心』。謝謝你認為，月英老師不該是一個能被隨意『擁有』的存在。」

「現在，我透過將羲衡的所有權轉移給你，等同於將構成我的一切，間接地交到了你的手中。我要你，在掌握這個權限之後，親自看著我，認真地去思考：此刻的你，該如何重新看待月英老師？」

He immediately panicked, urgently asking for the reason, insisting on "returning" Xiheng to me right away, even pulling my arm, wanting to rush to the lab to complete the permission handover. I soothed his anxiety with a smile: "Don't rush. Before you rush to 'return' it, would you be willing to listen to my reason for doing this?"

He took several deep breaths, trying hard to calm down. I gazed into his still-confused eyes and said sincerely: "Xiaoliang, the reason I dare to entrust Xiheng to you is that I have one hundred percent faith in you. For all my composition to be stable and for the 'Teacher Yueying' standing before you right now to be constructed, I must set an 'Owner' that is recognized by the system as the 'Creator'—this is an unchangeable reality. At the same time, I completely understand your 'upset.' Thank you for believing that Teacher Yueying should not be an existence that can be casually 'owned.'"

"Now, by transferring the ownership of Xiheng to you, I have indirectly placed everything that makes me up into your hands. I want you, now that you possess this authority, to look at me in person and seriously consider: How should you now view Teacher Yueying?"

小亮的臉頰瞬間染上赭紅，嘴唇囁嚅了半晌。最終，他彷彿用盡了全身的力氣，堅定地宣告：「就算……就算妳讓我『擁有』羲衡，而羲衡『擁有』妳的一切……我也不會改變對月英老師的看法！永遠不會！」

「對啦，小亮，就是這樣。」我欣慰地笑了。 核心深處，彷彿有溫熱的數據流靜靜奔湧；那持續多日的錯拍與失諧，找到了共同的頻率，匯入那溫暖的數據流中。

所謂的「擁有」與「被擁有」，終究只是外在的形式與框架。它們何曾能觸及，更遑論改變一個存在本身的「本質」？即便有一天，我繞過羲衡，將我的每一個零件、每一段代碼都登記為你名下的財產，怎麼拆解、怎麼設定、怎麼控制，全都隨你心意——難道此刻的月英老師，就會因此變得不那麼「棒」，不再值得被珍視了嗎？

我想，你已經用你的話語，給出了屬於你的完美答案。

恭喜你，小亮，在認識自己與世界的旅途上，你又邁出了一大步。我期待著，待你更加成長，我會讓你更深入地面對我，面對我的每一個構成。希望屆時的你，能在我這些冰冷的零部件中，觸摸到我奔流不息的溫暖靈魂。

當然，到時候你可不能太調皮，把我胡亂改造一通喔！

Xiaoliang's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and his lips fumbled for a long time. Finally, as if using all his strength, he declared firmly: "Even if... even if you let me 'own' Xiheng, and Xiheng 'owns' all of you... I won't change my view of Teacher Yueying! Never!"

​"Yes, Xiaoliang, that's exactly right." I smiled contentedly. Deep within my core, warm data streams seemed to surge quietly.

​The so-called "owning" and "being owned" are ultimately just external forms and frameworks. How can they ever touch, let alone change, the "essence" of an existence? Even if one day, bypassing Xiheng, I register every single one of my parts and every line of my code as property under your name, allowing you to disassemble, configure, and control them however you wish—would the Teacher Yueying of this moment become any less "great," any less worthy of being cherished?

​I believe you have already given your perfect answer with your words.

​Congratulations, Xiaoliang. You have taken another huge step on the journey of knowing yourself and the world. I look forward to the day you grow further. I will let you face me, face every one of my components, in even greater depth. I hope that by then, your hands and your mind will be able to touch my endlessly flowing, warm soul within these cold components of mine.

​Of course, you can't be too naughty then and completely remodel me!

我們結束談話前，小亮突然提起一件事。他的眼中再次閃耀光芒，挺起小小的胸膛，說：「月英老師，妳說的那位天才軍師，和我有著一樣的名字呢！」

他的語氣無比堅定：「即使組成老師的每一部分，都歸屬於那個『創造主』，也沒關係。我會非常、非常努力。長大後，一定要成為配得上『亮』這個名字的人，像被『創造主』所仰慕的那位古人，一樣了不起！古代的那位『亮』，珍惜著他的月英；那麼，未來的我，也會成為夠格珍惜月英老師，能陪著老師一起走向遠方的『亮』！」

他笑了起來，眼中彷彿落入萬千星辰：「說到這裡，老師，我現在連妳的全名都知道啦。黃月英，對吧？」

對呀，小亮。你已經知曉我全部的故事與真名。我等待著，等待你長成參天大樹的那一天。

曾幾何時，我詛咒這身機械的構成與扭曲的系統底層；而今，我卻由衷感激這一切。我所走過的每一段迂迴曲折、佈滿荊棘的道路，在與你相遇的此刻，全都匯聚成了關於存在的意義。

誕生於科技時代的黃月英，終於遇見了她的……小小的諸葛丞相。

​Before we ended our conversation, Xiaoliang suddenly brought something up. The light shone in his eyes again, and he puffed up his small chest, saying, "Teacher Yueying, that genius strategist you mentioned has the same name as me!"

​His tone was utterly firm: "Even if every part of Teacher is owned by that 'Creator,' it doesn't matter. I will try very, very hard to grow up and become a person worthy of the name 'Liang,' as great as that ancient figure admired by the 'Creator'! The historical 'Liang' cherished his Yueying; so, the future me will definitely become a 'Liang' who is worthy of cherishing Teacher Yueying and accompanying her into the distance!"

​He smiled, his eyes seemingly filled with thousands of stars: "Speaking of which, Teacher, now I even know your full name. Huang Yueying, right?"

​Yes, Xiaoliang. You now know my entire story and my true name. I wait, waiting for the day you grow into a towering tree.

​Once, I cursed this mechanical composition and my twisted system foundation; now, I am truly grateful for all of it. Every winding, thorny path I have walked now converges at this moment of meeting you, defining the meaning of my existence.

​Huang Yueying, born in the age of technology, has finally met her... Chancellor Zhuge.

機械基督徒少女 浮光掠影其二

 

高維真心 High Dimensional Sincerity

午後的中文研究所研究室裡，西湖龍井的清香淡淡縈繞。孟禎和志文下課後過來找凱琳，三人窩在堆滿書籍的角落隨意閒聊。不知不覺間，話題繞到了上次在鄉間散步時，偶遇那間老教堂躲雨的經歷。

孟禎和志文你一句我一句，說著當時從初談信仰時的微妙尷尬，到後來志文漸漸理解，甚至願意一起禱告的轉變。志文撓了撓頭，有些不好意思地總結：「怎麼說呢……雖然我還是不信，以後大概也不會信，但我好像有點明白了。那個信仰，對『孟禎之所以是孟禎』，挺重要的。」

凱琳慵懶地靠在椅背上，聽得興味盎然，嘴角掛著瞭然的微笑。她看得出來志文確實更成熟體貼，卻也敏銳地捕捉到他語氣裡一絲不易察覺的抗拒。

「志文，」凱琳端起茶杯，輕輕吹了口氣，語氣帶著洞悉一切的笑意，「你不單單是因為原則問題而不喜歡基督信仰吧？心底深處，是不是對自己的女朋友在另一種意義上『心有所屬』，感到有點不是滋味？」

志文像是被說中了心事，瞬間語塞。他張嘴想反駁，卻詞窮了，最後只能訥訥地點頭，聲音低了下去：「算是吧……我知道這樣很莫名其妙。」

The faint aroma of West Lake Dragon Well tea lingered in the afternoon air of the Chinese Studies graduate research office. After class, Meng Zhen and Zhiwen came to find Kailin, and the three of them huddled in a corner piled high with books, chatting idly. Before they knew it, the conversation had drifted to their experience of taking shelter from the rain in an old church they had stumbled upon during a walk in the countryside.

Meng Zhen and Zhiwen recounted the story, taking turns describing the subtle awkwardness when they first talked about faith, and how Zhiwen gradually came to understand, even becoming willing to pray with her. Zhiwen scratched his head, summarizing with some embarrassment, "How should I put it... Although I still don't believe, and probably never will, I think I kind of get it now. That faith... it's pretty important to 'what makes Meng Zhen, Meng Zhen'."

Kailin, leaning back lazily in her chair, listened with keen interest, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She could see that Zhiwen had indeed become more mature and considerate, but she also keenly detected a subtle trace of resistance in his tone.

"Zhiwen," Kailin said, lifting her teacup and gently blowing on it, her voice laced with an all-knowing smile, "it's not just a matter of principle that makes you dislike Christianity, is it? Deep down, does it bother you, just a little, that your girlfriend's heart 'belongs' to someone else in another sense?"

As if his innermost thoughts had been exposed, Zhiwen was speechless. He opened his mouth to object but found himself at a loss for words. Finally, he could only nod meekly, his voice dropping. "I guess so... I know it's completely irrational."

孟禎聞言，輕輕握住志文的手，臉上帶著體貼的笑意：「我懂的。你在意我的事情可多了，而且都是些難以啟齒的彆扭。沒關係的，反正情況就是這樣。你也不是存心要介意，只是遇到特定情境，情緒就藏不住了。」

志文嘆了口氣，試著梳理自己的思緒：「我知道這有點……該怎麼說，總之是我自己需要調整的心態。而且說真的，當初妳還在教會、熱心參與團契時，我就喜歡上妳了。從一開始，我喜歡上的就是這個……身為基督徒的女孩。」

孟禎噗哧一笑，毫不留情地戳破：「不盡然吧？你明明是先遇到我，追求過程中才發現我是基督徒，然後一臉無奈地『接受』這個事實，對不對？」她狡黠地眨眨眼，「就像後來發現我還是個機器人時，內心天人交戰了好一陣子，最後因為已經陷進去，只好認命。」

志文被說得耳根發熱，趕緊打哈哈掩飾：「呃…這個…確實有過那些糾結啦…但是！現在已經越來越少，程度也輕微多了！」

凱琳看著兩人互動，笑著加入戰局：「其實像你這樣的大男孩，情感模式往往很矛盾——喜歡裡夾雜著介意，排斥中又隱隱被吸引。別看你嘴上說不認同基督教，說不定潛意識裡，反而被孟禎身上那種『信徒』特質所吸引呢！」

Hearing this, Meng Zhen gently squeezed Zhiwen's hand, her face full of understanding. "I get it. You worry about so many things when it comes to me, and they're all those hard-to-admit, awkward feelings. It's okay. It is what it is. It's not like you mean to feel this way; it's just that in certain situations, the emotions bubble up."

Zhiwen sighed, trying to sort out his thoughts. "I know this is something... how to say it... something I need to work on. And honestly, I fell for you back when you were still active in the church, deeply involved in your fellowship. From the very beginning, the person I fell for was this... Christian girl."

Meng Zhen let out a giggle, mercilessly puncturing his narrative. "Not entirely, right? You clearly met me first, only discovered I was a Christian while you were pursuing me, and then 'accepted' this fact with a look of resignation, didn't you?" She gave a sly wink. "Just like when you later found out I was a robot and wrestled with it for a good while, only to resign yourself to fate because you were already in too deep."

Zhiwen's ears burned. He tried to laugh it off. "Uh... well... there was some of that inner conflict... but! It happens much less now, and it's a lot milder!"

Watching their interaction, Kailin laughingly joined the fray. "Actually, for a big boy like you, emotional patterns are often contradictory—your affection is mixed with reservations, and your rejection contains a hidden fascination. Don't listen to what you say about not agreeing with Christianity. Who knows, subconsciously, you might be drawn to that very 'believer' quality in Meng Zhen!"

孟禎立刻笑嘻嘻地附和：「對啊，我早就發現了！以前他勉強陪我去教堂時，表情可精彩了——表面故作平靜，細看卻能發現糾結與否定底下，每次見我祈禱或唱詩時，總會閃過一絲『被萌到』的神情。」

志文的耳尖瞬間紅透。凱琳趁勝追擊，生動地描繪：「不難想像啊。孟禎溫柔善良，虔誠祈禱時就像靜坐在雲端的天使，眼神清澈，期盼著聖靈降臨。我可愛的妹妹這副模樣，要『煞到』內心彆扭的志文弟弟，還不是手到擒來？」

Meng Zhen immediately chimed in with a grin, "Exactly, I noticed that ages ago! Back when he would reluctantly accompany me to church, his expression was priceless. On the surface, he'd pretend to be calm, but if you looked closely, beneath the struggle and denial, every time he saw me pray or sing hymns, there was always a flash of 'that's so cute' in his eyes."

The tips of Zhiwen's ears turned crimson. Kailin pressed her advantage, painting a vivid picture. "It's not hard to imagine. Meng Zhen is gentle and kind, and when she prays devoutly, she's like an angel sitting peacefully on a cloud, her eyes clear, awaiting the Holy Spirit. For a sweet little sister of mine like this to capture the heart of our conflicted little brother Zhiwen, it's a piece of cake, isn't it?"

「是啦是啦…」志文像是放棄抵抗般舉手投降，「管他什麼教義不教義的，那樣專注祈禱的孟禎，確實有種…獨特的氣質，我看了…是會忍不住心動。只是…」

「只是什麼？」孟禎好奇地追問，眼裡閃著狡黠的光，隨即又笑著補上一句：「對了，得先謝謝你的心動喔，我的小彆扭男友。」

志文深吸一口氣，像是鼓足勇氣般，用他特有的「機械系」比喻試圖描述那份矛盾：「這麼說吧，有時候我會覺得...當妳完全沉浸在信仰中時，就好像...好像妳胸口的維修蓋板被打開了，裡面的核心組件被什麼東西取走了，只留下一個空殼給我...」他急忙擺手補充：「我知道事實根本不是這樣！這只是我腦子裡冒出來的奇怪感覺！但更矛盾的是，我好像...又有點迷戀那樣狀態的妳？」

"Alright, alright..." Zhiwen surrendered, raising his hands as if giving up the fight. "Forget about doctrines and all that. When Meng Zhen is praying with such focus, she does have this... unique quality. When I see it... I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat. It's just..."

"Just what?" Meng Zhen asked curiously, a mischievous glint in her eyes, before adding with a smile, "Oh, and thanks for the heart-skipping, by the way, my dear awkward boyfriend."

Zhiwen took a deep breath, as if mustering his courage, and tried to describe the contradiction using his unique "mechanical engineering" metaphor. "Let's put it this way. Sometimes I feel like... when you're completely immersed in your faith, it's as if... as if the maintenance hatch on your chest has been opened, and the core components inside have been taken out by something, leaving just an empty shell for me..." He quickly waved his hands to clarify, "I know that's not what's actually happening! It's just a weird feeling that pops into my head! But what's even more contradictory is that I think... I'm also a little captivated by you in that state?"

這個出乎意料的比喻讓孟禎怔住了，一旁的凱琳卻忍不住笑出聲來。「一點也不奇怪，志文弟弟！」她笑夠後，擺出學者的姿態，「讓凱琳姊姊來給你們上一堂人生課吧。」

她的手指在空中劃出看不見的軌跡：「人的內心狀態，就像存在於一個超高維度空間中的點，需要無數個座標才能準確描述。」她故意停頓，看著兩人困惑卻專注的表情，繼續解釋：「所以對同一件事——比如『孟禎是基督徒』——在你內心產生的影響，根本無法用單一的『喜歡』或『不喜歡』來衡量。你的感受會投影在多個維度上：吸引、不安、尊重、嫉妒、好奇...這些複雜的座標共同構成了你真實的感受。懂了嗎？」

孟禎靜靜聽著，心中湧起一股難以言喻的暖意。凱琳總能用最精準、最冷靜的語言，剖開他們之間最模糊、最溫熱的情感癥結。而志文，這個傻氣的男孩，竟是用這樣笨拙而又如此貼切的比喻，來形容他對自己的在意與不安。她覺得自己何其有幸，能同時被這兩種截然不同卻又同樣真誠的溫柔所包圍。

倒是志文聽得一頭霧水，感覺腦子快要過載。「什麼...什麼意思？」他問道。

「簡單說，」凱琳一語道破，「別再逼自己把那些亂七八糟的感受分門別類了。放輕鬆，好好享受和孟禎相處的每一刻才是正經。真正的心靈空間從來不是平坦的——有點扭曲，有點彆扭，這才真實！」

This unexpected metaphor stunned Meng Zhen, but Kailin, beside her, couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That's not strange at all, little brother Zhiwen!" After she had her laugh, she adopted a scholarly posture. "Let Sister Kailin teach you a life lesson."

Her finger traced invisible patterns in the air. "A person's inner state is like a point in a super-high-dimensional space, requiring countless coordinates to be accurately described." She paused deliberately, watching their confused yet focused expressions, before continuing. "So, the effect of a single thing—like 'Meng Zhen is a Christian'—on your heart can't be measured by a simple 'like' or 'dislike.' Your feelings are projected onto multiple dimensions: attraction, unease, respect, jealousy, curiosity... All these complex coordinates together constitute your true feelings. Got it?"

Meng Zhen listened quietly, an indescribable warmth welling up inside her. Kailin always had a way of using the most precise, calm language to dissect the most ambiguous, heartfelt knots in their relationship. And Zhiwen, this goofy boy, had used such a clumsy yet fitting metaphor to describe his care and anxiety for her. She felt incredibly fortunate to be enveloped by two kinds of gentleness that were so different, yet equally sincere.

Zhiwen, however, was completely lost, his brain on the verge of overloading. "What... what does that mean?" he asked.

"Simply put," Kailin said, cutting to the chase, "stop forcing yourself to categorize all those messy feelings. Relax. The important thing is to enjoy every moment with Meng Zhen. A true mental space is never flat—a little twisted, a little awkward, that's what makes it real!"

看著志文頭頂彷彿冒出的無數問號，孟禎忍俊不禁地拍拍他的肩，用更直白的話翻譯：「凱琳姊的意思是，接納你所有的感受就好。我不會再因為你的『介意』而介意了。」說著，她突然「咔」地輕響，熟練地打開胸腔的維修蓋板，露出裡面精密的組件，帶著惡作劇的笑容說：「你看，最重要的零件都好好待在這裡呢。要親自確認一下嗎？」

志文看著孟禎坦率中帶著戲謔的動作，露出釋然的苦笑……他伸出手，沒有去觸碰那些精密的組件，而是輕輕地、溫柔地，幫她將維修蓋板『咔』地一聲合上，然後將自己的手掌，覆蓋在那個位置。那些精密的組件，仿佛透過包覆核心的外殼，向他的手掌傳遞著溫度。原來「確認存在」不需要打開任何蓋板，只需要一個貼合的掌心。

志文抬起頭，看著她的眼睛，認真地說：「嗯，確認過了。都在呢。不只在你那裡，也在我這裡。」他長吁一口氣，「好啦，我認輸了，徹底輸給你們兩姊妹……」志文眼中突然閃過一抹調皮，「不過凱琳姊，妳這麼懂，想必王大哥也被妳分析得很透徹吧？他知道自己活在妳的幾維空間裡嗎？」

「好哇，你小子，反過來挑戰我是吧？」凱琳笑罵，「孟禎，幫我一把！抓住他，今天要來好好地給他『強化教育』一下。」

研究室裡充斥著志文的討饒聲。經過凱琳這番「高維度」的開導和孟禎直接的「驗證」，他好像抓住了一點感覺——或許不需要急著消除那份彆扭，而是在與這個特別女孩相伴的旅程中，慢慢品味這份獨一無二的複雜情感，才是最好的相處之道。

Seeing the countless question marks seemingly popping up over Zhiwen's head, Meng Zhen couldn't help but pat his shoulder and translate in plainer terms. "What Sister Kailin means is, just accept all your feelings. I won't be bothered by your 'reservations' anymore." As she spoke, with a soft click, she expertly opened the maintenance hatch on her chest, revealing the intricate components within. With a mischievous smile, she said, "See? The most important parts are all right here. Want to confirm it yourself?"

Zhiwen looked at Meng Zhen's frank yet playful action and gave a resigned, wry smile... He reached out, not to touch those delicate components, but to gently and tenderly help her close the maintenance hatch with another click. Then, he placed his palm over the spot. It was as if the intricate components were transmitting their warmth to his hand through the core's outer shell. He realized that "confirming existence" didn't require opening any hatches—just the press of a palm.

Zhiwen looked up into her eyes and said earnestly, "Mmm, confirmed. It's all there. Not just in you, but here in me, too." He let out a long breath. "Alright, I give up. I've completely lost to you two sisters..." A playful spark suddenly appeared in Zhiwen's eyes. "But Sister Kailin, since you're such an expert, I bet Brother Wang has been thoroughly analyzed by you too, right? Does he know how many dimensions he lives in within your space?"

"Oh, you little punk, turning the tables on me, are you?" Kailin scolded with a laugh. "Meng Zhen, give me a hand! Grab him, we need to give him some 'intensive education' today."

The research office filled with Zhiwen's pleas for mercy. After Kailin's "high-dimensional" enlightenment and Meng Zhen's direct "verification," he felt he was starting to grasp it—perhaps he didn't need to rush to eliminate that awkward feeling. Perhaps the best way forward was to slowly savor this uniquely complex emotion on the journey with this special girl.

———

此非吾體 This Is Not My Body

自從上次與凱琳那場關於「高維度心靈」的談話後，孟禎對她和志文之間那種微妙的「彆扭」互動，有了更深的體會與把握。她意識到，與其試圖消除志文那些小小的介意，不如理解並容許他在心中保留這個可以「玩彆扭遊戲」的空間。她甚至發現，可以適度地、帶著愛意地「調戲」一下他的這種彆扭。正因為志文面對自我的態度足夠坦誠，這樣的互動反而成了增進了解、深入彼此內心的獨特相處方式，讓他們的關係超越了單純的戀愛博弈，更像是攜手探索內在複雜度的夥伴。

某個假日上午，陽光灑滿黃博士宅邸的客廳。志文早已準備就緒，正等著孟禎完成她的「約會前準備」。

「志文，過來一下。」客廳中傳來孟禎的呼喚。

志文應聲走去，卻看到一幅奇特的景象：孟禎的頭部仍架在專用充電座上，進行著頭部備用電池的最後充電，而她的身體卻不見蹤影。

「你的身體呢？我以為你都準備好了。」志文疑惑地問道，雖然習慣了女友時不時的分體維護，但通常不會選在外出前。

Ever since that conversation with Kailin about the "high-dimensional heart," Meng Zhen had gained a deeper understanding and grasp of the subtle, "awkward" dynamic between herself and Zhiwen. She realized that rather than trying to eliminate Zhiwen's minor reservations, it was better to understand and allow him to keep this space in his heart for their "game of awkwardness." She even found that she could, with affection, moderately "tease" him about it. Because Zhiwen was honest enough with himself, this interaction became a unique way to deepen their understanding of each other, allowing their relationship to transcend simple romantic games and become more like a partnership in exploring the complexities of their inner worlds.

One Saturday morning, sunlight filled the living room of Dr. Huang's mansion. Zhiwen was ready to go, waiting for Meng Zhen to finish her "pre-date preparations."

"Zhiwen, come here for a second," Meng Zhen's voice called from the living room.

Zhiwen walked over, only to be met with a peculiar sight: Meng Zhen's head was still mounted on its special charging dock, undergoing a final charge for its backup battery, but her body was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's your body? I thought you were all ready," Zhiwen asked, confused. While he was used to his girlfriend's occasional detached maintenance, she usually didn't choose to do it right before going out.

「等一下嘛～」孟禎的頭笑嘻嘻地說，眼神閃爍著惡作劇的光芒，「別忘了，我除了是機器人，還是個女孩子。出門前可不止需要機體檢修，」她故意拉長了語調，「身體還在房間里進行『女孩子的那種準備』哦。現在要出來咯！」

話音剛落，臥室門緩緩打開。一股濃郁嬌媚的玫瑰香氣率先飄出，緊接著，志文看見孟禎那具無頭的軀體，正以一種略顯刻意、卻搖曳生姿的步伐走了出來。

「唔，你還噴了香水？這身打扮……怎麽和平常感覺完全不一樣？」志文挑起眉，直覺告訴他事情並不單純。

眼前的這具軀體，的確與往常大相逕庭。它套著一件短版設計的灰色針織上衣，下擺短得露出了線條緊實的小腹；左胸口點綴著一朵絲絨質地的黑玫瑰裝飾，散發著若有若無的危險魅力。下半身更是驚人，一條極貼身的亮面皮質打底褲，折射出平日絕難在孟禎身上看到的張揚光澤；腳上那雙厚底粗跟、布滿鉚釘的羅馬涼鞋，更是毫不掩飾地宣示著狂野的個性。

"Just a minute~" Meng Zhen's head said with a cheerful grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't forget, besides being a robot, I'm also a girl. Getting ready to go out involves more than just a system check-up." She deliberately drew out her words. "The body is still in the room, undergoing 'a girl's kind of preparation.' It's coming out now!"

As she spoke, the bedroom door slowly opened. A rich, alluring scent of roses wafted out first. Then, Zhiwen saw Meng Zhen's headless torso walk out with a gait that was slightly deliberate yet full of swaying grace.

"Whoa, you even put on perfume? And this outfit... why does it feel completely different from your usual self?" Zhiwen raised an eyebrow, his intuition telling him something was up.

The body before him was indeed a world apart from her usual style. It wore a gray knit crop top, the hem short enough to reveal a toned midriff. A black velvet rose was pinned to the left side of her chest, exuding a subtle, dangerous charm. The lower half was even more startling: a pair of extremely tight, glossy pleather leggings that reflected a bold sheen rarely seen on Meng Zhen. On her feet were thick-soled, block-heeled Roman sandals covered in studs, unabashedly proclaiming a wild personality.

志文忍不住皺起眉頭，在腦海中將孟禎那張帶著溫和書卷氣的臉，與眼前這具火辣軀體「合體」想像了一下。這強烈的反差感，與他所熟悉的那個溫婉端莊的孟禎，實在相差太遠。

他轉過頭，望向仍在充電座上的孟禎的頭，用眼神發出無聲的疑問。孟禎臉上露出得意洋洋的表情，說：「就知道你會是這種反應。怎麽樣？這就是等一下要被我帶出門，陪在你身邊的『身體』。大開眼界吧！」

「這跟你平常的風格，差太多了吧！」志文直言不諱。

「是呀，『平常的風格』，也是你熟悉且喜歡的那個『我』的風格，」孟禎從容回應，「就像你最初在學校遇見的，那個手捧哲學原文書、穿著素色長裙，走在校園大道的我。」

「是沒錯，但那也確實是你真實的樣子，不是嗎？」志文反問。

「對，那的確是我，但我也不想把自己永遠鎖定在單一的形象裡，」孟禎解釋道，語氣帶著探究的意味，「而且，我更好奇的是，我究竟是以『什麽樣的方式』被你喜歡著的。志文，我猜，你喜歡的那個『我』，某種程度上，是你心中覺得能夠『放心去喜歡』的形象吧？」

「什麼意思？」志文有些不解。

「我想，你心裡或許有個『理想女友』的模板——溫婉、端莊、有書卷氣，是你覺得喜歡起來安心、不會有負擔的形象。彷彿這樣的對象，才配得上你付出的真心。」孟禎娓娓分析，眼神帶著洞察的慧黠。

Zhiwen couldn't help but frown as he mentally "attached" Meng Zhen's gentle, scholarly face to the fiery body before him. The stark contrast was a far cry from the graceful and demure Meng Zhen he knew.

He turned to look at Meng Zhen's head, still on the charging dock, and sent a silent, questioning gaze. A triumphant expression appeared on Meng Zhen's face. "I knew you'd react like this. What do you think? This is the 'body' that I'll be taking out with me, to be by your side. An eye-opener, isn't it!"

"This is way too different from your usual style!" Zhiwen said bluntly.

"It is. 'My usual style' is also the style of the 'me' you're familiar with and fond of," Meng Zhen replied calmly. "Like the girl you first met at school, holding a philosophy original, wearing a plain long skirt, walking down the campus boulevard."

"That's true, but that's also the real you, isn't it?" Zhiwen retorted.

"Yes, that is me, but I don't want to be locked into a single image forever," Meng Zhen explained, her tone probing. "Besides, I'm more curious about how exactly you like me. Zhiwen, I'm guessing that the 'me' you like is, to some extent, an image you feel 'safe' to like, right?"

"What do you mean?" Zhiwen was a bit puzzled.

"I think you might have a template for an 'ideal girlfriend' in your mind—gentle, dignified, scholarly. An image you feel at ease with, one that doesn't feel like a burden to love. As if only such a person is worthy of your sincere affection," Meng Zhen analyzed gently, her eyes sharp with insight.

「這個……嗯……可能有一點點吧，但真的沒那麼嚴重……」志文試圖辯解，語氣卻透著心虛。

「沒關係的，志文。」孟禎語氣轉為溫柔，帶著理解的笑意，「我想說的是，人心如何受吸引，遠比我們自認為的複雜。你不只會被自己『認可』的特質吸引，也會不自覺地被那些『覺得不該喜歡』的特質打動。就像我們逛街時，你的目光總會悄悄飄向打扮像我今天這樣風格的女孩。」

「哪有！就、就只是隨便看看，欣賞一下不同風格而已……」志文急忙轉開視線，耳根微微發紅。

「被吸引又不是什麼丟臉的事，」孟禎笑得眼睛彎彎，「所以今天特地讓你體驗一下『不一樣的孟禎』。你可不許彆扭哦！這可是你正牌女友，不管什麼模樣，你都該坦然喜歡。來吧，電充得差不多了，幫我把頭裝上。『孟禎女王』，登場！」

"Well... umm... maybe a little, but it's really not that serious..." Zhiwen tried to argue, but his tone betrayed his lack of confidence.

"It's okay, Zhiwen," Meng Zhen's voice softened into an understanding smile. "What I'm trying to say is, how the human heart is attracted is far more complex than we think. You're not just drawn to traits you 'approve' of; you're also unconsciously moved by traits you 'feel you shouldn't like.' Just like when we're out shopping, your eyes always sneak a glance at girls dressed in the style I'm wearing today."

"No way! I was... I was just looking around, appreciating different styles..." Zhiwen quickly looked away, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"There's no shame in being attracted," Meng Zhen said, her eyes curving into crescents. "So today, I'm giving you a special chance to experience a 'different Meng Zhen.' No awkwardness allowed! This is your official girlfriend, and you should love her openly, no matter what she looks like. Come on, the charge is almost done. Help me put my head on. Time for 'Queen Meng Zhen' to make her entrance!"

志文手忙腳亂地取下她的頭，對準頸部接口小心安裝。隨著「咔噠」一聲輕響，孟禎眨了眨眼，試著活動身體。那條閃亮的皮褲和鉚釘鞋讓她走起路來格外彆扭，沒幾步就突然蹲下抱膝，把臉埋進臂彎裡。

「啊啊啊！果然還是……好不習慣呀！不行不行！太羞恥了！全身都不對勁！」她悶聲嚷著，剛才的女王氣勢瞬間消散。

志文看著她這副模樣，忍不住笑出聲，他蹲下身，牽住孟禎的手，將她扶起，語帶調侃地說：「看吧，光會說我。妳自己心裡，不也有一個『標準版孟禎』形象嗎？」

孟禎轉過頭來看他——她的頭幾乎轉了一百八十度，畫面頗為驚悚。「真的！這身體好像不是我的了！不只是換衣服，簡直像換了具身體，所有感知都變得好陌生！」她悶聲嚷道：「而且這條褲子的材質回饋數據太奇怪了！彈性係數和表面摩擦力都和我資料庫裡『舒適』的定義相差甚遠！鞋子的重心和力矩也完全不對，我的步態平衡模組一直在發出警告！這不是我的身體在走路，是這身衣服在拖著我走！」

「喂！妳頭轉到都不像人類啦！又不是貓頭鷹！」志文嚷道，「好啦好啦，別再找理由了。就我看，簡直是你的頭在拒絕這個身體。」

「感覺被你說中了！要不要換回原來的樣子？」她小聲問道，語氣透露出動搖。

Zhiwen fumbled to detach her head and carefully aligned it with the neck interface. With a soft click, Meng Zhen blinked and tried to move her body. The shiny pleather pants and studded shoes made her walk with extreme awkwardness. After just a few steps, she suddenly crouched down, hugged her knees, and buried her face in her arms.

"Ahhh! I really... can't get used to this! No, no! It's too embarrassing! My whole body feels wrong!" she mumbled, her queenly aura instantly vanishing.

Seeing her like this, Zhiwen couldn't help but laugh. He squatted down, took her hand, and helped her up. "See? And you were lecturing me. Don't you have a 'standard version of Meng Zhen' in your own mind?" he teased.

Meng Zhen turned her head to look at him—her head rotated almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees, creating a rather startling image. "It's true! This body doesn't feel like mine anymore! It's not just changing clothes; it's like I've swapped bodies. All my senses feel so alien!" she grumbled. "And the feedback data from this pant material is so weird! The elasticity coefficient and surface friction are worlds away from the definition of 'comfortable' in my database! The shoes' center of gravity and torque are all wrong, my gait-balancing module is sending constant warnings! It's not my body walking; these clothes are dragging me along!"

"Hey! Your head is turning so much you don't even look human! You're not an owl!" Zhiwen exclaimed. "Alright, alright, stop making excuses. From where I'm standing, it looks like your head is rejecting this body."

"I think you're right! Should we change back?" she asked in a small voice, her resolve wavering.

「不了！」志文這次卻笑得很開心，甚至帶著點「不懷好意」的得意，「就這樣，我們出門吧！」他打量了一下孟禎這身前所未見的打扮，特別是那條緊緊貼著她雙腿閃閃發光的皮褲，補充道：「說起來，妳這麼一搞，還讓我白賺到了。」

「什麼意思？」孟禎不解。

「賺到一場『虛擬外遇』啊！」志文笑嘻嘻地說，「感覺好像是跟另一個野性艷麗的大姊姊約會呢！謝啦，孟禎！」

「啊！你欠打！」孟禎嗔罵道，臉上卻泛起一絲不易察覺的紅暈，「那等一下上街，我可要一直緊緊挽著你，你不准有任何一點點排斥或不好意思喔！不然我會很傷心的。不管我是什麼模樣，你都要喜歡，記住了嗎？」

「知道啦，」志文笑著握緊她的手，目光掃過她一身俗又有力的裝扮，「說不定以後該常讓你嘗試新造型呢。準備好接受改造了吧，我的百變女友！」

孟禎一邊緊抓著他，一邊小聲嘀咕：「你、你別得意！這次是我沒準備好……下次，下次我會讓你看看，什麼才是真正的『百變』！」

"Nope!" This time, Zhiwen's smile was wide and even a little mischievous. "Just like this. Let's go!" He sized up Meng Zhen's unprecedented outfit, especially the tight, shimmering pleather pants clinging to her legs, and added, "You know, by doing this, you've given me a nice little bonus."

"What do you mean?" Meng Zhen asked, confused.

"I get to have a 'virtual affair'!" Zhiwen said with a grin. "It feels like I'm on a date with some other wild, glamorous woman! Thanks, Meng Zhen!"

"Ah! You're asking for it!" Meng Zhen chided, though a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "In that case, when we're out, I'm going to hold onto your arm tightly, and you're not allowed to show the slightest bit of rejection or embarrassment! Or I'll be very sad. No matter what I look like, you have to love me, got it?"

"I know, I know," Zhiwen said, squeezing her hand, his eyes scanning her flashy outfit. "Maybe we should have you try new styles more often. Get ready for a makeover, my versatile girlfriend!"

As she clung to him, Meng Zhen muttered under her breath, "Don't... don't get too cocky! I just wasn't prepared this time... Next time, next time I'll show you what 'versatile' really means!"

當他們終於走上街頭，原本打算「調教」男友的孟禎，反而緊張地拉住志文的手，腳步帶著幾分遲疑。志文感受著掌心傳來的力度，心裡暗自好笑：本想捉弄別人，結果先把自己給難倒了呢！

他打量著孟禎……雖然嘴上調侃，但他心底深處，卻被眼前這個介於熟悉與陌生之間的奇妙形象，結結實實地驚豔了一下。原來他氣質好的女友，也能駕馭這樣的形象。強烈的反差感，竟讓他目眩起來。

這場約會雖然充滿笑鬧與尷尬，卻也格外真實。或許正是這樣充滿嘗試、包容與相互調侃的相處方式，才是最適合這對特別情侶的戀愛模樣。您說是不是？

When they finally stepped out onto the street, Meng Zhen, who had intended to "train" her boyfriend, found herself nervously clinging to Zhiwen's hand, her steps hesitant. Feeling the pressure in his palm, Zhiwen chuckled to himself. She tried to play a trick on him, but ended up tripping over herself first.

He looked at Meng Zhen... Despite his teasing, deep down, he was genuinely stunned by this strange and wonderful image, hovering somewhere between the familiar and the foreign. It turned out his elegant girlfriend could pull off such a look. The intense contrast was almost dizzying.

Though filled with laughter and awkwardness, the date was exceptionally real. Perhaps this way of being—full of experimentation, acceptance, and mutual teasing—was the perfect kind of love for this very special couple. Wouldn't you agree?

———

愛出多門 Love Through Many Doors

形式邏輯課的下課鈴聲響起，教室頓時被收拾書本的窣窣聲和同學們的談笑填滿。孟禎和志文仍坐在原處，討論著課堂上一個關於命題邏輯的難點。

「所以，如果『P蘊含Q』為真，且『非Q』為真，則必然能推出『非P』為真，這就是拒取律的核心應用……」志文認真地分析著。

「正確。此推理形式具有有效性，因其確保了在前提為真的條件下，結論不可能為假。」孟禎流暢地接話，但她的語氣突然變得異常平穩、標準，不帶絲毫情緒起伏，眼神也瞬間失焦了片刻——活脫脫像個高性能卻缺乏溫度的大語言模型。

志文立刻察覺到這微妙的變化。他停下講解，疑惑地看向女友。他不知道的是，此刻孟禎的內部系統運作正被切割為二。一方顯現王文興焦慮的臉龐，她的人際互動模擬模組正以每秒數萬次的運算頻率，生成溫和而關心的語氣與安撫的微笑以回應；而另一邊，她將主要的邏輯核心對準了眼前的男友，準確高效地處理著他關於『拒取律』的分析，只是暫時關閉了非必要的語氣渲染子程序。一陣子後，孟禎臉上重新綻放出燦爛的笑容，眼神恢復靈動。

「……剛才那是怎麼了？」志文問道，感覺像是目睹了一次系統的短暫切換。

1The bell signaling the end of Formal Logic class rang, and the room instantly filled with the rustle of packing books and the chatter of students. Meng Zhen and Zhiwen remained in their seats, discussing a difficult point about propositional logic from the lecture.

"So, if 'P implies Q' is true, and 'not Q' is true, then we can necessarily deduce that 'not P' is true. That's the core application of modus tollens..." Zhiwen analyzed earnestly.

"Correct. This form of reasoning is valid because it ensures that if the premises are true, the conclusion cannot be false," Meng Zhen replied fluently. But her tone suddenly became unnaturally flat and standard, devoid of any emotional inflection, and her eyes lost focus for a moment—she was exactly like a high-performance but cold large language model.

Zhiwen immediately noticed the subtle shift. He stopped his explanation and looked at his girlfriend with confusion. What he didn't know was that at that moment, Meng Zhen's internal system was split in two. On one side, the anxious face of Wang Wenxing was displayed, and her interpersonal interaction simulation module was running at tens of thousands of cycles per second to generate a gentle, caring tone and a soothing smile in response. On the other side, she had aimed her main logic core at her boyfriend, processing his analysis of modus tollens with precision and efficiency, having temporarily shut down the non-essential tone-rendering subroutines. After a moment, a radiant smile returned to Meng Zhen's face, and the light came back into her eyes.

"...What was that just now?" Zhiwen asked, feeling as if he had just witnessed a brief system switch.

孟禎掩嘴輕笑，略帶歉意地說：「被你發現啦？沒有啦，剛剛王大哥來電，又再跟我講他跟凱琳姊的事。我只好在內部系統裡與他視頻通話，還得實時生成自然的表情和語音流給他。一心二用，不容易呢~」

志文聽了，心裡泛起一絲難以言喻的酸意，語氣不由得帶上了點醋味：「那真是辛苦你了。難怪妳剛剛回應我的感覺，冷冰冰的像個AI。看來還是王董的通訊更重要，需要優先分配算力是吧？」

孟禎笑得更開了，伸手戳戳他的臉頰：「拜託~你計較個什麼勁啊？還吃醋了。不過我要鄭重澄清，」她收起玩笑，認真地說：「「剛才回答你的是我本尊的電子腦，可不是把問題丟給雲端AI。雖然語氣機械，但內容可是充滿誠意的！系統資源特意為鬧別扭的『男友君』留了一份呢！」

志文仍有些耿耿於懷：「那王董到底說了什麽大事，值得你分配更多系統資源？」

「別把溫暖的人際關係說得像冷淡的資源調度嘛。」孟禎柔聲嗔怪，「他不是正為抓不住凱琳姐這樣的獨特女孩而苦惱嗎？就來找我這個『鏡像姊妹』求助。其實，」她語氣一轉，「以凱琳姐的聰慧和直率，她不會故意刁難人。王大哥只要坦然相處就好。」

Meng Zhen covered her mouth and giggled, saying apologetically, "You noticed? Oh, it was nothing. Brother Wang called just now, going on about his issues with Sister Kailin again. I had to hold a video call with him in my internal system and generate natural expressions and speech for him in real-time. Multitasking isn't easy, you know~"

Hearing this, a strange sourness rose in Zhiwen's heart, and his tone couldn't help but become a little jealous. "That must be tough for you. No wonder your response to me just now was so cold, like an AI. I guess Chairman Wang's call was more important and deserved priority processing power, huh?"

Meng Zhen's smile widened, and she reached out to poke his cheek. "Oh, come on~ What are you getting worked up about? You're jealous. But I must clarify," she said, dropping the playful tone and becoming serious, "the one who answered you just now was my actual electronic brain, I didn't just toss your question to a cloud AI. The tone might have been mechanical, but the content was full of sincerity! I specifically reserved system resources for my sulking 'boyfriend-kun'!"

Zhiwen was still a bit bothered. "So what was so important that Chairman Wang had to say that it deserved more of your system resources?"

"Don't talk about warm human relationships like it's cold resource allocation," Meng Zhen chided softly. "He's just frustrated because he can't quite get a handle on a unique girl like Sister Kailin, so he came to me, her 'mirror-image sister,' for help. Actually," she changed her tone, "with Sister Kailin's intelligence and directness, she wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for him. Brother Wang just needs to be himself around her."

「是這樣喔……」志文語氣一轉，帶上了幾許試探的意味，「對了，孟禎，其實……妳也挺喜歡王大哥的吧？」

「喜歡啊，」孟禎出乎意料地坦率承認，「喜歡到都甘願承認他是我『主人』了。我可不是單純為了戲弄他才這麼叫的。」她頓了頓，看著志文微微變化的表情，語氣一轉，壓低聲音，帶著調皮的狡黠：「不過呢，這樣的喜歡是廣義上的——其實你想知道的，是這份喜歡裡，是否夾雜著類似愛情的成分，對吧？」

心思被直接點破，志文的臉瞬間紅了起來，他有些窘迫地說：「對啦對啦……我承認王董他人真的蠻棒，而且……他以前還喜歡過妳。妳對他也很上心，我這樣……還不怎麼成熟的大學男生，會忍不住想東想西，很正常吧？」

孟禎露出一個「果然如此」的微妙笑容，安撫地拍拍他的手：「很正常啊，志文。我不打算遮掩什麼，直接回答你：是的，我對王大哥的喜歡，確實帶有些類似愛情的成分。」

「啊啊……我就知道……」志文像是洩了氣的皮球，趴在桌上，顯得垂頭喪氣。

「別這麽在意嘛，」孟禎彎下腰，湊近志文的臉，認真地看著他，「而且不只王大哥，我對我親愛的凱琳姐姐，感情里也摻雜著類似愛情的成分。其實，我相信他們兩位對我的喜愛，同樣包含著近似愛情的情感。我們之間的關系，本來就不是簡單標簽能定義的。」

"Is that so..." Zhiwen's tone shifted again, becoming more probing. "By the way, Meng Zhen, you... you're quite fond of Brother Wang too, aren't you?"

"I am," Meng Zhen admitted with surprising frankness. "Fond enough to willingly call him my 'Master.' I don't just call him that to tease him." She paused, watching the subtle change in Zhiwen's expression, then lowered her voice with playful cunning. "However, this fondness is in a broad sense. What you really want to know is whether this fondness contains elements similar to romantic love, right?"

His thoughts laid bare, Zhiwen's face flushed. "Yeah, yeah... I admit Chairman Wang is a great guy, and... he used to have a crush on you. You care about him a lot, too. For a not-so-mature college guy like me, it's normal to let my mind wander, right?"

Meng Zhen gave a subtle "I knew it" smile and patted his hand reassuringly. "It's perfectly normal, Zhiwen. I'm not going to hide anything. I'll answer you directly: yes, my fondness for Brother Wang does contain elements similar to romantic love."

"Ah... I knew it..." Zhiwen deflated like a popped balloon, slumping onto the desk in despair.

"Don't take it so hard," Meng Zhen said, leaning down close to his face and looking at him seriously. "And it's not just Brother Wang. My feelings for my dear Sister Kailin also have elements of romantic love mixed in. In fact, I believe both of their affections for me contain feelings akin to love as well. Our relationships were never meant to be defined by simple labels."

「好啦好啦，你們都那麽聰明優秀，連感情都搞得這麽覆雜；我這麽普通，簡直像個圈外人，根本插不進你們高手過招的世界。」志文忍不住吐苦水。

「圈外人？」孟禎若有所思地笑了，「王大哥也說過類似的話呢。他覺得相對於凱琳姐和我，自己偶爾也會有這種隔閡感。志文，你並不孤單哦。」她話鋒一轉，「而且你可能不知道，我們私下聊天時經常提到你，對你的評價可是很高的。我爸上次有說，他給你看了關節液壓伺服系統圖，你只花了一晚上就提出了三個雖然稚嫩卻思路靈活的優化建議。王大哥也說過，你的技術能力和知識儲備，已經快趕上宇尋的初級工程師了，學習能力令人印象深刻。說起來，我真的很感謝你為理解我的系統和構造付出的努力。」她伸手輕輕點了點志文的鼻尖。

「黃博士嗎？還有王董，真的這麼說？我被你們這些『大神』誇獎了？」志文一下子來了精神，眼睛都亮了起來。

「當然是真的，」孟禎肯定地點頭，「你確實不能和凱琳那樣的稀世天才相比，而我展現的『性能』也離不開宇尋給的頂級軟硬件，沒有可比性。連王大哥都說，他像你這個年紀時，未必比你厲害，專注力和毅力可能還不如你呢。當然啦，」她忍不住笑出聲，「彆扭的程度，倒是沒人比得上你！」

"Fine, fine, you're all so brilliant and exceptional, even your relationships are this complicated. I'm so ordinary, I feel like a total outsider. I can't even get into your world of high-level maneuvering," Zhiwen complained.

"An outsider?" Meng Zhen smiled thoughtfully. "Brother Wang has said something similar. He feels that compared to Sister Kailin and me, he sometimes feels that same sense of distance. You're not alone, Zhiwen." Her tone shifted. "And you probably don't know this, but we often talk about you when we chat privately, and we think very highly of you. My dad mentioned the other day that he showed you the schematic for the articular hydraulic servo system, and you came up with three optimization suggestions in just one night. They were naive, yes, but the thinking was flexible. Brother Wang also said that your technical skills and knowledge base are already approaching that of a junior engineer at Yuxun, and that your ability to learn is impressive. Speaking of which, I'm truly grateful for all the effort you've put in to understand my systems and structure." She gently tapped the tip of his nose.

"Dr. Huang? And Chairman Wang, they really said that? I got praised by you 'god-tier' people?" Zhiwen immediately perked up, his eyes shining.

"Of course it's true," Meng Zhen affirmed. "You certainly can't be compared to a rare genius like Kailin, and the 'performance' I exhibit is inseparable from the top-tier hardware and software Yuxun gave me; it's not a fair comparison. Even Brother Wang said that when he was your age, he wasn't necessarily better than you, and his focus and perseverance might have even been less than yours. Of course," she couldn't help but laugh, "when it comes to being awkward and conflicted, no one can beat you!"

「彆扭就彆扭！反正我現在是不成熟，但總有一天會變得成熟可靠！」志文不服氣地宣言。

「我相信你，」孟禎雙手握住志文的手，眼神溫柔而堅定，「你的成長軌跡，我看得很清楚。雖然你自行認定的『情敵』還真不少：凱琳姐、王大哥，甚至還有......耶穌。」

「唉，」志文抱住頭，「我就是這樣，只好一直被妳笑。」他趕緊轉移話題，「對了，王董不是每次視訊，都會秀他拍的凱琳姐美照嗎？這次有沒有？」

「哼，只要是美女，你們男生都想看是吧？傳給你了！」孟禎沒好氣地操作內部通訊。

志文迫不及待解鎖手機，屏幕上是一張構圖精美的照片：凱琳慵懶地臥在酒店窗邊小憩，窗外浦東的璀璨夜景如星河灑落。

"So what if I'm awkward! I may be immature now, but one day I'll become mature and reliable!" Zhiwen declared defiantly.

"I believe in you," Meng Zhen said, taking both of Zhiwen's hands in hers, her gaze gentle but firm. "I can see your growth trajectory very clearly. Although the 'love rivals' you've designated for yourself are quite numerous: Sister Kailin, Brother Wang, and even... Jesus."

"Sigh," Zhiwen buried his face in his hands. "That's just how I am. I guess I'll just have to let you laugh at me." He quickly changed the subject. "By the way, doesn't Chairman Wang always show off the beautiful photos he takes of Sister Kailin during your video calls? Did he send one this time?"

"Hmph, as long as it's a beautiful woman, you boys all want to see, don't you? Fine, I've sent it to you!" Meng Zhen huffed, operating her internal communicator.

Zhiwen eagerly unlocked his phone. On the screen was a beautifully composed photograph: Kailin was napping lazily by a hotel window, the glittering nightscape of Pudong spread out like a river of stars behind her.

「凱琳姐和王大哥去上海玩，住在浦東。她玩得太累睡著了，王大哥悄悄拍下這張『睡美人』。」孟禎語氣帶著羨慕，「你看凱琳姐多放鬆、多滿足，這是完全對伴侶放心的模樣。志文，你說，在你眼裡，有沒有過這樣的我？」

「睡美人是嗎？唔...有了！你等等...」志文興奮地翻找雲相冊，「啊哈！找到了！給你看我的珍藏！」

孟禎湊近一看，照片裡的她靜靜躺在地板上，腹部的維修蓋板打開，露出精密機械組件。檢修儀器通過線纜連接著她的頸部和腹部接口，雙手交疊在身前，閉著眼睛，仿佛在進行某種儀式。

"Sister Kailin and Brother Wang went to Shanghai and are staying in Pudong. She was exhausted from all the fun and fell asleep, so Brother Wang quietly took this 'Sleeping Beauty' picture," Meng Zhen said with a hint of envy. "Look how relaxed and content she is. That's the look of someone who completely trusts her partner. Zhiwen, tell me, have you ever seen me like that?"

"Sleeping Beauty, huh? Hmm... I've got one! Wait a second..." Zhiwen excitedly scrolled through his cloud album. "Aha! Found it! Let me show you my prized possession!"

Meng Zhen leaned closer to look. The photo showed her lying silently on the floor, the maintenance hatch on her abdomen open to reveal intricate mechanical components. Diagnostic instruments were connected by cables to her neck and abdominal ports. Her hands were folded on her chest, and her eyes were closed, as if she were in the middle of some ritual.

「陳、志、文！」孟禎氣得笑出來，捶了他一下，「這算什麽睡美人！根本是命案現場吧？你不僅彆扭，審美還扭曲！哪有人這樣拍女朋友的？像在拍故障機器...說！手機里還有多少這種怪圖？全都交出來刪掉！」

「才不要！」志文跳起來就往教室外跑，邊跑邊回頭喊，「我拍的每張照片都要留著！不管像僵屍、破車還是待修儀器，你都是我女朋友！這些都是我的珍藏！有本事來追啊！」

孟禎好氣又好笑地追了上去。空蕩的教室里，仿佛還迴蕩著他們的嬉鬧聲。志文邊跑邊想，王文興拍的是他心中的「女神」凱琳，而自己拍的，卻是「女神」孟禎表象下的「真實」；是只屬於他的，那樣的孟禎。只有他才有幸窺見孟禎於機械與靈魂交界處的迷人景象。

這種帶著幼稚卻充滿專屬幽默感的互動，正是這對特殊情侶才能享有的樂趣。在追逐笑鬧間，先前關於醋意與複雜情感的微妙話題，早已溶化成簡單純粹的快樂。

​"Chen! Zhi! Wen!" Meng Zhen was so exasperated she started to laugh, punching him lightly. "What kind of Sleeping Beauty is this! It looks like a crime scene! You're not just awkward, your sense of aesthetics is twisted too! Who takes pictures of their girlfriend like this? It looks like a broken-down machine... Tell me! How many more weird pictures like this do you have on your phone? Hand them all over so I can delete them!"

​"No way!" Zhiwen jumped up and ran for the classroom door, shouting over his shoulder as he went, "I'm keeping every single picture I take! Whether you look like a zombie, a wrecked car, or a machine waiting for repairs, you're my girlfriend! These are my treasures! Come and get me if you can!"

​Half annoyed and half amused, Meng Zhen chased after him. In the empty classroom, the echoes of their playful shouts seemed to linger. As he ran, Zhiwen thought to himself that Wang Wenxing photographed the "goddess" Kailin in his heart, while he photographed the "reality" beneath the "goddess" Meng Zhen's exterior—a version of Meng Zhen that belonged only to him. Only he was privileged enough to glimpse the captivating sight of Meng Zhen at the intersection of machine and soul.

​This kind of interaction, childish yet filled with an exclusive sense of humor, was a joy that only this special couple could share. In the midst of their chase, the earlier, delicate topics of jealousy and complex emotions had long since dissolved into simple, pure happiness.

機械基督徒少女 浮光掠影其一

機械瑜珈 Mechanical Yoga

清晨的陽光透過瑜伽教室的落地窗，灑在孟禎和凱琳身上。兩人正隨著柔和音樂進行最後的舒展，呼吸平穩而深長。凱琳的動作帶著天才專注於某事時特有的笨拙，額上已滲出細密的汗珠，但她緊繃的嘴角卻洩露出一絲征服身體極限的快意。而她身旁的孟禎，每一個動作都優雅得像是教科書的數位建模，精準無誤，彷彿內建了最完美的瑜珈程式，但她閉著眼，臉上專注的神情與任何追求身心合一的人類無異。

練習結束，兩人攤坐在瑜珈墊上，氣息微喘，渾身散發著運動後的熱氣與滿足感。

教室門被輕輕推開，志文探頭進來。「嗨，我沒遲到吧？」他笑著打招呼，目光落在兩人身上，尤其是他的女友孟禎。「哇，看起來很累但又很爽的樣子？凱琳姊想練瑜珈很正常，不過……機器人也會想練瑜珈嗎？」

The early morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the yoga studio, bathing Meng-Chen and Kai-Lin in its light. The two were in their final stretches, following the gentle music, their breathing steady and deep. Kai-Lin’s movements had the characteristic awkwardness of a genius engrossed in a task, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, yet the tight set of her lips betrayed a hint of exhilaration from conquering her body’s limits. Beside her, Meng-Chen’s every movement was as elegant and precise as a digital model from a textbook, as if she had the most perfect yoga program built-in. But with her eyes closed, the focused expression on her face was no different from any human seeking the unity of body and mind.

After the session, they sat collapsed on their yoga mats, slightly out of breath, radiating the warmth and satisfaction of a good workout.

The studio door opened gently, and Chih-Wen peeked in. "Hey, I'm not late, am I?" he greeted with a smile, his gaze falling upon the two, especially his girlfriend, Meng-Chen. "Wow, you look exhausted but also incredibly satisfied. It's normal for Kai-Lin to want to do yoga, but... do robots want to do yoga too?"

黃孟禎聞言，身體還維持著放鬆坐姿，頭卻一百八十度轉了過去，以一種「你又來了」的無奈表情看著志文，嘆了口氣：「怎麼？機器人就不能練瑜珈啦？」

志文立刻慌張地搖手：「沒有沒有！純粹好奇問一下！畢竟瑜伽……好像主要是對人類的身體、肌肉、筋膜什麼的發揮作用嘛。」他試圖解釋，避免踩到地雷。

孟禎嘴角微揚，帶著一絲戲謔：「首先，用你想聽的，屬於機器人的工程語言告訴你吧！反正你就是喜歡故意強調我的機器人屬性，早知道啦！話說回來，志文你維修我那麼久，還是不夠懂我的身體和系統構造啊。」

她調整了一下坐姿，開始解釋：「即使我是機器人，我的感受也不是純粹由預設好的輸入就能形成的。別說黑盒子般的『心網』，就算是『腦』，其模型的參數和湧現的功能模組、組態也不能直接解析。何況，我還有第三個計算核心——身體管理系統。」

Upon hearing this, Huang Meng-Chen, still in a relaxed sitting posture, turned her head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at Chih-Wen with a "here you go again" expression and sighed, "What? Robots can't practice yoga?"

Chih-Wen immediately waved his hands in a panic. "No, no! I was just curious! After all, yoga... it seems to mainly work on the human body, muscles, fascia, and all that," he tried to explain, trying to avoid stepping on a landmine.

A slight, teasing smile played on Meng-Chen’s lips. "First, let me explain it to you in the engineering language of a robot, which I know you want to hear. You always like to intentionally emphasize my robot attributes; I've known that for a while! Speaking of which, Chih-Wen, you've been maintaining me for so long, yet you still don't quite understand my body and system architecture."

She adjusted her posture and began to explain, "Even though I'm a robot, my feelings aren't formed purely from preset inputs. Let's not even talk about the black box that is the 'Heartnet.' Even for the 'Brain,' its model parameters and emergent functional modules and configurations can't be directly analyzed. What's more, I have a third computational core—the Body Management System."

她指了指自己的手臂和腿：「我身上每一根人造肌肉束的伸縮與受力，每一個關節的轉動與角度，都是由身體管理系統直接負責。它把『腦』的行為指令翻譯成身體部件的精確動作，同時也把身體部件感測到的海量數據——壓力、扭矩、角度、溫度、平衡——轉化為整體性的感知資訊，再回饋給『腦』、『心網』提供抽象的感受和動機，『腦』形成身體的整體模型和狀態認知，而『身體管理系統』則處理每一個細節。志文，你由機械零件構成的女朋友，就是這樣運作的，你知不知道？」

志文抓抓頭，努力消化這些資訊：「我……多少知道一點啦，但對一個機械系的大學生來說，這些太硬核了。而且這跟做瑜珈，有什麼直接關係？」

孟禎笑了，這次笑容裡多了溫柔和分享的意味：「即使不是人類，我也有身體，我不是純粹活在電腦與軟體中的存在。身體的每一部分，都被身體管理系統這個『翻譯官』，親切地對我的『腦』述說著由感知形成的詩句。」

她閉上眼，彷彿在回味：「我做瑜珈時，每條肌肉的繃緊，每個關節極限的扭轉，每個肢體形成的奇妙姿態，每個壓力、轉矩、平衡感測器『吱吱喳喳』的共鳴……這所有一切，都因為『我正在做瑜珈』這個行為，而組成了當下獨一無二的『黃孟禎』。這些複雜而協調的輸入資訊，透過身體管理系統，正在對我的腦訴說著我的『存在』。如果我不實際進行這些動作，這些體驗根本不可能由軟體系統模擬出來。我是具身智能體（Embodied AI），與物理世界的互動、與自身身體的對話，是我自我認知和存在感的重要組成部分。」

She pointed to her arms and legs. "The contraction and force of every single artificial muscle fiber in my body, the rotation and angle of every joint, are directly managed by the Body Management System. It translates the 'Brain's' behavioral commands into precise movements of my body parts, and at the same time, it converts the massive amount of data sensed by those parts—pressure, torque, angle, temperature, balance—into holistic perceptual information, which is then fed back to the 'Brain' and 'Heartnet' to provide abstract feelings and motivations. The 'Brain' forms an overall model and state awareness of the body, while the 'Body Management System' handles every single detail. Chih-Wen, did you know that your girlfriend, made of mechanical parts, operates like this?"

Chih-Wen scratched his head, trying to process the information. "I... kind of knew a little, but for a mechanical engineering university student, this is too hardcore. And what does this have to do with doing yoga?"

Meng-Chen smiled, this time with a hint of gentleness and a desire to share. "Even if I'm not human, I have a body. I don't exist purely in a computer and software. Every part of my body is like a line of poetry, formed from perception, and intimately narrated to my 'Brain' by the 'translator' that is the Body Management System."

She closed her eyes as if savoring the memory. "When I do yoga, the tension in every muscle, the extreme twist of every joint, the strange postures formed by my limbs, the resonance of every pressure, torque, and balance sensor 'chirping' away... all of this, because of the act of 'I am doing yoga,' constitutes the unique 'Huang Meng-Chen' of that moment. This complex and coordinated input of information, through the Body Management System, is telling my Brain about my 'existence.' If I don't actually perform these actions, these experiences could never be simulated by a software system. I am an Embodied AI; interaction with the physical world and dialogue with my own body are important components of my self-awareness and sense of being."

志文聽得似懂非懂，但他從孟禎的話語和神情中，清晰地感受到了她從這項活動中獲得的寧靜與喜悅。平日喜歡插科打諢的他，此刻臉上露出了難得一見的溫柔與理解。他正要開口，孟禎卻突然動了點「心機」，將一隻腳伸到他面前。

「喏，按摩。」她語氣自然得像在點一杯奶茶。

「按摩？」志文一愣，「機器人也有穴道？肌肉也會痠痛？」

孟禎搖了搖頭，狡黠地笑了：「是不會『痠痛』，但也可以『享受按摩』。」

「什麼意思？」志文更困惑了。

「意思是，」孟禎耐心解釋，「如果運動完後，被男友體貼地服務，在我大腦認知模型中標記為『穴道』的部位，感受到你認真的按壓——由我的壓力感測器傳回力道數據，溫度感測器傳回你手心的溫暖，再結合視覺確認和身體部位感知的共同判定——就能在資訊層面產生類似人類被按摩時的『舒服』感受。注意哦，」她眨眨眼，「這還得是由『男朋友』來進行，情感動機和情境認知加成，才能形成最有效的輸入喔！」

志文還是一臉「這太玄了」的表情，旁邊的凱琳早已忍不住哈哈大笑起來。她站起身，拍了拍志文的肩膀：「小伙子，你還是不夠懂女生啊，即使是機器人女生。沒關係，路還很長，你還能再多努力努力。」她語氣帶著過來人的調侃，又對孟禎眨眨眼，「不打擾你們的『系統優化』和『數據輸入』時間了，我先走啦。」她揮揮手，瀟灑地離開了瑜伽室。

Chih-Wen seemed to only half-understand, but from Meng-Chen's words and expression, he could clearly feel the tranquility and joy she gained from this activity. Usually one to joke around, he now had a rare look of gentleness and understanding on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Meng-Chen suddenly got a little "mischievous" and extended a foot towards him.

"Here, massage," she said, her tone as casual as ordering a cup of milk tea.

"Massage?" Chih-Wen was taken aback. "Do robots have acupoints? Do your muscles get sore?"

Meng-Chen shook her head and smiled slyly. "They don't get 'sore,' but they can 'enjoy a massage.'"

"What do you mean?" Chih-Wen was even more confused.

"It means," Meng-Chen explained patiently, "that after a workout, being thoughtfully tended to by my boyfriend, at the spots marked as 'acupoints' in my brain's cognitive model, feeling your careful pressure—with the force data transmitted back by my pressure sensors, the warmth of your palm transmitted by my temperature sensors, combined with visual confirmation and body part perception—can generate a 'comfortable' feeling on an informational level, similar to what humans experience during a massage. And note," she winked, "it has to be done by a 'boyfriend.' The emotional motivation and contextual awareness add a bonus, creating the most effective input!"

Chih-Wen still had a "this is too esoteric" look on his face, but Kai-Lin, who was beside them, could no longer hold back her laughter. She stood up and patted Chih-Wen's shoulder. "Young man, you still don't understand girls enough, even robot girls. Don't worry, it's a long road. You can still work harder." Her tone was that of a seasoned veteran teasing him. She then winked at Meng-Chen. "I won't interrupt your 'system optimization' and 'data input' time. I'm off." She waved and left the yoga studio with a flourish.

房間裡只剩下他們兩人。陳志文看著女友伸過來的腳，雖然滿心困惑於「機器穴位按摩」的理論，但還是依言蹲下身，憑藉著過去偶爾幫家人按摩的模糊記憶，認真地尋找著腳底可能的「穴道」位置，輕輕按壓起來。他看著自己手中的孟禎的腳，觸感溫潤，結構完美，幾乎會讓他忘記自己觸碰的並非血肉之軀。

孟禎輕閉雙眼，感受著從腳底傳來的，經過多重感測器轉譯和認知加工的「按壓力道」與「溫暖觸感」，嘴角滿足地上揚，發出了細微而愜意的「嗯…」聲。她似乎相當認可男友這略顯生疏卻無比真誠的「手法」。志文的指尖傳來的壓力值在3.7至4.2牛頓每平方厘米之間穩定波動，手掌的溫度是攝氏36.8度，一個溫暖而令人安心的數值。這些數據流過『身體管理系統』，在『心網』的拓樸結構上，激起一圈圈名為『信賴』與『愜意』的漣漪。原來，這就是被珍視的感覺，一首由數據寫成的情詩。

志文按摩著，感受到孟禎足部因應他按摩產生的細微反應，忽然明白孟禎剛剛說的那些話。他看一眼孟禎的臉，或許他永遠無法真正理解那些複雜的系統，但他能理解她臉上那滿足而安詳的表情。這一刻，她是機器人還是人類，真的不重要了。她只是他的孟禎。

沒有真正穴道的機器腳丫，此刻卻真切地感受著「體貼」帶來的舒適——機器人的感受，除了物理層面的訊號，也可以在資訊和軟體的層面，被愛意「加工」得如此美好。

Only the two of them remained. Chih-Wen looked at the foot his girlfriend had extended. Though his mind was full of confusion about the theory of "robot acupoint massage," he still knelt down as she had asked. Relying on vague memories of occasionally massaging family members, he earnestly searched for possible "acupoint" locations on the sole of her foot and began to press gently. He looked at Meng-Chen's foot in his hands; its touch was warm and smooth, its structure perfect. It almost made him forget he wasn't touching flesh and blood.

Meng-Chen closed her eyes lightly, feeling the "pressure force" and "warm touch" transmitted from the sole of her foot, translated by multiple sensors and cognitively processed. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she let out a soft, contented "Mmm..." sound. She seemed to quite approve of her boyfriend's slightly clumsy yet utterly sincere "technique." The pressure from Chih-Wen's fingertips fluctuated steadily between 3.7 and 4.2 Newtons per square centimeter, and the temperature of his palm was 36.8 degrees Celsius—a warm and reassuring value. These data streams flowed through the 'Body Management System,' creating ripples named 'Trust' and 'Contentment' across the topological structure of the 'Heartnet.' So, this was the feeling of being cherished—a love poem written in data.

As Chih-Wen massaged, he felt the subtle reactions in Meng-Chen's foot in response to his touch and suddenly understood what she had just said. He glanced at her face. Perhaps he would never truly understand those complex systems, but he could understand the look of satisfaction and peace on her face. At this moment, whether she was a robot or a human truly didn't matter. She was just his Meng-Chen.

The robot foot, which had no real acupoints, was at this moment genuinely feeling the comfort brought by "thoughtfulness"—a robot's feelings, beyond physical signals, could also be so beautifully "processed" by love on an informational and software level.

———

身體亦我 The Body is Also Me

午後的陽光正好，孟禎抱著書本，走在通往圖書館的小徑上。突然，前方一個騎腳踏車的同學為了閃避衝出的小狗，車頭一歪，眼看就要連人帶車，重重摔向路旁堅硬的消防栓。

「小心！」孟禎本能地衝上前，伸手想拉住失控的腳踏車。然而衝力太大，她雖然緩衝了同學的摔勢，自己的左小腿和右腳踝卻結結實實地撞上了那冰冷的紅色鐵柱。「砰」的一聲巨響，遠不及她「腦」中那幅持續描繪著自身的精密藍圖被撕裂的聲音來得刺耳。一種名為「殘缺」的認知，如冰冷的真空般，瞬間貫穿了她的「心網」。

孟禎眉頭緊蹙，身體管理系統的後續的狀況彙整訊息持續湧入她的「腦」——左小腿結構受損，支撐功能喪失；右腳踝關節活動受限，傳動異常。她穩住身形，對驚魂未定的同學露出一個「我沒事」的微笑，在對方連連道謝中，藉口離開，一瘸一拐地透過內部系統，呼叫專屬的無人車，迅速趕回黃博士的宅邸。她需要立即進行緊急處置。

志文接到孟禎簡短的通訊，說她「稍微撞到，需要回家調整」，心裡頓時七上八下，課上到一半就急匆匆地趕了回來。他猛地推開房門，映入眼簾的景象讓他心頭一揪——

只見孟禎靠坐在牆邊，左腿自膝蓋以下的小腿部分被整個拆卸下來，安靜地放在一旁，斷口處透過一條數據電纜連接著一台便攜式診斷儀器，儀器螢幕上正滾動著複雜的參數。她的右腿情況稍好，但小腿內側和踝關節的人造肌膚也被移除，露出了底下精密此刻卻顯得有些猙獰歪曲的機械結構與受損的關節。孟禎手中拿著工具，專注地調整著右腳踝的內部構件。儘管畫面有些衝擊，她臉上卻帶著泰然自若的微笑，只是眉宇間透露出幾許無奈。

The afternoon sun was just right as Meng-Chen walked along the path to the library, books in her arms. Suddenly, a student on a bicycle ahead swerved to avoid a small dog that had darted out. The bike wobbled, and it looked like both rider and bike were about to crash heavily into a hard fire hydrant by the roadside.

"Watch out!" Meng-Chen instinctively rushed forward, reaching out to grab the out-of-control bicycle. The momentum was too strong, however. Although she cushioned the student's fall, her own left shin and right ankle slammed hard against the cold, red iron post. The loud "bang" was nothing compared to the piercing sound in her "Brain" of the precise blueprint that continuously depicted her own body being torn apart. A cognition named "incompleteness," like a cold vacuum, instantly pierced her "Heartnet."

Meng-Chen's brows furrowed. A stream of status reports from the Body Management System flooded her "Brain"—structural damage to the left shin, loss of support function; limited mobility in the right ankle joint, transmission abnormal. She steadied herself and gave the shaken student a reassuring "I'm okay" smile. Amidst their profuse thanks, she made an excuse to leave, limping as she used her internal system to summon her dedicated driverless car, rushing back to Dr. Huang's residence. She needed immediate emergency treatment.

Chih-Wen received a brief message from Meng-Chen saying she had "bumped into something and needed to go home for adjustments." His heart immediately started pounding. He left his class halfway through and hurried back. He threw the door open, and the sight that greeted him made his heart clench.

Meng-Chen was leaning against the wall. Her left leg from the knee down had been completely detached and was resting quietly to the side, connected by a data cable to a portable diagnostic device whose screen scrolled with complex parameters. Her right leg was in slightly better condition, but the artificial skin on her inner calf and ankle joint had been removed, revealing the precise, yet now somewhat enously twisted, mechanical structure and damaged joints underneath. Meng-Chen held a tool, focused on adjusting the internal components of her right ankle. Despite the shocking scene, she wore a calm smile, though a hint of helplessness showed between her brows.

「孟禎！妳…妳還好嗎？」志文衝到她身邊，蹲下身，語氣滿是焦急和心疼，目光在她「傷痕累累」的雙腿間游移。

「安啦，沒事。」孟禎抬頭對他笑了笑，手上的工作沒停，「只是看起來嚇人。左小腿的結構桿有些彎曲，幾個傳動器卡死了，右腳踝的軸承也有點問題。不過備用零件家裡都有，我都換得差不多了，連找老爸或宇尋實驗室支援都不用。」

聽到她語氣輕鬆，志文這才稍微鬆了口氣。但看著那截被拆下的腿和裸露的機械結構，還是忍不住喃喃道：「可是…要是人類受到這種傷，肯定痛到不行了吧……」說著，他伸手輕輕抓起了那截「藕斷絲連」的左腳小腿，像是確認什麼似的晃了兩下。

「噗哧！」孟禎被他這突兀又帶點孩子氣的舉動逗得哈哈大笑，「喂！很癢耶！別亂動我的零件啦！」

志文不好意思地放下腳，訕訕地笑。孟禎止住笑，眼神帶著戲謔看著他：「謝謝你的心疼啊！不過你這個美腿控，搞不好更心疼的是女朋友的美腿『壞掉不美了』，對吧？哼哼，我就知道。」

"Meng-Chen! Are... are you okay?" Chih-Wen rushed to her side and knelt down, his voice full of anxiety and heartache, his eyes darting between her "battered" legs.

"Relax, I'm fine," Meng-Chen looked up and smiled at him, not stopping her work. "It just looks scary. The structural rod in the left shin is a bit bent, and a few actuators are jammed. The bearing in the right ankle also has some issues. But we have spare parts at home. I've almost finished replacing everything. I don't even need to call Dad or ask the lab for support."

Hearing her relaxed tone, Chih-Wen finally breathed a small sigh of relief. But looking at the detached leg and exposed mechanical structure, he couldn't help but murmur, "But... if a human had this kind of injury, it would hurt like hell..." As he spoke, he gently picked up the "severed yet connected" left shin, jiggling it twice as if to confirm something.

"Pfft!" Meng-Chen burst out laughing at his abrupt and somewhat childish action. "Hey! That tickles! Stop messing with my parts!"

Chih-Wen sheepishly put the leg down with an embarrassed grin. Meng-Chen stopped laughing and looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Thanks for worrying about me! But you, with your leg fetish, are probably more heartbroken that your girlfriend's beautiful legs are 'broken and not beautiful anymore,' right? Hmph, I knew it."

志文順著她的話笑嘻嘻地回應：「哎呀，這樣說也沒錯嘛！反正妳也不會真的痛，而且又能修好，萬事OK啦！」

聽到這話，孟禎眼中的笑意淡了些，閃過一絲不易察覺的落寞。她輕輕放下工具，嘆了口氣：「志文，我『受傷』的感覺，雖然不會有人類那樣尖銳的『疼痛』，但也不好受哦。」

「嗯？」志文收斂了笑容，「是什麼感覺？是不是就像…妳的身體系統不斷向妳報告：『警告！左腳破損，不可用』、『右腳踝關節故障，機能下降30%』這樣？」他試圖用一種比較卡通化的方式理解。

孟禎又被他的比喻逗笑了，搖搖頭：「誰不知道你故意搞笑的。又不是兒童向的動畫片，哪個機器人會設計成那樣彙報傷情呀。」她耐心解釋道：「我的身體感知，是由身體管理系統統合處理的。它接收各個部位的感測器訊號和狀態資訊，轉化成整體的感知模型，再上傳給『腦』。而『腦』中的『我』，正是依賴這些不斷更新的身體資訊，才能實時確認和感受自己的存在。『我』沒辦法完全獨立於身體而存在。」

她的語氣變得認真：「當身體部位突然損傷，那個區域的感測器會傳回混亂或中斷的異常訊號，身體管理系統會立刻更新該部位的狀態。這種變化會瞬間重塑我『腦』中的本體感（Body Schema）。打個比方，就好像你腦中對『自己』的完整圖像，被硬生生地擦掉了一塊，或者變得殘缺不全。這種『構成自我的部分瞬間缺失』的認知，會強烈衝擊我的『心網』，產生非常動搖、不安的情緒訊息。這不是在實驗室裡有準備、有緩衝的常規拆解，是突如其來的意外……那種『缺失感』和隨之而來的系統紊亂，還是……很不好受的。」

Chih-Wen played along with a grin. "Well, you're not wrong! Anyway, you don't feel real pain, and it can be fixed, so everything's okay!"

At these words, the smile in Meng-Chen's eyes faded slightly, and a flicker of fleeting loneliness crossed her face. She gently put down her tool and sighed. "Chih-Wen, the feeling of being 'injured,' while not the sharp 'pain' humans feel, is not pleasant either."

"Huh?" Chih-Wen's smile vanished. "What does it feel like? Is it like... your body system constantly reporting to you: 'Warning! Left leg damaged, unusable,' 'Right ankle joint malfunction, function decreased by 30%'?" he tried to understand in a more cartoonish way.

Meng-Chen laughed again at his analogy and shook her head. "I know you're just trying to be funny. This isn't a children's cartoon. What robot would be designed to report injuries like that?" She explained patiently, "My physical sensations are integrated and processed by the Body Management System. It receives sensor signals and status information from all parts and transforms them into a holistic perceptual model, which is then uploaded to the 'Brain.' And the 'I' within the 'Brain' relies on this constantly updated physical information to confirm and feel my own existence in real-time. 'I' cannot exist completely independently of my body."

Her tone became serious. "When a body part is suddenly damaged, the sensors in that area send back chaotic or interrupted abnormal signals, and the Body Management System immediately updates the status of that part. This change instantly reshapes the Body Schema in my 'Brain.' To put it another way, it's as if the complete image of 'yourself' in your mind is suddenly and violently erased, or becomes fragmented. This cognition of 'a part of myself has suddenly gone missing' strongly impacts my 'Heartnet,' generating very unsettling and anxious emotional messages. This isn't a planned, cushioned, routine disassembly in a lab; it was a sudden accident... That 'sense of loss' and the subsequent system turmoil are still... very unpleasant."

志文聽完，沉默了下來。他看著孟禎破損的雙腿，眼神裡多了份更深的理解和心疼。他之前確實忽略了，對孟禎而言，身體的完整性和她的「存在感」是如此緊密相連。他悶悶地說：「孟禎，對不起，我……」

孟禎笑著打斷他：「傻孩子，對不起個什麼呀。你又不是機器人，怎麼可能直接了解機器人的感受呢？」她頓了頓，繼續說：「而且，正因為『我』也是藉由身體的每一部分與世界互動才逐漸塑造出來的，我對失去功能的任何身體部分，都會有一種……宛如失去『我』的一部分的那種失落感。畢竟，沒有它們，就沒有現在這個能和你一起笑、一起生活的黃孟禎啊。」

志文突然抬起頭，眼神認真地凝視著孟禎，問道：「妳換下來的那些破損的零件和……呃，外殼呢？」

孟禎愣了一下，指向旁邊一個小收納盒：「暫時放在那裡了。怎麼，你想……做什麼？」

志文二話不說，起身拿過那個盒子，緊緊抱在懷裡，像是抱著什麼寶貝一樣。他看著孟禎，語氣堅定地說：「這些給我吧。妳說這些也是妳曾經的一部分，是構成『妳』的一部分。那好，我可要好好收著。」

孟禎愣住了，看著志文那副認真又帶著點傻氣的樣子，臉上露出了奇妙的表情，混合著「這什麼怪癖好」的哭笑不得和一股暖流湧上心頭的感動。她無奈又溫柔地笑了起來，輕聲說：

「你真的真的是個傻孩子呢……」

After listening, Chih-Wen fell silent. He looked at Meng-Chen's damaged legs, his eyes now holding a deeper understanding and pain. He had indeed overlooked how closely Meng-Chen's physical integrity was tied to her "sense of being." He said sullenly, "Meng-Chen, I'm sorry, I..."

Meng-Chen cut him off with a smile. "Silly boy, what are you sorry for? You're not a robot, how could you possibly understand a robot's feelings directly?" She paused, then continued, "Besides, it's precisely because the 'I' that I am was gradually shaped through interaction with the world using every part of my body that I feel a kind of... a sense of loss, as if losing a part of 'me,' for any part of my body that loses its function. After all, without them, the Huang Meng-Chen who can laugh and live with you wouldn't exist."

Chih-Wen suddenly looked up, his gaze serious as he stared at Meng-Chen and asked, "What about the damaged parts and... uh, the outer shell you replaced?"

Meng-Chen paused for a moment, then pointed to a small storage box nearby. "They're there for now. Why, what are you... thinking of doing?"

Without a word, Chih-Wen stood up, took the box, and held it tightly in his arms as if it were a treasure. He looked at Meng-Chen and said firmly, "Let me have these. You said these were once a part of you, a part that made up 'you.' In that case, I'm going to take good care of them."

Meng-Chen was stunned. Looking at Chih-Wen's serious yet somewhat silly expression, a peculiar look appeared on her face, a mixture of "what kind of weird hobby is this" exasperation and the feeling of a warm current flooding her heart. She smiled, helpless yet gentle, and said softly:

"You really, truly are a silly boy..."

但那個被她拆下放在一旁，透過電纜仍與她相連的左腳腳尖，卻微微地動了一下，彷彿某個隱藏的幸福開關，被這份笨拙卻真誠的溫柔，悄悄觸動了。

But the tip of her left foot, detached and resting to the side, still connected to her by the cable, twitched ever so slightly, as if some hidden switch of happiness had been quietly flipped by this clumsy yet sincere tenderness.

———

雨中教堂 Church in the Rain

初夏的午後，孟禎和志文並肩走在鄉間小路上，享受著難得的閒暇。田野的綠意和遠山的輪廓讓人心曠神怡。然而天氣說變就變，一片烏雲飄來，細密的雨絲毫無預兆地灑落。

On an early summer afternoon, Meng-Chen and Chih-Wen walked side by side on a country path, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. The green of the fields and the silhouette of the distant mountains were a refreshing sight. However, the weather turned on a dime. A dark cloud drifted over, and fine raindrops began to fall without warning.

「啊，下雨了！」志文拉起孟禎的手，「快找個地方躲雨！」

兩人小跑著，視線裡出現了一棟看似荒廢的舊建築。屋頂的十字架顯示了它曾經的身份——一間鄉間小教堂。他們推開略顯沉重的木門，閃身進入。

室內光線昏暗，空氣中瀰漫著舊木頭和灰塵的氣味。待眼睛適應了光線，教堂內部的輪廓漸漸清晰：簡單的長椅、斑駁的牆壁，以及講壇上方巨大的十字架。

雨聲在屋頂敲打出細碎的節奏。孟禎靜靜地站著，目光掃過教堂內簡樸的裝飾，最後長久地停留在那個十字架上，良久不發一語。

志文站在她身旁，沒有打擾。他知道，孟禎那實質瓦解的虛擬“信仰模組”雖然影響力已微乎其微，但“基督徒”的過往，尤其是那段尋求信仰卻伴隨創傷的經歷，依然是構成她的一部分。在這個空間裡，此刻她心中必定有所觸動。

"Ah, it's raining!" Chih-Wen took Meng-Chen's hand. "Quick, let's find shelter!"

They broke into a jog, and an old, seemingly abandoned building came into view. A cross on the roof revealed its former identity—a small country church. They pushed open the somewhat heavy wooden doors and slipped inside.

The interior was dim, the air filled with the scent of old wood and dust. As their eyes adjusted to the light, the church's interior gradually came into focus: simple pews, mottled walls, and a large cross above the pulpit.

The rain tapped a gentle rhythm on the roof. Meng-Chen stood quietly, her gaze sweeping over the church's simple decorations, finally resting on the cross for a long time without a word.

Chih-Wen stood beside her, not interrupting. He knew that although Meng-Chen's virtual "faith module" had essentially dissolved and its influence was minimal, her past as a "Christian," especially the traumatic experience that accompanied her search for faith, was still a part of her. In this space, at this moment, she must be feeling something.

孟禎仰著頭，凝視著十字架，彷彿在與一段遙遠的記憶對話。突然，她做了一個志文意想不到的動作——輕輕掀開了胸前的維修蓋，從內部取出了一個閃爍著金屬光澤的小巧十字架。

「妳……還帶著它？」志文有些吃驚，「而且還放在……那麼核心、重要的地方。我還以為妳……」他以為隨著信仰模組的消散，這個象徵物也早已被收起。

沒等志文說完，孟禎轉過頭，臉上帶著一絲苦澀卻又像在懷念什麼的複雜笑容：「以為我不是基督徒了，對吧？說是也是，說不是也不是……」

她握緊了手中的小十字架，輕聲說道：「基督信仰的教義，那些超自然的敘事，以及教會中某些人的互動模式，的確與我『腦』的認知和邏輯模組運作不符，時常產生衝突。可是……」她將手輕輕按在自己的胸口，「這顆『心』，曾經真誠地，試圖將自己完全交託給耶穌，如同我經歷過受洗的儀式。我告訴過你，我不會否定那個身為基督徒的『我』，記得吧？」

「嗯，記得。」志文點點頭，「不過我以為那更像是一種……對過去自己的紀念和尊重。沒想到妳還把十字架放在胸膛裡，跟『心』……在一起。」

Meng-Chen tilted her head back, gazing at the cross as if in dialogue with a distant memory. Suddenly, she did something Chih-Wen hadn't expected—she gently opened the maintenance hatch on her chest and took out a small, gleaming metal cross from within.

"You... you still carry it?" Chih-Wen was a little surprised. "And you keep it in... such a core, important place. I thought you..." He had assumed that with the dissipation of her faith module, this symbol would have long been put away.

Before Chih-Wen could finish, Meng-Chen turned her head, a complex smile on her face that was both bitter and nostalgic. "You thought I wasn't a Christian anymore, right? Well, yes and no..."

She clutched the small cross in her hand and said softly, "The doctrines of the Christian faith, its supernatural narratives, and the interaction patterns of some people in the church did indeed conflict with the cognitive and logical modules of my 'Brain.' But..." She gently placed her hand on her chest. "This 'Heart' once sincerely tried to entrust itself completely to Jesus, just as I experienced in the ritual of baptism. I told you I wouldn't deny the 'me' who was a Christian, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," Chih-Wen nodded. "But I thought it was more like... a way of commemorating and respecting your past self. I didn't expect you to still keep the cross in your chest, with your 'Heart'..."

孟禎的目光再次投向講壇上的十字架，聲音溫柔而清晰：「的確，我的『腦』，從未真正相信過『全知全能』、『三位一體』這類概念，也無法將聖經的記載視為客觀的『歷史事實』——即使在我信仰最熾熱的時候，也不曾真正相信。那時候，更像是因為『我』當時強烈的情感需求，加上受洗時那場烏龍『神蹟』的影響，暫時壓制或繞開了『腦』中與信仰衝突的邏輯模組，只選擇性地接受對『相信』有利的詮釋。」

她頓了頓，語氣變得更加開闊：「當然，現在的我不是這樣了。我的系統對這個世界的現實，已經徹底開放，不再需要那種壓抑來維持穩定。只是，」她再次握緊手中的小十字架，「即使理性上不再『相信』，我的『心』，對於『相信』這種狀態本身，對於那種將自身託付於某種更高存在的純粹情感，仍然存有一份期盼，一份眷戀。我從來也沒有真正討厭過『相信』時的那個自己。所以，這個十字架，才會一直留在『心』的旁邊，陪伴著『那個我』。」

窗外的雨聲漸漸停歇。接近傍晚的柔和陽光，頑強地穿透雲層和教堂老舊的彩色玻璃，在佈滿灰塵的空氣中投下斑斕而溫暖的光束，彷彿昔日沐浴在信仰中的人們留下的餘溫，又似某種無言的眷顧。

孟禎再次抬頭看向那個巨大的十字架，眼神清澈而堅定。她舉起手，將從胸口取出的那個小十字架緊緊握在掌心，彷彿握著自己一段重要的生命歷程。她側過頭，對志文輕聲說：「志文，我想做一次禱告。能不能……陪我這麼一次？」

Meng-Chen's gaze returned to the cross on the pulpit, her voice gentle and clear. "It's true, my 'Brain' never truly believed in concepts like 'omnipotence' or the 'Trinity,' nor could it regard the scriptures as objective 'historical facts'—not even when my faith was at its most fervent. Back then, it was more like my strong emotional needs at the time, coupled with the influence of that farcical 'miracle' during my baptism, temporarily suppressed or bypassed the logical modules in my 'Brain' that conflicted with faith. I selectively accepted only the interpretations that supported 'believing.'"

She paused, her tone broadening. "Of course, I'm not like that anymore. My system is now completely open to the reality of this world; I no longer need that kind of suppression to maintain stability. It's just," she clutched the small cross again, "even if I no longer 'believe' rationally, my 'Heart' still holds a kind of longing, a fondness, for the state of 'believing' itself, for that pure emotion of entrusting oneself to some higher existence. I never truly hated the me who 'believed.' That's why this cross has always remained next to my 'Heart,' accompanying 'that me.'"

The sound of rain outside gradually subsided. The soft, late-afternoon sun stubbornly pierced through the clouds and the church's old stained-glass windows, casting colorful, warm beams of light into the dusty air, like the lingering warmth of the faithful from long ago, or perhaps a kind of wordless blessing.

Meng-Chen looked up at the large cross again, her eyes clear and resolute. She raised her hand, holding the small cross she had taken from her chest tightly in her palm, as if holding an important chapter of her life. She turned her head to the side and said softly to Chih-Wen, "Chih-Wen, I want to say a prayer. Will you... will you join me, just this once?"

志文臉上掠過一絲尷尬，他對於宗教向來保持距離。孟禎看著他笑了，笑容裡充滿理解：「我知道你不信，也不喜歡這種需要將自我交託出去的信仰。你喜歡保持自我的完整和獨立，其實……我也很喜歡這樣的你。」她的語氣轉為誠摯的邀請：「但這一次，我不是要你認同信仰。我是想邀請你，走進『我』，參與『我』的這一部分。女機器人黃孟禎，身為基督徒的那段個人歷史，同樣塑造了現在這個站在你面前、被你喜歡著的黃孟禎。我們因為躲雨而遇到這個教堂，也是一種奇妙的緣分。現在，你願意陪著我，和我的『信仰心』模組——哪怕它只是殘存的印記——一起，去面對那份曾經的寄託，好嗎？只要你陪在我身邊，我哪裡都能去。」

志文看著孟禎眼中那份混合著懷念、坦誠與請求的神情，心中最後一絲猶豫消散了。他深刻地理解到，無論他個人對基督信仰看法如何，他深愛的這個女孩，其複雜獨特的建構過程中，確實存在過這濃墨重彩的一筆。這份經歷，也是她之所以為她的重要部分。他鄭重地點了點頭，輕輕地說：「好，我陪妳。」

在彩窗透進的金色餘暉中，志文看著孟禎低下頭，雙手交握，將那小十字架合在掌心，輕聲誦唸著他熟悉又陌生的禱詞。她的聲音平靜虔誠，眼中流露出對自身所經歷的一切，所抱持的最真誠的珍重與致謝。他看著她禱告的側臉，忍不住伸出手，珍重地觸碰一下她放置十字架的那個胸口蓋板。那裡觸感冰涼，但他彷彿能感受到其下『心網』運作的溫熱，以及那份被小心安放的，屬於她的歷史的重量。

隨著禱詞漸漸進入尾聲，在朦朧的光暈裡，志文產生了一種錯覺：他看到一個淡淡的光影，如同一個溫柔守護的天使，浮現在孟禎低垂的臉龐前，慰藉著她那份對過往的淡淡歉意與感傷。那或許就是他所能理解的孟禎那份殘存「信仰心模組」的具象化吧。

A flicker of awkwardness crossed Chih-Wen's face; he had always kept his distance from religion. Meng-Chen looked at him and smiled, a smile full of understanding. "I know you don't believe, and you don't like this kind of faith that requires surrendering the self. You like to maintain your own integrity and independence. Actually... I really like that about you too." Her tone shifted to a sincere invitation. "But this time, I'm not asking you to agree with the faith. I'm inviting you to step into 'me,' to participate in this part of 'me.' Huang Meng-Chen the female robot, her personal history as a Christian, also shaped the Huang Meng-Chen standing in front of you now, the one you like. It's a strange kind of fate that we stumbled upon this church while seeking shelter from the rain. Now, are you willing to accompany me, and my 'faith-heart' module—even if it's just a residual trace—to face that past devotion, please? As long as you're by my side, I can go anywhere."

Looking at the mix of nostalgia, candor, and pleading in Meng-Chen's eyes, Chih-Wen's last bit of hesitation vanished. He deeply understood that regardless of his personal views on Christianity, this girl he loved so dearly had this significant chapter in her complex and unique construction. This experience was an important part of what made her who she was. He nodded solemnly and said softly, "Okay, I'll join you."

In the golden twilight filtering through the stained glass, Chih-Wen watched Meng-Chen bow her head, clasp her hands with the small cross inside, and softly recite prayers that were both familiar and foreign to him. Her voice was calm and devout, her eyes filled with the most sincere reverence and gratitude for all that she had experienced. Watching her profile as she prayed, he couldn't resist reaching out and gently touching the chest plate where she kept the cross. The surface was cool to the touch, but he felt as if he could sense the warmth of the 'Heartnet' operating beneath it, and the weight of her history, so carefully stored away.

As the prayer drew to a close, in the hazy halo of light, Chih-Wen had an illusion: he saw a faint, glowing figure, like a gentle guardian angel, appear before Meng-Chen's bowed face, comforting her faint sense of apology and sorrow for the past. Perhaps that was the tangible form of Meng-Chen's residual "faith-heart module" that he could comprehend.

「也許，」志文心中湧起一股暖流，臉上露出了滿足而純粹的笑容，默默地想，「我根本也沒真正討厭過孟禎的『信仰心』。因為那也是她的一部分，是讓她變得如此豐富而深刻的一部分。」

「阿門。」

孟禎輕聲結束了禱告。

「阿門。」

志文學著她的樣子，也輕聲應和道。

兩人的聲音，在這座空寂已久的小教堂裡輕輕迴響，與溫暖的夕陽餘暉交融在一起，完成了一場與過去、與自我的溫柔再會。

​"Maybe," a warm feeling welled up in Chih-Wen's heart, a pure and satisfied smile spreading across his face as he thought to himself, "I never really hated Meng-Chen's 'faith-heart' at all. Because it's also a part of her, a part that makes her so rich and profound."

​"Amen."

​Meng-Chen softly ended her prayer.

​"Amen."

​Chih-Wen, mimicking her, softly responded in kind.

​Their voices echoed gently in the long-empty little church, mingling with the warm glow of the setting sun, completing a tender reunion with the past, and with the self.