Stray

Ruoya looked anxious and helpless. Her hand gripped the sword's arm tightly, as if trying to stop him in this way. Her eyes were full of worry, and her voice trembled slightly: "Sword, you can't do this. You know that the teleportation success rate is not even 5%, so you will die!".

The atmosphere in the laboratory instantly became heavy. Sword took a deep breath, and his gaze turned to the starry sky outside the window, where the answer seemed to be the one he was seeking. He spoke slowly, every word full of determination: "Ruoya, this is my mission. I know it could be a point of no return, but if I don't try, we'll just survive. "

The corners of Ruoya's eyes began to moisten, and she knew that the sword's decision was unshakable. She choked up and said, "No, please don't do that." We have a lot of other robots and clone warriors that can go on this mission, so why do you have to let you go? Please, we still have time, we can find a cyborg to do it for you. "

Her heart felt like it had been cut by a knife, was it really the right decision in the first place? Why did it turn out like this? Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only the conversation between Sword and Ruoya echoing in the laboratory.

Dr. Ellie Ruoya stood in front of the test table, her face pale and her eyes glinting with mixed emotions. She looked at the sword in front of her, the living form she had created with her own hands.

"Sword, you are my most proud work, but I made a mistake by giving you the feelings I once had. Dr. Ellie Ruoya's voice trembled a little, "You should be a ruthless weapon, not bound by love and bondage. "

Sword's eyes were firm and cold, and he looked directly at the doctor, "I understand my mission. As a weapon, I was supposed to have no feelings. But you have given me love and bonding, and made me a being beyond weapons. However, I am also well aware that once an emotion sprouts in my heart, it can bring endless pain. "

His tone was cold and firm, and every word was like ice squeezed out of his heart. His eyes revealed a deep helplessness and sadness. He knew that he was no longer a simple human or a cyborg human, but a contradiction entangled in emotions and missions.

Dr. Ellie Ruoya stared at the sword in silence, her heart full of struggle. She knew that the sword's decision was irreversible. She closed her eyes softly, as if silently praying for something.

The

air in the laboratory seemed to freeze, and only the words of the sword echoed: "The resurgence of emotions only makes me more miserable." I have to close it or I'll relent. This is the best result for me. "

Hearing Jian call her full name, Ruoya's heart sank. She understood that he had really made up his mind.

Her body seemed to have been drained of strength, and she sat limply on the cold floor next to the test table. In the laboratory, she was the only one left and the heavy silence.

Sword followed in the doctor's footsteps and walked out of the laboratory. His back was resolute and lonely, and no one knew the pain in his heart. His heart was torn apart, but he knew he had to do it.

He was born for this mission, a killer, a living being that exists only for the mission. Maybe many years ago, he shouldn't have existed, he was just a tool, a weapon.

Ruoya leaned against the bench, her eyes moist. She knew who the sword was, that he was a slayer, a warrior who existed to accomplish the mission.

But in Ruoya's heart, he is first and foremost her man, the one who once gave her warmth and love. He was not just a warrior, but a man of flesh and blood.

Her tears slid down her eyes and wet her collar. She couldn't imagine what she was about to face. But she knows that no matter what the outcome, she will always be by his side, whether he is a sword or the man who loves her deeply.

Ruoya's memories are like a movie that keeps rewinding, and the details of each scene echo in her heart.

It was a warm afternoon, and the sun was dappled on the ground through the leaves. She was walking down the campus path when she was suddenly attracted by the sound of metal crashing. She followed the sound and walked into a remote corner, where she found a scarred teenager with his hands tied.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if he had experienced countless storms. There was a distressing loneliness on his body, but in this loneliness, Ruoya seemed to see the fire in his heart.

Ruoya, who was also young, approached him and asked softly, "Do you need help?" The young man raised his head and looked at Ruoya, his eyes with a hint of imperceptible softness and expectation. Ruoya sensed his helplessness and decided to lend a hand. She carefully untied him, as if he were a fragile piece of porcelain.

The boy stood up, tall and straight, like a straight poplar tree. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and hit his face, reflecting a unique glow. From that day on, they became friends and each other's hearts grew closer.

The boy tells Ruoya that his name is Jian and that he is a warrior on a special mission. His life was full of dangers and unknowns, but he never flinched. Every time he returned from a mission, he would be scarred and exhausted. Ruoya always took care of him silently, healing him with her tenderness and care.

In the moonlight, Ruoya gently wiped the wound for the sword, her movements gentle and delicate. The sword's eyes were closed, and each touch made him feel a peace he had never felt before. Their hearts drew closer and closer in their care for each other until they could not be separated.

However, fate played a cruel joke on them. During one of the missions, the sword was seriously injured and his life was in danger. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was stained with blood and dirt. Ruoya's heart was like a knife, and tears slid down and wet his cheeks.

She will do whatever it takes to save his life. She brought in the best medical team and used all the resources and technology. During the long treatment process, Ruoya has been by Jian's side, always keeping an eye on his condition. Her eyes were filled with determination and hope, as if to say, "I won't let you leave me." "

Ruoya is not a doctor, but she is a brilliant scientist. In the end, with Ruoya's persistence and efforts, and with the help of the scientific research institute, the sword was miraculously resurrected. However, the resurrected sword loses its memory. His eyes became cold and unforgiving, as if he had lost his soul. Ruoya's heart aches, but she still stays by his side, hoping to one day awaken the warmth and love in his heart.

No matter how difficult and painful it was, Ruoya never gave up on the sword. With her companionship and care, Sword finally regains what he lost.

Although the sword has regained its memory, the crisis of the world still hangs over everyone's heart. It was an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the shadows of darkness were gradually engulfing every corner.

Both Ruoya and Jian are well aware that there are still too many unresolved disputes and crises in this world. And they, as fighters, must shoulder the responsibility of protecting their homeland.