The morning light had just climbed over the convenience store sign, the sizzle of the sausage machine mixed with the steam from the soy milk shop. I was just heating up Nuan Nuan's milk bottle when I saw Brother Zhang's electric bike rushing into the back alley with smoke from the sudden brakes. The Anti-System Alliance badge on his helmet tilted to one side, revealing the newly welded "03" number underneath - exactly the same as the one on Wang Mengmeng's husband's work badge.
"Xinyuan Technology has turned the entire morning market into a data trap!" Brother Zhang pulled off his gloves, revealing a faint golden light on his wrist, "The electronic scales of the vegetable vendors and the QR codes of the breakfast carts are all scanning the mark of Nuan Nuan's wrist!" He pointed to the interlayer of the incubator. The gears that SUSAN stuffed in yesterday were getting hot, and the spiral pattern of the sausage on the edge was squirming as if it were alive.
Kai Lan was opening the oden seasoning packet in the back kitchen, and her hand shook violently when she heard this. The "1903 Laboratory Designated Ingredients" logo on the seasoning bag glowed in the morning light, completely overlapping with the hot stamping on the inside of Brother Zhang's work badge. "Xiao Ming, remember what Dad always said about hot soup activating the code?" She held up a bag of chili oil, and the oil splashed in the warm golden light, revealing a miniature metal stick pattern.
The glass of the convenience store suddenly trembled, and electronic sounds screamed one after another from the direction of the morning market. I picked up the incubator and tied it to the electric bike, and found that the mark on Nuan Nuan's wrist was facing the "Eros Eye" bracket that Brother Zhang had just welded - the "0927" formed by the welding points was particularly dazzling in the sun. That was Kailan's birthday, and it was also the day when the first generation system detected the heart rate value for the first time.
"Let's go to Chaoyang Street!" I started the electric bike and used the "morning rush hour breakout technique" I practiced when running orders to move between the vegetable baskets. Nuan Nuan suddenly smiled at the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, and the screen of the electronic scale at the stall popped up "1378g" - my work number, and also the number of days we met again. Kai Lan touched the broken silver bracelet chain and found that the pendant was absorbing the smile handed over by the stall owner. Those glowing "thank you" floated towards the incubator like small sparks.
When the cleaners of Xinyuan Technology emerged from behind the breakfast cart, I was using the incubator to block Nuan Nuan. Their work cards no longer glowed blue, but flashed synchronously with the electronic equipment in the morning market, which looked very much like the "environmental fusion cleaning program" mentioned by SUSAN. "They used the gears of Brother Chen's mechanical arm!" Kai Lan suddenly shouted, "The gaps in the gears match the fragments of the metal stick, and they can locate all hosts!"
At the critical moment, Wang Mengmeng rushed out of the vegetable shed holding the child, and the broken silver bracelet chain on her wrist flashed the same light as Nuan Nuan. "Follow the smell of sausage!" She pointed to the mobile sausage truck on the corner of the street. "My husband's notes say that sausage fat can interfere with the thermal induction of the robot arm!" Only then did I notice that the incubator in her arms was pasted with the "03 Division" logo drawn by Brother Zhang, which was exactly the same as the mark on the gear.
The battle unfolded in the steaming heat of soy milk. I used the awning of the breakfast truck as a cover, and Kailan lifted Nuannuan over the greasy sausage rack. Wherever the golden light swept, the robot arm of the Clearer suddenly jammed - just like the sluggishness of an electric car battery in low temperature. "Their system can't stand the heat!" I shouted and picked up the fried dough stick basket to block the electromagnetic gun. The fluffy noodle fragrance actually made the other party's lens fogged up.
Brother Zhang's welding machine came from the direction of the scrap yard, and the sound of electricity was mixed with the noise of Susan's intercom: "Li Xiaoming, do you remember the seven energy nodes of the convenience store? Now we need to activate them all!" I suddenly remembered the tattoo on Susan's lower back. The seven nodes are the grilled sausage, soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, pancakes, braised eggs, and hot porridge at the morning market.
"Kai Lan, carry Nuan Nuan to the pancake stall!" I pointed to the griddle that was drawing pancakes, "High temperature can activate the nodes!" When Kai Lan rushed over, the stall owner suddenly froze - the glimmer of his wrist was resonating with the mark on Nuan Nuan's palm, and the batter on the griddle was automatically fried into the shape of a metal stick. The electronic equipment of the entire morning market began to malfunction, and was replaced by the sound of hawking one after another, which was more lively than any system barrage.
The leader of Xinyuan Technology suddenly took off his sunglasses, revealing the same burns as Susan - it turned out that he was the missing Brother Chen. "Do you think you can win by relying on worldly things?" The gears of his mechanical arm beeped, which was completely opposite to the frequency of the mark on Nuan Nuan's wrist. "The core of the first-generation controller has long been hidden by me..." Before he finished speaking, SUSAN jumped down from the roof of the soy milk shop, and the golden light from the powder dispenser cut off the energy of his electromagnetic gun. "It's hidden in the gears of the sausage roaster, right?" Her sunglasses slid to the tip of her nose, revealing seven faint dots on her wrist, corresponding to the nodes of the morning market one by one. "What Professor Kai engraved on the gears back then was not the clearing program, but the heartbeat frequency of each host." Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking from the direction of the convenience store. I saw that the gears in the interlayer of the incubator were glowing, forming a complete ring with the mark on Nuan Nuan's wrist. The glimmers on the wrists of all the stall owners in the morning market lit up at the same time, converging into a huge sausage pattern, covering the clearer of Xinyuan Technology. Brother Chen's mechanical arm "clanged" to the ground, and the bullet screen on the lens finally jumped to: [Real emotional data has covered the system core].
After the dust settled, Kailan finally opened the seasoning package, and a piece of paper soaked in chili oil fell out. It was written by Professor Kai: "Xiaoming, when you see this, you should have learned to write code with the smell of sausage. The ultimate key of the first generation system is hidden in the light in the customer's eyes every time you pass a hot rice ball." On the back of the paper, there were seven steaming foods, which were the seven nodes of SUSAN's tattoo.
Brother Zhang squatted beside Brother Chen's mechanical arm, picked up the gear engraved with "03", and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that Professor Kai has already welded the anti-system program into each gear, hidden in the burnt smell of sausage." He pointed to the morning market in the distance that was bustling again. The electronic scales of each stall were beating with warm golden light. "Now, the whole city is our firewall."
Nuannuan yawned in Kailan's arms, and the mark on her wrist faded to the warm yellow of sausage. She suddenly grabbed the broken piece of metal stick in my work clothes pocket. The reflection at the broken end and the gap of the gear bit together, and she actually made a baby giggle. At that moment, I suddenly understood that the first-generation system has never disappeared. It is hidden in every smile when receiving hot food, in the heartbeat when running orders, and in all the moments with human warmth that the system cannot calculate.
The phone vibrates, not an order reminder, but a group text message: "Attention all riders of Hummingbird Run, all system orders will be cancelled from today, and your next order will be determined by your heartbeat." I looked at the small sun sticky note on the back of my work badge, and suddenly heard the morning market broadcast: "Dear customers, today's grilled sausage, the second one is free - just like the warmth of the world, always one more."
SUSAN leaned against the pancake stall and watched us pack up the incubator. She quietly lifted the cuffs of her suit, and the seven node marks were glowing, echoing every steaming stall in the morning market. No one saw the text message in her phone: [The Anti-System Alliance Headquarters confirmed that the third-generation host has been activated and the first-generation system patch has covered the entire city. ] The sender at the end of the text message showed the work number of Professor Kai, who had long "disappeared".