Gracie's Wonderful Studio

Only the newcomer Qi Qi did this.

It looks like it has changed from an armed doll to a household doll.

But when Gracie woke up, she found that Qiqi seemed to be dead, sitting on the counter, motionless.

Of course it's not really dead.

But Qiqi didn't know what to do at all.

"Bring me the canvas." Gracie sat on the chair and thought for a while.

Hearing this, Qiqi flew up from the counter, took out a canvas from behind the counter and gave it to Gracie.

After the girl laid out the canvas.

I started to draw.

Large flakes of paint spray out from the tip of the brush.

The white canvas was quickly dyed blue, like a clear sky and a vast sea.

Gracie's paintings are still so abstract.

Qi Qipiao watched quietly from the side.

Until a long time passed, the brush stopped.

"So, what do you think when you look at this painting?"

Gracie spoke slowly.

At this time, the sky and the sea, which were almost mixed together on the original canvas, have been separated.

What separates all this is a white doll.

The puppet wanders endlessly between the sea and the sky.

It cannot blend into the blue sky, nor sink into the sea.

"Is it me who painted this?"

Looking at the puppet in the picture, Qiqi felt the fluctuation in her heart.

"There's something in this painting that I can't... clear the explanation for."

"Then let's try it."

Gracie handed the paintbrush to Qiqi's hand.

To Qiqi, it was like having an extra long sword in her hand.

"I'll help you change a canvas."

"painting?"

Qiqi was taken aback for a moment.

"What do you need to draw?"

"You can paint whatever you want." Gracie said while putting on a new canvas: "Come on."

Qiqi heard the words and floated to the canvas.

Just pause.

I started to move my pen.

Transparent glass, warm sunlight.

Tables and chairs, fruit snacks.

Even Gracie's My Little Pony, which hangs on the wall, was drawn to perfection.

"Perfect copy."

Gracie commented.

"It's like copying reality."

"But it's no different from photos. Painting is not just about copying reality, but also adding your own colors, which is the world you see in your heart."

"This is the world I see." Qiqi said.

"It's what your eyes see, not what your heart sees."

"Sorry... I can't seem to understand, my programming doesn't have this function... I..."

"Draw another picture."

Gracie lays out the new canvas.

"This time, close your eyes and forget the world in your eyes."

"Imagine something that doesn't exist, something you've never seen before, it's abstract, but concentrate on it, carefully experience the feeling it brings to you, let your hand move freely on the canvas... ..."

Following Grace's words.

Qiqi's brush moved again.

Blood red sky.

On the ground like ruins, there are broken dolls.

The rain hit the wreckage like a knife.

Parts that appear to be in good condition are removed.

If the damage is excessive, the entire doll will be pressed into a discus, sent to the furnace to be recycled into the most primitive metal liquid, and poured into new parts.

The whole painting looks like wasteland and cyberpunk.

And in the center of the picture is a hand stretched out towards the sky from the highest point of the hill of wreckage.

"..."

Qiqi also seemed to be confused by what she drew.

She looked at Gracie in confusion.

"see this."

Gracie didn't talk about the painting, but took out the tablet and clicked, and opened a news item.

—— Some armed dolls escaped and lost contact after the crusade against the Houkai Beast. The danger is unknown. If you encounter any, please contact the Moth Continent Branch of Chasing Flame in time...

"You are not an exception." Gracie said seriously.

This is actually a normal thing.

Armed dolls are mass-produced in batches, and if Qiqi has an abnormality, the probability of other dolls being abnormal will not be too low.

According to the news.

The lost armed dolls suffered irreversible injuries after fighting the Houkai Beast.

Just like she picked up Qiqi before.

"Is it because the self-awareness that was born doesn't want to be recycled like this? But it can't resist the instructions from the system..."

Just like what the other party said when Qiqi was first picked up, Gracie sent her to the No. [-] recycling bin.

Even now, this order still exists.

It's just that after being repaired by Wei Wei, it is no longer in an endangered state, and it is judged that the injury is not serious enough to need to be recovered, so it is not triggered.

The ants are still alive.

Even the nascent self, who doesn't understand anything, will subconsciously resist the fate of death.

Dr. Einstein, who invented the armed doll, did not know if he had foreseen this situation.

Probably not.

After all, the significance of being able to create a new life form is not comparable to that of a mere combat doll.

"..."

Qiqi looked at her own painting, and then at the abnormal individuals who also 'escaped' on the news, and a strong emotion gathered in her heart.

But it never took shape.

She escapes, and the other armed figures leave to hide.

Not just to survive.

They have more important things to do.

But she couldn't remember.

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. If there is something really important, other puppets will always contact you."

Gracie took off Qiqi's painting and hung it in Qiqi's bedroom on the second floor.

It is said to be a bedroom, but it is almost the same as an attic.

But Qiqi is a doll in the first place, so it won't be crowded, but it looks very delicate.

Gracie can guess what some of these mutated puppets are trying to do.

But she didn't intend to get involved.

The newly born ethnic groups can only rely on themselves if they want to obtain the rights they want.

If she joins it, the taste will change.

Moreover, Gracie once met Dr. Einstein who created the armed doll. That doctor is not a research madman, and he has a good character.

After the other party discovers the abnormality, there is a high probability that they will help these dolls gain a foothold in this world as creators, which is much better than her end.

After all, if she came by herself.

Actually can't do anything.

There is a high probability that it will either call dad to end, or call mother, aunt, and sister.

In the end, when the matter is resolved, conflicts will accumulate, and the symptoms will not be cured.