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... > Upon waking, Shen Jing’s first instinct was to search for her phone under the pillow. She yawned lazily, leaning against the headboard, and scrolled through her call history: Zhuang Ming, outgoing call, two hours.
What could I possibly have talked about with Zhuang Ming for two hours while I was drunk? she wondered. Could that robot, Zhuang Ming, actually hold a conversation with me?
I probably didn’t think much of it. Maybe I just randomly pressed buttons, and neither of us hu ...
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