The Cosmic Deliveryman — Episode 3

Okay, delivery boys. Now, lie down, please. We're legit couriers. That's why I trust you.

Those four volunteers should be in memory extraction now. Your errand is to go into their recollections

and mark key emotional nodes. Any node at all? Preferably work-related ones. Once anchors are set,

I can integrate their traits and skills. Wear this and sleep. You'll auto-connect.

You can't do this alone? The coalition forbids us accessing human memories fully. Isn't that like putting pants on backwards?

Let me whisper this: I've distilled 300 people. Finish these four, and I'll be the top agent.

Floor's too hard. I can't sleep. Last month, a girl I distilled gave me this mattress.

Called Blue Box Z1. She said I seemed tired. She wanted me to learn her laziness. But she miscalculated.

Agents don't sleep. I never needed it. This bed's truly restful. Like lying on Tianjing's plains.

Honestly, Biggest gap between AI and relics: you never get joy from a good sleep. We're on the clock.

Go to sleep now.