头痛欲裂，我这该死的脑子是怎么回事儿。我挣扎着坐起来，环顾四周，这屋子确实古色古香，但具体什么东西都认不全。我这手机呢？手机是关键啊，没有它我连个念想都没有。我赶紧摸遍全身，幸亏没丢，揣在兜里了。

我翻出手机，屏幕亮起，显示的还是那个熟悉的界面。我试着晃了晃，没问题，功能正常。这就好，有它在，去哪儿都不怕。不过现在这情况，得先搞清楚这是哪儿。总不能像个傻子一样转悠吧？

我下了床，穿了双脚下的布鞋，感觉踩上去硬邦邦的。这屋子不大，一桌一椅一床，墙角还放着一个书架，上面摆满了书，但具体是啥书我也看不上。我走到书架前，随手抽了一本，翻开一看，都是些毛茸茸的小玩意儿，字儿也认不全，估计是某种兽类的文字。

“靠，这都什么乱七八糟的。”我随手把书扔回书架上，准备再找找看有没有点线索。就在这时，我听到外面传来一阵窸窸窣窣的声音，好像有什么东西在我外面。

我顿时警惕起来，走到门边，透过门缝往外看。只见一个黑乎乎的东西正蹲在地上，一动不动的。我皱了皱眉，这东西看着挺乖，不会是什么危险的东西吧？

我推开房门，那东西立刻站起来，-eyed me up and down. It was a robot, and it looked familiar somehow. The moment it saw me, it started talking, its voice was mechanical but surprisingly clear.

"I am Model 8, at your service," it said, bowing slightly.

I was taken aback. "Uh, what's going on here?" I asked, still trying to figure out what was going on.

Model 8 straightened up. "You have been unconscious for three days. You are in a safe zone, Zone 7, of the planet Xylar."