Black Moonlight's vest fell again

"Have you read the literature on ancient Earth?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man turned around and asked.

The man wore silver-rimmed glasses, his elegant face was full of sorrow, his temples were slightly white, and his wrinkles were deep.

"Professor." The woman greeted.

They are the same group, who were arrested as political prisoners for making remarks that violated the spirit of the Federation.

"No." The little political prisoner answered honestly, "It doesn't comply with federal regulations. It's against the law to read literature."

"Many people have watched it secretly." The expression on the professor's face was like a dream, "You know, 4000 years ago, at that time in 2000, there was no mastermind riding on the head of human beings to arrange for human beings. Life. Human beings can decide what they want to do, what they need, what to say... You can freely choose to use the master brain, no, the computer - you can freely choose to use the computer or not to use the computer, you can choose your own life. "

"What I want, from the beginning to the end, is nothing more than a choice." He stared into the distance, "I don't want to be arranged by a mastermind, a guy with a steel heart, to live my life like this, like our ancestors did for generations, like Pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep raised by the mastermind. If a person has no choice, can he still be considered a person? He is just a puppet of a machine."

"I used to want to live, I really wanted to. As long as people live, there is hope."

"But, I don't want to now."

"I no longer want to follow the Mastermind's will and let a machine decide my fate. I just want to be a person with flesh and blood. I can't resist the Mastermind. Can't I lose this life?"

"If I die, how will the Mastermind imprison me?"

With that said, the professor stood up calmly.

He took off his glasses, wiped them with the hem of his prison uniform, folded them, and solemnly handed them to the little political prisoner.

"Young man, I'm counting on you." The professor sighed, "If you really leave here in the future, if you really see this day... please, tell this pair of glasses."

As he said that, he was about to raise his leg and cross the invisible boundary.

He will die.

Everyone knows that.

But no one persuaded him.

They know the pain of life.

They also know the injustice brought about by fate and power.

They also want to use their lives, their flesh and blood, to resist and protest.

The professor's thin body was empty in the prison uniform, and his gray hair was agitated with energy.He laughed and was about to raise his leg—

"Here she comes!!!!" Someone screamed! ! ! !

The professor was rushed up by the woman, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pulled him back violently!
The two fell heavily to the ground, and the woman pulled him back from the death line, ignoring other things, pointing to the sky, and shouting hoarsely:

"Professor! Here she comes!"

"is her!"

"She has come back!"

"She—come to take us away!!!"

……

Rong Zhi drove the dilapidated small spaceship, consumed one energy block again, and finally returned to the star field just now!

The great solar flare is still beating rhythmically.

This star field is full of material impacts in all directions, like a dangerous sea, full of turbulent ocean currents.

The boat without the butt struggled to maintain its balance in these terrible pinches——

With her head down, Sally smiled awkwardly as she looked at what she had just said about "difficult to maintain balance" in front of the live broadcast screen.

The barrage was already full of laughter.

"Hahahahaha, keep your balance, and your head will be upside down in the next second."

"I declare that Sally is the worst anchor this year. Emoticons/emoticons/emoticons..."

Sally's pupils widened.

Your own emoji? ? ?

After Rong Zhi's thrilling show operation, Sally contributed countless emoticon pack materials, bringing the audience a collective carnival!

Her expression was so real.

Frightened, cracked, shocked, embarrassed, desperate, angry...

The personal intelligence brain on the wrist "ding dong", and the personal terminal was pushed a piece of the latest news from Interstellar Media, which showed a picture and asked everyone to use a 3D avatar to play it.

Sally clicked on it, and her various terrified faces appeared in the cockpit for a second with a chicken coop head!
"I told you to keep your expressions under control." Rong Zhi said in a low voice, "Look, it really has become an emoji."

Sally twitched her stiff lips.

The two of them were still stumbling in countless turbulent currents, approaching the Mastermind Star with twists and turns, occasionally dodging explosions in the air and rolling forward embarrassingly.

Suddenly, the personal brain in Sally's hand beeped several times.

Sally clicked to open it——

"Renlai Federal Government Office Issues Amnesty Order for Mastermind Star Political Prisoners".

For the audience in front of the live broadcast screen, the private brains on their wrists also rang one after another.

This is a breaking news alert.

One after another, screams resounded in every corner of human habitation!
"Amnesty order! Have you seen it! Political prisoners have been amnesty!"

"Is the direction about to change?"

"It should have changed a long time ago! Suspicion and faultfinding every day, everyone reporting each other, these days are too uncomfortable!"

"However, have any of you noticed this subtle timing?"

"Do you mean that right after the meeting..."

"So this big brother Rong Shiyi is a political prisoner?"

Seeing that the audience in the live broadcast room were discussing in full swing, Sally quickly turned to interview:

"Boss, the audience in our live broadcast room are all wondering if you are a political prisoner."

Rong Zhi concentrated on moving the handle, and after the spaceship snaked to avoid a series of undercurrents, he said casually, "I'm not."

"No?" Even Sally was genuinely surprised at this moment.Thinking about the content of the meeting just now, she asked seductively, "Could it be that the amnesty of political prisoners has nothing to do with you?"

"It's related, I mentioned it." Rong Zhi didn't look back, "But I'm not a political prisoner."

"Why? Can you tell me your reason?"

"Reason?" Rong Zhi flinched, and Sally's head slammed on the door frame, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Sally covered her head, tears streaming down her face: "It's okay."

Rong Zhi said: "There is no reason, if I have to say it... I can't stand it."

This matter is related to her, and she is responsible for these people.

"Are you a person with strong sympathy?" Sally read out the question from the live broadcast room, "Or, are you a saint?"

Rong Zhi frowned.

"I'm not the Holy Mother." Rong Zhi looked at the live broadcast room seriously, "Because the crimes of political prisoners are related to 11X, I decided to help them regain their freedom."

She focused her attention and looked at the people on the Star of the Mastermind who were wearing prison uniforms and waving excitedly.

"Everyone said that you look like 11X." Sally spoke to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Like?" Rong Zhi smiled strangely, "I am."

The live room swiped the screen all of a sudden:
"Young lady is so handsome!"

"Amnesty for political prisoners! It's just because I don't like it...it's so cool!"

"You are 11X! That's right! 11X in the world!"

As soon as the communicator rang, Sally received an order from the chairman.

The instruction is very short, with only one sentence on it.

"Make her 11X."