imperfections

When Gloria was not blown into a ball, there were a dozen unsuitable places floating in the sky, which were the main source of GPP for the capital star of the eighth galaxy, which was not up to the mark.And in these places, a drink called "Tornado" was once popular, it is a powerful stimulant, drinking it can keep your eyes closed for 72 hours, and it is said that the reaction is great, you can sing the song of freedom and run a marathon back and forth, It is unknown how many pleasure-seekers die every year from the "tornado" of excessive drinking and drinking.

On the day when Lu Bixing became an adult, he took a sip from the one-eyed eagle, and the feeling was so intense that more than ten years later, he still remembered it vividly—just like this time.

In fact, this meeting should already be the time for Lin Jingheng's morning exercises. Except for the few days when he was locked in the medical cabin, General Lin's morning exercises have always been unshakable, so today he was absent.He rested on his own arm, his gray eyes were slightly closed, his hair was disheveled, and the undulating lines of his side face were unusually smooth, and there was blood and water on his lips, which looked much softer than usual.

Lu Bixing stared at him pretty well, and his heart turned into a drumstick. He seemed to have just poured a liter of "tornado" at this moment, and he felt like he could swim two laps in the sea of ​​clouds roaring. , and was reluctant to leave Lin Jingheng, so he had to hold tightly to the gravity of the planet, a mess of characters jumping in his mind.

The sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it not only shook him to the ground, but even Lin Jingheng, who was in a light sleep, was startled.Lin Jingheng's eyes opened a crack, and he raised an index finger at him, telling him to be quiet.Lu Bixing really couldn't do it, so he turned sideways to block the morning light from the window for him, bowed his head and kissed his fingertips.

When he bowed his head, he felt like a crowned knight who was suddenly blessed by the Holy Light and had completed the last step in his long growth, so that he would be fearless in everything he encountered in the future.

"Lin," Lu Bixing knew that Lin Jingheng was not asleep, so he leaned over obnoxiously and whispered in his ear, "Is Zhanlu's fuselage really blown up? Then I'll make you a new one." Okay? I read the specifications of the alliance’s first mecha in a book, and the design drawings of the military factory have entered the fourth draft. The engineering team has started to adjust the robots, and when the military factory is completed... hey, don’t laugh!"

Lin Jingheng's voice was a little hoarse: "You make a draft before speaking."

"I am the best mecha designer in the eighth galaxy."

Lin Jingheng didn't open his eyes, but he couldn't laugh - when he was young in Wulan Military Academy, his classmates would quarrel and mock each other, and the usual sayings were "You are so-and-so from the eighth galaxy" or "You are the eighth galaxy Galaxy level", people who are scolded like this often feel that they have been greatly offended, and the subsequent retort is not civilized.

In other words, "Eighth Galaxy" is an adjective that is a little bit more civilized than scolding the street.

The warm breath of the Mr. who claims to be the number one mecha designer in the eighth galaxy passed over his earlobe, like every ordinary man who would brag when he talked about people, he began to ramble about the mecha: "I I also want to add some "junior mechs" to the military factory, that is, the kind of "go-kart mechs" that can be driven in a day of training, but a brother in the engineering team told me that the elementary mechas are lethal weapons after all, that's all. Popularization is too dangerous, I think he has considered it very carefully, so he plans to use the 'junior mech' as ​​a teaching aid... Venus will establish a new Xinghai Academy, which may be like Voto's Wulan Academy in the future... By the way, the morning star will be like Watto in the future- well, of course, the population will be larger than Watto, and a whole planet full of well-packaged dignitaries is too boring. We will also have layered roads and sidewalks, and we will also It will eliminate car accidents... There are a lot of wasteland on Venus, can I go to the chief and ask for a piece, and build it according to your mansion in Watto?"

Lin Jingheng said, "Not good."

"Then build it according to my previous home on Gloria - my original home was very big and needed a lot of robots to tidy up. Zhanlu can be used as the electronic housekeeper of the central system."

Lin Jingheng said: "Zhanlu is very noisy."

"It's okay, you think we're bothering you, you can kick us out together, so that Zhanlu and I can bother each other, and no one bothers you." Lu Bixing quickly gave a solution and whispered, "But... ...and don't throw me out too often."

Lin Jingheng felt that the person next to him was rustling up, trying to reach out, as if shaking in mid-air for a long time before landing on him, and then began to rub against him dishonestly.

Lin Jingheng opened his eyes and glanced at him, Lu Bixing quickly controlled his hands, and raised his tail two meters high: "Hold me for a while, don't move around."

Lin Jingheng lightly slapped the back of his hand.

Lu Bixing breathed out silently, with his palm pressed against the person's body temperature, he was a little savvy, but also a little distracted, and felt very sorry for Turan - because when he was ignorant, he boasted to her without shame, and he didn't know what to say now Is there any chance to mend the broken skin?

Although Lin Jingheng didn't show it, Lu Bixing felt that he didn't make him very comfortable. The young scientist seemed to have discovered a new discipline and challenge on the road of life. As soon as he turned to the "catalogue", he was a little hungry and eager to think about it. Dig some teaching materials from Turan Guard Captain to improve yourself.

After thinking wildly for a while, Lu Bixing was surprised that his thoughts were about to go astray again, so he hurriedly pulled back with a red face.

"When we are old, the war should be over." He said, "I will go to teach, write books, and write a lot about how to reshape the alliance's first mecha, and I will also write a memoir, half of which will be used to talk about It's down to business, the remaining half of the book will focus on today—how I got the number one male god in the league..."

Lu Bixing wished he could plan every second from the next second until the two of them moved into the grave. Just making a list and imagining what the two of them could do together in the future was enough for him for half a month. Lin Jingheng listened to the beginning, and felt that according to President Lu's plan, his natural life span of more than 200 years may not be enough. He has to hope that human beings will carry out another major genetic modification, so that everyone can live another 500 years. .

Listening to his description, it seems that in this life, all the big and small waves will disappear in smoke, and there is no parting between life and death in the world.

"Do people nowadays still like to read this kind of delusional stories... What about growing old together?"

In the Angel City Fortress, next to the crying goddess statue in the central square, a movie promotional film is being played on the stereo screen - in the years of war, the entertainment consumption in Angel City was higher than that of Votto, and the poor people who were expelled from the Garden of Eden People may just be left with entertainment.

The literature and art industry is booming like never before, and some film producers have even crossed classes and gained the privilege of entering the fortress of Angel City. Even e-tickets for Evgenia's concert are hard to find, no less expensive than a bunch of blue seas.

There is a telescope in the lounge of Marshal Woolf, which has a very good field of view. It can be used to look at the stars at night, and you can see the square at a glance during the day. He is holding a teacup and watched the entire promotional film. The movie is called "The Corridor of Happiness" , probably tells a love story of a man and a woman who are on and off, from their 20s to gray-haired, very romantic, and the scene was shot in Votto - of course, Votto has been occupied by pirates, and the movie is synthesized with a virtual background .

"It is said that the movie that will be released soon has high expectations among the audience, and the pre-sale tickets for the premiere have been sold out." The marshal's personal secretary bent down and respectfully refilled him with hot tea. "Wang Ailun", in his early [-]s, with olive skin, tall and thin.

The old marshal has a quirk. He doesn't like to use artificial intelligence. All the work around him has to be done by real people. Wang Ailun has been with him for more than 150 years, taking care of his daily life. Speaking, the sense of presence is very low. Most of the time, he is more like a robot than artificial intelligence. He only chats with Marshal Woolf in private occasions without outsiders: "Everyone is anxious about tomorrow, so they are extravagantly hoping to have What lasts forever, love...or whatever; everyone wants to go back to Votto, and the azure sea gets the market, isn't it because the hype is 'the place you can't go back'? This film is both , maybe it will become the theme of all the tea parties in Angel City next week."

"It's very clear. I heard that the Azure Sea Cultivation Base has your equity, and you have made a lot of money, right?" Marshal Woolf glanced at Wang Ailun with a half-smile, and before he could answer, he said softly, "I want to go back to Woto, but Woto is not the Woto you want for a long time, and the people around you have changed one after another, and when you live to the age of white hair, you will find that even yourself It has also changed. What you believed in before is gone. Your ideals and beliefs have collapsed at least a hundred times. Almost all your organs have been replaced by the medical cabin. Occasionally you want to recall something from the past, but you can’t. Also resorting to artificial memory storage, Alan, do you think it is ridiculous?"

Wang Ailun listened like a wallflower, and he didn't answer too much, and he didn't take the opportunity to express his loyalty of "I've been following you", which made people very comfortable.

"Sometimes you... feel like a zombie occupying someone else's identity. They were right to stop the human genetic modification program. Why do people live so long? We are not born with such a long-lived soul, and we are endlessly prolonging the life of our bodies Does it make sense? Live yourself like an urn, the metabolism of the whole society is as slow as a fossil, and there is a rancid smell everywhere."

As Marshal Woolf said, he stared blankly with his teacup in his hand.

The old marshal was never married. It is said that there was a joking scandal when he was very young, but the other person died before the alliance was established. The deceased was the oldest, and no one mentioned it anymore.From a handsome boy to gray hair, he has a long history like the Union Museum. When he is not working, he lives in seclusion and has no entertainment. His only hobby is probably holding a cup of tea in a daze, recalling his never-ending life.

Someone said that if it hadn't been for the accidents of the most promising generals in the alliance over the years, so that the leftovers of the Military Commission were useless waste, the old marshal would have retired long ago.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the lounge, and then, a wall was slowly opened, revealing a secret room.

The old man is quiet, and no outsiders are accepted in the private lounge. Except for the secretary who takes care of his daily life, no matter who comes, he has to make an appointment. Who knows that there is no mystery.

Wang Ailun took out another set of tea sets from the disinfection cabinet without raising his head as if he had been prepared for a long time. He made tea and poured water like flowing water, and placed it in front of several visitors. The number of cups was exactly the same as the number of people.

Several visitors were wearing ceremonial robes and masks made of special materials. On their chests, there was a silhouette of "Nuwa" with a human head and a snake body and the logo of the Anti-Ukraine Association.This makes the interstellar pirates who are talking about the alliance change their minds and come and go freely in the core of the Angel City Fortress!

"Come here?" The old marshal glanced at them, "In order to take care of us old things, the temperature in Angel City has been adjusted to 26°C. Don't you wrap up like this so you don't get hot?"

"We are full of fear," a masked man replied. "Under the alliance, the dust floating in the air may be monitored, and even a single hair makes us uneasy."

Another masked man then said: "I hope that in a hundred years, the world we build will be free from electronic terror."

They are used to speaking the "prophetic language" of the Anti-Ukraine Society. They greet each other with a set of lines, with a very long ending and a strange rhythm. They speak like singing.

Woolf waved his hand: "Okay, don't think about it a hundred years later, you guys can't make things right with the gang of the Glory Corps, and now the organization is messed up and full of complaints. You should take care of yourself first."

Wang Ailun stepped forward in response, raised his wrist, and a three-dimensional projected light shot out from his wrist, and a middle-aged man in plain clothes appeared among everyone, his eyes seemed to be worried.

Several masked men from the Anti-Uganda Society were taken aback, and for a moment they couldn't care less about pretending to be godlike, and said in a hurry, "It's Alexander Harris!"

"What's going on, is he still alive?"

"Alive," the taciturn secretary replied, "Prophet Harris' alias 'Hope' has been hiding under the command of Prince Gloria, hiding in the eighth galaxy. Recently, we have received reliable news that this person has resurfaced and is organizing Seek support in secret. Guys, because of your wrong decision-making and alliance with the Legion of Glory, those ungrateful things turned their backs after occupying Votor, trapped you in the eight major galaxies, and now you are entangled by those local warlords , There are complaints in the organization, and the voice of opposition is getting louder and louder. Harris has always been very good at demagoguery, and now he returns to the organization, what will happen, you know."

Marshal Woolf sat down slowly: "We are an alliance, everyone, the outside is already turbulent, but the inside cannot withstand the storm."

Several masked men from the Anti-Ukraine Society were silent for a moment, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Marshal, since you have a news channel, can you give us some clues?"

Wang Ailun smiled: "The last coordinates of the Prophet Harris are located near the Egret star in the eighth galaxy. He will go around a civil shipping route and pass through the interstellar customs. According to reliable sources, someone in the organization will meet him in the seventh galaxy. My personal suggestion is to Don't let him show up in public, it's best to get rid of him in the eight galaxy, what do you guys think?"

A masked man blurted out, "Marshal, is the news accurate? May I ask what your channel is?"

Woolf raised his head, his aged eyes suddenly shot out a falcon-like light, as if they could penetrate his mask instantly.The masked man who spoke suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, and moved uncomfortably. Two companions behind him pulled him, and he immediately lowered his head: "Sorry, I'm not..."

"It doesn't matter if the gentlemen don't believe us. You can wait for Harris to come back and fight with him in a high-profile manner to see who can win the fight." Wang Ailun said with a smile, "I personally look forward to it— —It's getting late, and the marshal has made an appointment for a medical examination, everyone, be careful on the way."

The masked people were on someone else's site, of course they didn't dare to make mistakes, and left quickly, the door of the secret room was closed again, Wang Ailun put their used teacups into the powerful grinder, glanced at the old marshal, and some Hesitant to speak.

Woolf asked, "What is it?"

Wang Ailun hesitated for a moment: "You sent someone to pick up Harris, gave him armed support, and leaked his whereabouts to the rabies of the 'manic faction'. Do you want to help him, or want his life?"

"Harris is a smart man, much better than this group of wild dogs who know how to shout slogans, and he was very close to the two rebels in the White Tower in his early years. When Laura Gordon blew himself up, the 'forbidden fruit' and chip technology For so many years, these idiots have not achieved any results, but I suspect that Harris knows something, but because he opposes the Nuwa plan, he has been refusing to say it." Woolf said, "This person could have To be a dangerous person, even at an age, and always have some unrealistic delusions of peace, is not with us."

Wang Ailun said: "Yes, rationalists are always a bit difficult to deal with."

"But only the rationalists can stir up the biggest storm and become the eye of the typhoon." Woolf said, "He is too nostalgic for idyllic fantasies, and he has to be taught a lesson to wake him up and let him know that under the guns It’s not about believing in bullshit, the change of power must be bloody, and he can only rely on us——speaking of which, what is the charm of that ghostly place in the eighth galaxy that made him stay for so long?”

Wang Ailun looked up at him.

Woolf's face is in the shadows, like a long-dead statue.

"No matter what it is, let's clean it up together," Woolf waved his hand, "to save him from always wanting to hide and go back to farm - that magic stick needs a little hatred to spur it."

Wang Ailun responded, and then asked: "Marshal, do you trust Harris about the eighth galaxy and Jingheng?"

This time, Woolf was silent for a long time.

The secretary realized that he had asked something difficult to answer, and lowered his head, preparing to leave quietly.

"I want to believe it," Woolf said. "I hope he's dead."