imperfections

Lin Jingheng did not know when he was connected to the spiritual network of the ecological cabin, and the ecological cabin made an uneasy vibration, "buzz", I don't know if it was a coincidence, a glass bottle in the corner of the laboratory was shattered due to a short-term resonance. The liquid flowed down the floor to Dr. Harden's feet.

Dr. Harden did not move, and the old man watched him with a very sad expression.

When a person is old, the corners of the eyes and mouth rush towards the direction of gravity, always looking very sad, as if the years have forcibly engraved it in order to mourn themselves.

"Whether it's Zhan Luan or Jing Shu, the alliance has reached the point it is today, and I can hardly absolve myself of the blame."

"I am the first head of the White Tower," Dr. Harden said softly, "I have taught many outstanding students, including your mother."

"The original intention of the Garden of Eden is good. It is for the well-being of mankind. If it can run well, we will be infinitely close to the eternal happiness we have been pursuing since ancient times. But they thought too well. When a man-made product is too strong, so strong that even When ordinary people are united and there is no effective resistance mechanism, no matter what its original intention is, if it continues to develop, there will only be two endings—either all mankind becomes slaves to mechanical civilization, or a small number of people become slaves to the mechanical civilization. It holds the fate of the majority in its hands and turns the majority into slaves."

"When I realized that Eden had gone astray, it was also the first time I wanted to find a way out for the league. You should agree with this idea."

Lin Jingheng only had eyes that moved, and it was an expression of approval or disapproval.

"I want the White Tower, the core of the Garden of Eden, to play an important role in countering the Garden of Eden, and I have done a lot of work for this, but I forgot that people have selfishness and positions. So among the students I am proud of, Someone secretly betrayed me to the management committee."

It is not difficult to understand that people at the bottom of society dream of fighting for fairness and justice, and those who are well-dressed do not look like good people; people in the middle want to set ten thousand feet on the bottom. They stamped the big red badge of greed and laziness to strengthen their status and prove that everything they have deserved, and at the same time they wanted to continue to climb up like a trapped beast; Those who seek trouble are regarded as thugs and troublemakers.

The White Tower is the core of the Garden of Eden, and has a close relationship with the management committee. Whether it is a noble researcher in it, or a career in politics through the management committee, it is undoubtedly a powerful person in the future. When Dr. Harden was young and frivolous For eating someone else's cake, he deserves to be caught and escaped.

"Because of my carelessness in the early years, it caused two consequences. One is that the management committee rebounded violently, and it became more and more unscrupulous to use the Garden of Eden to seek benefits for itself; Pinning my hopes outside the territory, I hit it off with the lunatics of the Anti-Ugly Society and raised a monster. I don't know who to trust, especially my history repeats itself on Laura. So I let Jing Shu stay in The management committee, I also... have no ability to show up, take that child with me, and become the target of the management committee together."

As Dr. Harden said, he lowered his head and looked at the liquid on the ground—the spilled liquid started from his feet and spread to the corner of the ecological cabin, near the energy valve.

"RT7 solution has strong conductivity," Dr. Harden murmured, "I have been indecisive all my life and have done many wrong things. It is only natural that you want to kill me."

Lin Jingheng's eyes moved slightly.

Dr. Harden said wearily: "My major is brain nerves and human-computer interaction. It only took two months for you to react consciously for the first time and to be able to control the mental network to communicate with the outside world, but from controlling the mental network to 'waking up' Come here', but it took more than 100 days, this is not a normal rhythm, I guess you are collecting information around you, right? I believe that even if you can't move now, you still have many ways to kill me."

Lin Jingheng was exposed by him, but she couldn't see any reaction, her eyes were calm, as if it was a matter of course.Harden suddenly understands why so many people want his life, this is really a person who can stir up a world-shaking person with one breath.

"I'll keep it a secret for you," Dr. Harden said, "Jingshu has sealed off this planet, and we are all trapped here by gravity. Now everyone is sick and sympathetic, can we live together peacefully for a while?"

The corners of Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched, not knowing how much he listened to.

"I'm already at this age, and I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid that she will go to the point of no return." Dr. Harden moved the wheelchair away from the deadly conductive solution. This time, Lin Jingheng did not make any other threats, and watched her off. He turned around slowly and walked out.

"...Although she is irretrievable."

When it was confirmed that Dr. Harden had left, Lin Jingheng's strong spirit lost almost immediately. He barely broke off from the mental net, and then became a little delirious.

The passage of time on the eco-cabin made him terrified, but he didn't dare to think too much. To him, to be able to open his eyes again after reaching this point, it was as if he had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and that could happen at any time. The dissipated luck is like a silk thread, hanging him between the cliffs, hanging precariously, forcing him to hold his breath every second he wakes up, not daring to relax for a moment.

The eighth galaxy is guarded by Turan, and the captain of the ninth guard will never be indecisive at critical moments. Presumably, he has already blown up the transition points at both ends, so he...how is he?

Venus is in the early morning. It has just rained, the sky is blue, and there is a faint glow in the distance.

Lu Bixing stood beside the small statue at the entrance of the hospital, and listened to a doctor whispering to him: "...I can't eat on my own. Fortunately, there are nutritional needles. I see that the records in the medical cabin were not very good yesterday. Sleep, sleep less than 10 minutes, it should be insomnia caused by pain, but painkillers can not be added."

Lu Bixing asked: "He refuses to sign?"

The doctor shook his head.

Lu Bixing was silent.

The "Easy Law" stipulates that unless the patient completely loses self-consciousness and has clearly expressed his desire for euthanasia when he is awake, the immediate blood relatives can apply on his behalf. Choose your own path.

While talking, a robot came out pushing a wheelchair, but somehow got stuck in the passageway, and several doctors rushed forward to help—because the chief was already terminally ill, the wheelchair he was riding in was not an ordinary means of transportation, but had the function of a medical cabin. It is 1.2 meters long, very thick, and weighs half as much as a small car.

"Slow down, be careful not to touch the pain relief valve."

"It still doesn't work, people get out of the way and call a few robots to help."

Lu Bixing sighed, took off his coat and hung it on the statue at the entrance of the hospital: "Come on, help me push over there."

As he spoke, he clasped the side of the wheelchair with one hand, pulled it up, and actually lifted half of the wheelchair with his bare hands.

"My God, Chief Lu, you've been exercising pretty well recently."

Lu Bixing smiled perfunctorily, without saying anything, and gently moved the wheelchair out of the stuck place.

At this time, the drowsy boss seemed to feel something, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at him.

"Okay," Lu Bixing took the wheelchair from the robot, "It's all gone, don't worry, I'll send someone to bring him back later."

After Lu Bixing was officially appointed as the Chief Executive of the Eighth Galaxy, President Edward began to stay in the hospital, but even though the chief executive was getting worse day by day, he still had the Eighth Galaxy in his heart. Every morning, when everyone started to go to work, he would arrive The government building and the base command center turned around respectively, as if a glance was missing.

Lu Bixing had to take a detour to the hospital every day to pick him up, take him around the two places, and hand him over to the medical staff to take him back to the hospital.

The boss was out of energy, leaning on the wheelchair, looking half asleep, Lu Bixing didn't bother him, put one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, let the wheelchair automatically follow the track and slowly drive to the Venus base, and the short boots stepped on On the wet ground, his eyebrows seemed to be flattened by the entire eighth galaxy, showing a wave of calm.

The guards at the base saluted them collectively. Not far away, a group of new recruits were conducting a ground drill of the elementary mechs. The boss patted the back of Lu Bixing's hand and signaled him to stop.He squinted his eyes and looked over, and saw that the virtual training ground was in full swing, and the artillery fire was flying wildly. If it was an actual battle, probably the moment he stopped, he could wipe out half of the eighth galaxy.

A few students who had just finished their morning exercise with Turan happened to run into them, rushed up to meet them, and hurriedly helped the boss cover the blanket and turn the wheelchair.

At this time, the boss suddenly spoke with difficulty: "How authentic are the data on the training ground?"

Lu Bixing replied flatly: "All the parameters are [-]% restored, and the basic mecha can shorten the training time for new recruits by double."

"I read your newly signed ten-year plan." Chief Edward was silent for a while, "It must be done..."

"Ok?"

"Armament, military industry, and heavy industry are all too tilted. What do you want to turn the eighth galaxy into... a super fortress where all the people are soldiers?"

In front of the students, Lu Bixing cleverly avoided the important and ignored the important: "Under the mechanical civilization, when a society is just stable, heavy industry and military industry are the most suitable as the cornerstone of the economy, and can accommodate a large number of people with a relatively low education level. , science, culture and education generally revolve around these until entering a relatively stable and prosperous period. This is a historical law. Is there anything wrong? In addition, we cannot stay in the eighth galaxy forever, and the external transition point will be re-opened sooner or later. , I’m already re-planning the map, if you don’t take the initiative to go out, the enemy will take the initiative to come in, we need a lot of accumulation, very elite troops, only by ensuring safety can we guarantee all future development.”

Chief Edward asked persistently, "What kind of future?"

"Of course it is a peaceful and beautiful future." Lu Bixing glanced at the teenagers next to him, and said without any leaks, "The universe is expanding every second, and there are wider worlds and more incredible new elements outside the domain. Since the Great Voyage After the era, the whole society is too preoccupied with immediate entertainment and comfort, and forgets the curiosity that human beings should have. I hope we can break away from a fake utopia and start a new era of great exploration—this is why I wanted to establish Xinghai Academy back then. original intention."

White's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he interjected next to him, "Mr. Lu, you have built military academies and mecha design schools in several satellite cities. When will you rebuild Xinghai Academy? I can study for another 100 years."

Mint thought he talked too much, so he kicked him.

Lu Bixing rolled his eyes at him, and said with a straight face on purpose: "Did I build Xinghai Academy casually? That would require 600 million dome roofs. Where's the money? It's easy for you to say, hurry up and find a way to make money. Give me a sponsoring school trustee."

White stuck out his tongue.

"Let's wait for a while," Lu Bixing smiled, "Now there is a lot of waste to be done, everything is stretched, there is no condition to build a quiet place for learning, we can only pour limited resources on basic teaching, Xinghai Academy Sooner or later there will be..."

White cheered, stood on tiptoe and clapped his hands with the fighting cock: "We want the dome of the auditorium at 600 million one gram, and we want to engrave the school motto on the dome."

"Go away, do what you need to do," Lu Bixing waved his hand at them, "It's too noisy for you guys, the boss is not in good spirits, don't yell in his ear."

A few students dispersed in a rush. They all have their own responsibilities now. Some are interns in the engineering department, and some are serving as mecha divisions for Turan. White has already started to participate in the design of mechas in the military factory, but he is still used to getting together sooner or later. Together, share with each other what you are doing recently and what new ideas you have.

The experience binds them tightly together, and it seems that they have become relatives without blood relationship.

When they went far away, Lu Bixing and the chief executive could still hear the loud voice of Fighting Chicken saying, "Where did we get the school motto?"

"We have a school motto, what brains!" Huang Jingshu said, "'Remember from now on, what is more precious than money is knowledge, what is more precious than knowledge is endless curiosity, and what is more precious than curiosity, It's the starry sky above us'."

Lu Bixing froze for a moment.

Whether you are proud or frustrated depends on where the tide of the times rushes you to. In your long life, you may experience countless prosperity and nothing...

Everyone who is on the cusp of the storm in the future, don't get carried away, think about the boundless learning in the academy, and when you sink into the undercurrent, don't go with the mud and sand, think about the cornerstone that the academy has built for your soul.

What a boast.

How like a world away.

Lu Bixing came back to his senses, suppressed his expression, and pulled the blanket over the boss: "Let's go, let's go to the office building for a while, you should go back to the hospital."

Chief Edward grabbed his wrist. The young man's hand looked normal. It was medium-sized for a man, neither thin nor particularly thick. His fingers were slender and his palm was warm. The boss whispered, "I The net weight of the wheelchair is close to one ton, and you can lift it up with bare hands. I also heard that you sleep less than three hours a day, but you don’t seem to be tired at all.”

Lu Bixing casually said, "I'm young..."

Chief Edward interrupted him: "What have you done to yourself?"

Lu Bixing paused, but it may be because the boss is the only elder he can talk to so far, and he is already terminally ill anyway, so he can't control him anymore. There are a lot of uncertainties, and it is not convenient to share them now, if I succeed, maybe I can build a super team with extremely high spiritual power."

The boss asked sharply: "The kind of super team that is half human and not ghost?"

"Of course not," Lu Bixing said frankly, "If AI could replace human beings, modern warfare would have long been turned into a war of robots. The AI ​​team in Silver Fortress would not be so easily defeated. The experience of failure lies ahead."

"You know what I'm talking to you isn't about what kind of soldiers are easy to use." The chief's attitude became tough, "Do you know the danger of this thing? If..."

"If I die, my obligations will end here." Lu Bixing said calmly, "But as long as I live for a day, I will never fall into the situation of being slaughtered by others."

I will tear apart the road from this isolated island to the outside world by myself, smash their whitewashed peace, and make those people pay their due price.

The boss: "Listen to your own words, don't you find it contradictory? You plan to use this idea to open up an era? An era of great navigation?"

"No contradiction," Lu Bixing cast his eyes down, "What new era? It's all just for kids."

The boss didn't say anything for a long time, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and he coughed violently, as if he was going to turn his heart and lungs out.

Lu Bixing sighed and turned the wheelchair to block the strong wind for him.

The boss exhaled tremblingly: "It must be done. If I leave in the future, and you go the wrong way, no one can stop you."

The back of Lu Bixing's hands tightened, and the armrest of the wheelchair made a "crack" sound as if it was overwhelmed.

"Chief," he asked softly, "why didn't you sign the euthanasia bill, because you don't trust me?"

"Euthanasia ends pain and gives people dignity and peace," the CEO's voice sounded like a bellows. "I give up dignity and peace, and stay until the last second, struggling with this galaxy until the last second. I..."

He broke his voice and his whole body twitched. Lu Bixing said, "I'll give you a painkiller and sleeping pill, and take you back to sleep, okay?"

The chief executive grasped him tightly like chicken feet: "I... I... I resigned seven times in the eight-star system government... and came back for the eighth time... and took over at the most difficult time... as the chief executive..."

"Okay, I know, Edward..."

"I...I'm a worthless person...I didn't see any hope until...until you guys...you must do it, can you also give yourself seven chances to be reduced to ashes, and then...resurrect from the ashes? If you insist on coaxing the child...that's...that's..."

After 45 days, the boss was reduced to ashes for the eighth time, and finally came to the end.

For Lu Bixing, a ten-year-long, endless trial and error began.

The author has something to say: about time: the eighth galaxy perspective uses the eighth galaxy time, the one with more than 400 days a year, and the other galaxy perspectives still use Votto time, okay?