imperfections

Lin Jingheng put his finger on his personal terminal. He thought he was fearless all his life. At that moment, what he thought in his heart was not to kick open the door and break in, but to shut his eyes and listen to the bug, and erase Zhanlu's record , jumped out of the window, and then pretended he didn't hear anything.

Lu Bixing continued in a very soft voice: "I don't want him to feel that it's because he made me feel insecure..."

Lin Jingheng's breathing stagnates.

"...He accommodated me too much, and the pressure was always great," Lu Bixing said, "He is very boring, and he won't let go of his worries."

Dr. Harden: "..."

When the old man thought of what Lin Jingheng did on the asteroid, his heart trembled, and he felt that he might not know the same person as Lu Bixing.

Lu Bixing saw the little expression on the doctor's face about to appeal, and he knew that the old man who was suffering was afraid that Lin Jingheng had deceived him, so he came to him to complain.

There seems to be nothing wrong with this complaint.

Lu Bixing had no choice but to smile at him with a sense of apology, and at the same time, he felt a little bit uncomfortable-everyone thought that Lin Jingheng was an arrogant bastard. The fragments of the exploding ecological cabin pierced through the air, and after turning around, he was resurrected with full blood, as if he would not be hurt, not afraid, and not a mortal body.

"I always want to escape, Dr. Harden," Lu Bixing said, "I used to like to play that kind of soft-hearted role, handing over the power of decision-making to others, and imagining that just by making suggestions with one mouth, everyone will be happy, forever Don’t make choices that may hurt some people, and always want to be a good person... I later found out that this is not the spirit of humanism, it’s just that I’m passing on the pressure—I’m just talking about the closure of the eighth galaxy, With our current level of technology, we can't even stabilize the communication signal, so how can we destroy the natural wormhole area?"

Dr. Harden sighed: "Yes, and after all, you belong to General Lu Xin..."

"I am the son of the eighth galaxy, and I only have one caretaker, and he is in the cemetery," Lu Bixing interrupted Old Harden flatly, and then, as if aware of his blunt tone, Lu Bixing smiled at him again After a while, "I personally admire General Lu Xin and his declaration of freedom, but you also know that I only retain a little bit of his genes in a part of my body. The blood relationship is not deep, and there is no spiritual inheritance. It's okay, let's play the emotional card to fool outsiders."

Lin Jingheng looked in the direction of the living room in disbelief, her gaze seemed to penetrate the thick stairwell and soundproof door.

After such a long time, he hasn't figured out how to discuss Lu Xin with Lu Bixing.Because Lu Xin is also a part of the past, the last time they talked about General Lu Xin, the two of them were trapped by the rainbow virus together, and they were on the way to the old nest outside the anti-Ukrainian society with all their eggs in one basket. General Lu's "masterpiece".

Lin Jingheng thought about it a lot, and he even worried secretly whether Lu Bixing would blame him for his long concealment, or felt that he had other motives for his approach at the beginning.

But no, Lu Bixing has always maintained his state after injecting the soothing agent No. [-]—calm and withdrawn from this matter.

It turns out that he doesn't care, isn't it because the layout is big and he can think about it?

Lu Bixing said politely to Dr. Harden: "I'm sorry to bother you with these confusions."

"No," Dr. Harden shook his head, "If Jing Shu is willing to sit down and talk to me like you, instead of forcing me to give her experimental data, probably..."

"Miss Lin's idea is not necessarily unreasonable," Lu Bixing said, "If the world becomes what she envisioned, at least it will not repeat the mistakes of the Garden of Eden."

"President Lu," Dr. Harden suddenly turned serious, his old face like a bitter melon was covered with an indescribable expression because of this strange solemnity, "In fact, no matter how hard you think, no matter how hard you think, you want to find a way for the future. The new way out, no matter what kind of new relationship or new system the alliance and the eighth galaxy will have in the future, they will eventually repeat the mistakes of the alliance and be destroyed again. This is destined—this is I have lived for more than 300 years, have done countless wrong things, and taken countless detours, the only experience I can tell you."

Lu Bixing was taken aback.

"Back then, the management committee of the Garden of Eden covered the sky with one hand, and I, Laura, Woolf, Lin Jingshu...even Jingheng, all pushed the alliance more or less. On the surface, it was the struggle between us that caused the alliance to fall apart. ,” Dr. Harden said, “but in fact, the last census before the war showed that within the Union, the birth rate of children with anencephaly has been rising rapidly at an annual rate of 0.4% in the past ten years. The consumption is also increasing year by year, which means that if this development continues, within a generation, there will be chaos in the alliance, and at best we have only accelerated the process."

"I don't know if Mr. Lu has heard of the classic horror conjecture in the ancient earth era." Dr. Harden said, "Someone asked, 'Will our future die because of Orwell or Huxley'(Note 1)?"

"Well, I've heard a little bit, the year of AD, the 20th century," Lu Bixing said, "Interstellar civilization sprouted, and historians believe that this is the beginning of the countdown to the 'Era of Earth'."

"Yes, these two great prophets, one describes a society driven by high-handed tyranny, driven by never-ending hatred and despotism; An environment of eternal but fruitless wars, another era where wars disappear, human beings are united, and everyone is soaked in psychedelic drugs.” Dr. Harden said in a hoarse and soothing voice, “But four An Epoch has passed, and the reality is that we often vacillate between these two prophecies—such as the old ephemeris era overthrown by the Alliance, such as the Garden of Eden that has become very dangerous..."

Lu Bixing asked: "There is also the Freedom Legion?"

"The Liberty Legion... The Liberty Legion dares to think a little bit more. Lin Jingshu's ambition has a sense of destruction. She tries to combine two seemingly diametrically opposed traps into one. The biochip rises with the east wind after the shattered Garden of Eden, and lures those who are in pain. Vulnerable people voluntarily fall into the trap, undergo transformation, use technology to interfere with the social structure. Will's world." Dr. Harden smiled wryly, "She made money efficiently and quickly, and she killed a bloody road with a knife."

Lu Bixing thought for a while: "In some respects, it is very remarkable. From a contemporary perspective, we think that she may be cruel and inhumane, but what if she really succeeds? After a few years, everyone will see her from the history books. If you read about the chaotic alliance on the Internet, you will despise it very much, because in them, everyone follows the steps and performs their duties, and there is a fixed promotion path. Everyone will not be confused, and they are very happy. There is no oppression either—the hierarchical suppression of the chip makes them obey from the heart, without feeling oppressed, and without feeling the need to resist..."

"There will be no more 'survivors' in this world," Harden continued, "because they will no longer have disasters. If she doesn't succeed, she will be a murderous and drug-trafficking interstellar pirate. If she succeeds, she will be a future saint."

Lu Bixing glanced at him half-jokingly: "I almost agreed with my heart, I said Dr. Harden, you are not a spy sent by the Freedom Legion, are you?"

Dr. Harden: "But I don't agree. From the age of the earth to the new ephemeris era, human civilization has spanned four epochs. For tens of thousands of years, the long-term 'stability' in these two prophecies has not been realized. Except In the great and short age of great voyages, we always face sharp social contradictions after a period of peace, and then go to chaos or war. After a blast, we survive devastated, and then go to a new cycle—— — over and over again, like being cursed.”

Lu Bixing stopped laughing. After a long time, he said carefully, "Are you saying that this is the price of freedom? Do you still believe in the Declaration of Freedom?"

"That's the price of freedom," Dr. Harden corrected, "because the so-called 'freedom' has never been achieved, neither by the elite nor by the masses. You know, President, it's even been said, 'The people don't need freedom', because the higher the degree of 'freedom', the heavier the responsibility, and if you can't bear it, you will be willing to put it in prison. Even the chief admits that you always want to give the right to choose Others become a person who is 'forced to obey orders', not to mention mediocre ordinary people like us."

Lu Bixing deeply felt the same, and felt even more lost.

"Paying such a high price, it turns out that everyone is just shouting slogans, and no one knows what freedom is. The Declaration of Freedom is more like a joke." Dr. Harden said, "Then why don't we learn from Orwell and Hersh? Choose one of Li's two roads at random, and go on forever and forever?"

Lu Bixing's expression flickered slightly, he lowered his head, and looked into Dr. Harden's cloudy old eyes.

“Some people say that Orwell and Huxley describe the world in reverse, but they are both describing the same thing,” Dr. Harden said. It's the 'claustrophobia' of society as a whole."

"We are like a footless bird in the legend (Note 2), which can never stop. If we stop, we will be inactivated and then perish. We must expand, and we must constantly open up new worlds. The concept of claustrophobia is also accompanied by activities. The scope expanded and became wider and wider. I remember that Jingheng and I discussed this issue on the asteroid. In ancient times, billions of people were crowded on an asteroid, and no one felt that they were locked up, because in On a natural planet with good conditions, natural resources can be completely self-sufficient. But now, the chief wants to cut off the contact between the eight galaxies and the alliance, and your term is still 'closed'."

Anger, anxiety, pain, and ignorance are free will itself.

"Declaration of Freedom, high-sounding, false and illogical, but the reason why it can stand there is because it conforms to human nature, the chief, and nature is not necessarily logical, otherwise, when you reproduce and mate, why are you young? People are still obsessed with love that is useless and painful?" Dr. Harden asked the robot to lift the instrument and pretended to leave, "Unless this nature disappears one day, but the human beings on that day may be the same as now. We are not a species, Mr. Lu, since you have finally given up on the path of human evolution with your own hands, you should be mentally prepared at any time."

Lu Bixing helped him pick up his coat.

"Get ready," Lu Bixing said in a low voice, "yes, after all, we opened up the channel of the natural wormhole ourselves. It's really self-inflicted. But I still have to thank you on behalf of the expedition team. It is said that the establishment of cross-wormhole communication, The expedition team has benefited a lot from you. Dr. Harden, as an expert in human-computer interaction, you also have a lot of experience in communication technology. It seems that you are imprisoned in a space prison and practice makes perfect."

Dr. Harden gave a wry smile unsuspectingly: "That's right, I only have the tools of primitive people in my hands, fighting against the most sophisticated space prisons, for more than ten years, don't mention me, even the one who was in school all day The violent lunatics who cut classes have become half-experts."

Lu Bixing said nonchalantly, "He said he couldn't remember how many times he failed."

Dr. Harden naturally thought that Lin Jingheng had mentioned this passage, and said casually: "I can remember that more than 2000 transmissions failed. If you change to someone who is not so hard-hearted, you must be crazy."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

How did a wise old expert across multiple fields fall into the trap of fraudulent health products... the scene.

Simply invisible.

Lu Bixing's hands supporting the back of Harden's wheelchair trembled.

Two thousand... many times.

So every time you get the message of failure, do you climb to the roof and watch the stars alone?

Isn't that dark?

But I was no longer the young man who dragged him to the market, holding an orange to make him smile, and could no longer promise without hesitation "no matter where you go, I will go with you".

"Doctor," Lu Bixing blurted out, "If in a relationship, you find that you can no longer bring happiness to the other party, but you have been forcing him and dragging him, shouldn't you just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the living room was roughly pushed open, and hit the wall with a "bang", and the door hinge and the wall uttered a scream at the same time.

Dr. Harden, who was old and nervous, was so frightened by the movement that he almost fell out of his wheelchair.

The robot Zhanlu quickly slid along the ceiling: "The door shaft is damaged, the wall is sunken, please turn on the home inspection function——Sir, I need to remind you that this is a very uncivilized act of violence..."

Lin Jingheng: "Go away."

Zhanlu shut his mouth, slid down from the ceiling, and fell to the ground as a man with short flaxen hair. He quickly stepped forward to take Dr. Harden's wheelchair: "I'll take you home."

Just now, Dr. Harden, who was pointing out the history and the future from the height of human beings, didn't dare to fart, so he decisively tucked his tail and followed Zhanlu to dodge.

Lin Jingheng stood stiffly on the spot, his eyes were nailed to Lu Bixing's body, motionless.

Anyway, with outsiders around, you have to save some face for the chief, so Lin Jingheng waited until the door rang, knowing that Dr. Harden had left, then picked up Lu Bixing by the collar, and pressed him against the wall: " Come and talk."

Before Lu Bixing came back to his senses, he said in a panic, "You... When did you come back? Why didn't Zhanlu..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted him and squeezed out a sentence: "What did you say to that old man just now, tell me again."

Lu Bixing——Mr. Chief, who just stood at the height of human beings and looked into the distance, and has not had time to step off the high platform—has absolutely no courage, and wishes to travel back to a minute ago, and put his obsessive words back into his throat In the eyes, the legs are a little soft.

Lin Jingheng pressed her step by step: "Is it 'should' be something?"

Lu Bixing's lips parted: "I..."

His flustered behavior was like pouring a handful of hot oil on Lin Jingheng's burning heart, and the magma was blown up, and his limbs were boiling. Lin Jingheng felt that he had never been so angry in his life. Thinking of Lu Bixing The indistinguishable chip on his body, the unwarranted medical records in Zhanlu's complaint, and the crackling of his knuckles... I can't wait to round this person up and throw him on the ground, turning him into a spinning top.

Of course, the miser was so angry that he was not willing to smash the jade bottle. Lin Jingheng's heart exploded three times, his thoracic spine was burned, and he was not willing to let the boss grow a hair. He froze for a moment, and punched hard on the wall , turned around and left, intending to find a place to put out the fire, but was grabbed by Lu Bixing.

"You said you were not injured, you said you were just taken back by the Freedom Corps and imprisoned for a few years, what's the matter with the brain damage? What do you mean 'Lin Jingshu wants you to be a vegetable all the time'?" Lu Bixing's voice was suppressed in his throat Lin Jingheng grabbed the hem of Lin Jingheng's shirt, and Lin Jingheng struggled hard, but did not break free—the animal had a biochip to cheat, Lu Bixing involuntarily inserted his fingers into his clothes, and pressed on the scar on his lower abdomen, "This is another what's going on?"

The author has something to say: Note 1: Orwell: author of "1984"; author of Huxley's "Brave New World"

Note 2: "Bird Without Feet" - from "Days of Being Wild"