imperfections

"Principal!" screamed a young teacher.

The headmaster, who was about to reach the age of retirement, stepped forward with a heavy face, and pulled all the young people under him behind him, and glanced at the faces of the gunmen—they all knew each other, they were all acquaintances.

Now these chip people with guns in their hands were all colleagues who used to hold breakfast in the cafeteria to ask good morning. They are usually just like ordinary people, and some of them are even quicker in thinking and easier to get along with.The headmaster's eyes fell on the leader—that was his teaching backbone, who had just been promoted to the dean of the School of Basic Medical Sciences, and the headmaster planned to train him as a future successor candidate.

"Dean Zhao," the headmaster looked at his wishful right-hand man, his heart sank, "Don't you know how the Second Polytechnic University survived the pirates' artillery fire? Why did you betray us?"

"Principal," Dean Zhao, the gun-wielding chipman, replied calmly, "This is not betrayal, it's a choice. I choose to be a pioneer in the evolution of mankind. We followed the great master and explored a bright future. Come back and invite our fellow citizens to join the new world."

The principal didn't expect such a shameless statement, and his brain was boiling with anger, but he quickly forced himself to calm down, thinking quickly about what to do, and at the same time asked: "Your so-called 'new world' Is it necessary to force everyone to implant biochips? In my opinion, it is unnecessary to spend so much energy implanting chips, you can destroy everyone humanely, and then create new humans from embryos.”

"Principal," Dean Zhao said to him sincerely, "You have a deep misunderstanding of us. We are going through a long journey, and the ultimate goal is to make all compatriots live a happier life. You may not accept some ideas, that's okay, just It's like the ancestors in ancient times didn't accept 'the earth is not the center of the universe' at the beginning."

The principal is a person who has experienced wars. After seeing the battle, he knew in his heart that the government of the second galaxy may have been overthrown, so there must be no way to call the police. The army does not know what is going on. Maybe they also spit mud together.

The chip man will definitely block the remote jump point of the second galaxy, block the remote signal, and prevent them from asking for help in the outer galaxy... And behind him is an entire school of unarmed students, a large part of which are even minors.

How to do?

A young teacher heard the words of the Freedom Corps, and for a moment forgot that he was being pointed at by a laser gun, and said angrily: "Nonsense!

This young civilized man's face was blushing, and he didn't hold back a single swear word, and even swearing seemed very reasonable: "You cults, barbarians, criminals who destroy the Declaration of Freedom, you will not succeed! We Even if you die, you won't put on a dog collar and kneel on the ground like you to live!"

Dean Zhao was also very polite, and replied: "The chip can make your body evolve and your thinking more agile. Besides, it will not interfere with your life, your choices, or even interfere with your life like the Garden of Eden. Thoughts and emotions, in essence, it does not conflict with the Declaration of Freedom. The chip is more like an ID card, and it is a bit harsh to describe it as a 'dog ring'."

"Fuck!" said the exasperated teacher, "How many classes do you divide people into? The lower-level chip must obey the upper-level chip unconditionally. Is this an ID card? This is an ideological prison!"

Dean Zhao smiled slightly and put down the laser gun: "Does your so-called 'freedom' mean absolute freedom? My God, you are also a highly educated person, so you wouldn't say such substandard words——No Chip, don't you usually have to obey the instructions of your superiors? Even if you don't have a superior, don't you need to obey the law unconditionally?"

He didn't wait for the angry young teacher to refute, and continued on his own: "In the new world, the orders given to you by the high-level chip holder are equivalent to the law, because the orders he issued were not out of his own desires. It is a social norm passed down layer by layer through different levels of chips. Control people's behavior through biochips instead of punishment. In the future, there will be no people who know the law and those who violate the law, and there will be no more corrupt law enforcement. personnel."

"You are a fallacy!"

"I'm not, it's because your thinking is too limited, friend, in your narrow definition, 'law' only has written terms and conditions, and the only way to ensure its effectiveness is to punish illegal and criminal acts!"

Dean Zhao turned to the principal quickly: "We all know that the reason why human beings defeat other species and reach the top of the food chain depends on special social cooperation, and social cooperation originates from the illusory ideology in our brains. It can be said that ideology It is the core of the operation of human society."

"It ranges from life beliefs, political systems, and religious systems to small regional customs and habits, and even obsessed with a sports and entertainment idol... These free-born ideologies are like flourishing weeds, full of vitality, but they are also out of control. , because everyone’s brain is isolated, and various ideologies will develop at any time. Different ideologies may be incompatible with each other, or even completely incomprehensible with each other. We will constantly conflict with each other, and finally will Evolve into mutual hatred, and the world will once again fall into turmoil and collapse—this is our innate defect, and it is a stumbling block that prevents us from moving towards a higher civilization," Dean Zhao said, "We are an inferior species."

Everyone was stunned by his long speech, and they didn't know whether they were persuaded by him or thought he was crazy. Anyway, they all opened their eyes wide, shining on the impassioned Dean Zhao like a row of big eyelights.

"The ultimate goal of the biochip is to add a scabbard to this free ideology like a double-edged sword. It will be a better and more tolerant society. If we can stop the internal friction between people, the speed of technological explosion It will be twice as fast as it is now, I implore you to jump out of your stubborn thinking frame and think carefully," Dean Zhao calmly persuaded, "In addition, in order to ensure the safety of the school, please come forward as soon as possible to maintain the order of the students and appease everyone to pass smoothly. to the new society."

A flash of inspiration flashed in the headmaster's mind, and he pretended to hesitate for a moment. He said, "You have convinced me a little bit, but... I can't guarantee that I can calm down the panicked students. Telling the children in the language they understand may help a little.”

Dean Zhao thought he had compromised, and readily agreed: "Of course, we fully support your work."

Dean Zhao, the chip man, as a teaching backbone, is of course very good at being a teacher. Impromptu speeches come as soon as he opens his mouth. Soon, after greeting his superiors, a group of chip people set up a broadcasting platform—not only The Second Polytechnic University, and facing the entire second galaxy, like a missionary, told the concept and prospect of the Free Legion chip empire in pieces.

The principal—kneeling fast because he knows current affairs, he also got good treatment, pointed at his gun and put it away. The chip people returned the office to him, asked him to connect his personal terminal to the Internet to listen to it, and returned it to him. Here comes the supper supper.

He heard the propaganda words of the Freedom Legion in his ears, and the personal terminal quietly checked the second galaxy network—as expected, the remote communication port was closed, and the second galaxy was cut off from the outside world, but...

The headmaster picked up the teacup, covered his movements, and quickly entered a string of keys.

When the Silver Ten Guards fought guerrilla battles with pirates in the seven galaxies, they left some "secrets" in each galaxies, which were simple remote communication ports—the principle was the same as the transition point, without the hardware of the transition point, the macroscopic It is impossible for people and objects to pass through, but communication signals can.

This was done by the third silver guard back then, in order to prevent these all-pervasive pirates from secretly controlling a certain area and taking over the jump point by the way, making it impossible to call for help.

After all these years, is the wartime equipment still usable?

The principal doesn't know.

Even if it can still be used, the Silver Ten Guardians have already passed through the natural wormhole area and went to the eighth galaxy. Can they receive it in the Year of the Monkey?

The headmaster didn't know either.

But he had no choice but to try this way.

The principal edited the distress message and took a deep breath.Once the information is sent, the chip people who are very sensitive to human-computer interaction will immediately notice it, but they don't know the secret port and communication path attached to the intranet in advance. Once the information is sent, people cannot stop it with the propagation speed of electromagnetic waves. .

"Principal," at some point, Dean Zhao's public brainwashing speech ended, "please say a few words, too."

The headmaster raised his head. At this time, although there was only a cold lecture platform in front of him, and he could not see the audience, he could feel that his anxious students were waiting for his voice with their ears.

"Yes, it's me, students." The headmaster said carefully, "Before you all, I have heard Dean Zhao's theory in advance, and many things he said are very novel perspectives. , I hadn’t thought about it before, so I asked him to share his thoughts with everyone—”

Seeing that he cooperated so well, the chip people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Environment and experience make everyone different. The ancients said 'others are hell'. Without similar experiences, it is difficult for you to understand another person. The conflict of ideas is everywhere. People quarrel in reality and argue on the Internet. Attacking each other in political activities, even launching bloody conflicts and wars, and even if these battles are endless, they will always only temporarily win the side with the loudest voice, and it is impossible to distinguish right from wrong."

Dean Zhao laughed and cheered for him: "Even universal values ​​will be constantly overthrown and rebuilt. Right and wrong are time-limited."

"But what I want to say is that it is very normal and not scary to hold different views and views," the principal said in a deep voice. His personal terminal showed that the secret port was connected. This so-called 'belief' has been a life-long struggle, but I have never understood why I believe in this, why I have such a point of view."

Dean Zhao's face changed suddenly.

The distress message was sent successfully.

The next moment, the Freedom Corps received an alarm, and the chip man broke into the principal's office, the door was violently broken open, and the photo frame of the Silver Twins fell to the ground with a "slap" on the wall.

The principal sat motionless behind his desk: "The third level of freedom is the right to choose, choose what you like, what you don't like, and choose your way of life. The second level of freedom is the freedom of thought. Through time and space, good or evil depends on your mood. The first-class freedom is that you can be with yourself at any time and be loyal to yourself. Even if you are temporarily kidnapped by a certain trend of thought, you can wake up one day and chat with yourself. Let's talk about the ins and outs..."

The words were not sent at all. After the chip man realized that he had been tricked, he immediately cut off all contact with the outside world and arrested him.

The old headmaster was powerless to resist, and was dragged out like a dead cat. He stared into the eyes of those chip people: "...you have the right to know why you are angry, anxious, hated, jealous, you have the right..."

His voice stopped abruptly, one hand squeezed his neck, and injected an opium chip into the back of his neck neatly.

The body immediately responded to the biochip, and the old principal curled up into a ball convulsively, making a "uh uh" sound from his throat. After 5 minutes, he remained motionless.

A chip man stepped forward, turned him over, and found that his pupils had begun to dilate, and the injected biochip was inactivated.

"died?"

The chip is injected into the human body, the human body acts as the host, and will soon be controlled by the chip. During this process, the host has a 1% chance of dying. These people have firmly rejected the biochip. Their will has affected the body, and they will die with the last chance. .

"What should we do? The information can't be retrieved now," a chip man whispered to Dean Zhao. "It's an unknown channel. He's dead. It's difficult for us to trace the location of the receiving end."

"Don't be nervous," said Dean Zhao, "I have just reported to the higher authorities. According to reliable analysis, the receiving terminal is likely to be the Silver Ten Guards back then. The Silver Ten Guards are now in the eighth galaxy and are isolated by wormholes. It will not be received within 100 years."

The distress message of "I won't receive it within 100 years" arrived at the secret remote port at close to the speed of light, and then was turned to a farther direction, out of the encirclement, and will reach the first galaxy in about ten hours... Poisson Yang's personal terminal.

Votto.

The central area was only restored on the original basis, and the layout remained the same as when Lin Jingheng left. Lu Bixing followed them around the confronting alliance parliament building with ease.

"After the death of General Lu Xin, this place was sealed up and returned to the Military Commission." Li Fulan explained, "Generally speaking, it will be demolished and rebuilt, and assigned to other people, but Woolf did not let it go... It has always been The blockade was abandoned, and later General Lu Xin was rehabilitated, and the alliance regained Woto, it should have been repaired here—you see.”

There are a few security robots patrolling the main entrance, and a stone statue of Lu Xin is erected at the entrance. Since he just commemorated the anniversary of his death, there are many flowers under the stone statue.

Li Fulan: "Beside the stone statue, there should be an entrance registration office. It seems that this place should be regarded as a memorial hall now, open to the public, for people to commemorate."

Fortunately, the security of the memorial hall is not very strict. Engineer 001 managed to keep the chain this time, and successfully fixed several security robots, allowing Zhanlu to successfully control the large and small surveillance cameras in the courtyard.

"Okay, let's go... Jingheng?"

Lin Jingheng came back to his senses, let out a "huh", and looked away in embarrassment.

No matter how old Lu Bixing is, he has not been back here for many years.

In this day and age, as long as you want to restore it, you can restore it to the same score. Lu Xin's home is exactly the same as the one in Lin Jingheng's memory, even the branches in the garden that look like dogs gnawing on him are exactly the same. When he walked in for a while, he almost had some kind of illusion—— It seemed that he was still at Wulan Academy, busy around, and reluctantly came back to live in a few days during the holiday.

Lu Bixing held his elbow: "What's wrong?"

"Auntie... your mother will come here to pick me up every time," Lin Jingheng said softly, "it doesn't matter what time it is when I come back."

Lu Bixing was taken aback, followed his gaze, there was a small room in the hall, with simple tables and chairs, tea sets on the table, and soft carpets on the floor.

"One time it was very late, and I told her in advance that she didn't have to wait. Unexpectedly, when she came back, the lights were still on there, and she was writing lesson plans on the table while waiting for me with a coat over her pajamas. "

Bayer appropriately asked Zhanlu to turn on the light in the small hall.

Ever since Lu Bixing learned that everything about his "mother" was fabricated by the one-eyed eagle, his impression of "mother" has become confused and blurred, even if he saw what the real Mrs. Lu looks like from Zhanlu In the same way, it is also difficult for him to connect her with himself.

But Lin Jingheng is like a key to the unknown past. Suddenly, through his few words, the strange woman who lives in the picture has a reality in Lu Bixing's heart.