imperfections

"Put on a tie for me quickly," Lu Bixing hurriedly put on his shirt next door, "It's too late!"

Lin Jingheng responded casually, walked into the cloakroom, and talked to Turan: "Still haven't found it?"

"Turned through it thoroughly, no," Turan said, "You didn't notice that the command ship leaked at the time, but fortunately the protective gas at the back blocked the gap after it solidified, it should have fallen outside at that time, how dangerous it is Boss, didn't you hear the alarm?"

"At that time, there were so many alarms in the mech that it almost deafened me. How could I notice so many?" The ties in the big drawer are arranged in a row according to the color, and the patterns are so dizzying, "Lu Bixing, is that your neck or the flagpole?"

Hearing this, Turan laughed like a dog, and almost blurted out that he asked the commander-in-chief to play the video, so that he could visit the chief's private cloakroom. Fortunately, he came back rationally at the last moment, biting the tip of his tongue to bleed, so he could hold back the swearing. The head curtain left.

"By the way, what's in that little box you lost?" Turan coughed twice and asked seriously, "Why do I sound like a ring?"

Lin Jingheng snorted, as a tacit consent, and glanced at the date and time—[-] o'clock in the morning on February [-]st, so he opened the second drawer perfunctorily, and took the seventh tie from the first row of ties. He threw it to Lu Bixing without looking at it.

Before Turan could speak, he heard Lu Bixing scream, "But I'm going to court today, baby!"

Lin Jingheng took a look, and found that the silk tie she casually threw to him was covered with diamond-shaped grids, and each grid had a naive pumpkin, which matched Lu Bixing's curly locks of curled hair very well.

In short, it doesn't look like a serious chief executive.

The corner of his mouth slightly pursed, and he leaned against the door of the cloakroom, admiring the "unserious chief" jumping around in a hurry, showing a little smile.

Turan swallowed what he was about to say just now, and said in shock, "Tong, Commander... What did he call you just now?"

"Commander-in-chief" felt that she was not good at handling affairs and had many problems, so he decisively cut off the communication.

Lu Bixing finally chose the most modest clothes, picked up the hair conditioner, and sprayed it on his head indiscriminately—this man was a stinky skilled worker at first glance, and he smoothed out his hair. , it all depends on the feel, without having to glance in the mirror.

Then Lu Bixing remembered something again, pulled down the corners of his naturally upturned mouth, and turned around to ask: "How do you look this time, are you serious?"

Lin Jingheng didn't answer, and lit a cigarette slowly: "What, nervous?"

"Just kidding," Lu Bixing smiled nervously, trying to cover up, "I'm not nervous when I'm being chased by an entire galaxy of artificial intelligence mechs, why are you nervous now?"

Lin Jingheng nodded at him from the air: "Bugs and Harden."

Lu Bixing took a deep breath, and frankly withdrew his forced smile.

A month ago, the human coalition had many twists and turns, and finally blew up the mainframe of the artificial intelligence Woolf, and the artificial intelligence army that invaded the eighth galaxy surrendered immediately.

The Silver Fourth Guard, which is composed of empty brains, followed the central armies of each galaxy to leave the first galaxy, supplemented by the latest chip jamming technology, and went to wipe out the chip people entrenched in the major galaxies.After this battle, "empty brain discrimination" should always stand on the pillar of shame in history, and it will no longer cause harm to the world.

The armed forces of the entire first galaxy—that is, the mech groups controlled by artificial intelligence and chasing them to bombard them indiscriminately—have become the armed support of the human coalition forces.The commanders were so regretful that their intestines turned green, and they all said that they would not have beaten the artificial intelligence army so hard if they had known that at that time, one more mech would be worth it.

Lu Bixing sent off the human coalition army that was going to save the world, and escorted the Voto refugees who were waiting pitifully in the Heart of Rose to the Angel City Fortress. The first galaxy will conduct a thorough investigation to eliminate the remaining chip people and artificial intelligence poisons.

Lu Bixing himself brought people back to the eighth galaxy.

By the way, there was another small twist on the return journey. It turned out that Lin Shuai could catch up with a small probability event in the world-because Lin Jingheng insisted on picking up Lu at the entrance of the wormhole passage, which caused their group to be stranded in the wormhole passage. After thirteen days, it almost broke the record. If it weren't for the intermittent signals coming from inside, Lin Jingheng almost tore the wormhole passage with his hands to fish out the person.

So far, after the turmoil, many things have finally settled.

Lu Bixing will also fulfill the promise he made to the people of the eight star systems before he left - to accept the public trial on the Nuwa project and the illegal chip experiment.

For Lu Bixing, life and death in the first galaxy is what he should do, but when he returns to the eighth galaxy to accept the public trial, it is inevitable that there will be ups and downs...he has poured his painstaking efforts for more than ten years, and the most unforgettable joy and pain in his life It's all engraved under the stone bricks of Galactic City.

"He... Lu... Well, my father," Lu Bixing asked suddenly, "What was it like when Woto was asked to appear in court for a public trial?"

"He has fought for the alliance all his life, so he believes that the alliance will give him justice, and he also believes that those he has protected will not betray him," Lin Jingheng said softly after a moment of silence, "but in a person's life, success or failure is a tragedy. Joy, to a large extent, does not depend on the cause and effect of an individual's actions, but on luck. A person with amazing talent will become a legend 200 years later, but 200 years earlier, he can only be a thunder that subverts the world. , turn into ashes together with the gravel and dust. No matter how good the flowers are, they must bloom in accordance with the season."

Lu Bixing looked at him almost in amazement, never expecting that the word "fortune" would come out of Lin Jingheng's mouth one day.

Thin white smoke rose from his fingertips, smearing those eyes that were always filled with hatred. The man leaned against the wooden door, his eyes turned out to be far-reaching and quiet.

Lu Bixing suddenly thought that he had changed a lot in the past 20 years.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you." Lin Jingheng said, "Don't be nervous, your luck is neither too early nor too late."

The people are not blinded by the Garden of Eden, have just struggled out of the most dangerous situation, and have not been dazzled by the "prosperity" with ulterior motives, and their eyes and hearts are clear.And set up an interstellar anti-missile system, resist the invasion of artificial intelligence, and equalize the rights of empty brains... The eighth galaxy has just started on the right track, and Lu Bixing's achievements have not faded. This is his best season, and he can not fear the wind and rain.

The Supreme Court of the Eighth Galaxy is located not far from the central square of Galaxy City. Before the time came, the gate was already full of people. The media not only dispatched robots this time, but the whole block was noisy and usually very quiet. The base of the stone statue of General Lu Xin was full of people, and the guards couldn't control them, so they had already withdrawn.

"The rainbow virus was once the deepest wound in the eighth galaxy..."

"However, when the rainbow virus was used to transform the body, Chief Lu was incapacitated. The relevant persons were all dead and unable to appear in court..."

"Then when the second Nuwa project happens..."

"The initiators of the second Nüwa project are some extremists in the Anti-Ukraine Society. The mutated rainbow virus and biochips used in the research are all items seized from places during the war. According to the 'Special Wartime Act', engineering, security, and united front Departments above the level of deputy ministers have the right to use the items seized by the enemy in order to better deal with the situation of the war. Chief Lu has the right to call, but the call procedure is not in compliance. Subjectively, it did not harm public safety, and objectively, it did not cause losses to the public. In this case, we think it should be dealt with as an administrative violation."

"But human experiments..."

"In the 'Protection of Human Rights Act', the article on 'prohibition of human experimentation' stipulates that the so-called 'illegal human experimentation' includes forcing, inducing or using other means to conduct experiments on others in abnormal ways, causing physical and mental damage to them—— Obviously, there is no third party in the entire research process of Director Lu."

"Everyone, the street outside the Supreme Court is called 'Rainbow Street'. It used to be a muddy market, and it was also the place where the mutant Rainbow virus broke out in Venus. It was also full of plagues, panic, Hunger and poverty, please look down at the flat pedestrian street and wide street below, and then look up at the airway where people and vehicles separate and the towering building of the highest court—"

Lin Jingheng, who was watching the scene, relaxed her back, leaned on the soft seat, and said to Dr. Harden beside him, "How about it, can his chip be taken out?"

"It should be possible," Dr. Harden said, "The modified body is the foundation, and it has the conditions for safe mutation, and there are countless possibilities for mutation. The function of the chip is to guide the body mutation to the ideal direction. I see his body The situation has stabilized and it should be possible to try to extract it in a few years."

Lin Jingheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes: "It sounds like the hierarchical biological chips of the Freedom Corps, and the principle is completely different."

Dr. Harden had no doubts about him, and explained seriously: "Indeed, the information in Mr. Lu's hands was obtained from the Anti-Ukraine Society. It is the original information left by Laura. It is completely different from the Freedom Legion's route... ..."

Lin Jingheng didn't wait for him to finish: "Then why did you call when we first came back, deliberately mentioning what bullshit inspiration the Freedom Corps chip gave you?"

Dr. Harden froze.

Lin Jingheng watched the old man become a frog that was targeted by a snake, propping his head on the armrest of the small sofa: "Huh?"

Dr. Harden was a little panicked by his stare: "I...I...just..."

Lin Jingheng suddenly smiled, stopped holding on to him, patted him on the shoulder disrespectfully, stood up and left without waiting for the outcome of the trial.

Marshal Ringle's notebook records a small chat, 300 years ago, the nonsense nerd Harden told his friend and brother that a sick creature can only be defeated by something more sick.

Woolf retorted him that artificial intelligence without framework authority will eventually become anti-human and must be destroyed.

What he didn't record was that after Woolf thought about it, he said: "If there is a day when you need to use the sword to achieve a certain purpose, you must destroy it as soon as possible after it is used up. You must take advantage of it. Exposing its harm before creating a backup host is drinking poison to quench thirst, the longer man and machine 'peacefully coexist', the deeper the poisoning will be and the more irreversible the consequences will be."

"I'm...I want to give it a try," Dr. Harden said behind Lin Jingheng, "I don't know if he still remembers what he said back then, and I don't know whether I should tell you, after all...after all It has been 300 years, and we have all become ignorant of ourselves, this is a deadly war, I am afraid that speaking out will mislead you..."

Lin Jingheng waved at him from a distance.

Dr. Harden shut his mouth, a little dazed.Many things have changed, many things have not changed, some memories have faded, and their faces have changed beyond recognition, while others seem to be engraved in time by something——