Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

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All interstellar people saw the holographic live broadcast of the Federation Chief.

Chief Kenting stood where all eyes gathered, on the high platform of the conference hall, as if standing at the junction of life and death.

Mandatory Announcement.

This is the first time that such a large-scale mandatory announcement has been made in the decades since the federal government has been in power, and the decades since the era of peace has really come.

People were still somewhat confused, and they looked at their trusted federal chief.

People can hear the sound of various large machines running outside the window, the whispering of children, and the calling of lovers.I heard the solemn and serious voice of the Federal President.

"I don't know where you heard the holographic announcement. Maybe it was at home, maybe it was in the hospital, or maybe it was on the spaceship flying to meet your family."

His voice was steady and somewhat dull.

"I would like to give you all good and positive news, but the universe and life are always in crisis. On the day I took office, I swore to be loyal and loving forever, and always be in deep danger before the masses."

People saw that when Kenting said this, he opened his mouth, closed it again, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.

"Influenza doesn't exist, there's no flu, there's no flu that's as contagious as this," Kenting said.

People looking at the holographic announcement were even more confused.

A child pointed to Kenting’s face, and with the other little hand wanted to take off the protective helmet on his face: “Mom, Mom, the chief minister said, there is no flu! Huh, I don’t need to wear this helmet! I also You can go to school tomorrow, right?"

The child's mother held down the child's hand and looked nervously at Kenting in the holographic scene.

"This is a germ warfare initiated by the remnants of the empire, just like the disaster evacuation event of Haiyunxing. At Haiyunxing, the empire put bacterial viruses into the nursing home for veterans. In order to avoid complete infection, almost Thousands of veterans choose self-sacrifice.

Now that decades have passed, this bacterial virus has been developed to be more overbearing, and the lethality it brings is stronger.Everyone in the federation has the right to know, and after urgent discussions, the government chose to tell the truth to the masses. "

Throughout Interstellar, everyone was forced to announce Kenting's speech.

The entire interstellar space is silent at this moment.

There was confusion in people's eyes that had not faded away, and the people on the hospital bed showed despair.

They looked at Kenting, at their Commonwealth Chief, their Commonwealth Leader Kentin.

"This is a battle. The federal government will stick to the side of the masses. If necessary, all public officials of the federal government and all soldiers of the federal army will not hesitate to give their lives. Including me."

"In the face of this crisis battle, human beings are still equal."

Kenting exhaled, looking at the optical brain, as if looking at his federal population of tens of billions: "Human beings are equal. This is the only purpose of the federation when it was established thousands of years ago."

"What right do you have to talk like that?" Aiden murmured looking at the holographic scene in front of him.

He laughed, louder and louder.He even coughed a little from laughing, leaned back and forth from laughing, and started to vomit from laughing.

After the incident, Aiden's side was controlled by special forces, but no matter how the interrogator asked him, Aiden remained silent and said a word, not even a nasal sound.

It's just that when everyone was in anxiety, he would chuckle and make a hoarse hissing sound from his throat.It's like a joke and insult to everyone, as if everyone is a plaything in his hands, but he is the master of everything.

"Don't you guys understand your situation yet?" Aiden laughed so hard that he looked at the soldiers with livid faces in front of him.

He pretended to sigh: "Oh, your situation, what qualifications do you have to say that? Equality? Battle? Only the empire has the full initiative now! The empire can let you live! Equality? Hahahahaha equality? Equality death, Equal cremation, equal incineration hahahahaha!"

"You!" He looked at a soldier, "You let me go now, and when the empire re-rules Interstellar, I will make you a baron? Hahaha, when I ascend the throne, when I become emperor, I will make you Cabinet minister ha ha ha ha ha!"

And this time.

Tu Weiwei, who was on the hospital bed, leaned on the assist device to exhale with difficulty, and raised his finger in the direction of Tu Baba.

Tu Baba hurried over.

"Bring me, my... my pen..."

Tu Weiwei is a typical interstellar human, and has never written much with a pen.But at this moment, he no longer has enough strength and mental strength to support the operation of his optical brain.

So he asked for a pen.

"Grandpa—!" Tu Baba wailed.

Tu Weiwei didn't have the strength to speak anymore, but his fingers were still raised.

Everyone understands what this old man means.He wants pen and paper, he wants to write something.

Tu Baba's cheeks were full of tears, and he lifted Tu Weiwei up in a small arc with quick hands and feet.A small table was propped up in front of him, and pens and paper were laid out.

The old man raised his withered hand like an old tree branch, and grabbed the pen.

"Sue... Federation... compatriots... book."

"A Letter to the Fellowship of the Commonwealth."

【Dear Federation compatriots, it took me a lot of effort to write this line.I know my time is numbered and I will accept death calmly.Naturally, I am going to die, but I am not reconciled to the death and destruction of the Federation. 】

Tu Weiwei's handwriting has always been beautiful.

Elegant to the point of being relaxed and unhurried, there will never be such beautiful words, the words are as gentle and kind as human beings.

But what he writes now is no more neat than that written by a three-year-old child. It is chaotic and miscellaneous, with unclear facts and facts, as if he is hanging for a breath.

[For thousands of years, from the day humans stepped into the interstellar era, the empire has occupied a dominant position.The wolf's ambition has not been hidden for 100 years, so he promoted slavery, burned books wantonly, prohibited civilians from receiving education, and brainwashed the people to be loyal to the aristocratic royal family.

We have lost too many lives of our compatriots. They did not die of accidents, nor did they die of honor; they did not die of saving, nor of vastness.They died at a noble jest, at a royal dress, at a wild animal show.

But none of this got us down.I think of many authors who like to compare weak creatures to dust.We are also dust, and stardust and ashes are the most insignificant beings in the universe.But the dust never dissipates to the point of losing the last grain.We have never been truly defeated, conquered, or eliminated. 】

Tu Baba was half kneeling in front of the hospital bed.

He looked at his grandfather, breathed weakly, and wrote lines of words.

He should persuade him to pay attention to his body, and forcibly stop all his movements, so that he can only lie down and recuperate.

But Tu Baba didn't move, his heart was burning like a fire, his eyes were red, and the fundus of his eyes seemed to be bleeding, he helped grandpa adjust the angle of the paper, so that he could save a little son's strength.

[I know that "compatriots" should not be used for us, we are not the same country, nor the same nationality, nor the same language, nor the same culture.

But ah, we are the Federation.We are the union of many countries, we carry the past of people in the ancient earth, and we carry the will of those countries that have dissipated in the course of history.

We are brothers and sisters born of the same parents in front of the universe, and we are human beings who look up at the dust in the vastness of the galaxy.We are human beings, we will be human beings, we are children of the universe, not slaves of anyone.

The war has begun, or rather, the war has never ended.

I will die, my son will die, and my grandson will die.But I pin my hopes on the federation with tens of billions of people, I pin my hopes on the newborn child, and the unborn child of the newborn child... the unborn child. 】

[Dear fellow citizens of the Commonwealth, all men are born equal, if anyone will deprive us of this right, please do not be afraid of bloodshed.War always takes life, and this time it will take mine first, and I will die with a smile on my face because I lived my life with a straight back and died with honor in the end.

My fellow Confederates, I want to write too much, but I am exhausted.Will history and future generations remember us?What will they say about us?At that time, if they looked up, they would definitely see... the sky of freedom and equality. 】

Your friend, Tu Weiwei.

"Fa...fa..." Tu Weiwei didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

The siren detected his heartbeat and called the police in time, and a group of medical staff rushed in.The attending doctor saw the paper in Tu Baba's hand, guessed what the old Mr. Tuweiwei had just done, and grabbed Tu Baba by the collar.

He roared angrily: "Are you crazy?! He is in such a situation, you give him back the pen?! You still made him so emotional, you are going to kill him! Are you worthy to be his grandson?!"

Tu Baba threw off the doctor's control, Huang Chengcheng's eyes fixed on him, and the curly hair on his head was messy.

He sneered at the doctor, and held the paper to his heart: "If I don't give him a pen, I will kill him! My grandpa is not afraid of death. He prepared it hundreds of years ago when he was a teenager." Accept death!"

"He won't put down his pen to hold a breathing aid! He won't! If I don't give him a pen, I don't deserve the surname Tu, and I don't deserve to be his grandson!"

Tu Baba wiped his eyes fiercely, turned around and left.

The doctor stopped him: "Where are you going?! Your grandfather has just entered the operating room, and your grandfather is still being rescued! He is still alive and dead, where are you going? You tell me, as the only relative who stays with him now, Where are you going?!"

"..." Tu Baba didn't look back.

Nor did he make a sound in reply to the doctor.

He just paused, then strode out.

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