[Transformers] Jung's Theory of Evolution

Jung knew he had a severe memory fault.How did he come to Earth, why the machine body seemed to be upgraded, what happened in Cybertron before that... He didn't know all of this.

His memory was terminated on the day when the ring saw was buried, but the deep emotions buried in his heart that day disappeared, and everything became clear.

Jung guessed that the problem had all been solved, but he didn't remember it.He didn't even want to go back to those memories, always afraid that there were things he was afraid of and wanted to forget.

Yes, more or less already guessed.Yu Tiandi's behavior stepped on his bottom line, probably, at that time, he was really out of anger.But at that time, he also had a hand that could deal with it, so he probably took some action.

That would definitely lead to bad results, and the fact that I am afraid that I should not intervene in the struggle between ordinary Cybertronians, as judged by my vague companions, because it will destroy their future and their future. Everything you are looking for.

It doesn't help that Jung is not prepared to think deeply about these issues.What he is best at is blending into the environment and drifting with the flow.So after he got his identity, he changed his name to 'Jung' which is easier to remember, and then took some psychology and medical professional titles by using some of the original basic education of this identity to make this identity more accurate and stable.

Originally, he wanted to study brain science, but later found that he frequently made mistakes in the common sense of life of carbon-based organisms. If you have learned profound medical knowledge, you can make money if you basically learn it.

That's right, as a single wanderer, making money is the first priority, and only with the first one can he support his interests, such as studying human psychology.

As a rich middle-aged dentist, he's so interested in so many carbon-based females that he ends up wearing a ring and pretending to be married.But even so, staying in one place for too long will make people notice the difference between him and ordinary humans, so basically after a period of time, he will continue in another place.

This kind of life made him miss his own kind very much.However, neither TV nor radio has received any news about their kind so far, which makes Jung a little disappointed.

"Aliens? Of course. Our country has a secret department working on this, Jung!"

Of course, as soon as this is mentioned, Simmons will be in high spirits, as if he has been injected with chicken blood.

Oh, by the way, after he stabilized, Simmons did not know where to find his communication method, and he often contacted him by phone or video.Jung speculated that Simmons probably has very few friends, and there may be almost no people like himself who always silently smile and nod in agreement with Simmons.

"Are you going to tell me that you are from the special department that searches for aliens, and that the last time I encountered your death was when you were on a mission?"

Simmons slid straight off the stool.

Jung, who was in the video communication on the screen, naturally picked up a cup of what looked like black tea but was actually engine oil, and calmly drank it in front of the camera.

"You, you, how do you know!"

"When I rescued you, you had a notebook on you. Most of the writing on it was washed away by the water, so you probably thought it was useless and threw it away."

But for Jung, it was not difficult to scan each page and restore the writing on it.Of course, he didn't have to explain this too clearly.

"OH, SHIT! You mustn't say it, or my boss will wring my head off."

Simmons sighed in frustration. He didn't expect that he would be exposed at the very beginning by accident.I'm afraid there are still unwashed handwriting in the notebook, so that others can see the clue.

"I don't think anyone will believe me even if I say it. I know a friend who catches aliens? Pfft!"

And I'm an alien.Jung added inwardly.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh. We are also acting for the country. Although these are jobs that cannot be put on the table, I am very proud and proud to stick to my post."

Once the chatter was opened, there was no stopping Simmons from tearing it off.This guy has talked about all kinds of alien topics at home and abroad from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, both true and false. Most people must have been fooled by hearing it.

Jung, however, patiently listened to one by one, and quickly made a comparison and analysis.He soon discovered that the information was half-truth and half-false, and most of it could be found online.He speculated that even if Simmons really worked in such a department, he might still be a small person who could not get too much information at present, so he frantically searched for these unknown external information to supplement.

"Simon, you should be more cautious. Information collection focuses on quality rather than quantity. You can filter and classify information that is highly similar, which will make it easier for you to organize and summarize."

Simmons nodded gratefully. Every time he chatted with Jung, he could get a lot of useful advice. As expected of a Ph. D., it is different for a Ph. D. student!

"And compared to external intelligence sources, your internal intelligence is more credible."

Of course, Simmons also knows this truth: "But my level is too low to touch those high-level confidential information. However, I only touch low-level transaction processing, and I can't rise to a higher level. This is really an endless loop. "

Jung narrowed his eyes, and Simmons sat down quickly, knowing that there was something important to explain, and he had to listen carefully.

"Then let them think you are useful. As a psychologist, I can tell you that when employing people at the top, they prefer to use credible people rather than capable people. And those credible people have one of the biggest characteristics— —Just talk less.”

As a chatterbox, Simmons looked deeply shocked.

"I'm not teasing you, I'm telling the truth. Especially your department, it's a highly confidential institution. I think even our video chat may be monitored-don't worry, I've adjusted the channel a little, no It's too easy to be discovered and invaded. But I think you understand what I mean, don't you? All you need to do is to talk less, not express any biased opinions, and complete the tasks assigned to you, as long as you don't show With the curiosity that comes from nature, you can naturally come into contact with more confidential things."

Simmons slumped his shoulders.He finally understood what Jung meant.It's because he likes this job so much and is so interested in things about aliens that the people above feel that he is unreliable and dare not let him touch more confidential things!

"Thank you for the reminder. If it's really useful, hey, I mean if I can really get promoted, I'll definitely give you a good meal."

"Oh, as a social person, I still hope you can help me introduce a job that makes money. Although dentists also make money, they are too busy to study what they like. You know that I am more interested in psychology."

"I know, but you don't have clinical experience in psychology. If you don't get a license, you can't open a clinic at all."

Simmons shrugged and said that it could only be blamed on Jung for not wasting his time on clinical experience, and that no professor wanted him as a teaching assistant.This guy is not humble at all in psychology, and he is very easy to talk when he encounters a situation. As a result, no professor is willing to bring a student who knows more than himself.

"If you want to get a license, I'll find someone I know to put you in the school as a school doctor, and within a few years you can fulfill your dream."

Jung thought about it carefully, the carbon base in adolescence was difficult to deal with, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not touch the teacher, which might reveal his true identity.In the past, he used to spend money to find a substitute for the physical examination, but he didn't have time to find a substitute for you during the fight, did he?

But this is indeed a good idea, much more reliable than other methods.

"Then please, my friend."