MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 126 The eleventh rainy season of Daystar

This is the eleventh rainy season of the star after the first year.

The eighth galaxy will probably never be the same as Votor, lest their leather shoes be stained with mud, and they must control the rain, snow, and snow with precision-they don't have that money, and they don't have that delicate attitude to life, except for the climate Outside of agricultural bases with special requirements, most natural planets are still sunny and rainy, and often you can see silly hats forgetting to pay attention to the weather forecast in the heavy rain.

The house uses special moisture-proof materials to keep the humidity in a relatively comfortable range, but seeing the gloomy sky outside through the window still makes people feel drowsy.

In his own study, Lu Bixing was full of documents and windows flying out of his personal terminal on his desktop. He was in a mess and could hardly see the background of black walnut.

Lu Bixing's eyes did not leave the file, he extended his arm, pushed the thermos cup aside, and a robot arm at the corner of the table stretched out, pouring him a cup of freshly brewed milk tea.

"Principal Lu, you have been sitting there for more than three hours," said the robotic arm, Zhan Lu, "for the sake of health, you should stand up and do activities."

This manipulator is one circle smaller than the original one. It has a simple deformation function and cannot be transformed into a real human shape.

Theoretically, by analyzing the data in the Zhanlu database, they can now almost recover the Mecha nuclear Zhanlu technically, but it has not been moved for cost considerations. The budget given by the Engineering Department is too high. Zhanlu Mech is almost enough to equip Turan with a super-time heavy armored team.

Besides, there is no peerless master weapon, there is no peerless master, and it is no different from a kitchen knife, so it is temporarily put on hold.

"No, I don't want to," Lu Bixing replied without looking up. "Yes ... I said, can you get this one off my feet first?"

Under his desk was a one-meter-long golden python, which was entangled with one leg in affection, and his scaly head hung comfortably on his knee, spitting snake letters all at once, No one found it offended.

"Oh, it came here." The robotic arm quickly slipped off the table, grabbed the python firmly, lifted it up, and lifted it back into the tank. "It's time to change the size of the popcorn." A little home. "

The name "popcorn" successfully Lu Bixing showed a little indigestion.

In addition to snakes, a chameleon lay on one corner of his desk, trying to integrate himself with the desk, and with a look of dementia on the face of the ancient earth.

A huge fish tank is erected in the living room on the first floor, which is close to three meters in height. It looks like a small aquarium and has a full tank of aquatic life. The fish tank landscape is carefully arranged and updated regularly. The rippling will make the wet rainy days more watery.

"Okay, Zhanlu, if you are personal, there must be a place for you on the Starcraft roommate list, can we not have mammals without scales?" Lu Bixing was moving his legs crushed by a python and looked around. , Feeling that he was surrounded by lower vertebrates, and the crevices of the bones were all out.

Zhan Lu replied, "Keeping a pet is good for your physical and mental health, and I strongly agree that you adopt a small animal you like."

The implication-I support what I like, you support what you like, we don't interfere with each other, but you bring yourself to feed.

"I have to reset you someday." Lu Bixing held the hot tea cup and reached out to shake the chameleon in front of him. "Hold down my coaster, please keep moving."

The ancient living fossil tilted its head in slow motion and turned a deaf ear.

Lu Bixing failed to communicate across species. He had no choice but to endure the discomfort. He lifted the man's four feet with his fingertips, invited him to the ground, and rescued the oppressed ceramic coaster.

Next to the coaster, there are seven nicks on the walnut tabletop, which are not very neatly arranged. Some are as deep as to divide the table into two, and some are not cut with one knife. They are covered with disorderly "small branches and leaves." The deep and shallow scores are combined, like some weird totem of unknown meaning.

Lu Bixing's eyes inadvertently glanced from those nicks, and gave a light meal--

It's been ten years, he thought.

Ten years ago, the day of the president's funeral was also a constant rainy season.

Lu Bixing presided over the full field ceremony and returned to the home of "General Lin and Engineer 001" alone, feeling that every step was like stepping on a cloud, light and unreal, dizzy, and he was about to fall from this planet to the black hole universe Here.

He wanted to get drunk, but at that time, all the supplies of the eighth galaxy were allotted, and the new president did not have such non-essentials in his home. It was better to spend freely when picking up garbage in the smelly sister base. Lu Bixing rummaged through the family and finally found only a can of beer a long time ago. The moment he saw the can of beer, a hallucination suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and vaguely saw that evening many years ago, Lin Jingheng pulled the refrigerator in his pajamas, took it out, and threw it back disgustingly, drinking with patience He drank three cups of herbal tea in his glass.

Lu Bixing tried to reach out to catch the phantom, but the man suddenly disappeared at his fingertips. This became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and collapsed like a meteorite group outside the sky.

He yelled and asked the home medical cabin to give him hallucinogens, banned drugs ... Anything is fine, as long as he can knock him down and give him a delirious drunk dream, he was warned three times by the electronic butler Zhanlu, so A unilateral quarrel with the artificial intelligence. After three warnings, Zhanlu could no longer disobey his orders. Even if the host wanted to commit suicide locally, he could only hand in the prepared laser gun.

However, while being forced to obey orders, this great man-made product also made a claim of its own--

He pulled out a video from his database and hit it against a pale wall.

Fourteen-year-old Lin Jingheng was attending the opening ceremony of the Ulan Military Academy. The auditorium broadcast the history of the heroes that have been shining since the establishment of the alliance. It is grand and enthusiastic. The teenager is sitting in the corner, and his attention is sometimes drawn. Every time I came to God, I quickly pretended to be bored and looked around, and accidentally found the thief shot next to him, suddenly showing an expression of shame and anger, slap it down, and pressed the screen black.

Lu Bixing stared blankly at the juvenile's immature face, forgetting the hallucinogenic agent, forgetting where he was, and forgetting the dark days behind him.

That night, he watched the video less than five minutes over and over again and again, and then at dawn early the next morning, he engraved the first knife on the desk and restored the banned by Zhan Lu. Autonomous function——

Chief Edward said that when he was gone, no one could hold him anymore, and Lu Bixing actually listened to it.

In the early morning without a sleep, he suddenly thought, Lin Jingheng, a solitary and arrogant person, why did Zhan Lu leave him in his ears for so many years and never thought of disabling his autonomy? Zhanlu even even pitted the owner with others.

At this moment, he finally understood that anyone who walked the night with a sharp sword must wear a shackle. Even if he can only lock his little finger, it will allow him to be careless and forgetful. And gently pull it up.

He promised Chief Edward that he would be reduced to ashes seven times and resurrected seven times.

From that time on, Lu Bixing engraved a knife in the corner of the table whenever he could not bear it, like a contract with the deceased, as if counting down.

Perhaps something like "countdown" will give people the illusion that "these have end". The marks he carved on the corner of the table really seemed to calm his soul.

... Of course, Zhanlu's autonomy is too high, and there are some inconveniences, such as strange aesthetics and cold-blooded animals in the house.

In the third year of the independence era, at the end of the eighth galaxy, due to the long depression, the deep underground culture inevitably re-emerged. The leaders were those who had some local power in the early "Liberty Alliance". The earliest are these people. Let the eighth galaxy be tightly condensed together, so Lu Bixing just started to block his eyes and closed his eyes, but soon, the spreading black market and the official contradictions deepened. The battle between the dark and the dark has also intensified, and those who used to drink and sing under the statue of Lu Xin have detonated a civil war.

The civil war lasted for three and a half years. During this period, Lu Bixing dug up all the bits and pieces about Lin Jingheng recorded in Zhan Luli, as if to accompany him to live again from a young age. The score on the desk changed from one to five.

These five deep or shallow nicks are like "dead ghosts". In the end, the hand holding the carving knife has not leveled the declaration of freedom under the statue of Lu Xin.

Then came the mid-seventh year of the Independence Age-

In his adulthood, Mint adhered to the spirit of Xinghai College and decided to expand his limited life into an infinite world. He volunteered to join the "Star Expedition" and explored an unknown, non-jumping domain with a group of crazy paranoid patients. When Mint grew up, he gradually understood the elders ’misguided teachings. Lu Bixing had refused to approve the" Star Expedition "project. The star sea in his heart had frozen into cold missiles and mechas, and it was Mint secretly in his mailbox. Li sent an opening speech under the dome of Xinghai University, which made this unpopular government project successfully landed.

The result of the expedition was to find several unknown asteroids rich in mineral resources, stumbled to open a channel ... and found a natural wormhole active area in an unknown area.

In the area, vortex-like wormholes continue to appear and disappear. The expedition team upholds the pioneer's spirit of not fearing death, leaving a good last word and drilling into a wormhole. They did not show up for ten months. Everyone thought they were curious. Sacrifice, ten months later, the tattered expedition miraculously returned with the emergence of a new "vortex", bringing news that shocked the eighth galaxy-this active area of ​​the natural wormhole folded far away In time and space, when you go into the "vortex", you will reach another star field, which is very dangerous. The geographical environment is more complicated than the "Desert Desert" in the eight galaxy. After entering, it is a nine-death life, but they found it in that star field. Mech wreckage, there was human activity there!

Despite the opposition of his entire cabinet, Lu Bixing went into the dangerous wormhole area personally and stubbornly. His Majesty the eighth galaxy followed the road signs left by the expedition. He found that it was the "heart of roses" of the first galaxy restricted area. Office. This is the first time that Lu Bixing has left the eighth galaxy in his lifetime. I never expected that in this way, this lunatic ghost was fascinated by the same thing. He searched for months in the heart of roses, even delusional to pass through the roses. My heart reached the first galaxy, hoping to find a few words about that person.

Kung Fu is worthy of care. Although he was unable to find a channel in the heart of the crisis-prone Rose, he recovered the wreckage of an Alliance mech. After repairing the data, he found that the Mech was damaged when the Alliance besieged the Glory Regiment. In the past, the database contains all the major events of these years, and the amount of information is enough to let the closed galaxy infer the war situation.

Of course, there is also the beginning of all this, the beginning and end of the entire army of the seven or eight galaxy alliance.

Lu Bixing finally saw it with his own eyes, at that time the picture from the military recorder.

He stumbled back to the eighth galaxy. The first thing was to let the Turan garrison pay close attention to the natural wormhole area, and then plunged into the laboratory, frustratingly taking the hair sealed in the beads. Come out and extract the DNA from the hair follicles-he thinks that person is gone, and there is a copy to talk about for comfort.

Zhanlu discouraged him from failing for many times, activated the autonomous function, and directly blew up the incubator. Lu Bixing locked himself in the dark laboratory for three days, leaving a sixth score on his walnut table, and then personally destroyed and sealed the DNA file.

Then comes the ninth year of independence, the beginning of the year.

Lu Bixing regarded himself as an experiment and repeatedly implanted, removed, modified, and re-implanted the chip. The interaction function of the chip is abandoned, so that it no longer has the function of interfering with electronic equipment, and at the same time the security of the chip is ensured so that it cannot be controlled by outsiders. After nine years of solitary exploration, the stability and safety of the chip seemed to meet the application requirements, and the animal experiments responded well. The functions of the mice injected with the biochip were significantly enhanced, and there was no tendency to abnormal behavior.

Just when he thought he was successful and made Zhan Lu ready to publish a briefing on the results in a small circle of experts in the engineering department, the experimental mice suddenly began to die in batches from the collapse of Pop, as if the chip had overdrawn their lives.

Only one group of control mice lived longer than the other groups and lived for more than a month-the control group of mice had been infected with a variant of the rainbow virus, a replica of a virus strain that he secretly cultivated with his authority.

It took Lu Bixing nine years to finally prove that the anti-Uruguayan society is not happy with metamorphosis, but that this "artificial superman" cannot escape the rainbow virus.

If you want to break down the natural human puppet, you must first completely destroy its natural attributes.

As a special case, Lu Bixing can still be integrated into the population as a "freak". If this special case can be "produced" in batches, will it form a new species? Where will this man-made species go in the future? Will they, like the "vampires" in ancient legends, emerge from human beings and then oppose them? After millions of years, one side destroys the other, then is it considered human evolution or extinction?

On the one hand, he has been pursuing for nine years, and on the other, a seductive and appalling Pandora's box.

This time, President Lu didn't shock the cabinet or the Engineering Department, nor did he let Turan come in and lock the door. He worked as usual during the day and went home to rest on time at night without revealing to the outside world that he was standing in a fate. At the turning point, holding the devil's hand.

A month later, the silent stormy sea turned into the seventh nick on his desk, the copied rainbow virus strain, and a full set of data and information for more than nine years were burned.

Lu Bixing, who sat for more than three hours, stood up with a tea cup, while walking in the study room, and listened to Zhan Lu to help him sort out his work schedule: "The Ministry of Finance reported a new quarterly report, and the deficit shrank for two consecutive quarters. I feel very optimistic. "

Lu Bixing nodded: "Well, this is good news."

"The engineering department requested an increase in funding, and the new anti-missile system experimental base on Beijing's beta star has made breakthrough progress."

Lu Bixing sighed: "I just thought I was going to loose it up, and asked for money again ..."

Zhan Lu: "Miss Mint sent an e-mail to prepare for the expedition to apply for the second wormhole exploration plan, and they have fully prepared."

Lu Bixing looked up--