MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 196 Epilogue (on)

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"Help me with a tie," Lu Bixing scrambled into a shirt next door, "It's too late!"

Lin Jingheng responded casually, went into the cloakroom, and spoke to Turant: "Still not found?"

"Turn it over completely, no," Turan said. "You didn't pay attention when you leaked the command ship. Fortunately, the protective gas behind blocked the gap after solidifying. It should have fallen out at that time. How dangerous! Boss, did you hear the alarm? "

"At that time, the alarms in the mech were deafening so much that I noticed so much." Lin Jingheng opened the drawer where Lu must store his tie, took a breath on the spot, and almost committed a phobia of choice—Mr. Lu had four The tie of the big drawer is arranged according to the color tone, and the pattern is dizzying. "Lu must do, are you the neck or the flagpole?"

When Turan heard that she became a dog, she almost blurted out and asked the commander to open a video to visit the private cloakroom of the commander. Fortunately, at the last moment, she returned to the cage rationally and bitten her tongue to bleed. Stay on the curtain.

"By the way, what was in the box you lost?" Turan coughed twice and asked seriously, "How do I sound like a ring?"

Lin Jingheng snorted, which was the default, and glanced at the date and time-at 7 am on February 1st, so he perseveredly opened the second drawer and took the seventh tie from the first row of tie. Throw it at Lu Bixing without seeing it.

Before Turan had time to speak, he heard Lu Bixing screaming: "But I'm going to court today, baby!"

Lin Jingheng took a look and found that the silk tie he had just thrown at him was covered with diamond-shaped grids, and each grid had a squishy pumpkin, which matched Lu Bixing's curled up hair.

In short, it is not like any serious chief.

The corner of his mouth was slumped lightly, leaning against the cloakroom doorway, admiring the "fair deputy chief" jumping up and down, showing a little smile.

Turan swallowed up what just wanted to say, shocked: "Teacher, commander-in-chief ... what did he call you just now?"

"Tongtongtongshuai" felt that she was unfavorable and had more problems, so she decisively cut the communication.

Lu Bixing finally chose the most modest clothes, picked up his hair conditioner, and sprayed his head indiscriminately-this man looked like a badly skilled worker, and smoothed his hair. It all depends on the hand, and you don't need to glance at the mirror.

Then Lu Bixing thought of something again, pulled the corner of his mouth that was naturally upturned, and asked, "How about looking at it this time, are you serious?"

Lin Jingheng didn't answer, and slowly took the root cigarette: "Why, nervous?"

"Just kidding," Lu Bixing smiled a little tightly, wanting to cover up, "I wasn't nervous when I was chased everywhere by an artificial intelligence robot of the entire galaxy, what's the tension now?"

Lin Jingheng nodded him, "Eavesdropper and Harden."

Lu Bixing took a deep breath and frankly retracted his reluctant smile.

A month ago, the human coalition was in ups and downs, finally blowing up the host of the artificial intelligence Woolf, and the artificial intelligence army that invaded the eighth galaxy immediately surrendered.

The fourth silver guard composed of cephalopathy, followed the Central Army of each galaxy to leave the first galaxy, supplemented by the latest chip interference technology, and went to annihilate the chip people in the major galaxies. After this war, "empty brain discrimination" should always stand on the pillar of history's shame, and it won't be a curse on earth anymore.

The armed forces of the entire first galaxy, that is, the mech groups controlled by artificial intelligence and chasing them indiscriminately, have become the armed support of the human coalition. The commanders were regretful, and they all said that they knew that they would not fight the artificial intelligence army so hard at that time. One more mech was one.

Lu Bixing sent the human coalition forces to save the world, and then evacuated the poor Vato refugees waiting at the Heart of the Rose to Angel City Fortress. Then, the former Alliance Army and the former First Galaxy Border Guards joined forces. The first galaxy did a thorough inventory to eliminate the remaining chip people and artificial intelligence to stay poisoned.

Lu Bixing himself, took people back to the eighth galaxy.

By the way, there was another twist in the return journey, and it turned out that the small probability events in the world can make Lin Shuai catch up-because Lin Jingheng insisted on picking up the land at the entrance of the wormhole channel, which caused them to stay in the wormhole channel. After thirteen days, I almost broke the record. If it was n’t for the intermittent signal, Lin Jingheng almost tore the wormhole channel and fished people out.

At this point, many things have finally settled after the tragedy.

Lu Bixing will also fulfill his promise to the people of the eighth galaxy before leaving—receive public trial for the son-in-law plan and illegal chip experiments.

For Lu Bixing, it is necessary to be born and die in the first galaxy, but return to the eighth galaxy for public trial, but it will inevitably go up and down ... He has poured more than ten years of hard work here, and his most unforgettable joy and pain in his life All are remembered under the stone bricks of Galaxy.

"He ... Lu ... hey, my father," Lu Bixing asked suddenly, "what happened when Votor was asked to appear in public?"

"He has fought for the Alliance for his entire life, so I believe that the Alliance will give him justice, and that those who he has protected will not abandon him," Lin Jingheng said for a while, and said gently, "But in his life, success or failure Happiness, to a large extent, does not depend on the cause and effect of the individual's actions, but on fortune. A person who is absolutely stunning can become a legend two hundred years later. As early as two hundred years, it can only be a mine that subverts the world. , It will become ash with the sand and dust. No matter how good the flower is, it will bloom in season. "

Lu Bixing looked at him with astonishment, but did not expect that the word "fortune" would come out of Lin Jingheng's mouth one day.

The thin white smoke rose from the tip of his finger, and blemishes those hateful eyes. The man leaned against the wooden door, his eyes turned deep and quiet.

Lu Bixing suddenly thought that for twenty years, Luwu had been silent, and he had changed a lot.

"Go, I'll accompany you." Lin Jingheng said, "Don't worry, your fortunes will come sooner or later."

The people have no obstacles to the Garden of Eden, have just struggled from the most dangerous situation, and have not been dazzled by the "prosperous world" that has been speculated by their eyes, and their eyes are clear. And setting up an interstellar anti-missile system, resisting the invasion of artificial intelligence, and equalizing cephalocephalic ... The eighth galaxy has just got on track, and Lu Bixing's achievements have not faded. This is his best season and he can fear the wind and rain.

The Supreme Court of the Eighth Galaxy is located not far from the central square of Galaxy City. The time has not passed and the doorway is already full of people. This time, various media outlets are more than robots. The entire block is noisy and usually quiet. The statue base of General Lu Xin was full of people, the guards couldn't control it, and they had already withdrawn.

"Rainbow virus was the deepest wound in the eighth galaxy ..."

"But when using the rainbow virus to transform his body, President Lu was a person with no capacity. The relevant persons were dead and could not appear in court ..."

"Then when the second son-in-law plan happened ..."

"The sponsors of the Second Nuwa Project were extremists from the Anti-Uzbek Society. The variants of the rainbow virus and biochips used in the research were seized from the place during wartime. According to the" Special Wartime Decree ", engineering, security, and united front All departments above the level of deputy minister have the right to call the enemy to seize the items in order to better deal with the war situation. General Lu has the right to call, but the calling procedure is not compliant, subjectively does not harm public safety, and objectively does not cause damage to the public. In our case, we believe this should be handled in accordance with administrative violations. "

"But human experiments ..."

"In the" Human Rights Protection Act, "the article on 'Prohibition of human experimentation' provides for the so-called 'illegal human experimentation', which includes forced, deceptive or other means to conduct experiments in abnormal ways on others, causing physical and mental damage- Obviously, there is no third party in President Lu's entire research process. "

"You, the street outside the Supreme Court is called 'Rainbow Street'. It used to be a mud-covered bazaar and was also the place where the mutant rainbow virus broke out in the star. There was also plague, panic, Hunger and poverty, please look down at the flat pedestrian streets and wide streets underneath, then look up at the airways where the traffic is divided by people and the towering buildings of the Supreme Court— "

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

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

Lin Jingheng glanced at him with the corner of his eyes: "It sounds completely different from the hierarchical biochip of the Freedom Corps."

Dr. Harden undoubtedly had him, and explained seriously: "Indeed, the information in the hands of President Lu was obtained from the Anti-Ukraine Conference. It was the original information left by Laura, which is completely different from the line of the Free Army ... ... "

Lin Jingheng didn't wait for him to finish: "Then why did you call when we first came back and mentioned the **** inspiration from the Freedom Corps chip?"

Dr. Harden froze.

Lin Jingheng calmly watched the old man become a frog stared at by a snake, propped his head on the arm of the small sofa: "Huh?"

Dr. Harden was a little panicked at him: "I ... I ... just ..."

Lin Jingheng smiled suddenly, no longer holding back, patted his shoulders without any respect, and waited for the trial result to stand up and leave.

Marshal Ringel recorded a chat in his notebook. Three hundred years ago, nonsense nerd Harden told his friends and elder brothers that a morbid creation can only be defeated with something more morbid.

Woolf countered that artificial intelligence without framework authority will eventually go against humanity and must be destroyed.

What he didn't record was that Woolf thought about it later and said, "If one day, you really need a sword to go off-center, and use this kind of thing to achieve a certain purpose, you must destroy it as soon as possible after using it, and use it The harm of the spare host was exposed before it was created. This is to quench thirst. The longer the human-machine "peaceful coexistence", the deeper the poisoning, and the more difficult it is to recover the consequences. "

"I am ... I want to give it a try," Dr. Harden said behind Lin Jingheng, "I don't know if he remembers what he said then, and I don't know if I should tell you, after all ... For three hundred years, we have all become ignorant of ourselves. This is a terrible war. I'm afraid it would mislead you ... "

Lin Jingheng waved at him from a distance.

Dr. Harden shut up, a little dazed. Many things have changed, many things have n’t changed, some memories are pale and beyond recognition, others are like what was carved into time—