His hair was straight, his eyes were black and bloodshot, and he hadn't slept for some time. His beard hasn't been trimmed for at least a few days, his hands are shaking, and when he speaks, 329 can smell a little alcohol.
"You're a whore," he said, his voice shaking.
It wasn't a new insult, though John had never said it before. 329 wasn't sure if he should respond, so he remained silent.
"I saw it... I saw it. She fucked you in the dressing room and you even kissed her! You let her do this to you! You kowtowed to the rich and powerful for those beautiful clothes, God! Just for some food, for a shelter Are you going to give in?" John said excitedly, "You don't care at all, do you? You can have sex with anyone, as long as they give you benefits, you don't resist at all!"
He mentioned Yasha's nurturing of 329, he mentioned several rapes from passers-by, and 329 was surprised that he knew these things. The exile's silence didn't satisfy John, he held a gun to 329's chest, pressing for an answer.
What can 329 answer.
"Allow" others to treat him like this? He never had the right to "allow". Asha came and went according to her own mood, grace gave and withdrew irregularly, 329 could neither ask nor resist. Any citizen could bully an exile, and resistance would only lead to trouble. "Resistance is useless", 329 tries to explain this, and John flies into a rage.
"Just because of this? Seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and bow your head to pain!" He waved his hands nervously, with surprising desperation in his tone, "Why didn't you fight them? You gave in! Why didn't you persevere? Why?"
"I can't do it." 329 said softly.
"Of course you can! How can you not? You are, you..."
The man with the gun choked up and the adult covered his face and began to wail. This inexplicable reaction made 329 confused, and felt an inexplicable creep. He moved a step cautiously to the side, and John jerked his head up, with the muzzle of the gun poking 329's throat.
"You have no dignity! A prisoner, a slave, a bitch!" John roared hysterically. "How can you live like this? I can't take it anymore! If I were you, I would kill myself!"
This is really strange. The person who experienced all this is 329, but a bystander said he couldn't bear it. Yeah, his life was really bad, he was an exile, he was barren and marked, he lost the memory of half his life, he struggled to survive on food and clothing, and fell into the hands of an elusive powerful man... Asked, 329 also couldn't tell the reason why he worked so hard to survive. It can only be said that human beings are quite adaptable, even if they live in the mud, there are ways to live in the mud.
Death is a relief, living requires more courage. But only by being alive can he see the rays of the artificial sun. Only by being alive can we see and hear the birds passing by the window. The soft, curly red hair can only be stroked by being alive. These small, insignificant things made him hold on to the thorns on the cliff, and he didn't want to let go, even if the blood was profuse.
John is not 329, 329 wants to survive.
John sniffed hard, wiped his face, and raised his head again. This time he looked no longer desperate, no longer angry, but even more chilling. The muscles on his face twitched a few times, forcing out an ugly smile.
"I'll set you free," he said.
The gun rang out, and at the same time 329 squatted down suddenly, the bullet grazed his hair and shot into the wooden box. He rolled around on the ground in embarrassment, dodging the second shot. John poured bullets without reserve, and the sound of gunfire was deafening. 329's palms and back were covered with sweat, and his desire to survive kept dodging in the narrow alley, trying to rush past John to escape. Splashing sawdust scraped his skin, a bullet hit his leg, and he fell to the ground.
329 looked at the gun in horror, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't move.
"Shh, don't be afraid," John muttered, his face glowing like a martyr, "I'll defend your name until I die. We love you, we..."
"No!" 329 shook his head vigorously, "I don't want to die!"
"Shut up! Shut up!" John's voice suddenly rose, "You are not such a person, they ruined you! You were my idol, and you once led the people of the entire lower city to rebel. It should be spotless! Look at you now! No, no, you are not him, the commander is dead. Don't even think about holding his face... "
boom!
First a hole, the size of a fingernail, appeared in John's forehead. Then there was a "bang", his body fell backwards and fell to the ground, blood and brains burst from the hole. A light curtain opened in the air, and the red-haired girl fell from the sky. Before she could stand still, she plunged into 329's arms.
329's heart was still beating wildly, things happened too fast, the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe mixed with the fear of life and death, making him tremble all over. How absurd that those who despised him and hated him did nothing, and those who claimed to love him wanted to kill him. How weird, the alpha who instantly kills and saves people and shows off his might is crying in his arms, trembling, more panicked than him.
Six weeks later, 329 saw Yasha again. Yasha hugged him tightly, as if trying to get into his chest. The girl's teeth were clenched, and her small body was shaking non-stop. When she raised her head, 329 saw a terrified face. The noble girl who was always at ease was pale and her eyes were red from crying.
She seemed to need more comfort, and even protection, which made 329 calm down for no reason, and subconsciously stroked the girl's back. His movement seemed to wake her up, and Yasha held 329's face in her hands, her eyes frantically scanning up and down, searching for any possible injuries. She found the blood on 329's leg, and the red color made her flinch, as if she had been burned.
"A little thief, it's ridiculous... I almost lost you, it's all my fault, I'm an idiot, idiot, idiot, just a little bit, the same mistake." Asha muttered to herself, speaking very fast, as if frightened The little beast, "I have to watch you, I can't stop for a moment. No, I can't put you outside. Trust me, it's okay, don't worry. I won't lose you again. No one can hurt you again, forever , No one will ever be able to take you away from me."
Her hand was so tight it almost hurt. Before 329 could speak, Yasha took out something and pointed it at him.
A white light flashed before his eyes, and 329 lost consciousness.
13. Commander Iden is dead
329 see the starry sky.
For a moment he couldn't remember what had happened before and thought he was outside. Soon he realized his mistake, the stars above his head were twinkling in the dark blue night sky, just like the sky of the previous era in the expansion pack. The sanctuary's artificial night sky is dull and dull, far inferior to this bright and charming... ceiling overhead.
329 touched the bed sheet subconsciously, it was as soft as a cloud like the quilt. He remembered the time before he lost consciousness, the flash, Asha, the crazy people. He flinched, propped up his upper body, and looked around the unfamiliar room.
"Good day, sir, would you like some water?"
The young man's voice seemed to come from all directions, and the speaker did not know where. The voice was very steady, strangely familiar yet unfamiliar, making 329 shiver and look around eagerly. The room gradually became brighter, softly lit, illuminating a comfortable and spacious room. There are a bunch of things that 329 doesn't recognize here, but they certainly can't hide people.
"Who are you?" 329 asked the empty room, "Where are you?"
"I am Lord Asha's virtual steward." The voice replied flatly, "If you wish, I can manifest the simulated entity."
The strange feeling became more intense, making 329 feel stuck in his throat, and he didn't even understand what was stuck in his throat. He took a few sips from the water glass that appeared by the bed, and muttered to himself, "Is there really such a thing as a virtual butler?"
"Since the catastrophe caused by the artificial intelligence rebellion, all auxiliary systems have no advanced intelligence and are formatted regularly. Please don't worry." The virtual butler said, "E-029 is at your service."
E-029, 329, they sound like works from the same assembly line. This slight bit of self-mockery didn't slip off as easily as usual, it poked 329's back and made him feel weird all over.
"Come out!" 329 shouted, "Let me see you!"
The virtual butler fulfilled his request.
The projection is turned into a real entity in the interior, with the same proportion as the real person, and it is down to earth. It has blue eyes, blond hair, a handsome face, and a bomber jacket with a fur collar. Its clothes didn't meet the shelter's Air Force specifications, functional rather than pretty; its face had the perfect service smile, like a bestseller in a crystal counter.
329 jumped up.
He didn't even notice that he jumped out of bed, and when he got up, he realized that he was a little shorter than the other person. 329 was stunned, and slowly straightened his habitually rickety back, and now they are exactly the same height.
If you have recorded your own voice with a tape recorder, you will find that your voice is different from what you usually think.
It sounds both familiar and unfamiliar.
The virtual butler appeared in front of 329, using his voice and his face—if it was an exact replica, 329 would just think it was some kind of sleazy hospitality. But he knows his voice is rougher