"Hurry up and match me with a tie," Lu Bixing put on his shirt hurriedly next door, "It's too late!"
Lin Jingheng responded casually, walked into the cloakroom, and spoke to Turan: "Still haven't found it?"
"I did a thorough review, no," Turan said. "You didn't notice that the command ship leaked it. Fortunately, the protective gas at the back solidified and blocked the gap. It should have fallen outside at that time. How dangerous is it? Boss, didn't you hear the alarm?"
"At that time, there were so many alarms in the mecha that I was deafened. How could I have noticed so many." Lin Jingheng opened Lu Bixing's tie drawer and gasped on the spot, almost suffering from choice phobia—Mr. The ties in the drawers are lined up according to the color tone, and the patterns are so dizzying, "Lu Bixing, is that your neck or a flagpole?"
When Turan heard the laughter turned into a dog, he almost blurted out that he asked the commander-in-chief to open a video so that he could visit the commander's private cloakroom. Fortunately, at the last moment, he returned rationally and bit the tip of his tongue to hold back the words. Head curtain left.
"By the way, what was in that small box you lost?" Turan coughed twice and asked seriously, "Why do I sound like a ring?"
Lin Jingheng snorted, acquiescence, glanced at the date and time - February 1st at seven in the morning, so he perfunctoryly opened the second drawer, took the seventh tie from the first row of ties, and saw He threw it to Lu Bixing without looking at it.
Before Turan could 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 threw to him was covered with diamond-shaped grids, and each grid had a naive pumpkin, which matched Lu Bixing's curly hair.
Anyway, it's not like a serious boss.
The corner of his mouth pursed slightly, leaning against the door of the cloakroom, admiring the "irregular chief" jumping around in a hurry, showing a little smile.
Turan swallowed what he just wanted to say, and said in shock, "Tong, commander-in-chief, what did he call you just now?"
"Commander-in-Chief" felt that she was unfavorable and had many problems, so she decisively cut off communication.
In the end, Lu Bixing chose the most decent clothes, picked up the hair conditioner, and sprayed it on his head indiscriminately - this person looked like a stinky skilled worker, and he straightened his hair. It's all about the feel, no need to glance in the mirror.
Then Lu Bixing remembered something again, pulled down the corners of his naturally upturned mouth, and turned his head to ask, "How did you look this time, are you more serious?"
Lin Jingheng didn't answer, and slowly lit a cigarette: "Why, nervous?"
"Just kidding," Lu Bixing smiled a little nervously, trying to cover it up, "I'm not nervous about being chased by an entire galaxy of artificial intelligence mechas, so why are I nervous now?"
Lin Jingheng nodded at him from a distance: "Bug and Harden."
Lu Bixing took a deep breath and frankly withdrew his forced smile.
A month ago, the human coalition had many twists and turns, and finally blew up the artificial intelligence Woolf's host, and the artificial intelligence army that invaded the eighth galaxy immediately surrendered.
The Silver Fourth Guard, composed of empty brain syndrome, followed the central army of each galaxy to leave the first galaxy, supplemented by the latest chip interference technology, and went to destroy the chip people entrenched in the major galaxies. After this war, "empty brain disease discrimination" should always stand on the pillar of shame in history, and will no longer cause harm to the world.
The armed forces of the entire First Galaxy—that is, the mecha groups that were controlled by artificial intelligence and chased after them and bombarded indiscriminately, became the armed support of the human coalition. The commanders turned blue with regret, and they all said that they would have known that the artificial intelligence army would not have been beaten so hard at that time. One more mecha is one more.
Lu Bixing sent away the human coalition army that went to save the world, and escorted the Votto refugees who were pitifully waiting at the Heart of Rose to the Fortress of Angel City. The first galaxy will conduct a thorough inspection to eliminate the remaining chips and artificial intelligence.
Lu Bixing himself brought people back to the eighth galaxy.
By the way, there was another small twist on the return journey. It really is a small probability event in the world that can make Lin Shuai catch up-because Lin Jingheng insisted on picking up Lu Bixing at the entrance of the wormhole passage, which caused the group of them to be stranded in the wormhole passage. Thirteen days, almost breaking the record, if it weren't for the intermittent signal coming out, Lin Jingheng almost tore the wormhole channel and fished out the people.
At this point, after the turmoil, many things have finally settled.
Lu Bixing will also fulfill the promise he made to the people of the Eight Galaxy before he left - accepting a public trial on the Nuwa plan and the illegal chip experiment.
For Lu Bixing, life and death in the first galaxy should be done, but when he returned to the eighth galaxy for the public trial, it was inevitable that he had spent more than ten years of hard work here, and the most unforgettable joys and pains of his life were all remembered. Under the stone bricks of Galaxy City.
"He Lu Wu, my father," Lu Bixing suddenly asked, "what was it like when Votto was asked to appear in court?"
"He fought for the Alliance all his life, so he believes that the Alliance will give him justice, and that the people he has protected will not turn his back on him," Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, and then said softly, "But in one's life, success or failure is sad. Happiness, to a large extent, does not depend on the cause and effect of one's actions, but on fortune. A person who is astonishingly talented, two hundred years later, will become a legend, and two hundred years earlier, he can only be a thunder that subverts the world , together with the sand, gravel and dust into ashes. No matter how good the flowers are, they can only bloom in season."
Lu Bixing looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the word "fortune" would come out of Lin Jingheng's mouth one day.
Thin white smoke rose from the tips of his fingers, smearing those eyes that were always filled with hatred. The man leaned against the wooden door, his eyes turned out to be far-reaching and quiet.
Lu Bixing suddenly thought that he had changed a lot in the past 20 years.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you." Lin Jingheng said, "Don't be nervous, your luck is neither too early nor too late."
The people are not blinded by the Garden of Eden, they have just struggled out of the most dangerous situation, and they have not been dazzled by the ulterior motives of the "prosperous world", their eyes and hearts are clear. The eighth galaxy has just been on the right track to set up an interstellar anti-missile system to resist the invasion of artificial intelligence and equal rights for empty brain disease. Lu Bixing's achievements have not faded. This is his best season, and he can be free from wind and rain.
The Supreme Court of the Eighth Galaxy is located not far from the central square of Galaxy City. Before the time has come, the gate is already full of people. The media are not just robots. The whole block is noisy and quiet. The pedestal of the stone statue of General Lu Xin was full of people, and the guards could not control it and had already withdrawn.
"The rainbow virus was the deepest wound in the eighth galaxy"
"But when the rainbow virus was used to transform his body, Director Lu was incapacitated. All relevant persons have died and cannot appear in court."
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"Then when the second Nuwa plan happened"
"The initiators of the second Nuwa plan were some extremists in the Anti-Ukrainian Society. The mutant rainbow virus and biochips used in the research were all seized from places during wartime. Departments above the level of deputy ministers have the right to call the enemy's seized items in order to better deal with the war situation. Director Lu has the right to call, but the call procedure is not compliant, subjectively does not harm public safety, and objectively causes no loss to the public case, we believe this should be dealt with as an administrative violation."
"But Human Experiments"
"In the 'Human Rights Protection Act', the article on 'prohibition of human experimentation' stipulates that the so-called 'illegal human experimentation' includes coercion, deception or other means to conduct experiments on others in abnormal ways, causing damage to their bodies and sperm—obviously , there is no third party in the entire research process of Director Lu."
"Everyone, the street outside the Supreme Court is called 'Rainbow Street'. It used to be a muddy market, and it was also the place where the mutant rainbow virus broke out in the morning star. It was also full of plague, panic, Hunger and poverty, please look down at the flat pedestrian streets and broad streets under your feet, and then look up at the airways where people and vehicles are divided and the buildings with the highest courtyard—"
Lin Jingheng, who was listening at the scene, relaxed his back, leaned on the soft seat, and said to Dr. Harden next to him, "How about it, can his chip be taken out?"
"It should be possible," Dr. Harden said. "The modified body is the foundation and has the conditions for safe mutation. There are countless possibilities for mutation. The function of the chip is to steer the body mutation in the ideal direction. I see his body. The situation has stabilized and it should be possible to try to remove it in a few years.”
Lin Jingheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "It sounds like a graded biochip like the Freedom Legion, the principle is completely different."
Dr. Harden did not suspect him, and explained seriously: "Indeed, the information in the hands of Director Lu was obtained from the Anti-Ukraine Association. It is the original information left by Laura, and it is completely different from the route of the Freedom Legion."
Lin Jingheng didn't wait for him to say: "Then why did you call when we first came back, and deliberately mentioned what kind of bullshit inspiration the Freedom Legion's chip gave you?"
Dr. Harden froze.
Lin Jingheng watched the old man become a frog stared at by a snake and propped his head on the armrest of the small sofa: "Huh?"
Dr. Harden was a little panicked by his stare: "I am just"
Lin Jingheng suddenly smiled, no longer holding on to it, patted him on the shoulder without respect, and got up and left without waiting for the outcome of the trial.
Field Marshal Ringel's journal records a small chat, three hundred years ago, Harden, a nerd full of nonsense, told his friends and brother that sick creatures can only be defeated with more sick things.
Woolf refuted him that artificial intelligence without framework permissions will eventually go to anti-human and must be destroyed.
What he didn't record is that Woolf thought for a while and then said: "If one day, the sword needs to be deflected, to use this kind of thing to achieve a certain purpose, it must be destroyed as soon as possible after it is used, and it must be destroyed before it is no longer in use. Exposing its danger before creating a backup host is drinking poison to quench thirst, the longer the human and machine 'peacefully coexist', the deeper the poisoning and the more irreversible the consequences."
"I am, I want to give it a try," Dr. Harden said behind Lin Jingheng, "I don't know if he still remembers what he said back then, and I don't know if I should tell you, after all, it's been three hundred years. , we have all become unrecognized by ourselves, this is a terrible war, I am afraid that it will mislead you by saying it.”
Lin Jingheng waved at him from a distance.
Dr. Harden closed his mouth, a little dazed. Many things have changed, many things have not changed, some memories are faded and unrecognizable, and others seem to be engraved in time by something—
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