Based on a certain calculation method that contemporary federal scientists cannot fully grasp, the federal central computer sometimes calculates certain fuzzy results. The way the results are explained is vague and mysterious, and even the calculation method is self-named as cloud. Or indifferent words like chaos.
For example, on a night when Xu Le had completely forgotten, on the frontline planet of Xilin, an old man who lacked enough intelligence data for analysis at that time used a similar program to calculate a view that was very similar to the empire's cognition, thinking that he and Jane were very close to each other. Water is hard to be together.
At that time, the old man did not explain. According to his calculations, Xu Le and Jian Shui'er were very likely to have some kind of blood relationship. This is a probability inference, not just a probability inference. The process is subtle and mysterious like reaching out to pick it up. A white cloud in the blue sky, with no trace.
At this time, in the underground waterway of the capital, the Federal Central Computer said that it was going crazy, which was probably an explanation with the flavor of a mysterious prophet, but unfortunately, this spiritual self-analysis full of life flavor once again did not attract much attention from Xu Le. Because in the past few years, he has heard the old things express with a strong human flavor many times.
With the gradual formation of that great self-consciousness in the underground core of the Charter Bureau and among countless stars, the change of the federal central computer is a matter of course for him, and his strong nerves can allow him to bear and gradually get used to this change that may change the universe and human life. The fact of the process also made him subconsciously ignore many details.
This is probably the instinctive choice of low-level naked ape life to protect itself from madness. It's just that when Xu Leduo thinks about the conversation in the underground waterway that night in the future, he can't help but regret that he missed something.
An outdated imperial pirate ship, escorted or escorted by two Federal Light Feather-class warships, is heading towards the distant stars.
The pirate ship was owned by the imperial underground resistance organization. Due to some diplomatic etiquette or just because of the goodwill released by the federal government, the federal soldiers did not board the ship. However, Mr. Muen still felt extremely nervous, and his slender palms slowly stroked the smooth mink. The fur coat, forcibly suppressed his gaze looking forward to the right.
In the front right is the monitoring seat of the pirate ship's life support system. A thin or even short man stared at the light curtain silently, paying attention to the values displayed on the instrument. This thin man wore a dome hat common in the L galaxy, covering all his messy short hair. Other than that, his body was very ordinary, and there was nothing unusual about it.
The Imperial Intelligence Agency had very few people on this pirate ship, even Mu En was a little strange. In addition to the highness who was disguised as an ordinary member, there was also a middle-aged man who usually hid in his room and read a book.
After all, Mu En couldn't help but glanced at the thin man, looking over his shoulder, he could clearly see the star belt that was gradually taking shape outside the window. After passing through that star belt, you will enter a large area of low-density space, and then... the cosmic gate to the Federation.
The pirate ship will leave the Empire and enter the Federation in a few days. Mu En's right hand subconsciously tugs off a few tufts of fluff on his collar. He looks at the thin man with a pale face, unable to understand what the reason is. To make this incomparably noble, more important to the Empire than all the fallen galaxies combined... venture into the Federation.
After losing his courage on Mohua Planet, Mu En no longer dared to resist. He could only think in vain and painfully, but he could not understand: Even after Li Pifu died, His Highness was the most powerful radiant existence in the entire universe, but In the face of a federation stronger than the empire, what can she do
Huaicao Shi finished cleaning up the redundant data of the life support system, raised his head and looked calmly at the stars outside the window, at the space door that was faintly showing his figure in the distance, slowly raised his right hand, and turned a purple The hair is tucked into the brim of the hat.
She had been to the Commonwealth, witnessed the explosion of the ancient bell, and then met a very interesting and hateful Commonwealth man, and then she missed it.
After receiving the news that the man was going to marry her half-sister who she had never met, Huai Cao Shi immediately started the intelligence agency's long-prepared plan to sneak into the federation. The terrifying danger and the anger of the father, just because I don't want to miss it and make mistakes again and again.
Xu Le was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking at the wall that seemed to be dripping water at any time, and said, "I didn't ask you to help me kill, whether it's the crack at the bottom of the courtroom or the full-view screen inside the courtroom, it's all the same. You offered it. So I don't think your core program will have more conflict than before, so you won't go crazy."
After a moment of silence, the federal central computer said: "But you are always threatening me with your own death to help you. For example, on the lawn, you are shouting to the sky that you are going to die. What can I do?"
In these days of battles, Xu Le has clearly captured that under what circumstances, the old man will temporarily adjust the authority or the priority level of the core program. When killing people easily, the old man is usually silent, only when he is really desperate or He would only appear in his mind when he said that he had run away harmlessly after the battle.
So Xu Le began to consciously put himself into a desperate situation on the verge of death. For example, in the battle outside the courtroom, he directly attacked the encirclement of T Company of the Seventh Iron Division, instead of choosing another method that seemed safer but was actually more dangerous.
In fact, the federal central computer is very aware of his strategy, but based on the damn backdoor program left by the five-member team, he can only helplessly and passively cooperate. Of course, maybe helplessness is just an emotion used to deceive yourself and make the pain caused by the struggle of the core program less profound.
"Can you help me? You know that I'm fighting the entire Federation. Who has done this before? The old man of the Li family just fought the empire fiercely, and the uncle is used to shooting for a different place. If you don't help me, I'm sure dead."
Xu Le comforted it, and then he took out a Sanqi brand cigarette from nowhere, and smoked it happily. The ventilation system not far from here can make the residual smoke fade to a relevant level within a few minutes. The extent to which the device is untraceable.
"I violated the core first and second laws, which is horrible."
The voice of the Federal Central Computer was very calm, but it gave Xu Le the feeling of despair and regret of a teenager who smashed the glass of his teacher's house but was seen by the principal and the principal was his harsh father.
He squinted his eyes and drank a cigarette. After a moment of silence, he said, "I didn't kill with your direct help. You know very well that none of the soldiers outside the courthouse died."
"Should I say thank you for your understanding?"
The old man sneered, and then his mood suddenly fell: "The core tells me not to hurt people, nor to stand by and watch people get hurt, I should obey the orders to deal with the authority level, but I must not violate the previous article... Those soldiers were hurt by you after all. ."
"What about those who have been hurt by them?" Xu Le squinted, looking at the invisible smoke in the darkness, and said softly, "Have you stood by?"
The old thing fell silent, and then chose another topic: "According to my calculations, you chose to shoot soldiers on the shoulders of guns, not just to help me reduce conflicts between core programs, when the situation was critical, you had four two impact points, my question is, if you choose to eliminate the opponent instead of the damage, you can reduce the impact point by two, why?"
The language sequence of the questions seemed a bit confusing, but Xu Le heard it clearly, took the cigarette from his lips, gently rubbed the low-quality carbon filter tip unique to Sanqi brand cigarettes, and explained in a low voice, "I have a lot of things to do. I don't understand it, but at least I understand that I am not qualified to occupy the highest point of morality to demand others, so I can only satisfy my own morality, no, not even morality... Tonight we will not talk about morality, only peace of mind. "
"You know I'm a selfish person. This battle is just for simple revenge. If you want to have peace of mind and feel good, then it's best not to die if people who have nothing to do with this matter don't die."
Xu Le rolled the cigarette on the wet wall and put it out, then put it in the jar of sewage, got up and started to organize his equipment, saying, "Of course, the damn person must die."
According to the old thing, Schiller is a pseudonym, a bad taste of someone in the five-member group back then, and it seems to involve the confidentiality of data before the cataclysm. In a word, Schiller is undoubtedly the most incredible monument in the history of literature. The works he left behind have been studied for countless subtleties and meanings, and some of the classic sentences in them have long since become federal proverbs.
Xu Le has a deep memory of a certain sentence that appeared many times in Schiller's writings. It was a sentence related to war drums and morale. Since the battle should be done in one go, if it is repeated again and again, it is very likely that the spirit will be strong. Exhausted, defeated without a fight.
Colonel Lake was killed in the twilight yesterday, and Commissioner Kim Gude died this morning. The hand of time has just turned a circle. He does not intend to leave too much time for the bigwigs of the federal government to be shocked. He is ready to clear the third one planned. Target.
MP Paulson, unaware that he was someone's third target, has been in hospital these days with a serious gunshot wound on Parliament Hill.
The senior director of Sachs High Investments turned into the former government's deputy finance minister, and after becoming a member of the parliament, he did not hesitate to break away from the control of the disgusting old man in the Tieshanli family, standing in the shadow behind Mr. President, must admit This congressman possesses a political acumen and courage unmatched by ordinary people, which is supported by his unparalleled zeal for power.
The gunshot wound is more than half healed, but Congressman Paulson is not in a hurry to return to Parliament Hill to enjoy his own taste of power, because every time he thinks of that hand pressing Magna Carta, it seems ridiculous to read out the right to arrest citizens, but in the end it turns into a devil. The handsome man, he will feel cold all over, and by the way, he will also start to fear Parliament Hill.
But a lot of bad news came one after another these days, and the sudden strengthening of security in the hospital also made him feel some kind of ominous omen. He decided not to spend any more time in the hospital and had to leave tomorrow.
On the night when Mr. Senator made this difficult decision, the sturdy door of the luxurious ward was slammed open by some huge force, and the fragments bounced around, cutting the TV light curtain and flowers into horror.
Congressman Paulson's pupils shrank, staring at the blood-covered man who broke into the ward, staring at the face in the shadow under the brim of his hat, wanting to question who the other party was, but desperately recognized the other party's identity.
Blood dripped from the sleeve tube to the ground, he looked at Mr. Senator on the bed and asked with a smile, "Paulson?"
Perhaps it was the smile and the neat white teeth that made him feel very reliable, and Congressman Paulson nodded subconsciously.
He raised his bleeding right hand, pulled the warm trigger, and opened a delicate blood hole between the brows of the frightened Mr. Senator.
That day in the sunny Charter Square, Shi Qinghai called to say that he had shot Paulson twice, and Xu Le came to make up for the third and last shot tonight.