The "Parliament" is a super-conscious body formed by the fusion of more than 20,000 Yunader souls. She is powerful and has no fixed form. The unprecedentedly powerful soul energy wanders in the fortress of this planet we live in all the year round. Well, the parliament we meet today is not her real body—that is invisible—what we see is the communication terminal formed by the "parliament" for the convenience of communicating with us. One of many Yunaders.
The Yunad people, a race I have never heard of, have a very similar appearance to humans, which can be seen from the image of the council, but they have spiritual power and knowledge of the soul far beyond humans. Before the catastrophe, there existed a special consciousness body called "Parliament" in the Yunad society. "It" was produced by the elites of the Yunad society through dedicating themselves. Its purpose of existence is only one, that is to rule the Yunad Civilization, to seek the well-being of its own people, and after the catastrophe, this mission remains unchanged and has become more intensified. The responsibility of the parliament has risen from the benefit of the Nad civilization to the survival of the entire United Fleet. It also serves the entire Combined Fleet.
Therefore, when faced with the proposals put forward by the leaders of the new empire, even if the parliament judged through its own logic that the proposal would do more good to the collective than harm, she would still choose to allow as many members of the United Fleet as possible to judge the value of the information by themselves. The most important thing is to be able to plan the future of the entire collective more securely. It will take a while, of course, but Sandora and I have no complaints about it: compared with what the exiles have suffered in the past years, any waiting at this time is acceptable.
During this period of time, I was also trying to chat with the "Parliament". The questions to think about are different. She can switch between several different logical ways to answer your questions within ten seconds. It feels like talking to a schizophrenic but logically normal person. I have to paraphrase everything she says So that only the subject, predicate and guest are left, so that we can understand whether the other party is answering me seriously, or just perfunctory out of boredom...
I feel that talking to the "Parliament" is more tiring than talking to Fina (Mechanical Queen form). While Mechanic Queen Fina was also once an emotionally rigid thinking machine, at least her rigidity was fixed. Three nothings are three nothings. When you talk to her, you can use a template to understand everything, but when you talk to the "Parliament", you have to have a schizophrenic heart. She will be nonchalant, normal, and enthusiastic...
Fortunately, at least the council is not too repulsive to us, and she is quite willing to answer my questions. During the conversation, I learned some other secrets about the Fourth Combined Fleet.
The Ghost Fleet, or the Fourth Combined Fleet, whose commander-in-chief is the last council of the Yunad civilization, seems a bit strange at first: the Yunad civilization is not the top in the combined fleet. Their entire family has perished, and they are not standing at the peak of their strength. Their last starship suffered heavy damage when they escaped from the pursuit of the fallen apostles. It can be said that this wonderful civilization has nothing, but they have become the entire United Fleet. The core ruler, of course, is puzzling: technology is needed but technology is not. If you want power but no power, and you need resources but no resources, why does the Union Council govern this huge fleet
One of the reasons is the super commanding ability of the "Parliament" itself. The special life form allows her to integrate into the planetary fortress in the form of a soul, and at the same time have a mysterious connection with every spaceship in the entire United Fleet. This racial power allows her to imitate the glory of the empire. The method (soul drive) and the fleet command link, these two things are extremely important to the Fourth Combined Fleet assembled by motley crews, so the parliament has become an important leader of the fleet, and another reason is that Yu Nad The incredible "high-level dedication" thinking of this race. A parliament is an absolutely indispensable role in the society of Yunad. However, tens of thousands of Yunad people need to sacrifice their souls to form a parliament. In the eyes of ordinary races, this is basically An unimaginable move, yet the Unaad themselves take it for granted: they have no concept of an individual...
The Nader people believe that the collective interest is the only interest internally. They don't care how much sacrifice they need to make, they only care how much the collective can advance because of their own sacrifices. In the Nader society, some people sacrifice their lives to integrate into a collective More useful "individuals" are very common, and some people even suspect that the entire Yunard race is a living thing at all, and each of them is just a cell in this giant living thing. The only problem is, how do these cells interact with each other? A little far away...
This weird concept of race made me associate it with ant colonies: don’t tell me, they are indeed full of similarities: they are all creatures of group intelligence.
However, although the understanding of their own individuality is a bit strange, the values of the Yunad people towards other races are normal. They just don't think that there is such a thing as "individual" in their own race, which doesn't mean that they think other races should do the same.
It is precisely because of the above two reasons that the parliament has become the supreme commander of the United Fleet. In all fairness, apart from this living Lei Feng, you really can't find such a qualified and noble fleet commander who can beat Saint Kong by more than a dozen streets. Yes—although the word "noble" doesn't seem to exist in Junard's culture.
"I said, when will you finish voting?"
Qianqian seemed to be a little impatient. After waiting for a while and seeing no response from the council, she simply muttered depressedly, looking at me with searching eyes while muttering, and said in a low voice: "Ah Jun, why don't you Fast forward to them?"
I:"… "
Can your ability really be used like this
However, compared to the impatient Qianqian, everyone here is calm and composed. I gave her a super difficult Rubik's Cube and asked her to twist and play by herself, while Sandora and I waited patiently for the exiles to digest Shocking news broadcast.
After about ten minutes, the parliament, which had been silent for a long time, finally looked up as if it had been connected to the power supply: "We accept your information and choose to believe it, but the citizens of the fleet want to know how you will place us first. Void Although Horrible, but also stressful for us to live next to the Empire."
Of course I've thought of this. The exile fleet cannot be resettled in the same way as the previous world refugees. Their fear of the empire has spread for countless generations. The education received by countless generations from top to bottom is that the empire is equal to a scourge. I bet The third-grade elementary school textbooks of the Exile Fleet all read the words "Down with Xiling imperialism"—under such circumstances, it is already a miracle that the Exile Fleet can accept the new imperial resettlement act.
They can accept me and Sandora's invitation. A large part of the reason is that the New Empire has split with the Fallen Apostles, and the murderer who once destroyed their home is someone else. And the new empires and their enemies were only of the same racial origin. Another reason is the real threat: the fallen apostles have resumed activities in the void, and the scope of activities has spread from the old empire's activity section to such a vast place. The exile fleet is now in the enemy's new activity area. Accepting the asylum of the new empire, then they may plunge into the sphere of influence of the fallen apostles when they go out, and the history of the ancient times will repeat itself-this is a far cry from being next to the new empire for the exiles who regard that period of history as the most terrifying scene. But something even more terrifying.
But the most obvious thing is that it is impossible for them to temporarily live near the shadow space-the mercury lamp is still afraid to enter the bubble room.
"What requirements do you have? I will try my best to meet them." Sandora asked. I really rarely see her discussing things with ordinary civilizations in such a regressive way. Usually, she is a resolute queen in front of outsiders. To order, to carry out, this is her way of speaking, but now she is willing to let the exile fleet make a request and do it herself-the reason is self-evident.
The parliament's way of speaking is also quite straightforward: "Live in peace. Have a home. In addition, it is best not to see the imperial fleet."
What this bachelor said embarrass me and Sandora.
"Actually, you are already in the territory of the New Empire. It just happens to be stuck on our macroworld channel." I spread my hands to the council, "I think you all know that a few days ago, you have fallen behind spaceships broke into some people. The cross-world passage where it is stationed has also caused traffic accidents, and that is how we noticed the 'ghost ship'."
The council nodded: "Those incidents also caused panic in the fleet, because the information sent back by the spaceships showed that they were blocked by the imperial army. The population of the combined fleet was severely underpopulated, and many spaceships were barely under control, but because they were in the void It is almost impossible to replenish resources, we can only carry these dilapidated spaceships along the way for emergencies, I did not expect them to encounter you when they gradually fell behind... Well, you mentioned the macro world just now, what is that?"
The macro world is a unique product of the new empire, and the old empire did not have such a thing, so the council became curious about the new term I mentioned.
In any case, this was built by myself. I immediately explained to the council in detail what the "Macro World Network" is with pride. The other party listened very carefully, and obviously became very interested.
"The macro world, an ordinary race that exists as a free citizen, and an imperial frigate that does not interfere with the development of the world, this is really incredible, I can't imagine that you will do such a thing, it is completely different from back then.
Perhaps this is the best placement for us, if we can. "
"You mean, you are willing to join this network as a member of the macro world?" I was suddenly surprised, "Aren't you unable to accept everything from the empire?"
The council's answer was quite straightforward: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't see it often."
I:"… "
Can I think so, the main reason why you don't want to contact the empire is because you are afraid of scaring your children, so you just don't need to see the emperor, what is called out of sight, out of mind
"This is a good way," Sandora smiled and nodded, "You are definitely not willing to settle directly in the world directly under the empire, but continuing to wander in the void is not a long-term solution. I can open up a blank space for you. The universe, the entire United Fleet can settle down in it. Of course, according to your needs, this blank world will have sufficient supplies. Of course, this blank world will inevitably be within the control of the empire, and a dominion like the macro world is a two-sided relationship. All acceptable forms of control, you just need to maintain contact with the Empire through the Space-Time Administration. How do you feel about this arrangement?"
The council nodded: "Perfect. The council also looks forward to the moment of peaceful communication with the residents of other worlds. We have not spoken to other civilizations for many years."
Hearing this, I feel sour in my heart. It's hard to live a wandering life, because I don't know when the fallen apostles will come after them, and they don't even dare to stop in the world they pass by. Perhaps the existing generation of these exiles has simply forgotten the concept of landing, just like the natives of the ruined world. The stable life on the home planet has become a myth that no one can verify...
"Then what. The matter is settled, right?" Seeing that Sandora and the council have reached an agreement, Qianqian quickly threw the Rubik's Cube aside, and bluffed together, "Do you need to sign a rental agreement?" Something like that? For such a big deal, there should be a formality, right?"
Look, this is the mind of our mistress of the empire. She is thinking about the problem according to the logic of the landlord...
We finally reached an agreement with the Exile Fleet, and the Empire will provide a blank universe for it to live in. The fleet in exile was completely withdrawn from the void, and the macro world network was restored to peace. As for the blank universe, it was not considered a territory directly under the empire, and was handed over to the fleet in exile as a completely autonomous world. We will incorporate it into the macro-world system through the Space-Time Administration, so that the exiles can obtain a stable enough home. The days of wandering can be ended, and they can continue to live a clean life of "not seeing the imperial soldiers" happily...
It was still the tall female officer who led us out of the building where the parliament was located. Unlike the indifferent and vigilant attitude when she led us in at the beginning, this time the other party looked at us with curious eyes. Of course, there is still a lot of caution in addition to curiosity: the imperial people have been a scourge in their minds for a lifetime, and now they suddenly become friendly neighbors, which is not so easy to accept.
"It's inconceivable that the exiles who were destroyed by the fallen apostles can accept the new empire," Sandora and I whispered, "Isn't this a blood feud?"
It was not Sandora who answered me, but the elder sister who heard me on the other side. She had a calm smile on her face and seemed to have thought it through: "They have wandered for countless generations. In fact, the hatred of their homes being destroyed It has long been wiped out by the replacement of generations. Now, apart from a very small number of immortal life forms in the fleet, it is hard to say how many of these wanderers still remember the death feud with the fallen apostles. Their love for the apostles of Xiling Antagonism, now it is more of a fear rather than hostility, this is the decisive factor for them to accept the new empire. Besides—who doesn't want to have a stable home?"
After coming out of this grand building, we returned to the previous landing platform, and later we will take the transport plane provided by the exiles to leave here and return to the surface of the planet. The shuttle from the Admiral of the Empire has also docked outside the planetary fortress. In order to avoid causing confusion, Sandora did not allow more imperial warships to approach the exile fleet, but only asked them to send some shuttles and frigates.
Under the steel sky of the planetary fortress, it was still dark, and the lights like fireflies shuttled quickly in this confined space, forming countless grotesque lines. This heavily armored world embodies perhaps the strongest desire of the first generation of builders: a sense of security.
Now, their wish has finally come true, but it was realized by the hands of the imperial people who destroyed everything at the beginning. "Dramatic", sometimes only these three words can explain everything.
"It seems that everything is still very peaceful. I thought I could see something like a carnival or a loudspeaker broadcast."
Qianqian suddenly jumped up into the air and overlooked the ground, and came down after being dizzy from the bright lights, and said with a little regret.
"It's better than people from the whole planet protesting together." The elder sister smiled, "I heard that this planetary fortress was originally the administrative planet of the Toberu people. After the disaster broke out, the Toberu people resisted for three years before being completely defeated. , on the eve of their defeat, they exhausted all their resources, covered all their surviving home planets with thick armor, and pushed them into the void, which ensured that the later exile fleet can support until today. The current "parliament" is considered parasitic On the home planet of the Toberu people, she swims in the entire planet like a river, so she knows everyone on this planet. The council should have known that the exile fleet no longer had the obsession with swearing revenge to the death. Accept our proposal."
"They are all very powerful civilizations, but it's a pity that the fallen apostles destroyed everything." Sandora sighed.
So everyone sighed together.
At this moment, I heard a burst of orderly and hasty footsteps coming from the side, and then a clear female voice sounded like sparks: "Sir! The leader of the armored scorpion, Vega, has returned to the team!"
I saw that Vega had led her troops, along with (the word is not wrong) other hero combat soldiers and scouting troops to the landing platform, obviously they were let in by the exile guards, Sister Scorpion This time, she perfectly performed a task that she was not happy with, that is, under no circumstances is she allowed to draw a knife to cut people. I found that the expression on her face was somewhat depressed. She must have been scanned with a scanner before. Taking pictures of her body for a long time and pretending not to notice it made her quite aggrieved, but the ravens were still laughing and joking, each and every one of them was molesting the honest leader bee: even the heartless ravens know Well, it's best not to provoke the armored scorpion at such a time, the latter is full of nuclear fuel waiting to be detonated.
"It's alright, alright, don't be so stern," I think Wei Jia, the iron-blooded sister, is just a willful little girl in a certain way, so I couldn't help but pat her on the arm—she is more than two meters tall in combat form , I can't reach it any further, "Actually..."
As soon as I finished speaking, another series of footsteps passed through. I turned my head and saw that it was the duo of young soldiers who had been together for a short time before: Jin and Tuolulu. (to be continued)