Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

"What's the name of the creature that flashed by just now? We don't have a corresponding illustrated book in the "Star Field Species". Can anyone point the way?"

"I don't know, but "Star Field Species" sounds so cool, what is it for? I want to go when I grow up!"

"Children, don't be fooled, that's for biology. On our planet, if an ordinary person has a doctorate in biology and mathematics at the same time, he will basically spend the rest of his life on relief money."

"I'm more concerned about what the memes those people are talking about. I have never heard about these concepts from the relevant personnel of the Foundation before. Is this some other kind of containment?"

"According to that man, it seems that he created some kind of terrifying containment, and he can almost kill the entire planet in an instant? "Destroy" Nanook said straightly. "

"Maybe it was a specific artist that was cleaned up?"

"I thought they would verify each person individually, but I didn't expect the foundation to do some tricks in this regard.

"I, with my real name, want to eliminate those who use art to hurt the audience. I have seen too many pretentious but stinking artists recently. What's more, there is a race, and every sentence of their poems must be Connect with shit and fart."

This is a large census all over the world. A large number of personnel of the foundation have been mobilized to collect various figures, confirm the list of personnel, and check the information of those who died, disappeared, defected, shot, and fed to the containment.

Not only the foundation, but also various organizations that walk on the dark side of the world and deal with anomalies have also been involved.

These organizations temporarily put aside their differences, stopped sabotage, instigation and assassination, and joined forces with the Foundation for an important answer.

Even Marshall, Carter and Dark Co., Ltd., which has always been at odds with the Foundation, sent an envelope made of rare tree species;

A bot brings a letter and a $10,000 request for help;

The followers of the Broken God sent three messages: an email, a steam-powered cannonball, and a bird that was gradually transforming into a machine;

Whether it is a large organization or a small organization, at this moment they have integrated the information they have.

The O5 typed them into the computer and waited for it to output a list.

Finally, the printer started, buzzing, and the O5 got the answer they had in mind.

But the content of this answer is not what they want.

— not very good.

In an unknown town.

"Jingle Bell--"

An old man with silver hair and black pupils, with an old face but still youthful splendor and sharp cheeks, rode a bicycle and leisurely returned to the gate of the yard.

He was smiling, as if he had encountered something worth being happy again today.

But judging from the big fish in the back seat, which was more than one meter long, it was a miracle that he didn't get lost in front of his house today.

After getting off the bicycle, the old man took out today's newspaper from the letter box full of small advertisements.

Afterwards, the old man pushed the cart into the courtyard, carried a huge prey on his back, and returned to the house with newspapers between his arms.

After closing the door, the old man played with his golden retriever for a while before sitting on the sofa.

But in the process, a letter slipped from the newspaper roll and fell to the floor.

The old man took out a gold-rimmed monocle from his shirt front pocket, wiped it clean, put it on, picked up the envelope, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

There are many logos and seals of official organizations on it, so he has to pay attention to it.

He opened the envelope and unfolded the letter, only to see a few short lines written on it:

【Dear Mr. White Black:】

[I am very sorry to disturb your life in this way. 】

[However, after our careful consideration, we finally believe that you have the right to know the truth and the right to choose to continue your current life. 】

[And we will give you the right to choose whether to take the red pill or the blue pill. 】

[Hope you catch this meme from the classic movie "The Matrix" as we explain to you what's going to happen next. 】

【Take the blue pill: That's the end of the story, you'll still wake up in your own bed and believe what you want to believe. 】

【Take the red pill: you can stay in this world, and we'll show you how deep this "rabbit hole" goes.】

[If you want to witness how deep the "rabbit hole" is, please turn on the TV at 17:00 and watch any TV station; otherwise, please do not watch TV programs between 17:00~18:00. 】

"Wow----"

Clearly, White Black was moved.

Watching his big golden dog circle around the fish, White Black first scratched its chin pamperingly, making it make a unique sound.

Then he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he returns, one person and one dog will each have a plate of grilled fish steaks. As for himself, there will be braised fish meat, fish head tofu soup...

The time was approaching 17:00, and the whole room was dyed with the warm colors of the evening.

White Black put down his chopsticks and turned on the TV, wanting to see what wonderful changes the world would have after "eating the red pill".

He switched the channel to a local station, but the boring war movie that should have appeared on the screen was replaced by a scene in a conference room full of mysterious people wearing clothes with various strange symbols printed on them.

Looking at the characters in the picture, the old man was not surprised, let alone surprised, but leaned back slightly, put his right leg on his left leg, and put his hands on his right leg with ten fingers clasped together.

Smile and look at the people on the screen.

It's like expecting a show.

At this time, the camera showed an elderly lady.

Her facial skin is a little sagging, and it seems that she has not taken care of it, maybe she did it on purpose.

However, in her body, the ability of a strong woman and the kindness of her elders, the two conflicting temperaments, perfectly blended together.

And in front of her, there is a name tag.

The nameplate reads two lines:

The first line is "Foundation";

The second line is "O5-8".

After taking the microphone, the lady raised her head and looked at the audience outside the screen:

"Hello, Blue Star citizens."

"Almost all of you will not be shocked by what I say, but, all myths are true.

"The laws of physics are closer to a vision where the world is made up of monsters, gods, and human forces that rewrite reality.

As she spoke, various images of the origin of existence flashed across the screen:

On the ancient stone wall, "eleven huge figures squeezed the mud into a human shape:

In an orchard full of fruit trees, a man and a woman are playing freely;

0...ask for flowers.

The gods with three heads and six arms are bathed in divine light, holding the world and various treasures in their hands;

Almost all civilizations, whether dead or still alive, have their ancient myths and legends displayed on the screen one by one.

"My name is O5-8, one of the leaders of the Foundation."

"We had this meeting with representatives from every major organization dealing with anomalies to announce to the world. Although, to some extent, what we announced was already known."

Having said that, she smiled, exchanged glances with the surrounding representatives, and continued:

"Yes, we aggregated the data and double-checked that the number of people with zero anomalous contact with any aspect of the world is approximately..."

"one."

"Huh? Duo Shao?"

"happy!"

"It's really big news."

"Laughing to death, just thinking that the foundation will give amnesiacs to those who have experienced abnormal events, my stomach hurts from laughing, those people are so unlucky."

"I care more about who is chosen by heaven. The whole world is experiencing abnormal events, but he is the only one left behind. I don't know whether to say he is lucky or unlucky."

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"That must be lucky! How many people can survive those terrible containment objects, such as "Scary Old Man", "Indestructible Lizard", "Abominable Flesh", and "Zombie Virus"?"

"There is something that the Chosen One can't see, isn't it the old Mr. White Black in the picture? But I suddenly remembered an old friend of the Foundation, Dr. White, is there any connection between them?"

"Who knows, some civilizations put the surname first, some in the middle, some at the end, and still others have no surname, maybe white is a common word [ten syllables?"

"What I'm talking about is that the most commonly used nicknames for our Xianzhou are Dazhuang and Xiaomei. If the storyteller in the teahouse is still awake, the old man will probably have to be called "Old Handsome" again.

In the screen, the speech is still going on.

"This meeting represents a message that the veil has been lifted and the pretense is gone. Obviously, this has been the case for many years, but no one noticed.

"Note that all organizations agree: Fundamentally, this change does not alter the goal of impacting people."

"For the foundation, the purpose of maintaining the basic normality of the world and allowing life to continue to exist will not change. It is still worth protecting, and we will continue to do so."

"As for..."

"Mr. White Black, if you have any questions, you can call the following number."

Numbers briefly flash across the screen, and then the conference room disappears, just in time for the weather forecast.

"ah?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, as if he still had something to say.

He shook his head, then took out a wallet from his inner pocket and opened the inner compartment.

With a "crash", a badge fell from it and lay flat on the coffee table.

It is somewhat worn and patted in many places.

But still can vaguely see the image of a young man with black hair and black eyes, an icon composed of a circle and an arrow.

At the bottom of the badge, there are two lines of text shining with golden light:

"Administrator";

"administrator".

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