SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

"What is the relationship between your FBI and Sotopia?"

Hearing the unexpected question, Steven's eyes widened, and some "unreasonable assumptions" that had not been taken into consideration flooded into his brain again, and some scattered thinking nodes were connected into a huge logical network in a flash of inspiration, waiting for The prey is deeply involved: "Wait, although this question is very abrupt, but anyway, I will ask first when no one else is present: Do you know a document called 'Agreement No. 23'?"

Moskevich showed a rare expression of real doubt.Steven is familiar with this look - it only appears on the faces of people who are "really completely unaware".So, he tentatively explained without touching the red line: "Sotopia didn't tell you about the existence of this thing... After the Silver Castle incident in 2003, the authorities doubted the security consequences of Sotopia's presence in the United States and further demanded Restrict their powers and use this as a condition for their continued international intervention. According to the agreement, the FBI set up a special department to conduct one-way investigation and supervision of its actions and plans, including the "observation" of relevant personnel .”

Sadly, the ambiguity of the information pushed Moskevich into a reflexive, quick analysis, a job he was already tired of doing.

Keywords—hidden information—logical clues—reasonable assumptions.Like the analysis of the mechanism of national system change and social restructuring in the nineteenth to twentieth centuries, which he is good at, this is another result that will not make people happy.

——This special department and even the forces behind it do not intend to supervise and restrict Sotopia's actions in the United States, but are waiting for a dangerous opportunity to completely destroy the century-old belief and glory of this organization from an ethical point of view.

——As for himself, he is just a pawn with a sad future, and all his attempts to regain his freedom will be completely canceled out by the immeasurable external restraint.

Steven saw that Moskevich was in a trance for a short time, and was about to interrupt the other party's meditation with a loud voice, but he was grabbed by the wrist without warning.

Moskevich's ability to act is far more terrifying than it looks.This time, he was not restricted by the IV line.Another pale hand grabbed Steven's collar directly.With a moment of explosive power, Moskevich dragged Steven onto the hospital bed, turned over by himself, and rode directly on Steven.Concerned about the identity of the other party's wounded, Steven hesitated for a while about "whether to fight back"; it was at this moment of hesitation that Moskevich pulled out the military dagger he had hidden in advance from under his pillow, and without hesitation on the detective's neck.

"Could it be that thug's thing? How did you bring it in?" Steven was surprised by this.

"They probably thought that a wounded person wouldn't cause any trouble, so they didn't search them." Moskevich lowered his voice and said eagerly, "I want to see your superior. It's meaningless to communicate with you at your level, and I don't plan to Unnecessary resentment is vented on you."

Steven smiled bitterly: "Can't we wait until tomorrow?"

"Steven Krebs," the unfamiliar way of calling, the pretentiously gentle but undisguised dangerous tone, and the slightly trembling voice, brought another unique spiritual experience to Steven . "I think you should have had such an assumption when you first asked me: I have no social interaction experience, and even empathy is not needed, so many moral principles cannot apply to me — including trust. It’s the same for you, too.”

"Is that so?" An agent with battlefield experience was controlled on the bed by a disabled male wounded with a hidden murder weapon. It was a bit funny and embarrassing from any angle.But the more he was in such a situation, the more Steven felt the need to deal with it calmly and the possibility of a comeback.

He looked up at Moskevich, who was riding on him through the blanket.His left hand was grabbed and pressed against the head of the bed, while his right hand was pressed under the opponent's knee, and the cold blade of StriderCQB reached the carotid artery.The hem of the gown-style hospital gown that was rationed to facilitate the treatment of leg injuries has been raised due to violent movements, and the tight bandages wrapped around the wound are exposed on the first thigh.

"The movement is so big, the wound must be very painful."

"Yeah, actually my hands are shaking from the pain."

"Abandon me after you've used it up, are you the same kind as the female praying mantis?"

"Pay attention to your words, I have never had sex with you before." Moskevich retorted.

"Speaking of which, I just now found out that you are left-handed." Steven laughed out of time, and could only lift up his right wrist, which barely rotated on the spot, and directly pressed the opponent's wound protected by the bandage.Realizing that Moskevich didn't mean to be joking with him at this time, and the fact that he was ruthlessly used brought ambiguous resentment, he replied in the tone of the other party: "If we say that we overestimated your spiritual state, Then, I am afraid that you also overestimated the degree to which we 'running dogs' follow morality and ethics, you artificial false god."

"I'm not some man-made rational will, let alone a god. I just want to live in this real society like you." Moskevich countered violently—this was the first time Steven saw him Showing emotions that are angry and bordering on the verge of losing control.Although Moskevich's anger was extremely flat and even a little jerky, the content of the words better revealed the "irrationality" he opened to the outside for the first time than the rigid expression.

——If it weren't for the identities of the two parties, they would never have the opportunity to talk.But this kind of "communication" is too cruel, and its existence itself is already an unavoidable harm.For a moment, Steven even worried that the too mysterious and too pure youth in front of him would collapse from within due to the illusion of fate.Once such a tragedy happens, even if he is not the culprit, the inescapable guilt will still completely engulf him.

"……how long."

Steven didn't understand Moskevich's question for a moment.

"I'm asking how long you're going to imprison me."

"According to the No. 23 agreement, closed observation will not exceed 60 days. But considering the gap between what should be and what is, you'd better prepare for the worst."

This time, maybe out of guilt, or maybe because of the loss of necessity, Steven didn't hide it anymore, and the gaze he was looking at Moskevich was not all from the indifference of his job.Moskevich let go of his hand dejectedly.Steven snatched the dagger that had fallen by his neck with his backhand, turned over and pressed Moskevich back on the hospital bed, carefully avoiding his wound that was still slowly healing.

Moskevich completely gave up resistance, allowing the other party to disarm him and hastily tuck him back into the quilt, pretending that no physical struggle had ever occurred.

"You are going to destroy the future of human society." Moskevich's seemingly contradictory assertion was like a curse.

Steven paused for a moment to retract the dagger.He didn't pick up the topic, but said suddenly before leaving: "Even so, I'm still very glad that you didn't kill me or anyone. Even if your innocence is pretended, from my intuition , I still feel that you are not suitable for blood. I would even want to save you. But compared with the overall situation, my selfishness is not worth mentioning."

Lying lifelessly on the bed, Moskevich's eyes widened in astonishment.

"sorry."

He heard Steven say that.And the person who apologized to him with a sincere and gentle tone was held against his neck by himself with a knife a few minutes ago; accomplice in.

——After leaving Sotopia, you are the person I communicate with the most.

Moskevich suddenly remembered what he had said.

"At least, this sentence is true." He muttered to himself, slowly covering his eyes with trembling hands, and the wound on his leg was aching.