MECHANICAL: Mechanism

It turned out that the apartment was not the school officer's apartment.

As soon as Yanchi entered the door, he was stunned: Is the treatment of Sunel's officers so good?A major is a detached house, and there are green shades, yards and podiums?

The household robot that greeted him completely dispelled his surprise: "Your Excellency, Marshal, welcome back."

This is Albert's apartment.

No, it can't be called an apartment, but it should be said that Erwitte's home, if the concept of androids also needs the word home.

Yanchi felt very weak, and didn't even know what to say, but Erwitt took him home so easily, did he really want to raise him like a son?

He didn't know how a mech pilot should learn to drive under normal circumstances, but is this level of care necessary?Yanchi was very suspicious.

However, neither the Academy of Sciences represented by Yeser nor the military represented by Erwitt clearly believe that his approval and consent are not needed. As for another institution that can be refuted—the Parliament, there is no sense of existence from the beginning to the end. , Yanchi guessed that they should not rashly intervene in such matters that the military department has always been good at.

If they really feel the need to intervene.

Yan Chi secretly grimaced, feeling uncomfortable, especially when another blond and blue-eyed person rushed out of the podium.

"Your Excellency Marshal! You are finally back! I don't know if this trip went well..."

When they were all in front of him, this person realized the existence of the banquet pool, braked suddenly, looked him up and down several times, and then asked confidently: "Who is this? What did you bring him back for?"

Yanchi originally thought that according to Alwitt's character and usual style, he should not answer, but he guessed wrong again, and Alwitt replied very calmly: "Yanchi, the new pilot of Death, the Academy of Sciences believes that he needs guidance, so Leave it to me for the time being, have you prepared everything you have prepared?"

As soon as he asked this question, Yanchi understood that this should be a member of Alwitt's huge subsidiary working group, and most importantly, his adjutant.

The position of adjutant probably combines many functions such as housekeeper, guard, secretary, etc. Although it is transferred from a regular army, it must be a confidant or even a confidant of the person. After that, the work arrangement is all decided by the chief, instead of following the promotion route of the military.

Therefore, this adjutant should not be underestimated.

Yanchi was still pretending to be well-behaved, but the adjutant obviously stretched his face, not daring to do anything to Erwitt, so he answered seriously: "Ready," and then asked unconvinced: "Are you preparing for him?" of?"

...How much does this lieutenant mean to Erwitt?

Yanchi was in a complicated mood, and decided to pretend to be obedient to the end, so he kept silent, his eyes narrowed, and he pricked up his ears to listen to what Elwitt had to say.

Elwitt knew nothing about Undercurrents: "Yes."

Talking like this, he already walked into the main building, and Erwitt didn't stop there. The butler robot went to make tea, and he took the adjutant and the banquet pool to the second floor.

The decoration is very simple and avant-garde experimentalism, which is the look and feel of Alwitt and the matching home decoration: it doesn't look like a place for people to live in.

Then the adjutant opened a door for Alwitt to check and accept, and Yan Chi immediately retracted this sentence.

Clean white sheets and quilts, wall lamps inlaid at the head of the bed, soft curved walls, large floor-to-ceiling windows, very transparent, and cushions in front, opening up an exercise area, the upright wall is from the top to the ceiling On the bookshelf, there are paper books that are quite rare in this era, a bookshelf.

There are sky blue decorative stripes on the other walls and around the windows. Although the banquet hall is unbelievable, it is obvious that this is the bedroom prepared for him.

Banchi didn't know how many steps Erwitt could calculate in advance, but it was obvious that when he was imagining how bleak the days of Desolate Star were, the adjutant had already started to arrange the place, and Erwitt didn't even say a word to him!

And Yanchi is even hard to get angry, firstly because he understands that as the commander of the army, there is absolutely no need to explain his thoughts and plans to everyone, and there is no need to inform him, and he himself has indeed had the influence of fixed thinking The next misunderstanding, the second is that the arrangements are very thoughtful, and it is difficult for Yanchi to get angry.

He just wanted to remember to roll on the bed when no one was around, to see how soft it was.

The adjutant held his head high, ready to accept the compliment.

Elwitt nodded, and announced to Yanchi: "This is your room during this time. You can go to other areas except the study and the locked place. Pay attention to safety and follow the advice of the adjutant and the housekeeper."

Yanchi saluted, indicating that he would be obedient, but he still couldn't help but test it out: "How long is this time?"

Erwitt paused for a while in turning around, thought for a moment, and gave a useless answer: "Wait until you pass."

And Yanchi couldn't even guess what passed.

However, Elwitt's style is obviously not going to change for anyone, and Yanchi no longer has the curiosity to ask the end, especially when the adjutant is staring at him, as if it is already disrespectful for him to ask questions. Yanchi could only shut up, thinking to himself that such an adjutant is loyal, but his IQ does not seem to be high, why did Elwitt fall in love with him?

Although for Yanchi, the newly-promoted death driver, being an adjutant, even Alwitt's adjutant, is not his ideal career path for a while, he also admits that this position is not something that can be achieved by ordinary people. when.

Now this adjutant is not only ordinary, but also a little silly.

Yanchi slandered, but he had just decided on a well-behaved basic route, so he could only say nothing, followed Elwitt downstairs, and even cast an innocent and ignorant look at the adjutant who was still looking him up and down, and was very dissatisfied.

Adjutant internal injuries.

Elwitt, on the other hand, was the most distracted. He sat down in the lobby where the guests and hosts were divided, and the butler robot came over with a tray with tea on it.

Since it was a special period, sugar, tea, tobacco and wine were basically scarce supplies that were distributed. The housekeeper did not put sugar himself, but brought three sugar packets for them to distribute themselves.

Alwitt is quite satisfactory, adding sugar and stirring, but there is no special appearance when drinking, like a habit.The adjutant was obviously not thirsty, didn't move much, and didn't even open the sugar packet.

Yanchi didn't like to drink tea before, this is the first time he tried it seriously, first he took a sip of the no-sugar tea, then added sugar, and decided that he still likes sugar.

He doesn't like sweets, but under the subtle influence of energy bars, he instinctively judges that sweet things are energy and nutritious, so he also has a little dependence.

After drinking tea, the adjutant went out wisely. Although Alwitt hadn't been away for a long time, it was obvious that he was full of things to deal with, and he couldn't leave him for a moment, and he even made an appointment to go Academy of Sciences, so also entered the study.

The unfamiliar Yanchi instantly became a left-behind child. He wandered in the corridor for a while, opened his door, carefully sat on the bed, and took a deep breath to regain his center of gravity and sense of reality.

The change of the matter is really too great, from the desolate star to the god of death in an instant, no matter how strong the nerves are, Yanchi cannot fully digest it.It's just that Erwitt is always there, he doesn't know how to express his panic, and suspects that no matter what he does, it will be inappropriate, so he can only try his best to be tense, and now, finally, he is the only one left.

This is also the first time in Yanchi's life that he has his own room.

He grew up in the fostering school of the army stationed in the border. He was the overlord among the children since he was a child. He even slept in a group of people lying together, making a lot of noise. Then he entered the barracks, where six people lived in a dormitory, four people lived in a dormitory. Before the two of them were in a room, they encountered a life-changing event.

He also thought about the feeling of living in a room alone, but he didn't think about it carefully, he just vaguely believed that one day he would be able to do it.

But one day comes a little bit sooner.

Yan Chi knew that this was only temporary, but temporary was good enough.

He walked back and forth in the room with light steps, and when he got excited, he did a nimble roll on the mat, then jumped up high, landed on the bed, buried in the quilt, and it took a while to calm down and stand up .

It's so fresh.

He walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and wondered what Erwitt had prepared for him.

"Plant Pests and Diseases".

what.Yan Chi muttered in his heart, stuffed it back into its original place, and pulled out another copy.

"Through My Hands Through Your Black Hair".

"..."

Looking at the name, I couldn’t tell anything, so Yanchi just opened a page at random, and saw that it read “Da Zhuang ran to the top of the mountain, calling the name of fishing affectionately and desperately, hoping that God could tell him that his beloved Where did the fisherman go, and did he really have him in his heart..."

Yanchi couldn't believe it, this was the book Erwitt arranged for him to read.Alvette is broken?

He turned two pages forward in disbelief, and the result made people sigh.

"Da Zhuang held Diaoyu's face affectionately, gently stroked Diaoyu with trembling fingers, and asked desperately, Diayu, do you love me or not? In your heart, apart from the world and your subjects, is there anything belonging to you? Me? Diayu is crying, his cry is like the voice of an oriole and swallows, it is sweet and melodious, Da Zhuang wants to tell you not to cry, but he despicably hopes that Diayu can only cry for him forever..."

Yanchi could finally say with certainty: "What!"

Alwitt is probably really broken.

He continued to turn back in despair, and actually felt a kind of curiosity. He didn't know how these two people could be both disgusting and curious, so he saw another paragraph.

"Diaoyu finally said those three words, I love you! Da Zhuang felt that he had become the happiest person in the world. He smiled cheerfully and became shy. He asked, Diayu, can I kiss you?" Since the first time I saw you, I have had a wish to kiss your rose-like charming lips, but you are so noble and holy that I dare not make a mistake, so until today I have the courage to ask, can you Will you give me the honor?"

Yan Chi closed the book before the two actually kissed each other, despairing.

Alwitt was terribly bad.

Why did he show him this kind of book? Yanchi didn't know, and he couldn't guess the intention at all. He even suspected that it was the adjutant's plotting, but it didn't make sense logically, because the adjutant didn't know who it was for. , what if Elwit wants to see it?

Not sure.

With complicated emotions, he continued to climb onto the bed and hugged the quilt in a daze, carrying the book "Through Your Black Hair and My Hand".

When Erwitt left for the Academy of Sciences, the banquet pool was already asleep. He took a look at it, and then told the housekeeper robot to wake him up after the meal was ready, and then left.

If it is said that Elwitt's mood is very stable most of the time, with little fluctuation or even a straight line, then he is obviously worried and upset now.

This is because he is going to see Le Luna, and also because of Le Luna.

Of course, part of it is because of so many problems facing Yanchi and the country at present.

He even suspected that half an hour was not enough, but Ye Saier was right, there could be no more, so he had to race against time to use this half hour to solve the problem as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Ye Saier was not accompanied this time, and he was probably still busy sorting out the series of data in the banquet pool, presiding over the dissection of the alien, or studying the alien weapons he brought back.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Elwitt has come to the ice coffin, so he knows exactly what he should do.He put on the white robe that Yanchi wore in the morning, went through more than a dozen defensive measures, went down to the bottom of the shell-shaped building, and passed through more than a dozen checkpoints to verify his identity before entering the "ice coffin." "Ontology.

It is said to be an ice coffin, but it is actually closer to a cold storage. Fortunately, the equipment that visitors must put on has the function of keeping out the cold, and Alwitt is also quite cold-resistant, so the feeling is not particularly clear.

The inside of the ice coffin is not like a barren land of ice and snow as the name suggests. Instead, it looks like a very wide room. There is a bed in the middle surrounded by instruments. It was the "Le Lunay" that Elwitt had logged in many times, and it showed that he could not log in.

Erwitt sat down on the chair prepared for visitors in front of the bed familiarly, the screen flashed, and the screen changed to the logged-in interface, and the artificial man on the bed, the first mechanical god, also opened his eyes suddenly.

Those were a pair of pure black eyes, deep and calm, not like the black eyes full of vitality of a little wolf cub like Yanchi, but calm and deep, like the universe.The black hair scattered on the pillow is curly, like seaweed swaying with the water at the bottom of the sea, with a faint luster and very tough.

Her appearance is like ice, like the ocean, like the universe, like all objective existence, inviolable facts, can distinguish amazing beauty, but it is not the source of her majesty visible to the naked eye.

This is Le Luna.

After waking up, she sat up without a pause and leaned against the head of the bed. The wires and tubes connected to her body rubbed against each other, making small crackling sounds.Although her behavior and demeanor have not been disclosed, she is indeed so weak that people are even afraid that she will be shattered into ice cubes in the extremely cold environment of the ice coffin, and finally weathered into powder.

Sometimes Erwitt also has this unrealistic fear.

Le Lunai didn't exchange pleasantries, but just leaned on the head of the bed and nodded soberly: "Elvett, I read your information, but Ye Saier is quite stingy, and seems to think that I survived for a while, and I am eating myself raw brain, now, tell me about your specific speculation."

She doesn't stop, even jumps very much, but Erwitt is completely familiar with how her brain works, and he knows what Lerenne wants to know without asking, and he also got Yesel's first question before that. A summary report, as well as my own first-hand information, can easily answer her: "I think natural people are also evolving, just like the wooden people are evolving rapidly with our persecution, and even alienated. Natural people are evolving in the Milky Way. The evolutionary direction that I have been working hard since the age of empires has finally begun to make breakthroughs, and if I am not mistaken, secret gold is also very helpful in this regard.”

"An inch of land is an inch of gold." Le Lunai sighed in a low voice.

But she didn't mean to interrupt Alwitt, but continued to look at him with great interest, waiting for him to continue talking.

This is also a rare time when Le Lunai can talk to people.

Elwitt didn't pause, and continued to explain: "And you know that the Grim Reaper adapted to the Banquet Pool is a mecha that simulates animals. The [-]% probability almost gives me reason to believe that the Banquet Pool His abilities will eventually evolve to simulate animals, but it's hard to say whether he can really match Death, it has a lot of problems."

Le Lunai directly ignored what he knew, nodded and asked: "If it fails, what do you think will happen? What is the probability of failure?"

This is a heavy topic. They are talking about whether a long-awaited hope will continue after a kindling finally appears, or whether it will disappear completely for nothing.

Erwitt paused, obviously hesitant: "I think the probability of failure is 80.00%."

Le Lunai raised his eyebrows with interest, beckoning him to continue.

"Reaper's mode of operation is of the same generation as our mecha, and you know the specific driving method very well, but this is too demanding for a natural person. Yanchi is just a young man with physical fitness, mental strength, and even just adaptability. It will become a difficulty, we only have [-]% of the genetic test report, this is a theory. But how those chosen children who were forced to wear mechs because of the war in the galaxy age died in the end, we know."

Of course, they couldn't bear the burden, and they exploded to death, or even died at all.

Le Lunai pondered, but did not sigh, but analyzed: "So you put your hope on alienation?"

Elvitt nodded: "This is almost all hope, and it is also a way."

Le Lunai knew that he had asked Yanchi to try soaking in secret gold water. If there was no problem with Ye Saier's experiment, the next step would be to inject, drink, and use various means to catalyze his alienation, treat him as the only guinea pig, cherish and enjoy it experiment, so as to explore a human way.

The teenager had no choice.

He has just come of age, and he is ready to sacrifice his life for the country voluntarily, determined by his bounden duty as a soldier, in the way non-soldiers expect.

It was brutal, but that was his vocation and his talent.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the silver-white nictitating membrane flashed past: "Give him training, the most rigorous training, no matter what, even if it is lingering, he must be alive before a new candidate appears."

Elvitt nodded.

It's not that they didn't think of cloning, it's just that Ye Saier has discovered that soaking secret gold into the body will change the genes. At this time, the cloned ones are likely to be creatures in an unstable state, in other words, monsters, meaningless .

So at present, the banquet pool is still the only one.

So precious.

"What else? Do you think the aliens who attacked you this time were invaders from the location explored in Normandy?" Le Lunay changed the topic.

Obviously, the existence of aliens is not a secret to them, and Elwitt even has a few rare video files in his hands, so he can answer with certainty: "I think so, but we haven't lost our ancestors yet. No chance. Normandy is not approaching, but returning directly, it is impossible to alarm them, and if they only have preliminary contact with Lai Muren, then according to the information of Lai Muren, they are still not clear enough about our technological level, so it is not considered that they have no time. "

After all, the Laimu people are only active near the garrison army, and they obviously lack understanding of human civilization. Therefore, Elwitt believes that maybe war is not the best solution at present.

Le Lunai tapped on the pillow lightly, thoughtful, and then yawned in a very humane manner, showing a bit of laziness: "It seems that this matter will eventually be discussed and resolved with Congress, maybe it will be resolved in Astoria It's time for Ya to go out."

Two highly developed civilizations in the galaxy who don't know the details of each other want to go to war. Although it may be due to accidents or misunderstandings, it is absolutely impossible to make a decision based on their heads. Impulsive, so behaved quite calmly.

Thinking of the parliament, Le Lunai became a little impatient: "Are the children okay? I don't think they will be so obedient."

Alwitt obviously didn't have her motherly feelings, so he just answered briefly: "It's a reasonable squeeze. You also know that being prepared for danger in times of trouble is a rare quality."

"In the final analysis, they didn't pay much attention to Laimuren at all," Le Lunai shook his head, showing a icy smile, muttering to himself, thoughtfully: "They are indeed too much of a hindrance, The massacre plan started?"

The atmosphere in the ice coffin was instantly chilled.

Although Le Luna seems to be a complete person, even perfect, she is not. If Elwitt is a war machine, she is omniscient and omnipotent. Humans created her to do things that humans cannot do.

Le Luna is the mastermind, the mother and guardian of all mankind, and a monster without human emotions.

In her eyes, there is no individual, only the continuation of the ethnic group. Good and evil are illusory concepts, and existence is reality. Therefore, the massacre she mentioned is also the eradication of a race in the true sense.

This kind of consideration is not emotional, and it is completely outside the scope of Erwitt's functions, so he does not intervene, and does not intend to change, but waits for Le Lunay's order.

This is how the two cyborgs got along with each other in Noah's Ark and earlier laboratories. Le Lunay is everything, and Elwitt is the flames of war, the city wall, and the butcher's knife.

Le Luna smiled slightly.