Most Wanted [Interstellar]

The live broadcast of the death penalty was just a funny show to appease the people. What Grotius wanted to make sure was whether the little bastard was really "dead".

It's not that he doesn't believe in Lott's sincerity, what he doubts is Lott's ability. In addition to the scientific team of the Federation, he also sent a senior forensic doctor from the Ministry of Justice.After testing various biological waves and physical signs, they came to the same conclusion—that is, Erwin Herman was dead, completely dead.

"Will he suddenly appear on another planet like before?" Grotius asked half-jokingly.

"Of course," Lott said, "in fact, the conditions for consciousness transmission are very harsh. As long as we do a good job of brain wave interference before the execution, the transmission will be impossible. He had the conditions before, but now he can't have them, the judge, You are really too worried."

"I hope," Grotius raised his eyebrows, "because he's smarter than you."

Lott is arrogant by nature, but he knows that he has no position to refute now: "..."

"You misunderstood, I don't want to provoke you," Grotius smiled, and he patted Lott's shoulder, "Actually, thank you very much, you did your best to help a lot, after all," he pointed Pointing to the conference room outside the laboratory, "You will have an official vice president's office tomorrow, be patient, be patient, you will be very successful in the future. There is a person in a very bad mood in that corner, I have to hang Trying my best to comfort him, it hurts me just thinking about it, so please be considerate, okay?"

The person he said was in a bad mood was Planck. Grotius let Lott go. He found Planck through the crowd and dragged him out of the room.

"They're going to start the autopsy later, I guess you don't want to see it."

"This joke is not funny." Planck's face was ugly.

"Well, it's not funny, my jokes have never been funny." Grotius sighed, "Don't look at me like that, I'll think I'm a bad person."

Plank avoided his gaze.

"Come on, let's have a drink and celebrate."

The business district outside the Federation is not as lively as other business districts, and the merchants here are filled with an abstinence atmosphere just like the Federation Park.There are many business bookstores and equipment manufacturers here, but there is only one bar where people can get drunk.It is diagonally opposite the Union, the port is great, but there are very few customers, and the entire building can be seen from here.Many, many years ago, when Planck was a junior researcher and Grotius was a law student, they liked to drink here and talk about the future while drinking.

Before today, the entrance of the Federation building was full of demonstrators and the media. Now that the death penalty has ended and the dust has settled, the various factions who have had enough trouble finally put away their slogans and left, leaving only a pile of garbage.Cleaning robots are sweeping the streets, and it won't be long before everything is quiet again.

"What would you like to drink?"

The night of the Titans is coming, and the streets are lit with warm yellow lights, which is the color designed by the first generation designer of this city. He hopes that this place can become a human home, a warm home.

"I want to drink water, add a slice of lemon." Plank stared blankly at the street.

"Okay, just water, I want a glass of wine, stronger." Grotius told the bartender.

"Didn't your wife let you drink?" Plank said.

"You still remember this incident. I contacted her just now, and she said that an exception can be made tonight." Grotius showed Plank the email sent by his wife.

Plank glanced at his screen: "...you really love each other..."

"If you want, you can also..." Grotius took a sip of his spirits, and he was spiky after not drinking for many years, "Hiss..." He coughed, "Of course, you and us No, you don't need it."

"Does it make sense for you to say that now?" Plank looked at the lemon slices in his glass.

"It's meaningless, so I'm just talking," Grotius shrugged, "If I could go back to the past, I would still try my best to persuade you to reconcile until you made up your mind to break up."

"Indeed, you are right. No matter how much you persuade me, I will not reconcile with him. I know what to do. It's just that I'm a coward. I can't kill him without your hand. That's the way I am. Terrible people."

"But you are not bad, Planck, although you are an inexplicable softie, but look at this world," Grotius pointed out the window, "this perfect, peaceful world, this civilized world, which we have longed for This world is created by you alone, and bad people will never be able to make it."

"...isn't that good?" Plank turned his head and gave him a wry smile, "You actually pointed to the chaotic streets and told me that these are beautiful, and now I feel like I screwed up everything."

"Oppenheimer once said: Only the mistakes made by talented people will take ten years to correct. I always think that no matter what Alvin has done, he can bear the title of 'talented', It's my honor and yours to clean up the mess for him now." Grotius smiled and looked out the window, "Think of the good, Planck, at least it's over, although it's not very elegant, but It's over, he's dead."

Your nightmarish deadlock finally came to an end with the death of one of them. Grotius saw Planck curled up, holding his lemonade and weeping suppressedly. At this moment, he probably realized that he really lost his life. He, they are now completely, forever, separated by death.Grotius recalled the moment when he first met Alvin, when his wife said to him: Look, is that a student of Planck?What a beautiful kid.He looked in the direction his wife pointed, and saw the 'beautiful kid' and Plank's proud smile, that irrepressible proud smile.At that time, he couldn't predict what would happen next, he just thought that Planck like this is also very good, if they can always be this good, that would be very good...

"Planck," he sighed, looking at his downcast state, "you are free now, you are finally free."

The Union Building across the street was still brightly lit, and no matter what Planck might think, at least as far as the medical examiner was concerned, Erwin was now just a corpse.Because the federation didn't let them take the body away, they could only do the appraisal here, and Lott was guarding them by the side, which was regarded as the most relaxing class.

"Sorry, excuse me, Mr. Lott." A forensic doctor came over to ask him with his computer, "The three test values ​​of the blood samples I took are different from each other... This is really strange."

Lott looked at him and didn't answer, and the technician from the Federation next to him secretly touched the forensic doctor.

"Ah, sorry, I mean, vice president, I'm sorry, please ask me." The forensic doctor said awkwardly.

Only then did Lott look at the tablet he handed over.

"Can we apply for the blood sample to be brought back?" the forensic doctor asked cautiously. "The judiciary has an independent testing procedure, and we want to use that procedure to try again."

In modern times, most of the programs are the Owen system supported by the Federation, but special agencies such as the judiciary and the military still have programs written by their own programmers. These programs are updated internally. Although they are old, they are still very safe'.There must be a problem with different values ​​detected in the same blood sample. The forensic doctor was embarrassed to say that there was a problem with Owen's procedure, and he wanted to complete the negotiation as tactfully as possible.

"Okay." Lotte said.

The federation technician next to him opened his eyes wide in horror: "Should I ask...the president."

"Dead samples are inactive." Lott pushed the tablet to the technician. "There is no need to be disturbed by a dead person. The justice of judicial identification can ensure our innocence. In these days, innocence is more important than anything else." Luot Te glanced at the forensic doctor again, "Remember to clean up the place after the examination is done. Ours is a laboratory, not an autopsy room."

'Erwin' was lying on the cold stainless steel bed at the moment, Lott glanced over there contemptuously: "It's late, go ahead, I'll go back to the office first."

Go back to the 'Vice President' office, this is probably the only place that can give Lott comfort.His assistant has helped him bring his personal belongings from the old office. Starting tomorrow, he is no longer just a 'project director', he is the dignified vice president of the federation.

He took out all his things from the cardboard box and put them in the drawers of the new desk. This process made him enjoy it very much, because he knew that after going through all kinds of hardships, he finally got what he wanted.

"Pour me a glass of wine," he said to the Evan robot in his office.

The robot was silent.

"I said, pour me a glass of wine." He turned around and approached the robot to see if its display panel was still working.

"Yes, sir." The robot seemed to have received the command this time, it turned around, walked towards the wine cabinet, and poured him a glass of wine.

"..." Lott took the wine glass, "If it were me, I wouldn't buy such a cheap robot with worrying taste."

The robot looked down at the ground.

Lott didn't want to be spoiled by such an artificial intelligence. He went back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the night scene outside the window, and began to imagine his glorious future, imagining that he was only one step away from the position of president.

At this moment, the lights in the office flickered suddenly.

what happened?

He looked back across the room.

Unstable voltage?

He looked up at the conference room across from the office. Through the glass wall, he saw those forensic doctors still busy around the anatomy table, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Is it an illusion?

"No," the cheap robot in front of him suddenly raised his head, "it's time."

I am back.

The author has something to say: Oppenheimer, the physicist who developed and manufactured the first diamond.