imperfections

second galaxy.

Alisa, a temporary medical soldier, glanced at the comrades around her, and tightened her grip on the pendant around her neck.

It was a decoration she bought casually when she was a dormitory supervisor in the Polytechnic University. It was not expensive and had no special meaning. All can bless her.

Soldiers, like moths, rushed to the front line in batches, carrying opium chips with them, and rushed to a battle that was almost impossible to return.

Each soldier drives a small mecha. Since the medical equipment is not enough, everyone is equipped with a teammate who has received simple medical training. They will use the chip on their body to avoid being disturbed by the chip man, and successfully carry out the sneak attack. After that, the teammates immediately take out the biochip to prevent it from being controlled by the opponent.

If it is too late, then the equipped teammate is responsible for shooting him in the neck with the chip injected, or igniting the mecha armory to explode.

Those who can successfully take out the chip are only a very few lucky ones, and most of them will die with the chip in the end.

As the chip people began to be overwhelmed by the rebels and shrink their territory, there were fewer and fewer experienced regular soldiers of the central army. Gradually, even the civilian personnel in the original army... even the volunteers who had only received simple training Also started to rush into battle.

Alisa's companion is a "volunteer army". Like her, he was just an ordinary person before. After the chip man occupied the entire galaxy, he voluntarily joined the rebel army.His whole body was tightly bound, and only his brain was connected to the spirit network.Because the chip manpower is infinite, if it is not like this, no matter whether the comrades want to hold him down to take out the chip or kill him after the end, it will be impossible.

"I used to be a gardener, what about you?"

"Dormitory administrator." Alisa replied softly.

"This pose makes me feel like a pig to be slaughtered," says the mech's designer, eyeing the laser gun at her waist. "Are you going to kill me?"

Alisa pursed her lips: "I will take out the chip on your body as quickly as possible."

"That's what I said before we set off," the designer of the mech armor gave her a bleak smile, "but most of them are too late."

Alisa comforted dryly: "We will have good luck."

“I have a son, six years old, who stays in a shelter,” said the designer. “In the movie, it’s always like, ‘Think about your child, think about who you’re fighting for’, and then the main character will be full of courage. , but why doesn’t it work when it comes to me?”

The voice of their commander came from the mecha: "Everyone get ready, we will arrive at the battlefield soon, recruits, review the missile targeting process - for the Declaration of Freedom!"

Alisa clutched her wrist tightly, trying to stop the involuntary trembling.

"But I'm still scared," the designer looked at her with an unforgettable look of panic, "I regret coming here, maybe I should..."

At this moment, the siren sounded in the mech and the commander's roar: "Fire!"

That second seemed to last as long as a lifetime, Alisa's sharply rising adrenaline rushed her brain blank, and then something hit the protective cover of the mecha, the gravity system failed, and she floated up. There was already chaos on the recorder, and it seemed that someone said in a trance: "We were ambushed halfway!"

The marching route is highly confidential, and Alisa didn't react at first—how could she be ambushed by the enemy?

The next moment, she suddenly realized that a traitor had betrayed them!

Ideally, those soldiers who have been injected with a chip can leave with one blow, and if there is a risk, they will be martyred immediately, but where are there so many "ideal situations"?

Some of them were unable to attack by their teammates, and some were captured because they did not want to die. The captured soldiers would be immediately controlled by the enemy because they had been injected with chips.

"The command ship has been shot down!"

Alisa felt unspeakable resentment in her heart.

How much courage did they muster to step onto this battlefield?How can it be in vain, before even reaching the battlefield, and just become cannon fodder inexplicably?

The designer of the mech opened his eyes wide and shouted at her in a panic. Before Alisa could recognize his mouth shape, the designer's eyes suddenly changed, and the scurrying mech suddenly slowed down. With a "buzz", he realized that his chip had been discovered and controlled by the enemy.

She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, drew out the laser gun, and prepared to complete her mission.

But how can it be so easy?

She is just a former dormitory administrator who has never killed a chicken. She is an ordinary middle-aged person who walks on the road and sees other people arguing. , rather than beating the father of a six-year-old to death with his own hands.

Alyssa yelled, her voice was drowned in the mech's siren, the first shot missed, but tears came down, she had to wipe her eyes quickly, let the laser gun aim automatically, and apologized incoherently : "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... ah!"

At this moment, the designer who had been tightly bound suddenly broke free from the binding rope and jumped up.

Alyssa's eyes widened in astonishment. There was a scorched crack on the binding rope, which was sharpened with a laser knife. Grinding that strong binding rope along the way!

As a soldier, he accepted the high-risk mission under the shortage of manpower, but he probably regretted it the moment he boarded the mech. Minor cons - seniors told him to do this, and more than one had a laser knife.

He thought, if it was too late to successfully take out the chip, he didn't want to die.

The gravity system in the mecha returned to normal, and Alisa fell down the wall. The chip man didn't give her time to raise the muzzle again, and knocked her unconscious like a layer of dust.

The small mecha team that was ambushed stopped resisting, half of them were blown up, and the remaining half became slaves to the chips. They no longer had any thoughts of resistance in their minds, and were obediently taken away by the chip people.

This small battle seems to be the epitome of the six galaxies.

Just three hours after the female teacher Alisa was captured, the location of the temporary chip research institute in the third galaxy was exposed and was attacked by chip men. Dozens of top bioelectronic scientists who gathered here to fight against the chip were all killed. The chip interference technology that had a little idea just now was burned.

People struggled and died generously.

People live by idling and breaking their promises.

And the elite troops that were supposed to protect them were still trapped in the forbidden human zone at the junction of the first and eighth galaxies.

"Get out of the way!" Poisson Yang seemed to have a tendon exploded in his mind.

On both sides of the natural wormhole area, there are technical ships responsible for technical support. Both ends are equipped with enough jammers, and the wormhole area can be closed at any time.

And their well-thought-out friendly forces not only destroyed the technology ship on the Rose Heart side, but also cut off the connection between the two sides in order to prevent the eighth galaxy from closing the wormhole from that side.

This means that once there is any accident on the Rose Heart side, Silver One and Silver Nine will not get any warning at all!

"Do you know how many natural planets and how many people there are in the eighth galaxy? Do you know that the eighth galaxy has just recovered from the civil war for a few years? Can't you see that the original intention of these computers is to expand infinitely?" Poisson Yang was furious, and his tongue was like a knife, "May I ask if the eighth galaxy has become Mr. Dong Guo for a while, all friends?"

"But General Yang," the voice of a colonel from the Central Army of the Fourth Galaxy seemed to come from far away, "There are the main force of the coalition forces in the wormhole passage, our comrades in arms, and hundreds of millions of unarmed personnel! My own people give up and get smashed into pieces in the turbulent flow of time and space, what kind of mood do they have!"

"Compared to an entire galaxy?"

"Does the small number deserve to be sacrificed! Which primitive tribe's logic is this choice?"

"Then you mean choosing to sacrifice the majority?"

"Why do we have to do this kind of bloody multiple-choice question!"

Poisson Yang laughed back angrily: "Do you think this is a school exam, if you don't want to do it, you hand in a blank paper, and at most you will be invited by your parents!"

"Then General Yang, if the main force of the coalition force is so inexplicably folded in the wormhole channel, what about the other galaxies? What about those people who are in dire straits under the ravages of chips? Can they wait for rescue in this life! The six galaxies combined, compared Whether the population of the eighth galaxy is large or small, how should it be calculated!"

Thomas Yang pressed Poisson's chest and pushed him away: "Stop arguing! The third silver wing reinforces and stops Chengying!"

Chengying walked away from the non-channel area and directly entered the heart of Rose. The Central Army of the second galaxy was the first to bear the brunt and was almost dispersed. Following Thomas Yang's order, the technicians of Silver III stepped in urgently and invaded the space between Chengying and the surrounding frigates. Communication, taking advantage of the short-term chaos of the artificial intelligence army, the messy coalition forces hastily blocked the gap.

"General Yang," the Central Army of the Second Galaxy, who hadn't bothered to speak until this moment, finally uttered a little voice of his own, "Silver Three...has fought for the Second Galaxy for more than ten years, the old man from the University of Science and Technology Does the principal still write to you?"

Poisson Yang's iron-cast heart seemed to have fallen into a bowl of hydrochloric acid, and the hard shell was immediately corroded and riddled with holes, exposing the bloody inside.

If it is not a last resort, who would force himself to harden his heart and make a choice to kill?

Fortunately, they have no choice now.

Thomas Young pressed his shoulders: "The technical ship was also blown up, and the communication was also cut off. What else can we do? Since we have no choice, let's all shut up. If we are lucky, the main force of the coalition forces will be like Anakin. Can you get out of the wormhole in time at the last moment?"

Poisson Yang asked hoarsely, "Then what if they arrive late?"

"Defend, General Yang." A voice from an unknown unit sounded on the communication channel, "We don't make a choice, we fight to the last moment."

Poisson Yang twitched the corner of his mouth dismally.

The short-term infighting human coalition was overwhelmed by the artillery fire of the Ten Famous Swords, and was forced to concentrate on the battle again, and there was no place to let go of their grudges.

But this time, there were no surprises in the wormhole passage, and the coalition forces were not lucky.

The ability of artificial intelligence to detect and kill vulnerabilities is far beyond that of humans. After their internal communication was hacked several times by Baiyinsan, while maintaining fierce firepower, while quickly patching and upgrading, Baiyinsan became more and more difficult. A system of border guards has disappeared from the coalition's intercom channels.

"General Yang, the other party has reversely interfered with our communication channel!"

"Spirit net attack, be careful!"

The nearly vast spiritual net of the super heavy armor swept over, and there was another wave of spiritual net attacks, and the backup pilots on the third command ship of Baiyin fell down without a word.

Poisson Yang was about to pick up the spirit net, but Thomas Yang took a step ahead, and the command ship that almost collided with the frigate was barely stable. Thomas Yang: "You are in charge of mobilizing, and I will drive."

After finishing speaking, he reached out for the soothing agent, but he didn't wait for a long time. When he looked up, he found that the soothing agent inventory of the command ship was empty!

Thomas Yang was shocked suddenly, and realized that the coalition forces had reached the end of their strength—after the wave of spiritual net attacks just now, nearly [-]% of the coalition forces' mechs had lost control!

The pilot team on the mecha was wiped out.

"The comm channel is being repaired—repair failed—"

"Back up!"

Through the spirit net, Thomas Yang can already see Chengying's fuselage approaching: "Shrink! Get out!"

A reminder sounded in the mecha, indicating that they had entered the natural wormhole area, and were radiated by the special energy of the wormhole area, and there was no way behind them.

At this moment, the internal communication channel of the coalition forces suddenly went dark.On the silent mecha, the voices of the comrades-in-arms could no longer be heard.

Thomas Yang only felt that his temple was pierced by a steel cone, the distance of the mental net was fluctuating, and the man-machine interface was eaten away by the other party at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was like a bird trying to support a fallen tree with his hands. Little ant, powerless and helpless... It went dark in front of his eyes.

Bai Yinsan's command ship lost control immediately, the gravity system stopped operating, everyone and everything were thrown out, a faint light was drawn in the darkness, and it collided with someone unknown.

The last line of defense of the coalition forces was broken, and the out-of-control mechs were thrown to the sides involuntarily like water plants lifted by the waves.

The super-heavy armor Chengying and Longyuan, leading the tireless artificial intelligence army, passed through the middle with a destructive momentum and broke into the natural wormhole area.

And the main force of the imagined coalition forces still hasn't come out.

In the eighth galaxy, the sky of Galaxy City is as clear as washing.

Communications were down, and they received no hint of impending doom.

At this time, everyone was concentrating on connecting to the Internet, listening to a copy of "Crisis Public Relations" from the Galaxy City Command Center, and Lu Bixing was on the screen in every square.

"Regarding some of the news that has spread on the Internet recently, it has been confirmed by the engineering department and the security department that it was deliberately released by the artificial intelligence of the first galaxy after it invaded the civilian network." On the screen, the young chief still said in a familiar rhythm, with the corners of his mouth naturally raised , his eyes are very bright, even if he doesn't smile, with the movement of his facial muscles when he speaks, the pair of lying silkworms under his eyes will appear and disappear, which makes him always look relaxed and happy.

"My aides believe that this matter is easy to public relations. As long as the tension of 'the enemy is about to invade the eighth galaxy' is expanded in the eighth galaxy, the nature of the matter will become 'the enemy's public opinion attack', and the government does not need to make too much noise." With a logical rebuttal and a similar explanation, you can cover up the past with the atmosphere of fighting against the enemy, and at the same time spread guiding remarks, and label all those who hold you back as spies of artificial intelligence. You will soon choose to believe me ——After all, I have a good image these years, and now there are a dozen advertisement invitations from toothpaste manufacturers in my private mailbox."

"On the other side of the natural wormhole, there are indeed enemies with evil intentions, but I don't want to put all the charges on it-by the way, this speech has not been reviewed by the cabinet, it is illegal, maybe It will be deleted by the entire network after a while, I hope everyone will keep it privately and share it with relatives and friends who missed this precious opportunity and didn’t hear about it.”

"My mother, Ms. Muller, was hunted down by the Central Alliance at the time to the eighth galaxy. The adoptive father who came to pick her up failed to save her. I should have been aborted..."

In the command center of Galaxy City, the government office of the eighth galaxy exploded into a mess. The spokesperson team rushed into the chief's office desperately, and was shocked by the guards with live ammunition at the door as soon as they entered the door. The people on the chair turned their heads—it was that Lin Jingheng, the commander-in-chief of ghosts and sorrows.

Lin Jingheng is very low-key in the eighth galaxy. Except for official business, she basically doesn't show up, and she rarely talks. After work, she just stays at home. She has never been a demon like she was in the Silver Fortress. It stands to reason that there is nothing to be afraid of. , but when they saw him, their calves would cramp, and they felt the same kind of fear that came from nowhere like golden python popcorn.

"Sit down." Lin Jingheng said almost amiably, "Your boss is not here."

The director of the office summoned up his courage to step forward: "General Lin, please contact the chief immediately. We request that the playback of this statement be stopped immediately. This will cause great damage to the credibility of the eighth galaxy government and chief Lu himself. In such a When external troubles and internal troubles..."

Lin Jingheng raised her hand to interrupt him: "Does the director also think this will be a scandal?"

director:"……"

Even if he felt it, he didn't dare to say it in front of Lin Jingheng.

"Of course not..."

"Since it's not, why can't I explain it in detail?" Lin Jingheng said unhurriedly, "Conspiracy theories all grow out of dark places. If you marry a wife who doesn't look as good as you want, why don't you start it again in the future?" The light is off? I don’t see any problem—of course, the situation is urgent, and there may be a little procedure missing, and I will remind the chief to make it up later.”

The director's face turned a liver color.

On the three-dimensional screen in the corner of the office, Lu Bixing said calmly: "So I am a patchwork of things. I am probably the only beneficiary of the 'Nuwa Project' that has harmed countless people—"

The director is about to have a heart attack.

At this time, Zhanlu in human form walked in and handed him a small box with exquisite packaging: "Sir, you have a courier sent to your home, and I just asked the robot to pick it up."

Inside the box was a pair of identical rings.

Lin Jingheng gave a "hmm", her eyes softened, and she put the small box close to her body: "I still have something to do, so please stay with me. If you want to, you can finish listening here."