imperfections

First Galaxy, Silver Fortress.

The floating car door slid open to both sides, and Mr. Woolf, the veteran Union Army marshal, and Gordon, the chief secretary, got out of the car one after another. Gordon politely asked the old marshal to go first, and he held the door gracefully, half bent down, and handed it to the car door. Lin Jingshu, Mrs. Gorden, leaned close to her ear and asked softly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Lin Jingshu nodded with a grim expression. From Capital Star to Silver Fortress, if she didn’t want to walk for thirteen days like Admiral Lin did, she would have to go through a jump. What a strange problem.

Gordon said: "You open the authorization and let Eden help you adjust the balance."

Lin Jingshu didn't say a word, but shook her head silently.

Since the death of Admiral Lin, Lin Jingshu, like her brother, chose to block most of the functions of Eden.

The Garden of Eden network was not built in a day. At first, it was only a small-scale application, allowing people to control household appliances, play a holographic game, and so on. The gradually mature technology has brought convenience to people's daily life little by little over the course of a hundred years. Just like the people on the ancient earth installed a bunch of application software on their mobile phones, they are constantly opening up their own authorization.

The "Spiritual Network Protection Law" stipulates that every application in Eden must fully inform citizens of the possibility of privacy disclosure, and can only be linked with the authorization of citizens.However, the content of these announcements is detailed, often 10,000+ words, and people generally don’t bother to read them. Anyway, since the establishment of Eden, the legislation and supervision have been quite strict, and there have been no scandals that leaked user privacy.

Today, openness, tolerance, frankness, and free expression are politically correct beyond doubt. Except for a few religious people who believe that penance can sharpen themselves, only Lin Jingheng and his Silver Ten Guards will block the Garden of Eden—this is actually A "crime" of General Lin during his lifetime, those who scolded him said he was harboring evil intentions and was not upright at all, but after his death, it became a "credit". Embrace the pain."

Lin Jingshu chose to commemorate her deceased brother in this way, similar to being a vegetarian. Gordon had no objections, and thoughtfully gave her half an arm, allowing her to rest on her own.His gentleness is a bit like showing off in the Silver Fortress, and it also has real feelings-no matter what disagreements the secretary-general had with the then Admiral Lin in private, he still has a lot of affection for Lin Jingshu.

There is no way, such a beauty, even if it is a dead thing placed at home, can make people feel emotional after looking at it for a long time.

General Li, the new guard of the Silver Fortress, came out early and waited for the Marshal and the Secretary-General and his wife on the side of the road. Two rows of guards lined up behind him. The army looked neat, young and handsome, slim waist and long legs.But when you look closely, it’s a bit inconsistent, because these handsome guards are so uniform, except for the number on the uniform, they are almost hatched from the same egg, so that people can glance over at a glance, and they will almost have a panic disorder due to their handsomeness .

The marshal is an old-fashioned figure, and he frowned when he saw this ceremonial guard. Admiral Li explained in a low voice: "There is nothing left of the ten guards of Baiyin. , for the safety of the first galaxy, I transferred a group of artificial humans, look at this model..."

The old marshal interrupted him unequivocally: "This is a way. I will write a letter to the Alliance Council later, asking them to send an artificial intelligence to rule the Silver Fortress. In the future, robots will command robots to fight. It will be civilized and easy. It also saves you from intrigue all day."

Admiral Li specially brought a team of robot models out to greet him. He wanted to show his flexibility, but he was ridiculed by the old marshal in public, so he had to lead the way with a downcast eyebrow, not daring to talk too much anymore.

A group of people walked into the Silver Fortress, sank straight into the ground, and reached the deepest part of the ground. The Marshal used the highest authority of the Alliance Army to open seven blocked doors. With the last heavy metal door slowly lifted, a huge aircraft A falls into everyone's eyes.

It is almost perfect, almost brilliant, and its cold body shines like a sleeping dragon.

Secretary-General Gordon raised his head and exclaimed, "This is 'Zhanlu'."

"Yes," Admiral Li seemed to be afraid of waking up, subconsciously lowered his voice, "Jingheng... After that, no one can wake Zhanlu again, it rejects all spiritual links, including the Garden of Eden. Zhanlu is a treasure of mankind , is the flag of the Silver Fortress, we don’t want to artificially sabotage it and forcibly link it, but the interstellar pirates have become more and more rampant these years, the alliance really needs it, there is no other way, so we want to ask Madam Gordon to help with this.”

As Admiral Li said, he bowed to Ms. Lin: "You are Jingheng's only blood relative. Sharing the excellent genes of the same origin may impress Zhanlu."

Lin Jingshu retreated half a step and refused to accept the gift, and returned him a just right smile.

The old marshal stepped forward, touched Zhanlu's fuselage, reached out and pressed on the hatch, and tentatively said, "Request a link."

The entire underground space first buzzed, and then, the frequency of the sound wave quickly left the range of human ears, like a silent roar, echoing around like waves. At the same time, the old marshal felt some extremely powerful The oppressive force crushed over his head, and the sleeping mecha was like a trapped beast, once it opened its eyes, it would open its mouth to devour people.

The old marshal was startled, let go of his hand quickly, and took a few steps back before standing still.

"marshal!"

The old marshal waved his hand to avoid Admiral Li's flattering hand, fixed his cloudy eyes on him, and said word by word: "In 260, the new interstellar terrorism and the pirate group colluded, and Lin Jingheng was ordered to fight. The most famous In one battle, he invaded fifteen enemy mechs by himself, and forcibly took over the authority of the other party—at the same time.”

General Li's face turned red and white.

"Lin Jingheng didn't lead the Silver Fortress with a mecha. It is reasonable for Zhan Lu not to accept the link. Linking you trash is a humiliation to the mecha. The spiritual threshold cannot be reached, blood relationship? You can figure it out!" the old man The marshal said coldly, and then turned to Lin Jingshu in a distant and polite manner, "You don't need to try, Mrs. Gordon. She is not in good health and has no military training. She is easily injured by Zhanlu. It would be the capital star's fault to hurt the beautiful you." Loss. Sorry to bother you to make a special trip, please."

The secretary-general came here to make a show, and he didn't really want to help. He was happy to watch the military helpless. Without a word, he pulled Lin Jingshu up and followed the old marshal who was striding away from the Silver Fortress.

He didn't see his "weak" wife looking back at Zhanlu, her crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping, covering her weird smile.

At the same cosmic time, the eighth galaxy, Beijing β star.

It was just dawn, and the fourth brother carefully washed his hands three times. After washing, he thought about it and wiped his face.

The mechanical hand on the wall was still dormant, so he shaved his beard and changed his clothes by himself, and then opened the windows and front and rear doors of the "Broken Tavern".

The sound of wind and chill passed through the hall, and Beijing Xing had already woken up from the shivering cold night.

The fourth brother poured himself a cup of overnight coffee, and then dug out a ball of sandwiches from the freezer—a specialty of the eighth galaxy. I didn't care, the door was wide open and I started to eat in the cold wind, and even fed some mealworms to the lizard.

The voices of people outside are gradually rising, there are the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, the loud and clear scolding of housewives in a hurry, the uneducated children imitate adults to speak foul language, and the "Rikeyun car" honks its horn once every 5 minutes. The unique vitality of the eighth galaxy.

The "Broken Tavern" is clean, and the spiders are gone.

The fourth brother was never very lively when he was full of energy, and he would stay up all night, and he didn't look sluggish. He was like a pine tree, whether it was wind, frost, rain, snow, spring or Jingming—they were all the same.

The skin is as rough as iron, and I don't know the heat and cold.

"You shouldn't have breakfast in front of the cold wind, it will cause gastrointestinal problems." When three hours came, Zhan Lu, who was hanging on the wall, turned back into a handsome man on time.

The fourth brother seemed to be attracted by something, staring out the window without looking back: "No."

His voice fell, the doors and windows of the bar were closed at the same time, and the indoor temperature rose rapidly, like a copper wall and an iron wall, isolating the cold Beijing morning.

Zhan Lu said seriously: "Yes, there is a significant positive correlation between eating cold food against the wind and stomach problems."

Fourth brother: "..."

Zhanlu took away his improvised breakfast, spilled the overnight coffee, ground a new cup, and reheated the sandwich: "You interrogated the spider."

The fourth brother talked to him without going around in circles: "Well, three months ago, the poison nest was outside the eighth galaxy, and I met a group of people of unknown origin. These people claimed that they had a hundred mechas in their hands, and two armed mechas I want to negotiate an arms deal with them. The chip was brought by this group and implanted in the heart. It can not only affect people and artificial intelligence within a radius of 200 meters at will, but also turn them into invulnerable superhumans. ——As far as I know, there is no such function in the Garden of Eden."

What is the concept of a hundred mechas?

Five years ago, the Alliance Government secretly sent troops to surround the Silver Fortress, and only dispatched [-] mechas.

Zhanlu: "It's not a local gang force in the eight galaxies."

"Probably not," said the fourth brother, "these mysterious people offered very low prices, and the first batch of arms was almost free. They just asked the drug nest to help search for children aged two to four. They have already asked them for a batch of one hundred. Two batches, guessing it might be some kind of human experiment. Those mysterious people didn't let them abduct children in the same place, maybe they were afraid of abducting too many children and being discovered, or they might be using the group of idiots in the poisonous nest to test biochips— — and now the Nest gang is running amok across the galaxy."

Zhanlu waited quietly for the fourth brother's conclusion.

The fourth brother ate the processed breakfast absent-mindedly, and then said: "Don't worry, if the pirates from outside the territory want to do something, the poisonous nest should be just a temptation for them to extend their tentacles, and they will come to the door sooner or later. Before that, it's best Find out what that biochip is first."

"I will do my best to assist Principal Lu," Zhan Lu paused, "By the way, will you be invited to attend Principal Lu's opening ceremony today?"

"Am I full?" The fourth brother drank the coffee in one gulp.

Zhanlu: "But I noticed that you changed your clothes."

The fourth brother dismissed him casually: "Yesterday, the one was stained with blood and was very dirty. Dispose of it."

Zhan Lu said "Oh", and took away the fourth brother's tableware and empty cups: "Then I will cross this arrangement from your schedule later."

The fourth brother sat silently for a while: "Who put you on the agenda?"