Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

The object of venting, the silent depression piled up, and I was not far from the critical point of killing myself.

Allen dutifully helped me wash up, make the bed, and pat the pillows soft.At night, I lie in bed, there is no sound of insects, birds, or footsteps of pedestrians passing by. Everyone follows the steps. When it is time to turn off the lights, they turn off the lights. The whole planet turns off the lights and everything is silent. This is the last thing I want to live in a day In this world moment.

The author has something to say:

In this world until Chapter 8, there will be a bit... novelty elements mixed in, and the protagonist is a bit blackened.A little suspense foreshadowing, may be a little unintelligible.But it will be fine after Chapter 8~ Please watch carefully.

87. Machine 02

Every year, the Ice Age begins at zero o'clock on the day of Lidong and lasts for three months. The gravity on the ground is reversed, and the sea water on the other side of the planet is tilted, flowing in the opposite direction from east to west, submerging the surface of the earth under the dark blue sea water, and the temperature drops sharply below zero. Going to Baidu, there is no longer a drop of flowing water on the ground.And at zero o'clock on the day of spring, everything recovers, the temperature rises, the ice layer melts, and the sea water goes eastward again.

Come and go on time, organized, like everything here.No clutter can be seen on the street, and the cleaning robot glides across the streets, cleaning up the corners.

Six days ago, the passage to the underground shelter was opened, and I spent hours every day watching TV on the couch until I got tired of the noise and locked on the news channel, which was broadcasting commercials, bodybuilding The man and woman looked at each other and smiled, and jumped down from the top floor, their heads smashed to pieces on the solid ground. When the camera turned, men and women who looked the same as the dead man just now were caressing each other in the bathroom.Subtitles and an excited male voice appeared, telling me that such and such a company is faithfully serving, allowing people to experience the joy of death without any worries.

The news came back after the advertisement. A certain mayor was busy shaking hands with the president. The golden wristwatch was shining luxuriously under the spotlight. The president looked dignified and clasped his hands back. Workers are rushing to collect vegetables in the huge greenhouse; occasionally, the strange alleyways of the entertainment area appear, and the face of a young woman with heavy makeup flashes indifferently.

All districts are busy. People have to prepare resources for three months, move exposed facilities indoors, close doors and windows to make them waterproof, and put up protective covers if they cannot be moved. Now is the last peak period of work.I am a mutated worker bee in the bee colony, I lose my fighting spirit alone in the grid, which means that I may not have enough points to live underground, but I don't care, I would rather starve than live as before The route is alive.

Here's the thing.

Since the last world, my hidden anger has been boiling and burning. Since I came to this new world, I have been preparing every day. For the first time, I can't wait for that "special person" Appear.I carefully observe my bosses, colleagues, neighbors, or everyone I can meet in my life, and prepare enthusiastically, as long as anyone shows an unusual interest in me, I will kill him first.I'm not violent, so I'll give him a clean slate.

This plan should have been fine.According to past experience, as long as I follow the usual route of life, the other party will come to me by myself, so I hold back my emotions and wait day after day.But this time something went wrong, I can't wait for anything unusual, I don't look for trouble, and trouble doesn't come to me, we live in peace, but the last thing I need now is this kind of peace.

I read a story about the devil in a bottle.For the first 100 years when the devil was imprisoned, he swore that whoever released him would give money that he could never spend in his lifetime; after 200 years, he would give treasures to those who rescued him; for 300 years, he promised three wishes; For 400 years, he just wants to kill anyone who opens the bottle.

At this moment, I have given up all naive thoughts of reconciling with the other party and living in peace and harmony. I just want to kill and cut off all entanglements from the source.

The problem is that I can't find that person.

I even travel.Taking advantage of rest days or holidays, walking through the streets and alleys, entering different districts and shops, thinking that as long as you walk enough, you will eventually meet each other.But the surroundings are unexpectedly quiet and peaceful. Everyone maintains a reasonable social distance from me, and they are also friendly and approachable. Everyone tries their best not to cause trouble to others, and also try their best not to cause trouble.

This is a world of good people, at least on the ground, everyone is very peaceful and decent.I walked through the sea of ​​people uninvolved, and the peace I had hoped for was now the last thing I needed.

Not enough time.I knew this, but I ran out of patience in the repeated waiting, and the killing intent I incited would not retreat, but would only turn around. This inexplicable impulse in my chest finally reached the point where I considered murdering myself to dispel it.A thought emerged—if I die quickly, in the next world, maybe I can immediately find someone to kill.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, all the channels lost their signal, and the pre-edited scenery films of each TV station were broadcast uniformly.The TV station is off work.A well-known male presenter on a news show ended the day wrongly, and before he cut his camera, he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

No wonder, today is the last day of the asylum period.

People who got off work retreated into the ground one after another. Once the gate was closed, it would not be opened again during the entire ice season.People live in the warm and dark underground, do not know the sun and the moon, and distinguish day and night by the unified lighting at regular intervals.

"I was thinking, maybe it doesn't make sense to go underground." I turned off the TV and sat on the high windowsill overlooking the entire mechanical area.Those fancy billboards were still glowing with blue and purple light, and the mechanical bird flew over the steel building according to the set route.The only thing here that isn't man-made is probably the blue sky.

Without looking back, I asked, "Remind me again why we didn't move to the natural area."

"Because the transfer area is very expensive." Allen replied.

The so-called perfect world.

Even if technology develops to a certain level, the gap between rich and poor cannot be eliminated.Nutrients ensure that no one will starve to death, the government infrastructure is complete, and everyone enjoys basic rights and interests.If you want to go further, you have to rely on individual efforts.But not everyone is qualified to climb the ladder.

In this world, everyone’s fate is predestined upon birth. Babies are divided into suitable areas based on their genes and intelligence, and they wait for adoption in government nurseries. Their future occupations are almost only chosen within the area. Those who are assigned to agricultural areas Almost destined to be a farmer; the natural intelligence of the scientific research area is superior to others, and the income is naturally higher than most areas.The government hardly allows transfers unless there is enough power or money, two hard currencies that never change in any world.

Here, it becomes a matter of luck that the children are in the same section as the parents.

I watched the people on the road moving towards the door through the window, and it was inevitable that I became bored again——Thinking about it, I couldn't help but stare at the blue blood veins on the branches of my wrist, and murmured: "Maybe it's better to die. "

"Death is not necessarily comfortable." Allen was very sad.In fact, he is not sad, it's just because of his appearance, his drooping eyebrows and eyes always add to his melancholy temperament, in fact, he shouldn't feel anything.So is my concern at the moment.

"It's not for that," I said, "it's not necessarily true that after death there won't be a new life."

"Then will you come back after your reincarnation?"

"probably not."

I asked him what he would do if then.

Allen thought for a while, then said slowly, "I think I'll just have to wait."

"What if we can't wait?"

"I'm just waiting. It's your decision whether you come back or not," he replied.

On the last day of the deadline, I thought that since I have been here for four years, I might as well wait a little longer and ask Alan to pack up the limited luggage and step on the time limit to enter the elevator leading to the underground.

It was the last minute of the time limit, the elevator door closed slowly, and all the lights on the empty street behind the door suddenly went out, and the world on the ground disappeared in front of me, sinking into the deep darkness.

The elevator goes down, and through the transparent glass door, a pure white underground world of light appears in front of you.On one side of the regular street, there are six-storey white buildings of uniform standard, extending all the way to the end of the line of sight.There are layers of squares on the building, and each square is a room with a number. Every citizen lives with a room number issued in advance.

Room numbers are randomly assigned, and all adults have their own numbers, and do not live in the same room with family and friends.It's said that after nine months of hard work, everyone can absolutely relax and the government won't interfere.To me, this provides a fertile soil for people's indulgence, allowing them to kill and rob freely without worrying about accidentally hurting those close to them.

Everyone's on holiday, and so is the government—there's no more government, just law enforcement robots roaming the streets.

I took out my mobile phone to confirm the room number, and boarded the driverless train, just like I settled down underground four times before.

On the ground or underground, my life is the same. I just don’t go out. The social security system uses machines to deliver supplies to each family on demand every day. These supplies are all ordered online, which also requires money.In the past three months, the government did not provide subsidies and could only rely on deposits. Everyone was on vacation, but some activists reported to the government to run the store, but there were no human employees, and all work was done by machines.

Occasionally I wanted to go out for a walk, but Allen said that there was no police underground after all, and I was not allowed to go out alone, as if I would die suddenly on the spot if I went out.He thoughtfully planned the route, stayed at a certain place for a few minutes, and dragged me away abruptly when the time was up. In the past four years, including now, no matter how many times I say it doesn’t work, he behaves quite well.