When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

In front of Joad sat Zhang Camel.Zhang Luotuo looked tired. He sat on a chair with his legs slack over the edge of the chair. He looked at Joad uneasily, his black eyes flickering, and the mercury-like rain reflected on his window In the eyes, become deformed.Joad noticed this keenly, just like he used to observe others, he could capture all kinds of expressions from those imitation people or human faces.But Zhang Luotuo is a little different, and Joad sniffs this out from his keenness.He couldn't empathize with the pain and exhaustion of others, he just felt cold.But Zhang Camel's.he thinks.Zhang Luotuo's fatigue made his fingers tingle.

Zhang Luotuo quickly accepted everything he said. Even though these things were constantly breaking Zhang Luotuo's bottom line and sounded extremely absurd, he still accepted it and continued to question.Qiao De felt that Zhang Luotuo had already guessed a lot before, and was even close to reaching the answer countless times, but he was always blocked by something in the middle, such as Zhao Yi, whose bullet broke the trajectory of Zhang Luotuo.

"The reason why you monitor me is because I don't behave like an emotionless imitator?" Zhang Luotuo asked him, and he finally re-clasped the original ring in a series of clues.Those questions, one changed from the original question to the next question, the city, the counterfeit man, Mars, the spaceship, the lie of the end, and then he returned to the beginning again.

Joad thought, how should he answer this question?Where to start?It's hard, he thought, feeling his lips glued to his thoughts.

He blinked, recalling how quickly leaked documents spread across the internet.

"Yes." He said with difficulty, the words pouring out of his mouth.

He saw the yellow butterfly in the vision.

He went back in time, a long time ago, when he wasn't even on Earth, he was on Mars.

That yellow butterfly.

He was eight years old then, standing up from the grass on Mars.He didn't catch the yellow butterfly because it was extinct.His smiling father came across from the other side of the lawn.Joad ran to his father and walked to the museum together. Its ticket price was 29 yuan. Joad bought a green fake pine leaf that looked very fresh at the unmanned booth next to the ticket office.He gripped it tightly and was about to enter the museum, but a freckled girl with a yellow ponytail ran past him and bumped him, and the green pine leaf flew out of Joad's hand and floated in the sky. "Sorry." The girl said while running, waving at Joad, Joad didn't have time to blame her, but caught up with the green pine leaf, which was stuck to a graffiti wall with various incomprehensible patterns, Joad walked over, panting, and found that it was glued to a performance art fake fly, and Joad gently tore it off, revealing the number of the fly.

"1025".

Joad took a look and ran towards the museum. His father had been waiting for him there for a long time, and he was a little impatient. They walked in together and arrived at the butterfly exhibition hall. Joad held the fake pine leaves and saw the extinct butterfly specimen in surprise Flooded behind glass.He found the yellow butterfly in the museum, through the fence, its wings still intact after death.

"Remember, it's a creature," his father said, and Joad nodded.

They bought a fake butterfly specimen in the sales department and took a group photo.

This is his usual life on Mars. Joad was naturally born in Hope City, familiar with this brown-red land from the age of zero, and then grew up like other children, and like other children, he was ready to live in the city of Mars. A lifetime on Mars.Joad has heard many stories about Mars. For example, it is the planet where humans built their second capital after escaping from the destroyed earth, so people cherish it very much. What they have now is thanks to the Mars base, which is not what they did at that time. people would not have migrated here if they had decided so decisively—and they did.Joad was grateful. He raised his head and looked at the skyscrapers outside the window, remembering the teacher's lecture: "When Mars needs you one day, you have to lend a helping hand."

These days are no different than those of other humans on Mars.Until the day after his 14th birthday, the school suddenly conducted a physical examination one day, and everyone had to participate. Those cold metal machines were handcuffed above their heads, emitting different colors of light.

"You're very smart." His teacher said to Joad from the side after the metal machine left his head, as if sighing.

After school that afternoon, he was taken to the principal's office.

"Would you like to help Mars?" the headmaster asked him.

Joad didn't know exactly what he meant, but he knew he had to say yes.

"Yes," he replied.

The next day, he was picked up by the space agency in a car. Many classmates watched him leave enviously. They only knew that he had been selected by a mysterious event, but no one knew what it was.Joad still remembered that car, it was an old brand car, its black shell surface was extremely smooth, reflecting the light of the blue tunnel in the sky.Joad got into the car and found his father waiting for him in the back seat of the car. A man wearing glasses in the front seat looked at him with a smile, looking like a doctor or doctor.

"Congratulations, you will be secretly cultivated as a generation going to Earth," he said.

He was taken into a large auditorium, and Joad found many people around his age standing inside, eager to listen to the speech, their eyes glowing.A boy greeted him: "I am Gao Shan." He said, then pointed to the girl next to her, who showed a cold expression, "She is dying, are you also secretly selected?" His words Being interrupted, Mi Liu gave him a serious "shh" word, and they continued to listen to the speech of the leader of Mars, who was explaining why he should train people to go to the earth.

"The existence of counterfeit people makes it necessary for us to leave our homes." The leader appealed to them in the auditorium. "The dragons have no leader, or the fake people become leaders. As long as one of these two is realized in Chongqing, it is very scary. We must send Real humans run them in secret, and that's why you're here, you have potential, you have hope—"

After the speeches, they were brought into the white room in groups, sat alone at the table, and asked if they were willing to make sacrifices for Mars, to be trained for five years, and then to spend four years of their lives on Earth, and they guaranteed that Mars The best conditions will be prepared for their cultivation.

No one said no, at least not in Joad's group.

After that day, Joad was arranged to leave the school and start courses in the secret base of the space agency as a potential candidate for Chongqing.All the things they learned before are useless and no longer needed. In the class, the teacher instilled in them everything about Chongqing, the leadership method, the living habits of those imitating people, and various languages: Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, and English.Because the imitation people in Chongqing are fused together and speak various languages.They were even taught Sanskrit.They also repeatedly watched videos about Chongqing between classes to make sure they were familiar with it.In short, they tried their best to make all preparations for going to the earth in the future.He re-acquainted many people in the classroom, one named Lu Xing and one named Zhao Yi sitting next to him, they became friends naturally.Zhao Yi was a vagrant before, and she got a nose ring before entering the base. Lu Xing's family seems to be very rich. He wears all kinds of the most popular shoes on Mars, and there are always all kinds of strange novels beside him.

The nameplate hangs on the wall: The Mimics don't have any human feelings, they just need to be managed.Joad could see this when he looked up, and he memorized it silently, which was a warning for them to go to Earth in the future.Then he lowered his head, and while Lu Xing and Zhao Yi were playing poker, he put away his favorite astronomy books, finished one exercise related to space knowledge, and then turned to the next one.

He looked at the exercise question: "Why did Mars not let you know where the exit from Chongqing is after transporting you to Chongqing on Earth?"

Of course Joad knew the answer, and he wrote it down.

"Because we can leave in four years, and we don't have a brain chip installed, knowing the exit means we can escape at any time with no hindrance, which is not conducive to the surveillance plan."

"Are you going to work in outer space?" Father knew nothing about his future job, except that he had been honorably chosen to secretly train at the base for years, then go on an adventure in outer space for four years, and then return.Joad nodded; then stood up, ready to leave, it was his 15th birthday, so he and his father were allowed to meet as a birthday present.Then his father sent him a photo, which showed him and his father: when he went to the museum for the first time when he was eight years old, his father took a picture with him, his father hugged him, and the butterfly specimen was in his arms, yellow in color, like Ready to fly anytime.

That was the last time he and his father met, and Joad never saw him again. The life on the base was too busy, and his father could only live in the picture frame in his room.

When Joad was free, they had to go to Earth.

... Four years later he will meet his father again.Joad thought.He looked out the window, they were about to fly to Earth.He put that photo in his flight suit, and the rest in the hold: the luggage, human history, astronomy, and the Teresa Teng record.He often listened to Teresa Teng's songs on the base, and he even liked her a little bit. There was a moon in one of her songs, and he also liked the moon. This was something he could find when he looked up.Human beings miss Teresa Teng so much on Mars, and the culture of the earth will never be erased.

Lu Xing was sitting on his left side, Zhao Yi was on his right side, the others were sitting in the back cabin of the spaceship, and he was in the middle of the spaceship cabin, flying to the earth, Chongqing as the person leading the whole team.

Zhao was sobbing softly, she was crying, she was 20 years old after seven years in the secret base, but she still couldn't control her tears, her golden nose ring was covered with tears and snot.Joad turned his head away, reassuring her not to cry.But Zhao Yi just cried harder.She's afraid of imitating people, and she doesn't know how to manage them.She's going to kill them, those goddamn copycats.She cried in panic.

They closed their eyes, prepared to be injected with medicine, poured into the seat equipped with video chips, and then fell into a dream. During the ten hours of the dream, their minds would automatically play the city images of Chongqing in a loop, which allowed them to go to the hospital. Before Chongqing, I was familiar with the scene of Chongqing for the last time.And more importantly, it's safer.Mars is afraid that they will be deserters, and they may change the orbit of the spaceship halfway and not go to the earth. What's more frightening is that they may remember the orbit of the spaceship and pretend to go to the earth, but in fact fly to the earth and then manipulate the spaceship to escape , and letting them dream apparently circumvents this risk.

Videos of Chongqing in sleep are played in a loop.And when they opened their eyes again, Chongqing was already in front of them.

They met with the people from the previous management department. Those people officially resigned when they came to the earth. Their four-year trip to the earth has been completed. They will be picked up by Mars and go home. Eyes on them.

Joad walked through the streets and alleys, and Chongqing looked like a city, the same as he talked about on Mars, and the images he dreamed of on his spaceship: cold neon lights, huge buildings, gray skyline locked. In the sky, countless people passed by him, and they looked no different from people on Mars.But Joad remembered what was said in those classes: These people are fakes, and fakes can only be managed.He took these words to heart.

He raised his head coldly and walked past them calmly.Zhao Yi cringed beside him, screaming and showing disgust when someone bumped into her, and her hatred for the doll reached its apogee when it reached Earth.And Lu Xing just looked around curiously, the girl chewing the sugar pill seemed to make him feel very novel.They walked into Eleven Company under the guidance of the former management department, and appeared when they announced their succession.

Joad stepped up and fake people applauding perfunctorily.He looked at all the people below, and they looked at him with a blank expression.

They are all imitators.Joad thought, looking at the faces.They seem cold and worthless, only eligible to be managed.

They start their careers in management ministry.It's not difficult, Joad can feel that he has used the method in the book here, and it is even more severe. Managing the imitation is very simple and does not require emotional input.Order, reprimand, fire, give jobs.He worked in this huge ruin, and walked through many streets full of stains, smells or fragrances, and felt that life was getting easier every day.Some people in the management department refused to talk to the imitators. For example, Zhao Yi, she never contacted them except for work. She only talked to people in the management department. Joad could understand that he didn't forbid them to do so.Communication isn't necessary, and Mars doesn't ask them to.After all, imitation people have no feelings, they just need to be managed.

It happens occasionally that Mars mentions to them.The imitation person resists, or realizes something, and wakes up.For example, an imitation person: Zeng Lin.Joad remembered his name.He was the kind of fake man that Mars said.On a rainy day, Joad got a secret document with the person's name written on it, and people in the management department were spreading his abnormalities. He began to disobey the management, and even tried to break into the management department to steal some Know what information he wants.

They decided to get rid of him.

Zeng Lin ran around the company, trying to save his life in hiding.But in the end, the Ministry of Security still found him under assignment.He was hiding under a table in the toy department, dying

One breath.Joad walked through the corridor, he knew that countless pairs of eyes were watching in the bright office, but he didn't care.

An imitator returned to his seat, saw this scene, and tried to stand in front of Zeng Lin, but Joad didn't care either.The pair of black eyes looked directly at him, but Joad only felt the coldness, he lowered his head, warned the imitation man, and asked the security department to take Lu Xing away.

The management department announced that Zeng Lin had been fired.But Joad didn't expect that this would cause resistance.

"Jodema".A few days after the incident, an animal used to satirize him somehow appeared in Eleven, sending out screams that shook the building.He was angry, but more disdainful, and the emotions of the imitation person were very false.He knows this.But he didn't expect that the trend would intensify, and those resistances were like a tidal wave.He ignored them until those no-names rolled out "Jord the Penguin" again.He thought it was another parody, but when he walked over, he saw the picture on the penguin's head - a picture of him with his father, the one his father gave him when he was 15 years old.

He once put this photo on the chest of his flying suit. This photo records his time on Mars, those trainings, stories, him and his father, and the butterfly specimens in the museum.

The photo would have stayed in a frame in his office.

The outline of his father's face is no longer clear in the photo, his face has been pierced and scratched with crayon.

That was the only group photo he brought to Earth.

This is the first time he lost control after coming to Chongqing.He began to hate these imitators, whose feelings were fake like plastic products, and human feelings had nothing to do with them.

Panting, mind blank, he stumbles forward and kicks the penguin out.Then, he tore up the photo under the foolish and stupid eyes of the imitators, and left alone, although he knew he would regret it.

Two hours later, he returned from Nanping and drove the spaceship back to the company. There was not a single man-made or natural star in the gray sky.He regretted it, he stepped into the empty company alone, those cold machines and searchlights greeted his arrival.The pictures were crumbled, he knew, but he wanted to look at them, even though he knew nothing would come of it.

The corridor on the 38th floor was dark, and all the imitators had left.Joad walked over, the long strip of glass reflected the urban fog, and the traces of the penguins flying around were everywhere, but there was no trace of a fragment of the photo on the ground, it disappeared with the departure of the others.He looked at the floor, feeling hopeless.

He noticed that the office lights were still on and it looked warm. He walked over exhaustedly and decided to go in and sit. He was soaked in the rain.He can rest for a while and then go home.

He walked in and immediately saw the lights on the desk on the left side of the door flickering.There are a lot of things piled up on the desk, all kinds of old toys, plush dolls, mechanical armor, and a bottle of cheap beer from "Chongqing City" that has been empty. These things are placed like museum utensils .The lights gathered in a bunch and swept across the table, illuminating a blurred sleeping face.Next to it was a piece of paper, which looked very clean, dull in the light.

He walked over and froze.

That paper was of him and his father, and this was the picture that should have been torn up.But it looks perfect, like it was never cracked or crayoned, just like the original.Joad looked at himself in the photograph.The butterfly specimen in his arms is very clear, its frame is slightly reflective, and sporadic yellows hang down next to his fingers.

Joad was speechless.He gently stretched out his hand, picked up the photo, and looked at it intently.

The sleeping man was awakened by the motion of pulling out the paper, and opened his eyes suddenly.The flickering lights enveloped his dull lips, and his eyes blinked twice, like the kind of satellites that can be seen on Mars that flicker frequently in the night sky due to poor signal.Rubbing his hair, he immediately noticed that Joad was holding the photo.

"I fixed it," he explained vaguely to him, very flustered, probably not expecting Joad to be here.

Joad looked at him, those black eyes were so familiar, he recalled where he had seen him, he remembered the rainy day, a pair of black eyes, when after get off work, he vaguely recalled that this person had been in his Zeng Lin was blocked in front of him.

Joad didn't speak, he didn't know what to say to him, this situation made him dumbfounded.Father and himself are smiling at him in the photo.

A copycat helped him?he thought incredulously.It's like a joke.He didn't speak, turned and left, and walked to the door.But the man stopped him again behind his back.

"I made Qiao Dema." Hearing him say this, Qiao De was very serious.

Joad returned to the spaceship, and for some reason, those black eyes still flashed in front of his eyes, reminding him of the satellite he could see immediately when he looked up on Mars.

This dummy is a little different.He can feel it.But maybe it's an illusion.When he went to work again on Monday, he didn't mention this matter to others. He worked as usual, stayed with the management department, and listened to Zhao Yi complain about the filthiness of those imitators.

Chongqing is as usual, no difference.He looked at the billboard outside the window, the dirt was washed by the rain.At noon, he and Lu Xing rowed to check various departments, and he saw that person again in the toy department.Zhang Camel.His name was written on the list, and Lu Xing read it out.Joad looked at him calmly, that Zhang Luotuo stood with the others, holding an unfinished toy in his left hand.

On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, Qiao De ran into him again, but Zhang Luotuo didn't notice that he was doing what he was doing as usual, very focused, or reading a book, and jotting down some things in the book. Sometimes he and a man named Zheng Zheng's girl was chatting in the restaurant, staring at the inferior TV series that Qiao De always looked down upon, showing a facial expression between helplessness and seriousness.Joad passed by him, and a strange feeling rose from his heart.

He observed a copycat for four days straight, which is ridiculous.

What's even more absurd is that he feels that this fake humanoid has feelings and reason.he thought perplexed.

But this feeling is only human.

He doesn't understand this, it's nothing like what they've been told on the Mars base.He didn't say it, however, thinking it was more likely a hallucination.

When he got home and turned on the record player, Teresa Teng's singing disturbed him for the first time."The moon represents my heart," she sang.

He didn't see the moon from the song, he saw a satellite.

On Friday night, he went to the company vending machine to buy a bottle of coffee.Then he noticed that there was beer on it.

"Chongqing City" brand.It says.He looked at the can of beer, unconsciously lost in thought.

When he recovered, he had already bought the can of beer.He looks at the beer in his hand, and he knows he's not going to drink this, ever.So why did he buy this?He looked at it and thought.

He walks to the elevator. 38th floor.He pressed the number.The elevator took him all the way down.He came to that office again.Eight o'clock at night.He didn't know what he was thinking.He walked in, the lamp on the left desk was still flickering, Zhang Luotuo sat there, frowning, as if thinking about planning.He walked over and handed the can of beer to Zhang Luotuo.He didn't even know why he was doing it, he thought it was ridiculous.

"That's a picture of me and my dad," he explained.Zhang Luotuo looked at a loss, he took the bottle of beer, his expression was as confused as the holographic image outside the window, without self-awareness.Joad looked at him and couldn't find any other expression on him. He looked like any other impersonator, sitting in the office like everyone else.

Joad turned around and was about to leave. He really thought too much. It is impossible for an imitation person to have real emotions.he thought, walking straight down the corridor.

That satellite is nothing but an illusion.He breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he walked into the corridor, a small voice floated from the silent office.

"You're welcome."

Joad stopped abruptly.