When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Lu Xing casually pressed a few more keys on the table, and the pressing sound sounded steady and rhythmic.The patterns on the table disappeared one by one, and then the curtain opened again, and the reappearing holographic images covered them.But the holographic image in front of me no longer looks like a three-dimensional game, but more like a two-dimensional movie screen. The colors on it are smooth and dim, just like Chongqing shrouded in gray sky.

Zhang Luotuo narrowed his eyes, trying to identify what the holographic image was.It seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and suddenly began to automatically zoom in, as if the lens was zooming in quickly, and the gray colors began to rub violently, like clouds and fog in the sky, and then the picture of the whole city broke through the gray, and appeared in front of Zhang Luotuo.

It was a constantly enlarged cityscape, and the details of the streets became clearer and clearer. Those building blocks and pixel-like buildings were reflected in front of their eyes, and then became extremely vivid.

Finally, the picture stopped zooming in, just enough to take a clear view of those streets: roads, shiny billboards, and light rails piled up at the bottom.

Zhang Luotuo recognized this street without having to identify it: this is the image of Nanping.But then he hesitated again.

Although the pattern here is very similar to that of Nanping Street, it looks older and older, and many buildings are different.

"This is Nanping." Lu Xing seemed to see what he was thinking, and said, "But it was Nanping a long time ago, about ten years ago." His eyes stayed on those extremely old buildings superior.

Chongqing.The earth, the people who walk.The camera looks down from the sky, and the faces of the people passing by on the street look indifferent and helpless.

Zhang Luotuo nodded, but then became confused, Nanping more than ten years ago.Why did Lu Xing let them watch this?

But before he spoke, Joad beside him frowned: "Why do you have this?" He didn't seem surprised or puzzled by these pictures, as if he had seen them thousands of times.

"Yes, you must remember this." Lu Xing said, his eyes lowered, and his voice was very soft, "A few years ago, the Mars base often played this video between classes, introducing various districts in Chongqing by means of aerial photography. Chongqing's geography is so well understood that we've seen it so many times that we've gotten tired of it. Do you remember when we last saw it?"

Joad raised his head: "On the spaceship." He didn't seem to understand why Lu Xing asked him so, so he replied almost calmly.

Zhang Luotuo sat aside in confusion, it was like a metaphor, he didn't understand what they were talking about, he didn't even understand why Lu Xing showed them this, it seemed meaningless, just a bunch of flowing images piled up by empty time .

Lu Xing nodded and sighed softly: "...Yes, the last time we saw this video was on the spaceship, the spaceship from Mars to Earth, which heralds the spaceship on which we will begin our four-year life on Earth At that time, in order to prevent us from escaping, they made us drink a potion that could sleep for ten hours, so we all fell asleep within 5 minutes after the spacecraft started. During these ten hours, in order to deepen our memory of Chongqing, they put this The instructional video is input into the chip, which is connected to the seat behind us and communicates with our neurons, so that we can watch this repeatedly in our sleep, just like listening to a lullaby. Until the spacecraft reaches Chongqing. You Remember, don’t you?” Lu Xing said, his hand was beating on the table carelessly, he let the spaceship flowing in the video flow past his eyes, and he didn’t want to glance at it.

Joad didn't give any response, and seemed to be still judging Lu Xing's words.

As for Zhang Luotuo, he listened carefully to Lu Xing's words. He didn't quite understand, but he understood a little bit. Among them, he felt that what he understood most was one thing: What Lu Xing wanted to say is still the same. Hiding under an iceberg.

Lu Xing leaned back in the chair, as if he didn't care about their silence: "...And this is the picture I saw in my sleep." He raised his hand and pointed to those images.Zhang Luotuo couldn't help but follow the direction he was pointing at.those pictures.Pedestrians crossed the horse route, the yellow light was on, and countless old spaceships rowed across the sky. Zhang Luotuo saw a spaceship of the same model as his downed spaceship.

Lu Xing glanced at Joad, like Zhang Luotuo, he didn't notice any other emotions on Joad's face, even Joad seemed very indifferent to Lu Xing's words, Lu Xing narrowed his eyes: "Do you think Is it nothing special? After all, you have seen these too, and everyone in the management department has seen them, so what can you say?"

He shrugged: "If it's just like this, I won't let you come, I believe they misplaced some things in a hurry—" He murmured, his eyes fixed on the large screen, and the pictures flowed slowly, The gray sky seems to last forever.

The statue of the mighty Q, the ground as soft as tinfoil.Zhang Luotuo watched everything.Many things in Chongqing have changed, but some things remain the same, even if they are false.

Those pictures suddenly turned rapidly.Zhang Luotuo turned his head slightly in doubt, and saw that Lu Xing was pressing a button, so the screen was fast-forwarded, 20 times faster, and all the spaceships were flying so fast that it became a competition, and the streaming speed of people was accelerated countless times.

But this picture is still nothing special, the camera sweeps from Nanping to Jiulongpo, without even the usual twists and turns.Zhang Luotuo frowned in confusion, everything seemed huge and meaningless, repeating every day in Chongqing, what did Lu Xing want to show them?

But Lu Xing still calmly let the picture continue to advance 20 times, keeping it in a meaningless flow.

Zhang Luotuo stared at the picture: the old Nanping, the unformed game square; the overly beautiful Jiulongpo, which is cruel compared with other neighborhoods.In Beicheng Paradise Street, there are countless crumbling small shops that sell all kinds of low-tech gadgets: toy drones, old records, and electronic pets.People use them to modify their lives, as if they would feel better that way.

Then there are the shipyards, countless shipyards, those camels seem to have been similar, and the old spaceships rowed past in front of his eyes. bee.

The aerial camera swept over, and it seemed meaningless.

Suddenly, there was a funny buzzing sound.Zhang Luotuo blinked.In the frame, a spaceship flies by, its wings sweep across the camera, and the huge wings are docked above the camera.

Lu Xing suddenly stopped the screen, and then played it at normal speed.

"You guys are watching," he said.

Zhang Luotuo didn't blink his eyes, but looked at him with some confusion and impatience.He didn't know what Lu Xing's intention was.

He heard a loud hum from the ship.Its chassis slides in front of the screen, squeezing the lens, and the screen goes black.

Zhang Luotuo thought at first that the hologram went out.But he immediately found that the black on the screen was glowing with a faint layer of light, which did not blend with the black around him. The screen was still there, but it became darker.

Three seconds later, the darkness faded, and the wings of the spaceship disappeared. Zhang Luotuo was ready for a group of spaceships as tight as shell casings to appear in front of him again, and then flowed down endlessly.

But no, there is no longer the big, rigid scene of the docking yard in the shot, those things have completely disappeared from the shot.In its place is a long, narrow road that completely dominates the frame.

Zhang Luotuo frowned: It was a corridor, he found it.There are no lights in the hallway so it is very dark.He heard a rustling sound.

He moved his gaze to the left and saw a burst of light, which was circular.The picture rotates smoothly toward the circle, then freezes.

Several people stood in the small circle.Zhang Luotuo noticed that there were several people.

Lu Xing glanced at them subtly, and his eyes stopped on Joad's slightly shaking hands.He lowered his head and pressed the magnification button, the circular light expanded rapidly, engulfing the entire square picture, and those few people became clear.

That circle is not light, but an open door.Inside the door is a white room, completely pure white.Ten people stood inside, pacing and talking back and forth, men and women, standing in a row, with a small operating table between them.They were facing a blue display screen on the ceiling with excited and anxious expressions.Zhang Luotuo heard their whispers, but most of those whispers sounded meaningless.

"How are you?" "Very good." "How do you feel?" "It couldn't be better." This is like the perfunctory greeting Zhang Luotuo often sees. After the greeting, people will walk over and forget about each other.But oddly enough, their tone was emotional, like what they said meant a lot to them.One girl in particular, Zhang Luotuo noticed, looked happy, her orange hair glistening with the lights.

Lu Xing moved the screen a little closer, Zhang Luotuo narrowed his eyes, and those people and the operating table were closer to them.Zhang Luotuo noticed that they all seemed to be wearing uniform clothing: gray and black clothes made of fine material, with delicate silver threads buried on the left and right shoulders.Zhang Luotuo frowned. The clothes were very familiar. He seemed to have seen them before. He couldn't help turning his head to ask Qiao De, but he hesitated to speak as soon as he turned his head.He looked at Joad, looked at his gray eyes, looked at the screen intently, with a side face that seemed a little puzzled, and he remembered, this costume, the delicate silver thread.He'd seen it too many times before, but had almost forgotten it lately because he couldn't go out.Zhao Yi always wears this dress and walks past them majesticly, dismissing the restaurant.

"Management".That's what this uniform is all about.

What does it mean?Zhang Luotuo turned his head away, full of doubts: the picture from Chongqing suddenly jumped to this one, and everyone on the picture was wearing the uniform of the management department.But he didn't have time to think, because the picture began to rotate, and those voices came, which took his attention away.

"After four years of tempering and hard work, you are welcome to take the spaceship again and return to our City of Hope. This is a dedication to all mankind, and it is also a sublimation of yourselves..." A huge female voice Speak with authority.For a while, Zhang Luotuo didn't understand where the sound came from. He thought it was the sound of the game hall, but he soon realized that the sound came from the screen, the blue screen, because the people in the screen were all focused on Looking at it like that's important, their profiles all splashed pixelated blue by the display.They listened to the female voice, everyone was happy, even excited, some even started to shed tears, and then they wiped it gently.

Except for the girl, the girl with the orange hair, who was just looking at the monitor, smiling, looking very happy.

"And before that, you need to do—" the female voice continued, "One, hand over all the weapons on your body and put them on the white plate next to the operating table, so as not to damage the spaceship due to accidents on the way back from the spaceship." Her voice Before it fell, the plate on the operating table next to it rose due to the thrust, reminding everyone who had been attracted by the display screen.

Everyone is nodding. "Yes." "Should." Their words flowed out slowly, seeming very convinced by this decision.Everyone pulled something out of their uniform.Zhang Luotuo blinked, and he saw many things: those guns that seemed to be too old, some strange knives or sprays, they were presented in front of him in a primitive state.At last the movements came to a slow stop, and the white plate on everyone's operating table was full of things. Ten seconds later, the white plate sank into the operating table, and then rose again: when it came up, the plate was Empty.

The mechanical female voice paused for a moment, as if she was very satisfied with the situation: "Okay, then two, hand over all the communication equipment, and put them on the white plate, you will bid farewell to this place completely, and avoid the communication equipment The signal disrupted the flight status of the spacecraft."

The young man next to the third operating table took the lead to set an example. He took out what looked like a pet talker and put it on a plate. Zhang Luotuo squinted his eyes, trying to see what it was, but he couldn't see clearly. , that thing is too small and weird, it seems to be a product of the last era.Then other people started to move. They slowly took out various communication devices from their uniforms. Zhang Luotuo was very curious. He was familiar with some of the things inside. He had seen them in Qianhui Market and slums: those antique shops had collections These nostalgic things, but most of them he has never heard of, technology is developing too fast.

Their movement stopped again after a flurry of movement, and the plate sank into the operating table.Silence disturbed the room like a humming noise.Everyone looked at each other, then at the monitor, waiting for the next command.

"Third." The female voice realized that their actions had been completed, and began to order again. Her voice was indifferent and hoarse, "Drink the anesthetic and lie on the operating table. Before boarding the spaceship, you will undergo an operation. The germs and bacteria that may be infected on the earth are cleaned up to avoid damage to the ecology of Mars."

The white plate came up again, creaking, but it was no longer empty.Ten glass bottles lay on it, each filled with a colorless drink.

This time, the group of people didn't act immediately. They looked at each other left and right, raised their cups at a loss, but they didn't drink down, but whispered.

"Will the surgery be painful?" one of them said, looking up in bewilderment at the blue screen as she waited for them to move.

Another person agreed: "I'm also a little scared - I asked Fan Liu before, but he didn't answer me."

Zhang Luotuo blinked, watching this unexpected scene intently.Fan Liu.He heard that familiar name.

The female voice paused for a while, and then the cold voice sounded again. The voice was like a thin layer of steel, without any emotion, and somewhat unexpectedly smooth: "It's just an operation."

The people under the blue screen fell silent. They glanced at each other, including the orange-haired girl. Their heavy breathing covered the echo of the female voice.

"This is to return to the homeland of Mars, and also for the homeland of Mars." The female voice sounded again, as if to interrupt their thinking.she emphasized.

"Homeland," she pronounced the word emphatically.

The word seemed to touch the people in the room.They looked at each other again, but this time not hesitantly, but inquiringly.

One of them took a deep breath and said, "You're right, it's all worth it to get home." He picked up the glass and drank the colorless drink, and everyone looked at him.Then his emotion was quickly contagious, and everyone nodded, and then a second, and a third—and then they all raised their glasses and drank.

They took a deep breath and put down their drinks.

"I'm lying on the operating table now." The female voice said with satisfaction, she witnessed this scene, and the voice was accompanied by a sizzling electric current.

The men put their hands on the pure white cloth-covered operating table and obeyed.Zhang Luotuo noticed the person next to the fifth bed, the girl, the girl with orange hair, her orange hair covered the operating table, looking like beams of light in a blue swimming pool.She took a deep breath and lay down too.

She seemed a little nervous, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, staring hard above the operating table.

The female voice sounded again: "Close your eyes, the automated surgery will start in 10 minutes."

On the operating table, ten people all closed their eyes, including the girl.But her hands were trembling, trembling all the time, she stretched out her left hand, trying to grasp the blue sheet under her body tightly, to suppress her trembling, Zhang Luotuo could tell that she was very nervous, very nervous, although she didn't know why.

"It's okay." The female voice seemed to have noticed her nervousness, and said again, for some reason, suddenly, her voice was no longer intimidating, but became extremely gentle, even a little empty, like a soft pearl film , perhaps to appease.

"Go to sleep. After you sleep, the surgery will clean up the bacteria you have contaminated in this city. You will be taken back to the spaceship and return to Mars. Your family will always miss you." She emphasized.

Then, her voice became very gentle, even holy, like a machine suddenly becoming a human: "Sleep... sleep..."

The dreamy voice seemed to soothe the girl.On the crude operating table, she took a deep breath, and gradually loosened her grip on the bed sheet, regaining a stable state. She was persuaded by the female voice, and everyone present was persuaded by the female voice, or they were anesthetics efficacy.The effect of the medicine and the female voice made them decide to officially dive deep and fall asleep.The operating table was no longer abnormal, but turned into listening to their bed sheets at night. Everyone closed their eyes and began to adjust their breathing.The room became extremely calm, no words passed by, only the lingering sound of a female voice lingered.

"Mars..." Her words are tender and beautiful, "those moons...you will have a ten-hour journey, though it will be difficult..." Crystal clear, full of motherhood.

"Mars...moons...family." She kept repeating the words.

Mother.The orange-haired girl made a mouth shape.Zhang Luotuo heard her say the word softly, and fell silent for a moment.

Her expression stretched out, and the long orange hair was all around her, like a shining sun.She smiled happily, and the medicine seemed to be taking effect, and her breathing became steady and regular.She gradually fell into sleep.

"Mars...satellites...family..." The words kept repeating.The electrocardiogram on the side of the operating table shows the heart rate of the lying person, beating, beating.The numbers were different and chaotic at first, but gradually they stabilized in various forms, and the green number lines became like a neat painting.

They all fell asleep.

"Family." The female voice said the word again.

Then, suddenly, she stopped.

The red light on top of the operating table came on, blinking like a final reminder.

"The anesthesia is complete, and the fully automated surgery can begin." The female voice sounded again, strangely, she no longer sounded soft, but aggressive, like a cold machine.

The voice hovered above, once, twice, three times.She repeated it three times in a row.

stuck.During the third time, ten operating table lamps suddenly burst open and made a violent shaking sound.

Zhang Luotuo didn't understand what the sound was at first, and the blurry picture made it impossible for him to see clearly.It wasn't until the brackets on the left and right sides of the operating table began to wriggle violently that Zhang Luotuo realized that it was the sound of metal.The stand was modeled after a human hand, stretched and gleaming in the air.It moved freely, and countless sharp tiny needles emerged from the silver imitation palm, swinging neatly in the air, like a well-trained killer.

The two pairs of mechanical hands stopped on the back of the person's head, one left and one right, and then stopped suddenly.One second, two seconds, three seconds.The picture freezes.The sound of breathing, the quivering of needles, the hissing of lights.Those men and women fell asleep skillfully amidst the complicated voices, and the effects of the medicine had penetrated deep into their limbs.The silver palm listened to their breathing quietly, as if waiting for something.

still.

still.

"Start." The female voice ordered coldly.

Orders come from the microphone.Within a second, the machine immediately received an order.Crash.The silver hands moved again, this time it didn't hesitate anymore, it had a direction in its heart, and it stopped less than one centimeter away from the scalp, the needle in the palm of the hand was only a short distance from piercing the head.Then it made a soft "beep" sound, and all the hundreds of needles trembled, and they gradually grew longer, emerging from the mechanical palm, like long silver blades of grass.

Half a centimeter, one third of a centimeter, those needle tips were shining, and they were getting closer and closer to the pores on the skin, until finally, one of the needles stopped at only a ten-thousandth of a millimeter, and was about to penetrate.It stops there for three seconds, as if testing a position, or making a final reflection.But immediately, it stopped hesitating, landed first, and dived deeply into human scalps.

breathe.breathe.Those people were still sleeping, their breathing was as steady as usual, there was no pain, no shouting.What follows is a myriad of needles sneaking in following the first.They followed closely under the guidance of the first root.squeak.squeak.One needle after another.They are neat and uniform, piercing everyone's scalp one by one.

What followed seemed like a cruel dream.

Those needles were hollow, and as they squeezed into the scalp, white liquid seemed to continuously jump out of the hollow needles like a soul.

Then the silver mechanical left hand changed accordingly, and the five thumbs moved slightly, and with a "clang" sound, they were transformed into a scalpel, scissors, pliers, wrench, and a silver metal straw.One by one they come in handy on that forehead.Those scalpels seemed to be reclaiming the city, and they moved neatly on the heads of more than a dozen people, creating a gap in the forehead.

Zhang Luotuo couldn't bear to watch, he closed his eyes gently.

The notch in the forehead is like a black pipe, the pliers go deep into the pipe, as if facing an ordinary mechanical object, calmly take out something from the head made of those micro-nerves, that thing is blue, look It looks shiny and is a regular square with a white spot in the middle, like a dice.

The pliers clamped the thing to the operating box beside it, and the thing was still stained with blood, glistening in the operating box.

There was a rustling sound, and the robotic hand began to suture the skin of the ten people in unison, scrubbing their faces with clean water and a rag.

After 1 minute, those men and women closed their eyes tightly and looked calm.They looked the same as usual, save for a long suture on their forehead.

In the surgical box next to them is a blue dice with a white spot on one side.It was bloodstained and glistened in the surgical box.

The robotic arm retracts to the sides of the operating table, becoming a stand again.

The room returned to calm. Those people lay motionless on the blue sheets, their faces very calm.The electrocardiogram beside them flickered.

Zhang Luotuo stared blankly at the electrocardiograms, his palms were covered with sweat.The picture danced wildly in his eyes, as if it had no meaning.

He looked at the EKG in confusion.

The ECG is a straight line.

Silence is like death.

The picture trembled again, and something square walked into the bright picture.Zhang Luotuo narrowed his eyes and barely recognized it: it was a robot in the shape of a cube with four pulleys under its feet.It flew to the side of the operating table, and there was a sound of pulleys turning under its feet.

squeak.squeak.It breaks the calm.It kept sliding towards the inside of the room, passing through the static EKGs, as if not paying attention.

Orange-haired girls, men, women, every time someone walks by, the LED above its head will flash green and emit a burst of pleasant music clips.

He went to the last person.

The green LED light came on again.Fragmentary and pleasant music fragments formed a long song, and the robot waited quietly for the song to finish.

It slid to the last operating table, quietly watching the man who was not breathing.

"It is confirmed that all of them have been destroyed." It made a sound, ruthlessly, "It will be transported to the D-0 area of ​​the cemetery by fully automatic spaceship."

The operating table moved again.One end of the bed gradually began to tilt and climb, tilting at about forty degrees before stopping.The ten static shells obediently respected the gravity of the earth, and rolled off the blue sheets until they stopped on the cold ground.They didn't resist, because there was no breath in their chests.The orange-haired girl's face was pale, but her expression was gentle as if she had just fallen asleep. The cube-shaped robot was docked beside her, with a silver robotic hand protruding from her chest.The robotic hand grabbed her left hand and dragged her forward.

She moved forward passively on the floor, her fresh and pale skin was gradually dimming under the flickering light, but the smile of happiness remaining on the skin was still stubbornly retained.

Her body is dragged out of the room, out of frame little by little, until finally out of sight.

The machine returned to this room again.Then the next person, and the next person.They were dragged out, the screen disappeared, and the buzzing current was always on the left and right, like a loyal audience.

Until the room is empty, only the machine wanders around the room in a daze.

"Mission completed." The robot arm on its chest issued an order.

It also goes out of frame.

The bright picture trembled more and more violently each time.

Suddenly, the screen went black, and three seconds later, a gust of wind whizzed past, and light came in faintly again.A gigantic chassis comes into view, followed by wings, which recede farther and farther away, as a wrecked spaceship is towed away by a salvage ship.

The holographic image of Nanping reappeared in front of them.

Gray skies, endless pedestrians.The old spaceship crashes into a billboard, and the cops arrive to document his crimes.Everything turned back to the beginning again.Dadi, Chongqing, pedestrians who have just walked halfway continue to cross the zebra crossing.

Lu Xing pressed the image off button, and the holographic image was completely broken in an instant, and the room returned to darkness.His face suddenly broke away from all kinds of coverings, revealing without a doubt.Those eyes pierced through the air and across the table.

No one speaks, no one speaks, they are speechless, their throats seem to be severed with the closing of the image.

After a long time, Joad opened his mouth and said: "What is this..." His speech speed became faster, and his voice sounded nothing to do with calmness for the first time, "That's—"

"This is what I dreamed about on the spaceship." Lu Xing replied coldly, "From the scene when the wings blocked the picture just now. This is what I saw in my sleep on the spaceship."