what am i wiping this

remove.It's not that hard, I've done it.The hard part is—how long do you think you've been here, Subject One? "

The Mini King Kong who was suddenly named was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "53 years?"

"Actually, it was 96." The "Matrix" explained to the surprised little Zhuge, "My main experiment on Subject No. [-] was to erase the memory. But I need to retain their ability to analyze the situation in the battle, which requires I have a very high precision in the selectivity of clearing memory. At the same time, I also need their absolute loyalty to me."

Xiao Zhuge looked in horror at the "matrix" who was stroking the probe of He Jindun, which had lost its external energy supply and leaned obliquely on the support column. Terror Scientist: "So I need to rewrite their memories, and firmly engrave their fear and loyalty to me on their brain modules. This is what I experimented on you, Subject No. [-]."

Glancing at the little Zhuge who was huddled in the corner of the glass box, the "matrix" walked towards the exit of the base again, and said to himself: "In this regard, I may only be half successful."

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Looking at the words on the small display screen that represent the thoughts that the patient who can no longer speak wants to express, Bren Walson frowned nicely, and she looked at the display on the upper right corner of the wrist computer again. Time, took a deep breath: "Mr. Witwicky?"

【"Um?"】

"I'm sorry to say this, I know you don't like this topic, but I have to confirm with you: You have been told the predicted time of bodily function cessation before, which is probably between tonight and tomorrow morning. Are you sure...you don't want to be with your family?"

For a long time, no new words appeared on her screen. It was so long that she checked the other party's vital signs and indexes in panic, and finally, he opened his mouth: ["No, I Don't want to see them. My wife, my friends, have already left before me, and my children... they don't like me. I have nothing to say to them, and there is no need for them to stay here .”]

"But... but this may be the last night. Besides them, who do you want to be with and talk to? Could it be me?"

["You look a little high on you, Walson. But I don't hate it. You are still young, so you should have this confidence."] Wittwiki said that as an orator, his character is hardly friendly , 【"You stay here only because the hospital stipulates that critically ill patients must have special care by their side. And who do I want to talk to? That person is definitely not you."]

Walsen rolled her eyes helplessly, but she was used to the other party's often mean tone, and since it was the other party's last night, she still asked in a good voice: "Well, it's not me, but there is someone you want to talk to Is it 'that guy' he's talking about? The Autobots? Like the Bumblebee you said earlier? Your buddy?"

【"Little bee? No, I have already said what I want to say to him, and I don't want him to see me like this. Just like Xiaofeng, I have already said what I want to say to everyone else, So I don't need them around me."] Sam "said", 【"Except one."】

【"That person, I have so many things to say to that person, so many questions to ask that person, so many answers to be given by that person--that person, I just want to see that person now, I just want to stay with that person Together."】

"So, who is that person? I can contact you! Don't worry, there is Azov Lightway, even if he is in Africa..."

【"That person is Anne, my sister."】

Walson shook his hands, thinking that if it was an old-fashioned movie, a cup must have fallen at this moment.

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"Explorer NO.13 is the first ship in human history..."

"This is CNN, and what we're seeing right now is..."

"It is well known that humans and Cybertronians have cooperated technologically for many years, and now..."

"Everyone has concerns about the safety of this launch, but as far as we know, the safety of the launch site is under the responsibility of Megatron, Royal Enemy and the elite United Nations troops. This can be said to be the safest in history..."

Amidst the noisy reporters' reports and cheers, the bright sunlight shone on everyone, no matter if they were humans or the Cybertronians. The bright sunlight made the blonde feel a little dizzy.

She saw the twins of brakes and fenders vying to be the background behind the beautiful female anchor, but the cameraman and female anchor turned their cameras on the side cannon standing on one side.

For this reason, the two of them started to provoke the horizontal cannon with some displeasure, and the horizontal cannon, which hit at one point, unhesitatingly popped out his sharp blade to prepare for a fight. As a result, the three of them were severely taught by the three sisters of Arcie who came over after hearing the news.

She looked in amazement at the three Alcie sisters who taught the troublesome trio to keep their heads down. She always felt that it was a little strange, but Sam, who pushed her forward, didn't give her more time to pay attention to this event that ended before it started. A little farce, the next scene that surprised her rushed straight ahead.

"Hey, let me tell you! I, Tianhuo, are the TF who designed the entire spaceship calibration system! That guy Starscream will steal the credit, but the calibration system really has nothing to do with that bastard!"

"Nisi, Nissi..." "Hum..."

"Yeah yeah, I know this is amazing, but hear me out! Not just calibrating the system, but..."

The blue eyes were widened in surprise, and the blonde who was about to speak before she had time to say anything was pushed past the most suitable range and timing for calling them.

The inexplicable contradiction is getting bigger and bigger, and the confusion in her heart is hard to calm down. She instinctively feels that something is wrong, but the next person who appears in front of her makes all the contradictions irrelevant——

"Ready to board, brat?" The tall black Cybertronian stood in front of her with his hips akimbo, blocking her way, his voice rarely smiling.

"Al..." Her voice trembled and trembled, and before the other person questioned and corrected her previous address, she said again, "Ironhide."

"...Oh," Iron Skin, who was blocked back from speaking, was rarely taken aback, "Oh, you finally called my name correctly....Are you alright, brat?"

The blond woman stared closely at the scratches on the other's eye sockets and his ice-blue optical lens, and said just a second before the stared iron skin asked uncomfortably: "No. No, there is nothing. Nothing matters, the only thing that matters is..."

She locked her eyes tightly on the armor of the other party, and murmured: "The only thing that matters is... that we met - this, is the only thing that matters. Ironhide, Mr. Iron, this is the only, the only thing Important things. Hey, Ironhide, hey, I've been... wanting to see you."

"Which nerve are you... Ah, I understand, don't worry. The spaceship is safe, even if something goes wrong, the flight guards led by Yin Jian and the spaceship we are driving will protect you .And now," Ironhide stepped aside, out of the way, "now, I need you and your punk boy to register for boarding."

The Cybertronians painted in red and blue stood against the light in front of them, quietly waiting for their arrival.

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"Mr. Television, what's going on with the identity of 'Hilde Korsonger'?"

"Yes—the chief engineer of the technology company KSI—Hilde Kersonger...Shusha...the deliberately hidden—fake—death information—has been deciphered by the police." Supervising the entire base , just for the intelligent AI that can give an answer when its master asks about anything, "It is estimated that the TV station will broadcast in the afternoon."

"Very good. Thank you, Mr. TV. Please help me prepare the car. The location design is the same as yesterday."

"Yes - 'matrix' - but let me say - you waste too much time with them - unlike booking - may result in - not arriving in time."

"Thanks for the reminder, then maybe you should get the car ready sooner, Mr. TV."

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"My God!" Walson thought of the police officers he met in the corridor before, although he could usually see them-after all, Sam Witwicky was the great-grandfather of Colonel Spike Witwicky, and he was also an "anti 'Matrix'" was an orator on the dangerous subject, but she remembered the number of soldiers she had glimpsed before entering the door--seemed to be more than usual, "My God!! Anne Witt--oh fuck him!-- The 'Matrix' will come here?!"

【"Hey!! She is not a 'matrix'!! She..."】

"Does it matter??!! Omg!! Do you know what you're talking about?! The 'matrix' - that's a hell of a terrorist!! It has no pity, no compassion, no ALL of humanity Feelings, the only standard of action is her logic - this is all fucking out of its own declaration. Oh my God!!" Wittwicky heard a sound of slamming against the wall behind the screen, but the other party did not come out, it is estimated that It’s because I’m afraid that as soon as it comes out, I can’t restrain my anger and smash my patient to death, “And you want to see it!! You—it—do you know it will come? Will it come?? God! I knew I shouldn't be taking this job! It's going to kill everyone here!"

["Keep your head down, Walson! Put that pinch-level hollow ball whose only function is to allow the God guy to contact him - the one on your neck - under the spout and blast it !!"] Wittwiki roared angrily, 【"I never said that the 'matrix' would come!! Never!! You idiot!! And the only thing I said was that I hope to see my sister— - Annie Wittwiki - the one who died in the Great Chicago 96 years ago! And she - I really don't want to repeat it - she is not a 'matrix'!! NO!!! If you get the point, Just get the hell out of my screen! Get the hell out of my room!! You're fired! Say goodbye to your perfect attendance award! Farewell, Bren Walson!"]

An awkward silence fell and enveloped the entire room, and Sam could only hear the excited anchor on the projection TV talking about the explosive news that explorer NO.13 had come into contact with the Galactic Council composed of alien life forms.

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"Today is a good day, isn't it?"

"absolute."

"How are you feeling today?"

"It couldn't be better."

"OK. Last question, can you tell me, what is your name?"

"Of course, Sam Witwicky."

"Okay." After ticking the last check on the list, the inspection officer smiled and reached out to shake Sam's hand, "I wish you success, Mr. Wittwicky."

"Thank you." Reciting politely and politely, Sam, who walked up the boarding ladder, turned his head and made a face at the last astronaut boarding the moment before stepping into the cabin, mouthed a "wow" and then Type said, "I'll wait for you inside."

The blond woman who smiled helplessly and waved her hands to signal the other party to hurry in, then stepped forward, ready to accept the routine questioning of the inspection staff.

"How is it today?" The inspector asked with a smile and bowed his head.

"Fine thanks."

"Do you feel anything is wrong?"

She glanced sideways at the Cybertronians who were still receiving cheers from the crowd, and the girl who turned around had a smile on her face: "No, there's nothing wrong—I couldn't feel better."

"Oh, look at this answer, you really are brothers and sisters." The examiner who ticked the penultimate item said, "Okay, here comes the last question: Can you tell me, what is your name? "

"Of course, my name is..."

The smooth words of the blond woman suddenly stopped, as if the smooth drift suddenly hit a concrete wall, and she was dizzy from the sudden blank impact.

"My name is..." Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the blond girl who couldn't recall the answer to this simple question, "Yes... that is..."

"Are you all right, ma'am?" the examiner asked with some concern.

"Hey, why are you so slow? Hurry up, we are all waiting." Sam urged with his head sticking out from the hatch.

"Right now, I just... I just..." Sam's urging made her more nervous, "I just, just..."

Maybe it's just because she's so nervous, that's all, but...

"Ma'am, what's your name?" the inspector asked loudly again.

"I... give me 1 minute, I, I'm just too tight..."

"Hey! Come on, girl! Why did you stay there so long?" cried Sam impatiently from the hatch. "Why did you do that?"

"I……"

She felt that not only her head, but even the clothes on her back were wet with sweat.She looked up at Sam and the inspector beside her innocently and begging for help: "Uh, my name is..."

"Ma'am, what's your name?"

"My name is...uh..."

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Sam, please don't..."

"What's your name?" "Why are you doing this??!!"

Looking at the examiner and Sam who were angrily yelling questions at her, she took two steps back in confusion and fear, and then the projection from the huge metal creation blocked the sunlight shining on her.

"Olean." She turned her head in panic, looking at her alien partner who was staring down at her, "I, I..."

"We could have had this kind of life," said the red and blue card who had always defended her, but this time he didn't make any protective movements or gestures, and he didn't even squat down.He just stood there quietly, watching her being driven to nowhere by the aggressive questioning from both sides, "We could have had it."

In such an instant, the blond woman standing at the other party's feet suddenly understood everything.She turned her head slowly, looked at Sam and the inspector who were still yelling at her angrily, then turned and looked at the TFs such as Tianhuo and Ironhide who were shouting and shouting in the distance, and finally looked up at the front who was looking down at her. The leader of the Autobots smiled helplessly:

"No, we'll never have that kind of life, ever."

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Sitting in the car, let the autopilot system drive the suspended car to shuttle and choose sideways in the subspeed light path all over the earth.Under the rapidity, all the external scenes were pulled into invisible shadows.

The "maternal body" just leaned on the driver's seat, with the back of its head leaning against the back of the seat, allowing these radiant and changing lines and shadows to fill the entire field of vision.

The melodious music echoed in the sealed space, but the "matrix" sitting in the driver's seat did not express anything to these melody notes.She looks a little tired, but maybe as Zhuanlun said, everything is only limited to looks.

Soon, she arrived at her destination.She stepped off the suspension car with beautiful streamlines, looked at the tall and beautiful building, pursed her lips, and walked towards its gate.

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After a long time—far beyond the "long time" of 15 seconds—Wolson's pretendingly calm voice came from behind the screen: "So, the person you want to meet is Anne Wittwicky from 96 years ago, not 'Matrix'?"

【"What kind of idiot question! Yes! Then you move your ass out of my room!!"】

After another long time, Vitwicky was obviously very puzzled by the rustling sound coming from behind the screen, and urged repeatedly: 【"What are you dawdling about? Come out quickly!"】

"……as you wish."

——But the voice coming from behind the screen was not Walson's deep and magnetic voice like a cello.

Sam Witwicky's withered and emaciated body began to tremble, and his mouth covered with an oxygen mask made a vague "whoosh" sound, but even the spokesperson could not accurately detect the thoughts he wanted to express at this time.

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The old-fashioned TV set under the central wall of the room suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from the dream. The blonde woman took a deep breath to calm her heart rate, and then said to the old-fashioned TV set on the opposite wall of the room. : "Good morning, Mr. TV."

"Good morning—'maternal body." The old-fashioned TV used clips from TV dramas and news to salute the sitting human female—or the energy body that resides under this body, and then continued to use clips from other TV shows. An excerpt from the work said to the other party:

"Do you want me to report on today's agenda?—and—hope to know—the media—what is the public's opinion of the 'matrix', a world-class terrorist?"

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With an embarrassed and apologetic smile, she trotted into the huge building, and said to the middle-aged woman sitting behind the front desk:

"Hey, good morning! Ms. Pep! Sorry I'm late!"

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"—Hi, Sam...brother." The woman in a nurse's uniform who came out from behind the screen also had blond hair and blue eyes, but she was not Special Guard "Bren Walson".The fingers were tensely crossed, and only the two thumbs were pressed against each other—Sam recognized this small movement, which was the subconscious gesture of Anne Witwicky when she was nervous or frightened.

The woman with the same face as Anne in Sam's impression of 96 years ago squeezed out an awkward and slightly disturbed smile:

"I heard, you want to see me?"

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