Skynet Architect

Is your dream still there?

He was desolate in front of his eyes. The black wind and gravel swept across the car window fiercely. It was always so desolate. The gravel slapped on his body, and Si Fan welcomed the storm.

Squinting his eyes and staring at the front, it was a fertile plain. Behind him, the wind was still blowing, the clothes behind him were violently slamming, and every inch of the skin on the body was scratched by gravel.

It doesn't matter, the plain in front of him is where he wants it.

"Aspiring old people all over the world, are your dreams still alive?" Si Fan roared at the wind.

This is the place where Uranos School is built, and it is also where Si Fan chose. It is the ultimate goal of Si Fan to build a school specifically for this war.

Howling wind and sand blow, there are so seven points of desolation, three points of desolation, the mottled earth has long been ravaged by the wind, and now Si Fan is standing on top of it, which has a sympathy for the disease.

You and the earth are very pathetic and ravaged by the wind.

It was just a hysterical roar, without any response. He looked at this land, and what appeared in his heart was the sorrow of it. He had always been a teenager who pursued dreams. Now he is unknowingly old. Do they still have dreams? ?

Yun Sifan thought, there should be.

They may now have their own posts, have their own lives, occasionally taste the bitterness of life, and occasionally recall the youthful frivolity of the time.

Their dreams have been put down. Young people are chasing their dreams recklessly, but after the older people are carrying houses, cars, and families, they are like old men carrying mountains. They can no longer pursue their dreams and can only bring Go forward with a heavy load.

Those who have longed for it and are within reach are all abandoned. They know that it is just dreams, dreams and life. They seem close, but they are far away.

Now, Si Fan really wants people to come into contact with dreams. As long as they don't die, the torch for dreams will never go out.

Just in Uranos, a seemingly emaciated teenager was wiping his gun oil.

He is quiet and does not seem to be easy to get along with. He just looks at the firearm in his hand. This is his favorite rifle. The absolute lethality is amazing.

He is holding a gun permit for this gun. After all, this is a kind gun. He can never shoot a bullet, so his identity is marked on the gun permit for this gun. A Barrett The company's collector's model gun.

Everything is similar to the original firearm, but he just ca n’t shoot. His parts are all very good, just a little bit worse, and the result is unusable.

This is a custom made, Barrett Special Collection Commemorative Edition that can be used as a normal collection.

This set of equipment is his favorite. There are all kinds of firearms in the entire room.

There was a girl standing at the door behind him. He was about one or two years older than him. Looking at himself, his younger brother said, "Mak, you have to learn to grow up. Our father has passed away. , I don't want to lose your only loved one, so don't wipe these dad's collections, don't you always like those sci-fi weapons? Why not research them. "

When she watched her brother wiping his father's favorite Barrett again, she was very uncomfortable. This is her own brother. The only brother is now drunk and unable to extricate himself.

It seems that there are psychological problems.

But Mai Mai turned his head: "Sister, I'm fine. I just want to keep my father's things. I want to leave Uranos. No matter where I am, I want to find a place to study weapons of war. "

He is rare and very serious.

的 The girls across from me are a little embarrassed.

"Those things you think can't be realized at all, even if it's for you to research and develop, how much would it cost." She doesn't want her brother's ideas to be researched at all, that's not something that can be researched at all.

Juvenile Mai smiled: "Relax, what I like has never been given up, I just miss our dad."

现在 "Now, after I miss it, I still want to pursue my dreams. I will leave this home and look for places where my dreams can really blossom."

He believes in dreams.

But some people do not believe in dreams after all.

I was like the old man. The old man who was in his fifties was lying on the streets of New York.

His body was full of scars, some were left by the enemy during the war, and some were bitten by wild dogs on the streets. There were various scars all over his body, frostbite on his face, and scars burned by cigarette butts Without complete skin, he now lies in the park in shabby clothes, motionless like a soulless body.

的 Eyes looking at the sky are so empty.

The people beside him watched him go away.

Just a tramp. Many tramps in the United States are not unable to work, just because they don't want to work.

Degenerate, so degenerate, they still have a bite to eat, mainly because he is too fierce, no one wants to approach him.

"Are you still dreaming?" Suddenly, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. The sound came from an old radio beside him. It was very hollow and very simple.

His eyes seemed to come back slightly this second, but soon he fell asleep again.

Is the dream still there?

"It seems that my dream is long gone, isn't it? It's long gone. With the end of the battlefield, it's gone, I'm a waste." When he spoke, he was a little bit interested and bitter.

It seems that only the battlefield is his final destination, and this is where he should go.

But the next second, he heard the broadcast again: "If your dream is to enter the battlefield, if your dream is to defend the country, if your dream is to become an ordnance expert."

"Please come to Uranos, here is your dream, here is the end of your dream."

The words are very simple, but they have infinite temptation, which attracts them to want to leave immediately.

The old man hesitated a little, hesitated, and looked at the old dog beside him.

It's an old bully only a few years old, and now the skin is a little loose.

He took his old dog to stand, looked at the sky, and looked at the things around him, and took out a bank card from his arms. Then he turned and ran forward without looking back.

There is the train station.

I still have dreams, but there are many guys who have broken their dreams. What they want is war. They have the blood and anger full of anger waiting to burn. Wait for the light to glow.

They are lunatics in the age of peace, and they are heroes in the age of war.