Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Wang was not polite, he ate the thing pushed over in one go, and then glanced at Miyu. "Don't spread the word." "clear." "I come from a world 2,300 years from now. But not from the future here. I've come through many extinct branches of time." Mi Yu held his breath and listened to the man talk about his experience. "...Wake up, wake up, wake up." "Understood, awakened. Introspection begins and ends. Report self-awareness. I am Messenger No. 869981, a subordinate unit of the Intellectual Body Moon Guardian. Dedicated to the survival of human beings on Earth."

"Allow launch. Choose your common name from the Omniknowledge field." "Choose. Commonly known as Orwell." "Orwell, give you flesh. Driving the flesh and keeping it safe is your second priority." "learn." Orwell opened his eyes, and spent a long while quietly appreciating the hardware used to form his outline.One hundred and eighty centimeters, seventy-five kilograms of body.Based on the human body, the ability to reproduce and grow is removed, and instead, the durability and mobility are improved to the limit, and the function of connecting with the external information network is endowed. - A robust complex.

Orwell straightened up from the bed and looked around.This is a gloomy ward, with two operators in white standing by.I woke up in the hospital instead of on the workbench in the factory, which meant that my treatment was pretty good.Although it is impossible to get the same treatment as humans, it is much better than that of robots without intelligence.A window on one wall reveals the gigantic Neptune floating in the dark sky. Get out of bed and look out at the view.It is not the distant sun that illuminates the street below, but a sphere of light floating hundreds of meters above.Slightly curved road and trees along the road.There are strong houses with pointed roofs among the trees, and high-rise buildings.Self-driving cars are plying the roads, and people in casual clothes are everywhere.There are still people playing in the square.

Orwell felt that this was a city built for living.There are no hastily built simple housing and heavily guarded military bases.These should be everywhere. "Welcome to Triton, Orwell." Looking back, the young operator smiled.Another blankly took the nightgown and put it on the naked Orwell. "How does it feel? Is there any physical dissonance? Any restlessness, anger, fear?" "Pleasant. Glad to wake up. I want to get the job done." "There are plenty of missions. Don't worry about it. You need to get acquainted with Triton first. How about eating something first? Of course, you can act without eating, but this is your right, I think you should use it well .”

"Not bad, the first breakfast since birth. Oh, is it breast milk?" The young man's eyes widened, and he pointed to the door leading to the next door with a look of uncontrollable laughter. "Your personality seems to be easy to communicate. Let's have a good chat. Do you want a menu? Unfortunately, there is no breast milk." In this way, Orwell's life began.In the first few days, he and many couriers who awakened at the same time learned the ways of life.They are taught by excellent auxiliary intellectual bodies, who are good at helping newly born intellectual bodies master sociality.Although some intellectuals hated being treated like children and soon left the training center, Orwell always communicated with the operator heartily.Orwell himself felt that there was indeed a problem with things such as being unable to distinguish the front and back of clothes, or talking to others at a distance of three centimeters or thirty meters away.

The place where the clothes are buttoned should be placed in front of your eyes, and you should talk to the other party at a distance of about three meters... Through learning such things, Orwell gradually developed a firm and optimistic character.Soon, he can go to the outside world where ordinary human beings live. He was assigned the same shelter and daily necessities as humans, and began military life.Orwell loved Triton, a comfortable city built at the farthest point from the sun permitted.However, the reasons for building a comfortable city here are not pleasant. In the final analysis, this is a last resort decision in the face of desperation.

"Sixty-two years ago, mankind was forced to destroy the Earth." The central government of the Triton solar system.This is not only the organization Orwell belongs to, but also the first stronghold of mankind.About three hundred years ago, advances in communication technology led some to predict that the capital, necessary for a centralized organization, would naturally disappear, but in fact it has continued in reality to this day.It seems that human beings are first and foremost gregarious creatures before being political creatures. Apparently, the opposite desire, the need to live in isolation, was also perpetuated—so-called local governments and free cities abound.

All of this, however, is in the outer realms of Jupiter. "The enemy is the ET. But they were only called Extra-terrestrials in the earliest days. When the battle began, they were renamed Enemy of Tera (Enemy of Billions). After the destruction of the earth, they became The Evil. Thing (demon): According to statistics, there are 7,940 human attempts at truce, reconciliation, surrender, repulsion, blockade, etc., but all attempts have failed. "Beginning forty-six years ago, human beings launched a counterattack aimed at exterminating ETs, and the effect was very good. Within ten years, they should have been cleared from the solar system. However, the Earth was With the attack of weapons of mass destruction, except for some archaea, other organisms will be completely extinct. It will take at least half a century to construct the alien environment, and it will take at least three centuries to restore the ecosystem from the gene pool. And even then, only five percent of the previous species could be recovered."

Orwell and other messengers are studying in a building in the central government and in the meeting room of the solar system recapture army headquarters.The lecturer is a human general.She's not talking about a page in the history book, but about a real war of terror that threatens her and her ancestors. "At present, the true identity of ETs can be somewhat confirmed. Their entities are proliferating combat machines with a slightly higher technological level than humans, and their purpose is to exterminate humans. Although the possibility that its creators may be human-members cannot be ruled out, but Most researchers agree that they come from the solar system. The reason is that human settlements on nearby stars have also been attacked, and even unmanned observation bases on them have been destroyed, although the motive is unknown; This kind of thing is not possible with the capabilities of the local group. By the way, for the attacks outside the solar system, because the warning was sent in time in the solar system, they were repelled in the early stage.

"However, the true identity of the creator of ET is still unknown. Where is the stronghold? How is the ecology and culture? Why did the attack? All questions are shrouded in fog." The general is an elderly woman who speaks very calmly, but in fact she lost five relatives, including her husband and daughter, in this war.This - Orwell they are very clear.This experience is also the driving force behind her pursuit of this job. "ET initially invaded Venus secretly in the form of an egg. After self-replication and expansion of power, the war started with the construction of a sun-shielding disk. Affected by the disk with a diameter of 500,000 kilometers built on the orbit of Venus, within three years after the war started , the earth has completely lost sunlight, and the ecosystem, agriculture, forestry and fisheries have all suffered a major blow. But this is only a feint, to attract human resources to the destruction disk. When human beings produce machines mainly for cosmic work, confidently When flying towards the disk, ET's ground troops landed on the earth, and built 400,000 nests in a week. The human base and command system on the earth were chaotic, and the ETs remaining in the universe could no longer be stopped. Extinction attack. The earth was destroyed in the fifth year, Mars in the sixth year, the asteroid belt in the eighth year, and the Jupiter circle was completely defeated in the tenth year. From this year onwards, the defense line retreated sharply, and mankind decided to use Neptune as a stronghold , while relying on the support of nearby stars to carry out a protracted war. The number of human beings at this stage is only 7% of that before the war. However, the energy of ET seems to depend on sunlight—in detail, it seems to be based on solar energy laser power transmission ——They did not launch a fierce offensive in the outer planetary belt, so humans finally have hope of recovery. It is not easy to produce antimatter without the sun, but even so, after forty years of development, we have come here. Finally, humans are about to start a counterattack. From now on, it will be a history of counterattacks and victories—but, that’s not what I want to talk about.”

The general paused before continuing.In her light tone of voice, some emotions were blended unconsciously. "Then it's your job. It's not our job to fight from here on. All we can do is support. So let me just say this in the end: Go win! I'm done." Orwell felt that this sentence was not a theoretical order, but a discourse that entrusted all the experience and expectations of the human beings who issued the order.Then it's up to us to inherit that expectation and communicate that expectation to others when necessary. In fact, Orwell and the others did not necessarily have to receive such an education.All the courier sentient beings have almost all the accumulated knowledge of human beings, and they also have a copy of the sentient moon guardian who is the chief of staff of the Solar System Recapture Army.They understand the course of this war better than any human being. But even so, exposing them to life as human beings in this moment before departure is less about training and education than about developing human sensibilities.Human sensibility—the word refers to questions such as: What is a human being?What is society?What am I?As the messengers of highly intellectual beings, they transcend the mechanization that only knows to obey, and have the ability to have deep doubts about themselves and the world. Besides, most of these sentient beings are working today.When the question "why do I have to do it?" arises, the messenger must have an ego capable of answering the question.who am I?Such questions were not taught by Father Yuehuwang, nor can they be taught.I am history.History can only be written by ourselves. Understand this and discover for yourself what is worth protecting.Moon Guardian ordered so. Hundreds of thousands of messengers like Orwell were created by different designers and manufacturers in hundreds and thousands of batches, and at the same time were endowed with different personalities that slightly deviated from the initial state.These differences in personality determine that each person must establish himself in his own way. Some delve into science, seeking to accumulate knowledge of human nature; some approach religion, seeking to explain the world differently; and some specialize in a particular art form—literature or music. However, there are only a small number of couriers who stay behind closed doors like this, and most couriers put going out in a more important position.Step outside and take in the view.To listen, to smell, to run, to dance, to talk to people.By using the complex interactive machine of the body flexibly, more and more extensive knowledge can be obtained.The information thus obtained is memory.The reason why most of the messengers are given flesh is originally for this purpose.Independent creation and good memories will become the best food for the long journey in the future.What's more, Triton is a beautiful place in the first place.In any case, human beings are finally going to end the long female incubation period and turn to counterattack.Triton is the center of the counterattack.Matter and energy, passion and vitality, overflow this planet. It is here that Orwell finds his own value and the memory he will never forget in his life, that is every day he and Saga spent together. The first time I met this girl was at the distribution window of the military port supply yard.As the place where they first met, it can be said that this place is much weirder than places like bars, but what is even weirder is her behavior.She had one foot on the table, raised her coffee mug, and poured it over the head of one of the recipients.This is how Saja looked when Orwell first met her. Orwell seldom saw such a scene at the military equipment distribution window—speaking of which, he had never seen it no matter where in the central government.Orwell walked over and asked, "What is this doing?" "What are you doing?" The girl turned her head abruptly.With dark blonde hair tied back, a tie on her chest, and a meticulously buttoned shirt, she behaved exceptionally—not only poured the last drop of coffee on the stunned recipient's head, but also buttoned the cup together up. "Don't you see I'm at work? Delivering supplies to the appropriate units." "It's the first time I've seen this delivery method." "That's not a good thing to say. Of course, unsuitable troops cannot be delivered." "yes?" It took Orwell about two seconds to consult with the intellectual body of the supply factory to understand the tasks and routines here.Basically, more than 90% of the delivery of military supplies to the troops, regardless of hardware and software, is handled by that intellectual body, but in special cases, it needs to be handed over to humans.Human organizations sometimes act beyond regulations and beyond authority, and the existence of this window is to achieve such a purpose.To put it simply, it is the back door of the supply factory, Orwell understood it this way. Even so, the fact that this girl is doing right now cannot be explained by common sense.Orwell asked again: "Will there be unsuitable troops coming here?" "Isn't there now?" As everyone looked around, the applicant whose conspiracy was exposed left in despair.The girl finally jumped off the table.The robot starts to clean the ground.The next applicant timidly changed to another window, and the girl had nothing to do, so she began to look at Orwell. "What to look at! This is my job. The parts of the loader, the food rotting in the warehouse, the surplus interplanetary strategic warheads, etc., have to decide who will not give it to whom. If you don't fight well, you come here to pick up cheap people Too much." "How to decide?" "Look at the looks." The staff at other windows had been holding back their silence, and at this moment they finally burst out laughing.It can also be seen from this reaction that the girl's actions are undoubtedly welcome here. Strange, such an abuse of power, the meticulous auxiliary intellectual body would acquiesce. The woman seemed to see through Orwell's thoughts. "Speaking of which, what's your business here? I don't think you're like an applicant. Are you here to say hello, or as an examiner for business evaluation?" "I am the Messenger Intellect." Both the applicant and the clerk cast him surprised looks.The girl let out a soft "Ah!", frowned, put her slender fingers on her forehead, and then said with a little confusion, "I know what a messenger does. But why are you here? We are here from the main battle. From weapons to general supplies, they are all models that have been eliminated long ago.” "I want to observe you." "I?" The girl opened her mouth wide.She is a woman who does everything in a hurry.Orwell nodded. "I'm not here to claim something. I'm on vacation. Very interested in you." "This...here? Are you not an intellectual body?" "It is the individual intelligence created by Moon Guardian. My world cognition is based on this body. I am not a huge underground computer, but exist as a separate individual. Can I sit here for a while?" The mumbling girl finally showed a smile on her face. "Okay. As long as you're willing to sit next to a girl who pours coffee for someone she doesn't like." "Those things are up to you." The girl suddenly leaned back and shouted to the colleagues who were holding back their laughter: "There is no way, this is the first time I have met such an elite." Orwell was a little surprised that he was called an elite, and he didn't like it very much.No matter what the Central Government advertises, he is not a great hero who volunteers to undertake harsh tasks. Until the window was closed, the girl was absorbed in her work.Finally, she stopped pouring coffee over people's heads, but she would give merciless verbal blows to guys who didn't look like soldiers at all, even Orwell could tell they were evading missions. As soon as the girl's work was over, Orwell invited her to dinner, and she accepted.Orwell's main interest at this time was in the individuality of her bureaucratic exception. Seeing her changing clothes and leaving the building, Orwell couldn't help being a little more interested.Her hair was up high, her tie was unbuttoned, and her makeup was touched up. Orwell reconsidered the girl's appearance.Height is about three centimeters taller than the average female height.Although not thin, but not sensual, the body is soft and contains strength.Young, about thirty years old.In today's age where the average age is over one hundred and forty years old, there are many ways to make people look less than half their actual age, including body modification.But this should be her natural age: the skin is very radiant. Seeing Orwell, the girl's big dark purple eyes narrowed. "I haven't asked your name yet." "Orwell. Messenger Orwell." "Shatya Kayanishia." "My name." "As expected of an intellectual body—but my mother is Asian." Shajia whistled lightly, saying that she wanted something spicy.Orwell listed the names of four restaurants, and finally settled on the Spanish restaurant. "Why are applicants rejected?" As expected, the two went straight to the point without any temptation.Even before the wine was served, the two of them had already started discussing it. "Didn't I say it, because I don't like it. As for the reason why I don't like it, of course it's not personal likes and dislikes. You may think I'm unreasonable, but it's useless to try to reason with those guys. They just because of their own They came to the window to apply for it because they thought they could persuade the intellectual body. To deal with this kind of person, we can only knock them all back from the beginning." "I understand why you drive away that kind of people. But how can you be sure that they are not really in need?" "Everyone has to write documents and fill out application forms when they come here. It is really indistinguishable from the appearance. However, after being scolded and perfunctory, you can see their true thoughts. If it is a person who really needs supplies, That's when you can see - there are still people who won't back down even at the risk of being scolded and poured coffee. People who come here for their own self-interest will not persist to this extent. Once they get attention, they will turn around Run away. Only those who are desperate for the battle or their subordinates will not care if there is no embarrassment, and they will not care about being reported to their superiors. Once I feel this kind of will emanating from the applicant, I will give in. As for saying I guess Wrong time—never once so far." "What do you base your judgment on? Do you identify with someone who has a wrong strategy but is desperately trying? What about a villain with a strong belief in smuggling?" "It is true that there are people who are full of enthusiasm and use the wrong place."

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