Chapter 11 Chapter Four

Damn it, General, thought Jane Sagan as she hurried across the Kite to the hangar control room.Don't hide from me, bossy bastard.She was careful not to send her thoughts out in the dialogue mode of special forces.Special Forces members think as much as they talk, and almost everyone has one of those "did I say it?" moments.But if the thoughts in his head are spoken out now, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble. Since receiving the order to pick up Jared Dirac who left without authorization on Phoenix, Sagan has been looking for General Schillard everywhere.Accompanying the order was a notice that Dirac was back under her command, and a set of confidential memorandums from Colonel Robbins detailing various events that had recently happened to Dirac.He took a trip to the Kovill space station, and the memory came flooding back, his conscious model now being exactly the same as Charles Butin's.In addition to these materials, Robbins also forwarded a letter from General Mattson to Schillard. Mattson strongly urged Schillard not to return Dirac to active duty, and suggested that he should at least be detained in human and Aubin until the current round of confrontation ends.

Sagan thought General Mattson was a jerk, but he had to admit that his words were on point.Sagan was never comfortable conducting Dirac.He is a capable and good soldier, but he still has a second consciousness in his head, which can leak out and pollute the previous consciousness at any time. This made Sagan very vigilant, and she also understood that Dirac might go crazy during the mission, causing trouble The others died together.Sagan considered it a victory when Dirac was on vacation that day when he went berserk in the promenade of the Phoenix space station.It wasn't until Mattson jumped in and relieved her of Dirac's responsibility that she allowed herself to feel compassion for Dirac, realizing that Dirac had never confirmed Sagan's suspicions of her.

But then it was then, Sagan thought, and now Dirac was back and confirmed that something was wrong.He actually had the guts to disobey orders on Phoenix Star, and it took a lot of effort for Sagan not to open his asshole again.Sagan had subdued him with stun rounds the first time he went mad, and this time she wanted to shoot him in the head again to prove how much she disliked the virtue that Butin had imparted to him.On the return trip, she took the express boat and drove directly into the hangar of the Kite. She didn't even give him a good look along the way.Schillard was on board, talking to Major Kerrick, the commander of the Kite.Sagan called the general at the Phoenix Space Station earlier from the Kite, but the general ignored her. Now that he is on the same spaceship, Sagan intends to block the general, so he still has to say what should be said.She climbed up the stairs two steps at a time and pushed open the door of the control room.

"I knew you were coming," Schillard said as she entered the room.The general sits at the console that operates the aircraft bay.Soldiers manning the hangar can do everything with the BrainPal, and generally do, the console is just a backup system.Speaking of this question, all the control devices on the spacecraft are actually the backup system of BrainPal. "Of course you knew I was coming," Sagan said. "You are the commander of the Special Forces. You can find out the location of each of us through the BrainPal signal." "That's not true," Schillard said, "it's just because I know you well. I put Dirac back under your command, and I didn't expect that you wouldn't come to trouble me." Schillard Turn the chair at a slight angle and stretch your legs. "I'm sure you're coming, so I specially emptied this room so that we can talk privately. As a result, you see."

"Am I allowed to speak freely?" Sagan asked. "Please," Schillard said. "You're fucking out of your mind, sir," Sagan said. Schillard laughed loudly: "Lieutenant, I didn't expect you to speak so freely." "You read the same report as I did," Sagan said. "I know you understand how much Dirac looks like Butin now. They even think the same way. And yet you put him on the mission to find Butin." "Yes," said Schillard. "My God!" Sagan exclaimed.Special Forces talk quickly and efficiently, but it's really not appropriate to exclamation.But for emphasis, Sagan still sent a wave of boredom and irritation to General Schillard, and the general accepted it silently.Sagan finally said: "I don't want to be in charge of directing him."

"I don't remember asking you if you wanted to take charge of him," Schillard said. "He's a danger to the rest of our platoon," Sagan said, "and a danger to the mission. You understand what it means if we fail. We don't need the added risk." "I disagree," Schillard said. "For God's sake," Sagan said, "why?" "Closer to friends, but closer to enemies," Schillard said. "What?" Sagan said.She suddenly recalled the conversation with Kenan a few months ago, when Kenan said the same thing. Schillard repeated, and then said: "We got as close to the enemy as we could. He was in our ranks and didn't know he was the enemy. Dirac thought he was one of us, because as far as he knew, He is. But now he thinks and behaves like our enemy, and we will know his every thought. It is extremely useful and worth the risk."

"Unless he mutinies," Sagan said. "If he betrays, you will know," Schillard said. "He has integrated into your platoon. If his behavior is against your interests, you and everyone else in the mission will know immediately." "Fusion is not mind reading," Sagan said, "we only know what he's thinking after he starts to act, which means he can kill one of my soldiers or reveal our location, among many other things .Even if he fits into the group, he's still a danger." "Lieutenant, you're right about one thing," Schillard said, "fusion is not mind reading—unless you have the proper firmware."

Sagan felt a ding-dong in the communication queue: BrainPal upgrade.Before she had time to accept it, the data packet began to decompress automatically.The upgrade code spread rapidly, and the electrical signal pattern of the brain was disordered for a moment, which made Sagan very uncomfortable. "What the hell is this?" Sagan said. "Mind reading upgrade package," Schillard said, "generally only generals and special military investigators can configure it, but I think you are qualified for this mission, but only for this mission. We will remove it as soon as you come back. If you dare Tell someone, and we'll send you to some remote, desolate place."

"I don't understand, how is it possible?" Sagan said. Schillard grimaced and replied, "Think about it for yourself, Lieutenant. Think about how we communicate. We think, we decide to talk to someone, and BrainPal translates it. Whether you like it or not Well, there's no significant difference between what we think publicly and what we think in private. It would be weird if we couldn't read minds. That's what BrainPal does." "But you didn't tell people," Sagan said. Schillard shrugged: "No one wants to know that he has no privacy, even in his own head."

"So you can read my private thoughts?" Sagan said. "Say you say I'm a bossy bastard, for instance?" asked Schillard. "That has context," Sagan said. "There is context," Schillard said. "Don't worry, Lieutenant. Yes, I can read your thoughts. I can read the thoughts of everyone under my command. But usually I don't Go read it. It's not necessary, and it's useless information most of the time." "But you can read other people's minds," Sagan said. "Yeah, but most people are boring," Schillard said. "When I was a Special Forces commander, when I first got promoted, I spent almost all day listening to other people's ideas. You know most people in the What do you think most of the time? They're thinking, I'm hungry; or, I'm going to shit; or, I'm going to fuck him. And then back to I'm hungry. And so on and on until death. Trust me, Lieutenant, and Spend a day with this ability and your view of the complexity and grandeur of the human mind will be irrevocably diminished."

Sagan smiled: "You can say whatever you want." "That's what I said," Schillard said, "but, on your part, this ability will come in handy because you can hear Dirac's thoughts and feel his personal emotions, but he doesn't You'll know he's being watched. If he's thinking about mutiny, you'll know before he does. You can counter Dirac before he kills or sabotages the mission. I think that's more than enough to offset the risk of taking him." "What should I do if he starts to change his mind?" Sagan asked. "What if he becomes a traitor?" "Of course it would be execution," Schillard said. "Don't hesitate for a second. But you have to make sure, Lieutenant, you know I can get inside your head, so please don't blow his head off on a whim." .” "Yes, General," Sagan said. "Very well," said Schillard, "where's Dirac?" "He was in the hangar, with his platoon mates doing the preparations. I gave him the order on the way up," Sagan said. "Why don't you check him now?" asked Schillard. "Use my upgrade program?" Sagan asked. "Yes," Schillard said, "study it before the mission starts, and you won't have time to fiddle with it when the mission starts." Sagan turned on the new tool, found Dirac, and began to listen to his thoughts. "What a jerk," thought Jared. "You're right," said Stephen Seaborg.After Jared left, he joined the second platoon. "Did I say it out loud?" Jared said. "No, idiot, I can read minds." Seaborg said with a wave of funny emotions.After Sarah Pauling's death, the problems between Jared and Seaborg melted away, and both of them were deeply saddened by the loss of Sarah, which overshadowed Seaborg's jealousy (or other unhappiness) about Jared ).To say that he is a friend, Jared may still hesitate a bit, but the relationship between the two has tended to be friendly, and the bond of integration will make it even more harmonious. Jared looked around the hangar and saw the twenty-four jump sledges—that is, all the sledges produced so far.He looked over to Seaborg, who had climbed aboard and was checking the system. "We're going to take this thing and attack a planet," Seaborg said, "with dozens of Special Forces soldiers, each traveling in a gerbil cage." "Have you ever seen a gerbil cage?" Jared asked. "Of course not," Seaborg said. "I've never seen a gerbil, but I've seen pictures and it looks like this. What kind of idiot would drive something like that." "I did," Jared said. "That answered my question," Seaborg said, "How does it feel?" "It felt very exposed," Jared said. "Excellent," Seaborg said, rolling his eyes. Jared knew how he felt, but also the logic behind the attack.Almost all living beings capable of interstellar travel use spaceships to travel in real space, so out of necessity, the resolution of interplanetary detection and defense networks is limited to large objects the size of spaceships.The Orbin defense system surrounding Arestor is no exception.A Special Forces ship would be immediately spotted and attacked, whereas a micro-frame structure object no bigger than a person would not. The Special Forces knew this because they had sent sledges six times to sneak through the defense network and spy on the communication signals sent by Arrest.It was during the last mission that they heard the voice of Charles Boutin in a comm beam, on an open channel, to Obino, asking for the arrival time of the supply ship.The special forces soldier who caught the signal traced to the source—a scientific research outpost on the shore of a large island on Aristor. He waited patiently until Butin contacted the outside world again. He confirmed Butin's location, and then set foot on return trip. Upon hearing the news, Jared opened the recording file and listened to the voice of the man he was supposed to be.He had heard Butin's voice on the recordings played by Wilson and Kennan—exactly the same as in this file, older, hoarse, and tense, but unmistakably timbre and intonation.Jared realized how similar Butin's voice was to his, and though he had prepared himself for it, he felt uneasy. My life is strange, Jared thought, looking up to make sure the thought hadn't escaped.Seaborg was still working on the sledge, so he probably didn't hear him speak. Jared walked through the rows of sledges to another object in the hangar: a spherical shape, slightly larger than the sledges.This is an interesting gadget used by the special forces, called the "captive cabin". If someone or something needs to be transported, but they cannot escort it personally, the special forces will use this thing.The sphere is hollow enough to hold a member of most medium-sized intelligent races. Special Forces soldiers stuff the transport target inside, close the hatch, step back, and watch the jet engines of the capture pod ignite and send the pod up into the sky.Once the jet engine is ignited, the high-power anti-gravity field in the cabin will be turned on at the right time, otherwise the passengers will have to be crushed.The special forces spacecraft in space is responsible for recovering the capsule. The captive compartment is for Boutin.The plan is simple. The raid has confirmed Butin's scientific research outpost, cut off its communication with the outside world; capture Butin, stuff him into the captive cabin, and eject him beyond the jump distance. The Kite jumps over and stays long enough to retrieve the prisoners time in the pod, and escape before the Obin pursue them.After Butin is captured, they'll do the old trick of destroying the research outpost, wiping it out with a meteor just big enough to fall at just the right distance from the outpost so it won't arouse any suspicion.This time the meteor will land a few miles offshore, setting off a tsunami to wipe out the outpost.Special forces have studied rockfall tactics for decades, and they know how to disguise an accident.If all had gone according to plan, the Obin would not have even known they had been attacked. According to Jared, the plan had two major and interrelated flaws.First of all, the jump sledge cannot land, and it will be over when entering the atmosphere of Arrest. Even if it survives by luck, it cannot control the sledge to fly in the atmosphere.The second row of fighters performing the mission will jump to the real space at the edge of the Arrest atmosphere, and then parachute from a near-cosmic high altitude to fly to the ground.Soldiers in the second platoon had done this kind of thing, and Sagan had tried it in the Battle of Coral Star, and it was considered a helpless solution; but Jared felt that this was asking for trouble. The means of entry led to the second major flaw in the plan: after the mission was completed, the second platoon fighters would not be easy to get out.After successfully capturing Butin, the order to the second platoon sounds very bad, try to stay away from the scientific research outpost, so as not to be drowned by the scheduled tsunami (the mission plan is thoughtful, and a map of the nearby highland distribution is provided, where they should ——should?——wouldn’t be wet by big waves), then hiked into the interior of the uninhabited island and hid for a few days, waiting for the special forces to send the capture pod to rescue them.There were twenty-four soldiers in the second platoon on the mission, and more than one round of evacuation from the prisoner cabin was needed. Sagan had already informed Jared that they would be the last to leave Arrest. Thinking of Sagan's notice, Jared frowned.He knew that Sagan didn't like him all the time, and he knew it was because Sagan knew from the beginning that his prototype was a traitor.Sagan knew himself better than Jared did.Sagan's farewell felt sincere when he transferred to Mattson, but since he saw Sagan at the cemetery and was under her command again, Sagan seemed particularly angry with him, as if he Ting himself.On the one hand, Jared can understand, because, as Kennan said, he is indeed more like Butin now than Jared used to be; but on a more practical level, Jared resents being considered an enemy.Jared secretly wondered if Sagan asked him to stay until the end so that she could dispose of him without anyone noticing. He pushed the thought out of his mind.Sagan was capable of killing him, he was sure; but she wouldn't kill him unless he gave Sagan a reason.Better not give her a reason, Jared thought. Besides, what he was really worried about was not Sagan, but Boutin himself.The mission was expected to encounter resistance from the small group of Aubin soldiers stationed at the scientific research station, but it did not take into account whether the scientists and Butin would resist.Jared thought it was wrong to think so.Jared had Butin's anger in his mind. Although he didn't understand the details of Butin's research, he knew that this man was resourceful.Jared felt that Butin might not easily admit defeat—not that Butin would take up arms, he was obviously not a fighter, but Butin's weapon was his brain.It was Butin's brain that figured out a way to betray the colonial alliance and get everyone in this situation.Taking it for granted that they can go in and grab Butin and leave, this is not a good sign, he is almost sure to encounter unexpected situations. How could it be unexpected?Jared couldn't guess. "Are you hungry?" Seaborg asked Jared. "Just thinking about how crazy the mission is makes me want to eat." Jared smiled and said, "You must often suffer from hunger." "The perks of Special Forces," Seaborg said, "are like skipping awkward puberty." "Recently studying puberty?" Jared asked. "Yeah," Seaborg said, "because with luck, I'll live to be that age someday." "You said just now that we could skip awkward puberty," Jared said. "Well, I won't be awkward and clumsy when I get that big," Seaborg said. "Come on, lasagna tonight." They went to eat. Sagan opened his eyes. "How?" asked Schillard, who had been watching her as she listened to Jared. “Dirac was concerned that we had underestimated Butin,” Sagan said, “and that he was going to strike in ways we didn’t expect.” "Very well," Schillard said, "because I feel the same way. That's why Dirac is involved in the mission." The green and misty Arest occupied Jared's field of vision, and Jared was taken aback by its sheer size.A sudden leap into the limbo of the atmosphere, but with only a carbon fiber cage wrapping the body, will blow your mind.Jared thought he was going to fall—of course, that was the reality he was facing now. Enough, he thought, releasing himself from the sledge.Jared found five other comrades in the direction of Arest: Sagan, Seaborg, Daniel Harvey, Anita Manley, and Vernon Wegener.He also found the captive cabin, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.The mass of the captive pod was just shy of the five-ton limit, and there was a slight concern that it would be too heavy to use the mini-jump engine.The comrades-in-arms have all separated from the sledge, and are floating freely at this moment, slowly drifting away from the mechanical spider that brought them here. The six of them were the vanguard, and their task was to guide the landing of the prisoner cabin and clear the landing area for the other members of the second row who would arrive soon.The island where Butin is located is covered with dense tropical jungle, so it is very difficult to land; the pasture where Sagan chose to land is about 15 kilometers away from the scientific research outpost. "Scatter," Sagan said to his men, "reassemble through the most difficult part of the atmosphere to land. Keep the communication silent until I speak." Jared adjusted his posture and plunged headfirst into the face of Arestor. As soon as BrainPal felt the thrust of the thin air, it let the nanobots pour out of the backpack to form a protective sphere. The force field placed him in the center of the interior, so as not to He hit the sphere and got scorched.The sphere was opaque, and Jared was suspended alone in his narrow, dark little world. Only Jared was left with his own thoughts now, and he turned to the Obin, the unruly but fascinating race that Boutin associated with.The records of the Colonial Alliance on the Obin can be traced back to the early days of the Alliance. Humans and the Obin had a dispute over a planet named Casablanca by the human settlers. The planet's defense forces also failed miserably.The Obin did not surrender and did not take prisoners of war.If they make up their minds about what they want, they will keep working hard until they succeed. If getting in their way makes them unhappy, they'll feel it's in their interest to get rid of you once and for all.The Yara, who built the diamond dome of the general's mess hall on the Phoenix space station, were not the first race to be methodically wiped out by the Obin, nor would they be the last. But the Obin has the advantage that they are not as demanding as other star races.When the colonial alliance opened up ten colonies, the Obin people would only open up one.In addition, although the Obin people will not hesitate to snatch it from the original owner when they encounter a suitable planet, there are not many suitable planets for the Obin people.Oma is the first time the Obin has taken a human planet since Casablanca, although it looks more opportunistic (presumably they took it from the Le Rey, who took it from the human by fighting) snatched from the hands), rather than a real expansion operation.The Obin's reluctance to expand their ethnic territory for no reason was one of the main reasons why the Defense Forces suspected someone else of starting the war.But if the Raleil raided Omar and tried to take it for themselves, the Colonial Alliance would definitely retaliate and try to regain the lost ground.The Le Rai knew the rules of the game, not as high-minded as the Obin. Another interesting thing about the Obin is that generally speaking, unless you get in their way or try to attack them, the Obin are not interested in other intelligent races.They have neither embassies nor any official channels of communication with other races.As far as the Colonial Union knew, the Obin had never made a treaty with any other race.If the Obin are at war with you, you'll only know when they shoot you.If you don't go to war with the Obin, they don't have anything to do with you at all.The Obin do not suffer from xenophobia, which means hatred of other races.They just don't care.But it is such an Obin who has formed an alliance with two other races to fight against the colonial alliance, which is frightening. Leaving aside the Obin's relationship (or should I say lack thereof?) to other intelligent races, there is a rumor that the various races do circulate about the Obin, although the Colonial Defense Forces don't quite believe it: the intelligence of the Obin Not a product of evolution, but given to them by another race.The reason why the Defense Force did not believe this rumor was because the competition in this space of the Milky Way was fierce, and the idea of ​​which race would take the trouble to help the juniors who made fire with wood was simply too absurd.The Defense Force knew only that there was a genocide that exterminated the intelligent-like creatures on the developed planets-it was never too early to eradicate competitors, but they didn't know who would do the opposite. But if this rumor is true, then the intelligent designers of the Obin people are mostly Kangsu people, and they are the only ones in the nearby space who have the cutting-edge technology enough to upgrade an entire species. Besides, they also have philosophical motivations in this regard, because the Kangsu people The mission of the race is to help other intelligent races in the region to perfect themselves (in short, the Consu are role models).The shortcoming of their theory is that the way the Consu people help other races to become Consu-style perfection is usually by forcing an unlucky race to fight them, or forcing two weak races to fight each other, just like the Consu people on Coral Planet. The battle pitted humans against the Rarays as it did.The race most capable of creating another intelligent race is more inclined to directly or indirectly destroy an intelligent race that may have fallen victim to the Consu's unpredictable high standards. Unpredictably high standards are one of the main reasons why it is impossible for the Consu to create the Obin, since of all intelligent races the Obin alone have no culture at all.The few extraterrestrial biological studies of the Obin by humans and other races have found that, apart from a purely instrumental simple language and the ability to research technology, the Obin has no creative talents, no An art form of the senses, devoid of any literature, religion, or philosophy that xenobiologists can discern.The Obin are not even very political, which is especially unheard of.The Obin society is so lacking in culture that some Defense Force personnel who wrote the Obin files seriously raised the question of whether the Obin people gossiping—whether they have the ability to chat at all—is a problem.Jared was not an expert on the Consu, but he felt that the Consu were so concerned with the unspeakable and the end times that they would not have created a race that cared neither.If Obin did come from intelligent design, it would be conclusive evidence that evolution has value. The sphere of nanorobots enveloping Jared suddenly separated and flew away.The bright light made him blink desperately, and he finally got used to it. He began to perceive his teammates nearby.The guide can find him, and the others are highlighted, the light-sensitive hazmat suits make them nearly invisible, and the captive pod has camouflage.Jared floated to the prisoner's cabin, wanting to check the situation of the prisoner's cabin.Sagan told him to back away and went to check by himself.Jared and his teammates gathered together, but still kept a distance so as not to hinder others from opening the parachute. The whole class didn't open the parachute until the altitude was unavoidably low. Although there was a disguise, it still couldn't hide it from the eyes of those who cared.The parachute of the prisoner's cabin is very large, able to withstand quite strong changes in air resistance. With a loud crack, the umbrella cover made of nano-robots suddenly opened, was torn into pieces by the air, and then quickly reassembled.The deceleration of the prisoner module slowed, and the parachute held up. Jared turned his head to look at the scientific research outpost a few kilometers away to the south, and increased the magnification of the hood to see if there was any abnormal movement at the outpost, so as to judge whether they had been discovered.He didn't see it, and Wegener and Harvey confirmed his point.A few seconds later, the whole class landed on the ground, complaining and pushing the prisoner cabin into the bushes at the edge of the grassland, quickly covering it with branches and leaves. "Everyone must remember where we hid our stuff," Seaborg said. "Quiet," Sagan said, seeming to be focused on something in his head. "It's Roentgen calling," she said. "The others are about to deploy their parachutes." She said to her MP. "Come on, let's make sure nothing happens." Jared suddenly felt a special feeling, as if his head had been poked. "Oh, damn it!" Jared said. Sagan turned to look at him and said, "What's wrong?" "There's trouble," Jared said, and Jared felt as though his integration with the class had been cut short in the middle of the sentence.He let out an exclamation, hugged his head, and a severe pain of the main sense being forcibly ripped out of his head swept over him.Jared saw and heard his comrades fall to the ground, screaming and vomiting from pain and dizziness.He fell to his knees, struggling to breathe, followed by retching. Jared struggled to his feet, stumbled and ran towards Sagan, who was kneeling on the ground, wiping the vomit from the corner of his mouth.He grabbed Sagan's arm and wanted to pull Sagan up. He said, "Quick, you can't fall down, you must hide." "Damn—" Sagan coughed twice, spat, and looked up at Jared, "What's wrong?" "We're cut off," Jared said. "I've had that happen to me on Kovill Station. The Obin are preventing us from using the BrainPal." "How to stop it?" Sagan shouted too loudly. "I don't know," Jared said. Sagan stood up, staggered, and said, "It was Butin, it was Butin who told them. It must have been him." "It's possible," Jared said.Sagan swayed slightly, and Jared steadied her, walked around to face her and said, "Lieutenant, we must move. If the Obin are blocking the signal, they will know we are coming. They will come for us." .We must gather everyone and retreat quickly." "There are others coming down," Sagan said. "It has to be..." She stopped, straightened, as if chilled by something cold and terrible. "Oh my God," she said, "oh my god." She looked up to the sky. "What's the matter?" Jared also raised his head, looking for a small ripple in the air, which was a camouflaged parachute.It took him a second to realize that the sky was empty, and another second to understand what that meant. "Oh, my God!" Jared said. Alex Roentgen thought at first that he had somehow lost the beam link with his comrades. Alas, shit, he thought, adjusting his posture, spreading his limbs, and turning around a few times, letting the energy beam receiver search for the location of his comrades, and let the BrainPal extrapolate their positions based on the last communication.There is no need to find everyone, one is enough, and one can reconnect and reintegrate. nothing. Roentgen put aside his worries.He'd lost the energy beam link - only once, but once was more than enough.The link was restored after he landed last time, and it will still be the same this time.Besides, he had no time to waste, because he was about to deploy the parachute, and in order to hide their whereabouts, they had to open the parachute as close to the ground as possible, so it was a delicate job.Roentgen asked BrainPal to determine the height, and it wasn't until then that he realized that BrainPal hadn't contacted him for a full minute. It took Roentgen ten seconds to process the thought, but his mind refused.He tried again, and this time the brain not only refused to process it, but resisted it desperately, because the brain knew the consequences of accepting the thought.He tried to access the BrainPal again, and again, and again, each time fighting off an exponentially growing sense of panic.he yelled in his head.No one answered.No one heard his cry.He is alone. Alex Roentgen had lost most of his sanity by this time, twisting and kicking, tearing the sky, screaming with his seldom-used voice during the rest of the fall, a small part of his brain was free from reality Besides, I was surprised by the voice echoing in my head.The parachute failed to open because it, like almost all of Roentgen's objects and brain processes, was controlled and activated by the BrainPal.The BrainPal had been such a reliable device for so many years that Colonial Defense Force personnel had long since regarded it not as a device, but as something inherent in the rest of the brain and the body of the soldier.Roentgen's fall surpassed the minimum parachute height, and he didn't know, didn't care, and didn't feel what it meant to pass the life-and-death line. What drove Roentgen crazy was not knowing that his time was coming, but loneliness and isolation. Since his birth six years ago, this was the first and last time he was cut off and fused.When there was fusion, he could feel every intimate detail of his comrades in the platoon, how they fought, how they copulated, how they lived every moment of life and the moment of death.Knowing that they will be by their side when they die, and that they will be by their side when he dies, gives Roentgen great peace of mind.But now they were not with him, and he was not with them.The terror of the isolation, the shame of not being able to comfort his friends when they met his fate, accompanied him to his death. Alex Roentgen twisted his body again, facing the earth that was about to kill him, and let out the miserable cry of the abandoned. Jared watched in horror at the whirling gray dot in the sky - it seemed to be flying faster and faster in the last few seconds - and realized that it was actually a screaming person, with a disgusting splashing sound, the The man fell hard on the grass, and then bounced horribly.This scene frightened Jared back to action.He shoved Sagan, yelled at her to run, and ran to the other comrades, picked them up, and pushed them toward the woods to avoid being crushed by the falling bodies. Seaborg and Harvey have regained their sanity, but just stare at the sky, watching their friends die.Jared shoves Harvey, slaps Seaborg, and yells at them to move.Wegener was lying on the ground, looking like he was having a panic attack, and Jared picked him up and handed him over to Seaborg, telling him to run.He reached out to pull Manly, and Manly pushed him away, screaming and crawling toward the pasture.She got up and started running, and the bodies of her comrades fell around and fell to pieces.After running six meters, she stopped, turned around suddenly, and lost her remaining sanity in screaming.Jared turned so he wouldn't let himself see a body fall beside her, a leg flying out and hitting her shoulder and neck, crushing aorta and bone, breaking ribs into lungs and heart.Manly grunted, and the screaming stopped abruptly. Counting from the first body, within two minutes, all the other soldiers in the second row fell to the ground.Jared and his comrades watched this scene in the woods. When it was over, Jared turned to the four remaining members of the class to check on the situation.They were all in different states of shock, Sagan's reaction was the most normal, and Wegener's was the slowest, but he finally understood what was going on around him.Jared was a bit sick, but other than that, he was cut off from fusion for a long time, and now he's functioning without fusion.For now, he's leading the way. He turned to Sagan and said, "We have to move. Into the woods, out of here." "Mission—" Sagan said. “不存在任务了，”雅列说，“敌人知道我们在这儿，我们要是留下就必死无疑。” 这几句话似乎打醒了萨根，她说：“必须派人回去。搭乘俘虏舱。通知防卫军。”她盯着雅列说，“但你不行。” “我不行。”雅列赞同道。他知道萨根这么说是出于怀疑，但此刻没空担心这个问题。他不能回去，因为全班只有他还能正常行动。他建议道：“你回去。” “不行。”萨根淡然答道，语气不容置疑。 “那就西博格吧。”雅列说。除了萨根，西博格最接近正常；他可以向防卫军讲述发生了什么，告诉他们做好最坏的准备。 “西博格。”萨根赞同道。 “好的，”雅列转向西博格，“过来，斯蒂芬，我帮你坐进去。” 西博格摇摇晃晃地走过来，搬开盖住俘虏舱的枝叶，他伸手去开门，却忽然停下了。 “怎么了？”雅列说。 “该怎么打开这东西？”西博格说，因为长久不说话而嗓音嘶哑。 “用你的……糟糕。”雅列说。俘虏舱是通过脑伴打开的。 “唉，真他妈的了不起。”西博格怒气冲冲地跌坐在俘虏舱旁边。 雅列走向西博格，突然停下，昂起头。 远处有东西正在接近，而且毫无掩饰踪迹的打算。 “怎么了？”萨根问。 “有人来了，”雅列说，“而且不止一个，奥宾人。他们发现我们了。”