Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Four

I'm glad I didn't watch the news, otherwise our honeymoon would have been ruined.As Mary and I were exchanging heart and soul, the battle was nearly lost—I'm not sure if that counted as "almost."I think the slug can hide anywhere on the golem if necessary and still be able to manipulate the golem.This conjecture of mine proved to be correct—I didn’t need to be told that, experience on the street was enough to illustrate the point.Before Mary and I went to live in seclusion in the mountains, this idea had been experimentally verified by the National Zoo, although I have never seen reports.I think the Don knew it then, and of course the President and a few other high-ranking people knew it too.

Therefore, the "sunbathing scheme" replaced the bareback scheme, and everyone took off naked. But in fact, the implementation of this plan is not smooth.The matter was "top secret" at the time, while the Scranton riot was being discussed in the cabinet.Don't ask me why I made it top secret and locked it up to keep everyone from knowing.The government has always been used to classifying whatever it likes, and the most intelligent politicians and bureaucrats are paternalistic and assume that everyone else is a child.So there is no need to know these things.I read from books that, in the old days, taxpayers could demand all the facts.Don't know if that's true, but it sounds utopian.

The Scranton riots should have convinced everyone: despite the bareback program, there are still slugs in the Green Zone.However, even this incident failed to lead to the implementation of the "sunbathing programme".On the third day of my honeymoon, a false air raid siren was sounded along the eastern seaboard.After the fake air raid sirens, it took a while for people to understand what had happened.In fact, things come and go, it is impossible for so many air-raid shelters to experience unexpected power outages at the same time. I still shudder thinking about it now: as everyone huddled in the dark and waited for the air-raid siren to go off, the loathsome ghostly golem wandered through the crowd, snapping slugs on them.In some of the raid bunkers, apparently, no one had a chance against the slugs.

More riots broke out the next day, and before we knew it, we were in a period of terror.Strictly speaking, the first activity of the vigilante committee began after a desperate Albany citizen named Maurice T. Kaufman committed suicide by drawing a gun from the police. Colm Macdonald's sergeant goes with him: a lynchist and a Titan attached to him team up to tear Macdonald to pieces.but.It wasn't until the anti-aircraft crews came into action to organize the interim police officers that the committees of peace and order really began to move. When the slugs swooped in from the bunkers, the vast majority of the air defense personnel were on the ground, so most survived.But they feel responsible for it.Not all members of the vigilante are air defense personnel, and not all air defense personnel belong to the vigilante committee.However, any of the naked armed men on the street might find an anti-aircraft armband or a vigilante arm badge to wear.Whether or not he actually belonged to either group, you better believe one thing: he's going to shoot people with extra clothes on them—kill first and investigate later.

While I was bandaging my hands, I was kept up-to-date on the events that had occurred during the two weeks that Mary and I were at the mountain lodge.On the old man's orders, the doctor gave me a shot of time extender before healed my wounds, to prolong my sense of time, and I think I spent three days studying the stereo tape through the rapid scanner.It actually took less than an hour.I have heard of such a device, which some college students secretly made in order to prepare for their exams.Of course, this stuff has never been revealed to the public.You can adjust the playback speed to match your subjective perception, even slightly faster, and then listen to what is being said on tape through the audio reducer.It's a real pain in the eye, and usually causes a tearing headache, but it's a huge benefit to my work.

It's unbelievable how much has happened in such a short period of time.Take a dog, for example. Even if it doesn't have slugs on it, the members of the Vigilance Committee will kill the dog when they see it.Because it won't take long, it will almost certainly be ridden by the Titans, and it will attack people under its drive. Usually at night, the Titans will replace the puppets before dawn, and transfer them from dogs to people. The world just sucks!Even the dogs can't believe it! Cats are rarely used as puppets because of their small size.Poor old Pirata was an unfortunate exception.

Now almost no dogs are seen in the green zone during the day, they infiltrate from the red zone at night, roaming in the dark and hiding during the day.They make frequent appearances, reminiscent of the legendary werewolves.I silently apologized to the other country doctor for refusing to come to see Mary that night, and I wanted to beat him up. I quickly scan through dozens of tapes from listening to Red Zone broadcasts.They are divided into three time periods: a period of camouflage, during which the Slugs continue their "normal" broadcasts, and a brief period of counter-propaganda, during which the Slugs try to convince the citizens of the Green Zone that the government has gone mad.The trick didn't work.For just as they did not rebroadcast the President's proclamations in the first place, we do not rebroadcast their broadcasts; and finally comes the present stage, when they drop their masquerade and take off their masks altogether.

According to Dr. McMulvein's point of view.The Titans do not have their own culture in the true sense, and they are also parasitic in terms of culture, and will only adapt the culture they find to their own needs.Maybe his point of view is biased, but in the red zone, the Titans did adopt this approach.If the host is hungry, the slugs themselves will be hungry, so they must maintain the basic economic operation of the victim.Of course, there will be some flexibility in continuing to maintain this economic model, and some methods will be adopted that we would never use.For example, they process injured or redundant humans into fertilizer for plant growth.Generally speaking, however, the farmer remains a farmer, the mechanic remains a mechanic, and the banker remains a banker.This last approach may seem pedantic, but experts believe that as long as any economic model has a "division of labor", it cannot do without the accounting and "financial" system.

I know in my heart that they get money from slugs in other countries, so maybe the Doctor is right.But are there "bankers" or "financial people" among ants or termites?I've never heard of it.Anyway, there are probably many more things I haven't heard of. What is even more puzzling is why the Titans continue to retain human pastimes.Is this a universal need of life in the universe, or are they learned from our anthropology? The "experts" insisted on their own opinions, and no one would give in.I don't know what's going on here either.They learned to have fun from humans and "improved".But then again, some of their "improvements" might make sense—such as the bullfighting tricks they played in Mexico, where they gave cows the same opportunities as people.

However, most of the workarounds are disgusting, so I won't go into details.I am one of the few people who have read the transcripts of this kind of practice, except for a few Lu Jie guys who refused to cooperate in the yellow zone.I analyze these files professionally.The government listened to all Red Zone broadcasts, but the transcripts were suppressed for violating old Comstock's "indecent" laws—another example of typical "Mom knows best" paternalism.But as far as single chairs are concerned, perhaps mothers know best.I hope Mary doesn't have to see this sort of thing when she's briefed, but she wouldn't tell me if she did.

Then again, maybe "mother" is not "the clearest" after all.If there's one thing that would motivate a free man to make up his mind to destroy this disgusting evil, it's the "entertainment" broadcast in the red zone.I remember a broadcast of a boxing match, or maybe a wrestling match, at the Rogers Memorial in Will, Fort Worth.No matter what it is called, there is a referee and two players fighting each other on the field.Rules of the game: as long as the owner of the opponent is injured, it is considered a foul. Anything else is not a foul - anything goes!The match was a pair of male and female boxers, both tall and strong.The female contestant gouged out one of his eyes the first time she pinched her opponent with her arms, but the two were evenly matched as her left wrist was broken, allowing the fight to continue for a while.The game will not end until one of them is so weak from blood loss that even the master of the puppet can't move the slave.As a result, the female boxer lost.I'm sure she died because her left breast was almost gouged out and she bled profusely.A massive blood transfusion would save her unless immediate surgery was performed, but she was not saved.The two slugs were completely moved to the new host, and Boxer, who was limp and motionless, was dragged out. Once the competition is over, the whole audience enters the state of "audience participating in the performance", and the scene is obscene. Compared with the witch's midnight gathering, it can only be regarded as a women's charity sewing meeting. Ah, slugs can judge gender! One more thing I saw on this tape and others, a heinous thing, I don't even want to mention, but I feel compelled to tell it--Among groups of male and female slaves, there are people (If you can still be called a human being) Walk around.There are men and there are women who don't have slugs on them, who are slug-trusted...traitors. I hate slugs, but between slugs and traitors I'd rather kill the latter.Our ancestors believed that some people would willingly sign a pact with the devil.There is some truth to this view of the ancestors: if conditions permit, someone will do it. Some people simply don't believe that human beings will defect to the Titans, and these people have never read the banned recordings.The evidence is overwhelming, right in front of our eyes.It is well known that after the slugs felt that they no longer needed a disguise, the red zone also took off their clothes, even more thoroughly than the green zone that implemented the "sunbathing program".This situation is obvious to all.The referee in the Fort Worth tragedy I just vaguely described was a traitor.His photogenic rate is very high, so I am 100% sure.I don't want to mention his name, not to protect him, but to protect myself-the scum I later killed with my own hands. We're not all lost, I learned that before they finished treating me.At present, we can only stop the enemy and prevent the spread of the enemy's power.Even if we don't do this thoroughly, if we confront them head-on, we may hurt our own people and blow up our own cities, but we are not sure about eliminating the enemy with round shoulders.We need a weapon of choice that kills slugs without harming humans, or that incapacitates humans but preserves them, giving us a chance to rescue our fellow humans.From the comedy duo of McIlvin and Vargas down to the lowest level of college students washing test tubes, all people who engage in science are committed to solving this problem.However, such a weapon has still not been developed.It would be nice to have a "hypnotic" gas.It's good that there wasn't such a thing before the Titans invaded, though.Otherwise, the slugs will use it against us.This thing is a double-edged sword.It must be remembered that the slugs have as much, if not more, command over the military power of the United States than the free men. In a stalemate, time is in the enemy's favour.Some people are foolish enough to try to level cities along the Mississippi Valley with hydrogen bombs, which is like cutting off the head to cure lip cancer.They were equally stupid, people who had never seen a slug, did not believe in their existence, thought the whole thing violated the rights of the states, and that the "sunbathing program" was a conspiracy by the tyrannical authorities in Washington.The second kind of fool is rare nowadays, not because they have changed their minds, but because the Committee of Peace members are very eager to eliminate such people. Then there is the flexible-minded centrist.Such "reasonable" people can't change their habit of negotiating, and they always think that we can "make deals" with the Titans.There was a group of people who actually tried this kind of negotiation. This delegation was composed of the core members of the opposition parties in Congress.They bypassed the State Department, contacted the governor of Missouri through an intermediary placed in the yellow zone, and obtained a "guarantee" from the Titans.Under the premise of ensuring safe passage and diplomatic immunity, these people went to St. Louis and never came back, just kept sending us exciting messages.I've seen one of these, and the general idea is: "Come on, it's great here!" Can vegetable cattle sign an agreement with a meat processor? North America remains the only known epicenter of the slug spread.Apart from handing over the space station to us for management, the only move the United Nations took was to temporarily withdraw to Geneva.Their team made no mention of domestic aggression in this matter, even arguing that, even if slugs did exist, they would technically be an epidemic rather than a potential source of war and should therefore not be a cause for concern. Council's attention.After a vote in which 23 countries abstained, the matter was declared an "internal state matter" and the council urged member states to make a decision to provide aid to the legitimate governments of the United States, Mexico and Canada. Now that countries are "declaring" this is a pandemic, we don't know what assistance to ask for. This is an increasingly silent war.We haven't had time to find out whether the enemy has entered the battle.Every battle was lost.After the debacle of the Counter-Shock Program, we have practically no longer used conventional weapons, except for police operations in the Yellow Zone.The Yellow Zone is currently a vast no-man's-land that sits on either side of the Red Zone, from the dense forests of Canada to the deserts of Mexico. During the day, except for our own patrol, it is deserted and sees nothing larger than birds and mice.That night, after our scouting force retreated, dogs or something haunted the place. When Mary and I returned, we had fired the only atomic bomb of the entire war on a flying saucer that had landed near San Francisco, south of Burlingame.The destruction of the flying saucer was ordered by superiors, but this order was questioned.It has been argued that if we want to know ourselves and our enemies and be victorious in all battles, we should capture flying saucers for research.I think what I sympathize with are people who want to shoot first and do research later. By the time the time-extenders wore off, I had grasped the current situation in America. Things were unfolding beyond even my imagination in infiltrated Kansas City: the country was going through a time of terror, friends killing friends, wives denouncing husbands.Any gossip about the Titans would set off crowds in the streets in vans shouting for a lynching.When knocking on the door at night, no one would answer politely, but would only invite a burst of scolding from inside the door.Honest people stay at home.Only dogs and slugs roam outside at night. Many rumors of slug sightings are unfounded, but the facts they create make the rumors all the more dangerous. The "sunbathing scheme" allows people to wear a small amount of tight clothing, however people prefer to be completely nude.No one wears spine armor these days, the slugs already forge it and put it into use right away.There is a girl in Seattle who only wears a pair of sandals and carries a big purse, but the members of the Security Council seem to have sniffed out the enemy and followed her vigilantly.They noticed that she never let go of the wallet in her right hand under any circumstances, even when changing change. She didn't die because the Sheriff's Committee knocked her arm off at the wrist, and I think she's going to get a new one, and there are so many parts like that.When members of the Vigilance Committee opened the wallet, they found the slug was still alive, though it didn't live long. When I saw this in the briefing, I shuddered to think of myself strutting around in my shorts.This behavior is very unsafe, and carrying anything the size of a slug is likely to attract suspicion. By the time I watched the episode, the effects of the medication had worn off and I was reconnected with my surroundings. I mentioned this to the nurse, and she reassured me, "Don't worry, it won't do you any good to worry too much. Now please bend the fingers of your right hand." I bent my fingers while she assisted the doctor in spraying the substitute skin first.I noticed that she was no exception, she didn't even wear a bra, and her so-called shorts were really just a fig leaf. The doctor, who was wearing as little as possible, warned me that "you must wear gloves when doing heavy work, and come back for a review next week." I thanked them, came to the headquarters office, went to find Mary first, and found that she was busy with treatment in the plastic surgery department.