Chapter 11 chapter Ten

Another eleven months passed.During this period of time, the changes are relatively large.Wyoh was baptized and joined Greg's church.The professor had to give up his teaching job because his health was getting weaker and weaker.Mike began to write poetry.The Yankees have never bottomed out.If they lose the league by a narrow margin, I have nothing to say about paying the pros, but it's gone from being a pennant winner to this in one season - so just don't watch them. The professor's illness was feigned.At his age, no one can keep up with him physically.He works out three hours a day in a hotel room and sleeps in 300kg lead pajamas.The same goes for me and Wyoh.She hated lead pajamas.

I don't think Wyoh is going to lie to me that I'm wearing lead pajamas when I'm actually sleeping comfortably in my regular pajamas.I'm not 100% sure though, I haven't slept with her yet. She had become part of the Davis family. It took only one day for her to call her Mumu from "Ms. Davis" to "Ms. Mumu" and another day, to Mumu.Now she is wrapping her arms around Mumu's waist with an affectionate look, and her name has been changed to "Mummi Mimi". When the Zebra documents showed that Wyoh could no longer return to Singapore, Sidiris took her to her beauty salon and spent a few hours performing a minor operation on her.Her skin was still dark after the operation, but this time it couldn't be washed off.Sidiris had also done Wyoh's hair, which was still black and looked messy, as if it hadn't been brushed properly.Additional details were added—opaque nail polish, plastic molds inserted into the cheeks and nostrils.Of course, her black contact lenses had to stay on.When Sidiris was done, Wyoh could go on a tryst without worrying about her makeup.

Now she's completely colored, with a lineage—Tamil, a little Angolan, German. I also stopped calling her "Wyoh" and started calling her "Wymah". She is so beautiful, every time she walks curvyly on the corridor, there are always groups of boys behind her. She begins to learn farming from Greg, but is opposed by Mumu.Wyoh was tall, smart, and hardworking, but the farm was mostly men's work.As long as she was on the farm, the male laborers in the family, including Greg and Hans, were absent from their work.The little work she did wasn't enough to offset the time men wasted on her.So Wyoh went back to doing chores.Later, Sidiris took her to the beauty salon as a helper.

The professor has two accounts for betting on horses, one mainly betting according to the "chief apprentice jockey" rule summarized by Mike, and the other betting according to his own so-called "scientific" system.But in July 2075, he had to admit that he knew nothing about horse racing.He's been using only Mike's system since then, increasing his bankroll and spreading out the bets.The money the professor wins goes to pay for the society, and the money Mike gets fraudulently goes to fund the construction of the catapult.But the professor has lost interest in betting on horses and just bets according to Mike's instructions.He also stopped reading horse racing magazines.Sadly.When a veteran gambler quits, something in his life disappears.

Lyudmila gave birth to a daughter, and they say a first-born girl is good luck.I'm happy too - every family has to have a girl.Our women were amazed by Wyoh's proficiency at midwifery, but they were also amazed by her ignorance of childcare.Our two older boys were finally married, and Teddy, who was thirteen, was recruited into someone else's house.Greg hired two lads from a neighboring farm.We work together, eat and live together.After six months, they were recruited--nothing was done hastily, we had known each other for many years, and the family had been acquainted for many years.Ever since Lyudmila got married, we have been facing an imbalance between boys and girls, and now this problem has finally been resolved.In addition, the family has not recruited a husband in these years, and those mothers whose sons are not yet married are inevitably greedy, and gossips are naturally indispensable-sister thinks that those people are not at all high in our family, so I don’t bother to argue with them.Now, this problem no longer exists.

Wyoh absorbed Sidiris into her branch.And Sidiris recruited some other assistants and formed her own branch.Therefore, "Mei You Beauty Salon" became the base of this subversive activity.We started using kids as messengers and letting them do things that kids can do—they're better suited than adults to spy or stalk in the hallway, less likely to arouse suspicion.Sidiris learned the trick, and later all the women she recruited at the salon learned to use children. It didn't take long for her to find a lot of kids.These kids were on call so all of Alvarez's eyeliners were under our watchful eye.With Mike listening to all the calls and the kids monitoring their movements, we had every eyeliner in our hands and couldn't get anything we didn't want them to know.As long as the eyeliners set off from home, or leave the workplace, wherever they go, the children will know immediately-the children are always on call, and the team is huge.A child calls to report the situation, and another can immediately pick him up for a new surveillance.Soon, we won't have to wait to read the Zebra Files to know the contents of our eyeliners' calls.It's even worse for them if they're not at home, but on the phone at a bar.With our Baker Street Irregulars, Mike was waiting to hear before the eyeliner had finished dialing.

The children track down Alvarez's deputy in Moon City.We knew he must have such a helper, because none of the spies there reported to Alvarez by phone.Nor could they have been recruited by Alvarez, since none of them worked at the government complex.Alvarez himself would only enter the city of Moon City when important people from the Earth side visited and he needed to be in charge of the security. As it turned out, there were two of his deputies: an old fellow, who had been a prisoner, and now set up a counter in the "Old Dome," selling sweets, newspapers, and betting on horses; The government complex holds public office.It was the son who brought the intelligence in each time, so it was no wonder Mike kept hearing their conversations.

We did not startle the snake.However, from now on, we will be able to receive the eyeliner's on-site report half a day earlier than Alvarez.This intelligence saved the lives of seven of our comrades, thanks to those five and six-year-olds.Kudos to the Baker Street Irregulars! Baker Street Irregulars, I don't know who named them, but I think it's Mike's.I'm a Sherlock Holmes fan at best, and he really thinks he's Holmes' brother Mycroft... though I'm not sure he's not. "Reality" is a difficult concept to grasp.The kids don't call themselves that, they're groups, groups, each group has its own name.We also didn't tell them any big secrets that could endanger their lives.As for why they were asked to do these things, Sidi Lis left it to her mother to explain the work, as long as she didn't tell them the real reason.As long as it is mysterious and interesting, children are willing to do it.Just look at their games, many of which require brains.

Beauty Salon became a clearinghouse—women were better informed than the Lunar Daily.I urge Wyo to report to Mike every night, and to not make any cuts, and not to single out what seems important to report.You don't know if a piece of news matters until Mike connects it to a million other events. Beauty salons have also become a source of rumors.At first, the party organization developed very slowly.But later, the power of the three-person branch system was gradually revealed, and the peacekeeping heavy cavalry was more unbearable than the previous guards, so the party team grew rapidly.As the number of people continued to increase, we also began to accelerate the pace of publicity.Reactionary rhetoric, public subversion, underground activities, conspiracy to sabotage, all kinds of methods have been used.In the beginning, it was all run by Finn Nelson, and the propaganda campaign was relatively simple and dangerous at the same time (there were too many government spies in the past).Up to now, a considerable part of the publicity and publicity-related work has been handed over to Sidi Lis.

A big part of the job is handing out leaflets and things like that.The promotional material was never in her store, my house, or that room in the hotel.The distribution work is handed over to the children, who are too young to read yet. Sidiris is still busy doing hair or whatever, every day is too busy.But one night, on a whim, I took Sidiris for a walk on the boulevard, and Sidiris took my arm.Suddenly, I saw a familiar face, and that familiar figure: carrot red hair, no matter from which angle you look at it, it looks skinny.When she was twelve years old, it was the stage when a girl was fully developed and her body was plump and round before she quickly grew up.I think I know her, but I can't say why, and I don't know when or where I saw her.

I said, "Hey honey, look at that girl up front, the one with orange hair, the one with no pads." Sidiris looked her over and said, "Honey, I know you have weird tastes, but she's still a child." "Fuck you. Who is she?" "Hell knows, do you want me to tell her to stop?" Suddenly, my memories flashed one by one like a movie.I wish Wyoh was with me now - but Wyoh and I never go out together in public.The thin, red-haired girl was at the party where Short was killed.At that time, she was sitting on the ground in front of the wall, with big eyes open, serious expression, listening very carefully, and applauding enthusiastically from time to time.She was seen again at the end of a free-flying trajectory: she curled through the air like a ball and hit the lap of a yellow coat.Next, I smashed the jaw of the yellow coat. Wyoh and I are alive, free, because of the decisive action of this child in the nick of time. "No, don't talk to her," I told Sidiris, "but I want to keep an eye on her. If only your irregulars were here. Damn it!" "Wait, give Wyoh a call and you'll have one in five minutes," my wife said. I called.Then we continued to walk slowly with Sidiris, looking at the shop windows from time to time, because the target we were tracking was also looking at the things in the window. Seven or eight minutes later a little boy came up to us and stopped and called out, "Hello, Aunt Mabel, hello, Uncle Joe!" Sidiris took his hand and said, "Hello, Tony. Honey, how is your mother?" "Very well," added softly, "my name is Jock." "I'm sorry," Sidiris said softly to me, "you stared at her," and led Jock into a candy store. She came out of the store and caught up with me, followed by Jock chewing on a lollipop. "Goodbye, Aunt Mabel! Thank you!" He skipped away, circling every now and then, and finally stopped beside the little girl, looking at the window displays, still sucking on the lollipop. .Sidiris and I went home. The report is waiting for us at home. "She's in the Cradle Orphanage and hasn't come out yet. Keep following her?" "Follow me a little longer," I said to Wyoh, and asked her if she remembered the girl.She remembered, but also had no idea who she was. "You can ask Fern." "There's a better way." I called Mike. It was a good idea, and Cradle Orphanage happened to have a phone, so Mike could listen in.It took him twenty minutes to get enough information to analyze—the voices of many people were mixed together, and they were all so young that they couldn't tell the gender at all.But after a while, he told me, "Man, there are three people whose voices match the age and physical characteristics you describe. But two of the names sound like boys, and the third one will say yes every time someone calls 'Hazel' .It was an older woman who called that name, who seemed to be in charge of Hazel." "Mike, check the files of that organization in the past to see if there is anyone with the name Hazel." "There are four Hazels," he replied quickly, "and this is her: Hazel Mead, member of the Gay Youth Auxiliary, Cradle Orphanage, born December 5, 2063, weighing three Nineteen kilograms, height..." "Speed! Thank you, Mike. Wyoh, unfollow. Good job!" "Mike, call Donna and pass on the news. This is a rare good comrade." It was up to the women to absorb Hazel Mead. I saw her again two weeks later when Wyoh brought her to our house.But before that, Wyoh delivered a report that included changes to our policies.Sidris' branch was full, but she wanted Hazel Mead badly.In addition, Sidiris is not sure whether it is possible to recruit underage children.Our system only permits the recruitment of adults sixteen years of age or older. I took the matter to Adam Selene and the executive branch and said, "As I understand it, the three-person branch system is designed to make us work better, not to constrain us. I It’s okay to let Comrade Cecilia add another member, and this will not pose a substantial threat to our security.” "I am in favor," said the professor, "however, I suggest that she be a non-staff member and not included in the Cecilia branch. I mean that she does not have to know the other members of the branch unless it is necessary for the completion of the task. And, I don't think it's appropriate for her to be recruited as a full member at her age. The real problem is her age." "I agree," said Wyoh. "I would have said something about the child's age, too." "Guys," Mike said, a little less confident in his voice (for the first time in weeks. Now, he was no longer a lone machine, but a confident executive "Adam Selene" ) - "Maybe I should have told you guys earlier that I've done similar workarounds before. I didn't feel the need for a discussion at the time." "It's different, Mike," the professor reassured him. "The chairman must use his own judgment. Which is our largest branch?" "The fifth group. This is a double branch, with three people in the first branch and two people in the first branch." "That's all right. Dear Wyoh, does Sidiris really want to raise this child to be a true member of us? Did you tell her that she must die for the Revolution? Also, she must be told that there will be bloodshed in the Revolution." Sacrifice, turmoil, and every possible catastrophe." "That's exactly what the little girl asked for!" "But, my lady, we risk our lives because we're old enough to know what we're doing. To take that risk, we need to really understand what it means to die. Children don't know that one day death will actually come to them body. If there is one definition of 'adulthood', it is the age at which a person understands that he must die and accepts it with ease." "Professor," I said, "I know some tall kids myself. I'll bet you they're one of ours." "Not betting on you, man. But I guess at least half of them are not qualified. In the end, we will learn our mistakes the hard way." Wyoh insisted: "Professor, Mike, Man Ni, Sidiris thinks the kid is grown up. I feel the same way." "Man, what about you?" Mike asked. "I have to find a way for the professor to meet her in person, and he will understand. I personally admire her, especially her fighting spirit that is not afraid of death, otherwise I wouldn't mention it." At last we adjourned to end the argument, and the matter was not discussed again after that. Not long after, I saw Hazel again at dinner, Sidiris had invited her.It looked like she didn't know me, so I didn't say I'd met her. It was much later that I learned that she had recognized me long ago.Not because of my left arm.She remembered a tall blonde woman from Singapore who put a hat on me and kissed me.In addition, she had recognized Wyoming, she recognized Wyoming's voice, which Wyoming could never pretend. There are also discrepancies.I had to intervene again, and Mumu backed down a bit.She arranged for Hazel to attend a training school near Sidris' beauty shop.In other words, it is near the No. 13 air-tight gate, next to the beauty salon (Sidi Lisi's business is very good, because it is very close to home, we directly receive the water in her shop, so there is no limit to the water use , we also use the return pipe to recycle the used water).In the mornings Hazel went to school and in the afternoons she helped in the shop, sewing bathrobes, hair towels, washing her hair, learning the trade—and whatever else Sidiris told her to do. And "anything else Sidiris told her to do" was, in fact, to be commander-in-chief of the Baker Street irregulars. Hazel was young and inexperienced.But she has been dealing with children younger than her.The kids adore her and she can convince them to do anything.She understood their language, while the grown-ups thought much of what the children said was just nonsense.She is the bridge connecting the party and the most grassroots auxiliary groups.She can turn our chores into games and let the kids play by her rules, but never let them know how important it is to grown-ups, just tell them it's important to them. Very important - that's a whole other story. for example. For example, a child who could not read was caught red-handed while distributing promotional materials.This has happened many times.Let's take a look at what happens to these children when they receive what Hazel instilled in them: Adult: "Honey, where did you get all these things?" Irregular: "I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy." Adult: "Okay, big boy. Where did you get these things?" Irregular: "Jackie gave it to me." Adult: "Who is Jackie?" Irregular: "Jackie." Adult: "So what's the boy's name?" Irregular Army: "Who?" Adult: "Jackie." Irregular: (contemptuously) "Jackie's a girl." Adult: "Well, well, where does she live?" Irregular Army: "Who?" And so it goes in circles - all key questions have a consistent answer pattern: Jackie gave it to me.Since Jackie doesn't exist, it doesn't matter if he or she has a name, a home address, or a fixed gender.Once these kids realize how easy it is to fool the grown-ups, they enjoy it. Leaflets were confiscated at best, no big deal.Even a small unit of the peacekeeping heavy cavalry has to weigh carefully when catching children. I forgot to mention that teams of heavy cavalry began to appear in Moon City, and they all acted collectively in small groups, because some cavalry once entered the city alone, but failed to return. When Mike started writing poetry, I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.He actually wanted to publish them.From this we can see how deeply human beings have corrupted this innocent machine, and he still wants to see his own name printed in type. I said, "Mike, for God's sake, do you want to overload the lines and burn them all, or do you want to sell us all?" Before he could get angry, the professor said, "Don't be like this, Manuel. I don't think it's impossible. Mike, how about you use a pseudonym?" Thus, "Simon the Joker" was born.The name was apparently made up by Mike from a few random letters.However, for some serious works, he still insists on using his party name "Adam Selene" to sign. "Simon's" poems are doggerel, vulgar and subversive.Acrimony, sarcasm, directed at the warden, the social system, peacekeeping heavy cavalry and spies.These verses can be seen everywhere on the walls of public toilets, on the scraps of paper discarded by people in the iron pipe cabin, and even in bars.Wherever they appear, they are signed "Simon the Joker" and accompanied by a grinning grinning imp head with horns and forked tails.Sometimes the kid is poking a big fat man with a pitchfork, and sometimes it's just a grinning face and a pair of horns.Soon, the horns and grinning face of the imp's head became synonymous with "Simon is here." On the same day, the name Simon appeared in the streets and alleys of Yuecheng, and then it intensified.Before long, he started getting spontaneous responses from some people.His poems and vignettes are so simple that anyone can make them and draw them, so there are also his poems and paintings in some places that we didn't arrange.These are the masterpieces of passers-by.Even the government complexes started showing these poems and cartoons—it wasn't our job, because we never recruited government employees.Simon also "published" a not-so-refined five-line humorous poem, in which he suggested that the Warden's obesity was due to his many vices.The poem appeared on stickers three days after its publication, and the illustrations have been improved so that people can recognize the fat man cowering away from Simon's fork as Morty the Bad.We didn't buy these things, and we didn't print them.But they appeared in Yuecheng, Xinlien and Singapore, almost everywhere: public phone booths, pillars in corridors, air-tight gates, handrails in ramps, and so on. I had a sample survey done and entered the data into Mike.He reported that there were more than 7,000 such labels in Yuecheng alone. I can't think of any printing factory in Yuecheng who is willing to take such a risk and has such equipment.Is there still a revolutionary organization?I began to doubt. Simon's little poem is such a success that Mike assigns him the part of the ghost. Of course the Warden and Chief of Security couldn't miss the show. "Dear Morty the Nerdy," one letter read, "be careful from midnight to four in the morning. Love you and kiss you, Simon." There are also horns and a smiling face with a little devil's head drawn on it. Alvarez also received a letter that read: "Dear Pimplehead, if the Warden breaks his leg tomorrow night, it will be your fault. Your faithful friend, Simon." Horns and a smiling face are also drawn on it. We didn't have any particular plan when we did this, just to keep Morty and Alvarez from losing sleep.In fact, they did suffer from insomnia, and so did the guards.All Mike did was dial the Warden's personal phone from time to time between midnight and four in the morning.The number was not listed in the phone book and is said to be known only to insiders.At the same time, he also called the Sheriff's insiders and connected their calls to that of the annoying Morty.In doing so, Mike not only overwhelmed and confused them, but also made the Warden very angry with his assistants--he didn't believe their defense at all. Perhaps there was some kind of providence in the dark, but the warden seemed to be so mad that he stepped on the ground when going down the ramp, fell down, and sprained his ankle.The odds of such an accident happening to even newcomers to the Moon are slim.He was badly hurt, like a broken leg.Even more interesting is that Alvarez happened to be there when the accident happened. Other insomniacs fared no better.There were rumors that there were mines under the government catapults, which might detonate one night.However, with 90 peacekeeping heavy cavalry and 18 guards, it is almost impossible to search for a catapult device with a length of 100 kilometers within a few hours.To make matters worse, peacekeeping heavy cavalry are not used to pressurized suits at all, and they hate working in pressurized suits.At twelve o'clock in the morning, they began to search.Spending too much time outside was unhealthy, and they began concocting accidents to get out of work, all but missing the first mutiny in the history of the unit.One of the various accidents killed a person, a sergeant, whether he fell or was pushed by others. The midnight alarm made the heavy cavalry at the passport checkpoint yawn, and their tempers grew worse. The clashes with the Moonmen increased, and the resentment between the two sides deepened.Simon then took advantage of the victory to pursue and further increase the pressure. Adam Selene took poetry to another level.Mike showed his poems to the professor and offered to accept his literary evaluation (the professor's evaluation was not bad, I think).Mike's rhyming and rhyming skills are impeccable, as he stores the entire English language in his memory and finds an appropriate word in microseconds.The only weak link is the lack of self-criticism.But with the professor's rigorous editorial scrutiny, this was quickly improved. The name Adam Selene first appeared in an elegant publication called Moonlight, in a sad little poem called .The little poem is about the dying thoughts of an old exile: he only discovers that the moon is his beloved home when he is about to die.The language of the whole poem is concise, and the rhyme method is natural and smooth. Only the conclusion drawn by the old man is a bit reactionary.He felt that, despite all the oppression he had endured from previous Wardens, the torment was nothing compared to being able to live on the moon.I wonder if the editors of "Moonlight" have other ideas.Maybe they published that poem just because it was a good poem. Alvarez rummaged through the editor's office for clues about Adam Selene.Alvarez didn't notice it (or someone reported it to him) half a month after the publication, and we were all a little anxious because we wanted him to notice the author byline. We were amused by the sad, bewildered look on Alvarez's face when he found out. The editors can't help the scab boss.They told him that the manuscripts were all mailed in.Is that poem too?Yes, of course - sorry, no envelopes, we never keep envelopes. After a long time, Alvarez left, and the four heavy cavalry followed closely like wings.That was specially dispatched by him for his own safety. Hopefully he'll take a good look at that paper, it's Adam Selene's stationery: Selene Alliance moon city Investment Department Chairman's Office old dome —Printed below is the poem titled with the signature "By Adam Selene." After the poem was sent out, there were all kinds of fingerprints on it.The poems were typed on an Underwood office electronic printer, the kind most commonly used on the moon.Even so, because it is an imported product, the number of such printers is not too much. A tech sleuth might be able to identify the machine and find it in the lunar government's municipal offices.It should be said that there are six such machines in the office, all of the same model, and we use them in turn.Five words are printed on each machine and passed to the next machine.The work took up much of Wyoh's and my sleep. Although Mike listened to all the calls and guarded us, we still had to take great risks.I never did it again. But Alvarez is not a tech detective.