0696 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section 25)
The blue sky is not stained by a trace of dust.
But there were no flying insects or migrating birds, so there was a bit less life.
The source of energy cannot be seen, and the minimalist streamlined shuttle shuttles through the jungle of fiberglass. It looks chaotic, but in fact it is so precise that no one needs to slow down to give way.
The entire city's system is orderly, like a precise machine, full of the beauty of order.
It's just that most of the passengers on the shuttle have dim eyes and dull eyes.
"Look at our world."
In a white building that was completely different from the surrounding fiberglass city, Lamarck faced the floor-to-ceiling windows and raised the wine glass in his hand.
He looks much older than the old man playing chess with Qu Yun:
"Harmony, stability, perfection... but lifeless.
Human beings are not the natural masters of this world.
In the few seconds we were chatting, countless civilizations were born and perished in this vast universe.
Why are we the masters, why are we superior?
It’s because of the existence of the lower cosmic system.
You people always think that the system is a battery, the economic foundation that supports human civilization, and a supercomputer that expands the boundaries of science.
But in fact, it is a good medicine.
It is the cure for the terminal illness of our civilization.
After any system becomes stable, it will gradually become rigid.
In ancient times, thousands of emperors tried their best to kill people's thoughts.
They all failed.
The funny thing is that no one tries to do that thankless thing today, but time is killing our souls.
The soul of mankind, the soul of civilization...
Compared to the naturally derived and vibrant civilizations in the system that I watch every day, we are more like villains blocking the road of evolution..."
As he spoke, he turned around and raised his glass to the humanoid household robot that was cleaning the room: "Humans are not the first to rule this universe, and they will not be the last.
It's just that thanks to the discovery of the cosmic system, we were able to get treatment before it rotted to the point of festering, and barely survived.
I have never thought about suppressing the new civilization in the system, nor have I ever thought about using the power gained there to dominate the world.
Do you understand? Everything I do is just to keep this sick civilization going.
Have a clear conscience.
Even so, do you still have to kill me?"
The household cleaning robot suddenly stopped its movements and tilted its head. The green light in its big round head turned red.
Lamarque smiled, calmly and contentedly: "Are you from Cronos? Or from the Parliament? Are you from those pro-democracy groups that gather at the entrance of the Administration every day to demonstrate, but actually know nothing about the current situation?
Before you act rashly, I hope you at least understand the current situation.
No one understands the situation of the universe system better than me.
She is a bug, but it is a core link that has been integrated with the system.
Even if you remove me, kill me, and restart the system, it won't solve any problems.
The only one who will suffer losses is ourselves.
The real universe cannot afford another system shutdown. Just look at the numb faces of those people outside!…
cEntropy is nothing, the boundary of science, the energy of life, you can discard it, that’s right!
But do you still expect mankind to continue on its own?
Wake up, there are fewer and fewer people like us...
She can wait, but what about us?"
At the end of the sentence, the old man's voice even sounded a little angry.
He hated those politicians who couldn't recognize the reality; he hated the conservative and cowardly public who were unwilling to take any risks; he hated the numb people in this era who would rather choose slow death than fear change.
"Are you sure, she
Are you willing to wait?"
A mechanically synthesized sound that was deliberately set to have no pitch came from the body of the home robot. The cold voice seemed to be a bit playful.
"She..." Lamarque was shocked, and the wine glass in his hand fell directly on the gorgeous carpet: "No! You are..."
The humanoid machine stopped talking nonsense and suddenly burst into flames and crashed into Lamarck!
The old man instantly bent his knees and lowered his elbows, and he stepped into a diagonal stance with his fists and palms apart. However, he came first and hit the robot's right shoulder with a front fist.
There was a heart-wrenching tearing sound accompanied by electric sparks, and the entire right arm of the robot flew out, only to be shattered by the old man's body!
"Don't underestimate the rules of the real universe, you bastard! Do you think you can do whatever you say here?"
The old man laughed loudly and pursued the victory without even trying to trigger the security alarm in the room.
If the identity of the person controlling the machine in front of him is really what he thinks, all high-tech external forces will become a decoration.
All systems in the real universe, even the highest level of security, are all connected to the lower universe system.
The household robot didn't speak again, it just shook slightly and regained its center of balance. It rolled to avoid the old man's sweeping leg, crushed the wine glass on the carpet, and clamped the pieces between its fingers.
Lamarck frowned slightly and swung his palms wide and wide.
The next moment, he saw something incredible.
Although under the rules of the real universe, Lamarck cannot cultivate his physical body to reach the level of reaching for the stars and the moon like in the lower universe system, but no matter how much he says, his strength is by no means comparable to the performance of a household robot.
Whether it's speed, strength, tenacity...all of his abilities completely overwhelm a toy that is not meant for fighting.
However, the opponent moved around quickly and precisely controlled every joint of the robot down to the micron level. He always saved the day in the middle of a great gift, and his attacks that could cause casual injuries were completely neutralized.
The more Lamarck fought, the more frightened he became.
His feeling at this time was like a video game master seeing someone hit him with the skills of a game character in real life.
The robot's movements became more agile and precise. Ten seconds later, a glass fragment pierced his eyeball; thirteen seconds later, the common carotid artery was opened; fifteen seconds later, a fragment accurately passed through the gap between the ribs and pierced the heart.
The old man was lying on the ground, and he was unable to get up again. His muddy voice was mixed with blood-blocked gurgling:
"She...has never practiced martial arts from beginning to end. You...are not her..."
"Guessed it right, but there is no reward." The household robot kicked the old man's face over, bent down and used one arm to take out a tiny, seemingly insubstantial ball of light from behind his ear.
That is a unique terminal that ensures that the director of the C-Entropy Integrated Administration can connect to the cosmic system at any time.
"Do you want to upload yourself at the last minute? No...part of your consciousness has always been in the system, that's why I succeeded so easily."
The home robot threw the light particle terminal into the built-in slot that stored dust in its body, and took out a stream of blood from it, scattering it casually in the room.
Then, she flashed the red light spot on her face at the surveillance camera in the room, as if she was winking playfully.