Russell left the institute alone without waking up Mr. Rex, who was already drunk enough to fall asleep.
The float vehicle that brought him and Mr. Re here was still parked at the door. After picking up Russell, he took him to the hotel arranged by Tongshen Island.
That is the Tartarus Hotel in the G3 area, which is said to be the most luxurious high-rise hotel on Tongshen Island.
A place that makes Russell sound unlucky - in Greek mythology, "Tartarus" is the name of hell. Of course, there is no such element in the language of this era.
Because this world does not have widely circulated folk myths. Although we don’t know what the era on earth is like, the seven sky islands have already completed a unified language in the Sky Island Age.
The language they use is not any language on the earth that Russell once lived on. Miraculously, it can clearly express the specific meaning of other languages across civilization systems. It is precisely because the islands are not connected to each other.
There is no difference in language and writing, and at most there is a slight difference in dialects, which is how this "sky island civilization" is formed - any sky islander can go directly to another sky island without any learning or training.
Prepare any funds.
Ringo, who has been on Sun Island since she was born, would not be recognized as an outsider at a glance if it weren't for her overly revealing clothing, which does not reflect the cultural style of Tongshen Island.
If she dressed up well, she and Russell could blend in among the locals smoothly. But she felt that Ringo would be too shy if she put on clothes... so Russell gave up such a request.
Anyway, he doesn't really need any bodyguards. It is undoubtedly a good thing to have an excuse to get rid of the eyes that are watching him.
Russell sat in the float car and rubbed his temples a little tiredly.
——His guess is correct. Come with Mr. Da to the research institute where he works to take a look. It will indeed be helpful to their investigation.
What he saw with his own eyes this time, those synthetics who had not yet defected...their way of life and existence shocked Russell.
He could only sit on the floating car and sighed deeply.
It's not that I'm powerless, but that I'm confused.
In just two days, his attitude towards synthetic humans changed from disapproval to anger, from anger to indifference, from indifference to sympathy, and from sympathy to sadness.
Russell did not lack strength, nor did he lack wisdom to solve all this.
He was just confused... In other words, it was precisely because Russell knew that he could do many things, and that his existence and decision-making could play a decisive role in the development of the situation, that he hesitated about what he should do.
If you make the wrong choice - there is no room for change.
Until then, Russell's identity was very simple and clear:
He is a member of the Tianen Group's special execution department. His duties, tasks and missions are to analyze reports of suspected demons, investigate urban residents who may have out-of-control psychic abilities, and monitor the familiars among them to locate the real demons and bring them to justice.
their arrest or execution.
Demons are evil and humans are good. It is clear at a glance what is justice and what is correct.
After all, the food of demons is human beings. No matter what tragic reality they encountered before awakening to psychic powers, and how pitiful people are, it will not lead to death if they are just illegal psychics... But if they fall out of control and become demons, in order to maintain their existence,
It will definitely eat people.
In the reconstruction mechanism of Happy Island, many demons gradually weakened, went crazy, and died because they did not eat people. Before they died, they would continue to produce their own psychic chips like animals - if they were useful enough
If so, maybe one or two people's souls can be harvested to continue their existence in order to produce more chips.
In any case, since they make a living by eating humans, and there is no alternative food except human souls in the diet, demons can only be humans' mortal enemies. No matter how much mercy they have on the people who became demons, they will still capture them mercilessly.
Catching demons.
At that time, Russell was in the aura of justice and would not hesitate in his actions.
...and now, he suddenly realized that the inertia of this lifestyle had been broken.
What is good, what is evil - what he should do, what are the consequences of his actions. What is the difficulty of each party, what is the pain, what is the hatred, what is the desire... He must understand it,
Engraved in the heart.
——From an agent who annihilates evil, to a judge who adjudicates right and wrong. It is an absolute leap in terms of ability, power and responsibility, and positioning.
This also means that he can no longer give up thinking and act according to orders.
He must think for himself, draw his own conclusions, resolutely implement his own plans, and bear all the consequences of his decisions.
Just like a happy player without a brain, one day he suddenly realizes that the gameplay is getting more and more complicated, and a brain is about to grow out of his empty and echoing skull - the process of growing a brain out of an empty tank without a brain.
It's very painful.
From the laboratory to the hotel, Russell didn't think about what he should do.
For now, we can only decide to wait until tomorrow morning to see the dust gap and the monkey-faced eagle.
Russell could feel that these synthetic children obviously had real souls... But why did Bubble-30 and the others so firmly believe that they had been eliminated and were discarded products of the old era?
And if this is the consensus of synthetics, why do another group of synthetics led by Naraku-7 demand human rights?
They even asked to continue to "reproduce" and produce new species of the same kind. They did not give up their existence at all, and also tried to fight for the survival of the species - for this reason, they were even so radical as to directly attack airships carrying innocent passengers. Why are they so determined?
Do you think that it is absolutely necessary for you to exist? Do you have such a strong desire to survive?
Are these two completely opposite trends of thought really just about different times of "Nirvana"?
Russell didn't know.
The float vehicle carried him and landed directly on the twentieth floor of the Tartarus Hotel.
This hotel is also towering like other buildings on Tongshen Island. And it is even higher. There is even a specially lengthened "second hall" from the 20th floor to the 21st floor.
The floor further up is the VIP area... If you come in from the first floor at the end of the street, you can't take the elevator directly to the 20th floor or above.
According to the driver, if you want to enter the 20th floor from the 19th floor, you need to register additionally.
Moreover, those without codes are absolutely not allowed to enter above the twentieth floor.
Robot security guards with live ammunition are standing guard at every corner of the 20th floor. There are also highly disciplined, silent and orderly patrol guards with mechanical dogs and drones patrolling back and forth on the edge of the 20th floor——
Not only inside the building, but also outside.
Even in the sky, drones were flying over repeatedly. The black drones formed a "crow", constantly making harsh whistling sounds.
Before Russell's aerial vehicle arrived, they were scanned by a swarm of drones. These drones did not interfere with the flight of the aerial vehicle at all, and even escorted them around.
Immediately after Russell got off the float vehicle, four "security guards" whose heads had been replaced with prosthetics came respectfully to him with a team of drones and four mechanical dogs.
Although they are "security guards" in name, the exoskeleton armors worn by these security guards are even so handsome that Russell is a little envious:
It was a jet-black matte armor that covered the whole body and made a heavy sound when walking. The full-coverage helmet could not even see the eyes, and there were dim yellow night vision lights on where the eyes should be - black and yellow.
The two colors are the logo colors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry, just like the logo colors of Tianen Group are red and white.
And in the gaps and decorations of the armor, you can also see the same dim yellow energy lamp.
It looks like a knight coming from the depths of hell. It doesn’t look cybernetic at all, it’s even very fantasy.
And these people gathered together, wearing exoskeleton armors of different specifications, just like the devil's army lining up to recruit troops.
Behind them, without exception, there is a huge dim yellow six-pointed star - that is the trademark of Sanzhi Heavy Industry.
On their chests is the logo of the Tartarus high-rise hotel: a huge eye overlooking an abstract "person" below.
"Mr. Ultramarine, good evening!"
The four "knights" who came to Russell first bowed and held their chests, and said in unison: "Tartarus wishes you a pleasant and relaxing night."
The drones lined up around Russell. Several large drones turned on a soft but not dazzling light source above his head, dyeing him and the area he was in as clear as daylight. The light was specially processed.
It allows Russell to see the road clearly without making him feel dazzled - but it is not necessarily dazzling to others.
Russell was a little confused for a moment.
He looked around in confusion.
But they found that whether it was a "knight" who was motionless on duty or a "knight" on patrol. The moment Russell glanced over, they immediately sensed Russell's gaze, and when they turned around, they used their eyes to
They learned Russell's identity before confirming - they turned around directly, without even looking at Russell, they directly touched their chests respectfully and bowed.
When Russell finally walked towards the hall, the four prosthetic security guards followed Russell at the four corners simultaneously. Moving at exactly the same speed as Russell, they looked around vigilantly while sending Russell forward. Others did not even
You are allowed to come within two meters of Russell.
The other prosthetic security guards dressed like knights also immediately backed away when Russell came within ten meters, and knelt on one knee to salute Russell. These knights saluted in unison, plus they were wearing
The exoskeleton armor made a neat, heavy, and loud sound.
Except for the initial welcome, everything was silent after that. The twentieth floor itself has an air parking lot, which is specially used to park floating cars. The other guests who got off the car hurriedly left Russell, and even looked at
Not even daring to look at Russell, he just trotted away around Russell.
Even Russell, who enjoys the treatment of a big star in Happy Island, has experienced such an exaggerated reception style for the first time.
It's somewhat outrageous.
Russell didn't even know why Shenzhi Heavy Industry arranged such a hotel for himself - it was like celebrating his birthday in Haidilao.
And these security guards are even more outrageous.
Russell is very, very sure - whether it is Happy Island or Tongshen Island, their execution departments absolutely do not have such professionalism.
Even the security guards at the Tianen Group headquarters are far less professional than them.
Russell just glanced at them and could immediately sense the gaze, and even directly identified the owner of the gaze through the gaze - although it was not clear whether this was the function of their exoskeleton or the special function of the prosthetic body, but happiness
The island definitely does not have this kind of technology.
And he just took a look at the materials of these armors and knew that the strength of this thing was also ridiculous - at least if he sprayed it with a shotgun at a close distance, it would only make a few small craters.
——Because the material of this exoskeleton armor is specially used for mechas.
"What is the identity of this hotel? Is it a hotel owned by Shenzhi Heavy Industry?"
Russell asked this question to the security guards around him.
Although I don't know who I should ask specifically, since they can even sense my own gaze, such a small thing should not be a surprise.
As a result, just after Russell finished asking, the hotel door on the 20th floor opened - the hotel manager, who looked to be in his early twenties, had a pair of horns on his head, black hair, and an unusually plump figure, walked over and faced
Russell bowed from a distance.
After the salute, Russell just walked to the gate.
She also happened to raise her head and followed Russell not far behind and to the right without any pause.
"You guessed it right. This is the hotel where the board of directors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry lives."
The hotel manager's voice was soft and clear: "The directors and some senior executives of our head office all live in Tartarus. I am your exclusive manager, No. 44."
"Elven director?" Russell asked rhetorically.
"It's the non-permanent directors."
She replied: "The twelve non-permanent directors are all here, from the 49th floor to the 45th floor."
Non-permanent director is another polite term for human director.
"Is Ringo already here?"
"Your female companion has arrived on the 44th floor. She is now in room 4401, but the entire private room on the 44th floor belongs to you."
The hotel manager did not stare at Russell the whole time and said respectfully: "If you need any more services or want to see anyone, there is no need to go to the front desk or call the internal phone. You can speak anytime, anywhere, and we can hear it. We
We will arrange it for you as soon as possible, and you can carry out any form of office work without leaving Tartarus.
"If you don't know the other party's exact address, we can help you find it; if you don't know the other party's name, you can also give us the mental portrait. Our hotel is connected to the internal database of Shenzhi Heavy Industry;
"If you need a playmate in any form, you can make a request to the hotel at any time. If you don't want or don't want to talk, after you enter the 44th floor, you can click to confirm the installation of 'Tartarus' from the pop-up window
Services'. You can search and provide services in any form just by typing."
"any?"
Russell asked rhetorically: "What if I want a symphony orchestra, or a ballet company?"
“We can arrange it for you at any time and we can arrive within half an hour.”
"What if I want you?"
"What an honor."
The hotel manager with long black hair replied respectfully without hesitation.
"Then if," Russell said solemnly, "whose head do I want?"
“This hotel can hunt any animal for you.”
The manager replied: "It can be delivered within one hour, either alive or as a token."
"Oh? How much does it cost?"
"It's completely free," she replied respectfully, without any fluctuation in her tone, "As long as you are still a VIP of this hotel. If you want to see other guests below the 44th floor, you can call them over at any time."
...The style of Tongshen Island is indeed completely different from that of Happy Island.
Russell was deeply aware of this matter.
He shook his head: "Forget it...just pretend I didn't say those things.
"Ringo is on the 44th floor, right?"
"Yes, I will take you to the special elevator."
No. 44 replied.
Damn, I finished writing it at 9:30 today, and then I went to have dinner. I thought it was early anyway, so I might as well come back and post again.
Then after eating, he lay down with a peaceful look on his face. After squinting for a while, he forgot about it when he came back. I just saw the reminder from Ze Ze in the group and suddenly remembered that I haven’t posted it yet...
If I hadn’t been reminded to work hard today, I wouldn’t have been offended (sad)
