Sitting in the cabin, looking through the transparent portholes, you can witness the magnificent and magnificent scene in the universe at close range: the spiral nebula is pulled by invisible gravity, causing a tide that covers the entire star field, and the stars are moving in the sky.
It was shaking like gravel on the fingertips of a giant; the flow of dark matter erupted from the black hole and the flow of ether particles erupted under the lunar ring collided with each other in the pursuit of thousands of years, and the energy storm triggered in an instant reversed the magnetic poles of the planet, affecting the
Hundreds of stars began to move irregularly, as if they were dancing on this blue stage; a planet that had reached the end of its life was mercilessly penetrated by concentrated electromagnetic rays, and the fallen fragments were
It was not involved in the interstellar tides that circulated like ocean currents, but was restrained by a strong gravitational field, forming a broken star ring that surrounded the star field for hundreds of thousands of kilometers, turning the steel fortress in it into a tiny
Swimming fish...
The vast universe breeds infinite possibilities, magnifying all tiny probabilities to the extent that they can be captured with the naked eye. Here, the "miracle" pursued by mortals is one of countless possibilities, but due to the hugeness of the universe,
Therefore, it may be concluded that for the universe, "miracle" and "reality" actually mean the same thing.
Carabosse watched all this silently, his dark night eyes so deep that they seemed to be able to accommodate countless stars and create another vast universe.
Although I have watched it for a long time, all the scenes among the Yuji stars are still so shocking, and I deeply realize that there are people who are limited to the tiny continent at their feet and only fight for power and show off their power.
How stupid. They have been mediocre all their lives. They have neither the decisive courage to go deep into the fog to explore the unknown, nor the lofty faith to pursue their ideals. As a result, their vision is limited to a narrow area in front of them, focusing on the mundane political power.
Changes or changes in power, but never know that true greatness should be further away than the starry sky above our heads, and naturally thicker than the earth under our feet.
Sacrifice, pain, choices, mourning, sadness, emotions, sighs, tears, memories, impulses... are all incredibly illusory. Only the hard work made to achieve the ideal has been witnessed by these naked eyes. Therefore,
There is no need to hesitate or hesitate, just follow this path, it is the right answer.
But why, exactly why...
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lord Carabosse." Suddenly a voice came, and then Freund's figure walked into the cabin and said in an apologetic tone to the Night Witch who had been waiting for a long time: "Leave the office.
I suddenly remembered that there is a document that has not been processed yet. If it is shelved temporarily, it will have to wait until the end of the meeting, so I spent some time to deal with it and did not have time to tell you."
"Yeah."
Carabosse was still looking at the universe outside the port window, and said in a calm tone: "This is an inconsiderate work arrangement, and it is considered a dereliction of duty on your part. When you return to Regalgios, I will let the people from the Special Assessment Bureau deduct this quarter from you.
Do you have any objection to the test scores?"
"No." Freud happily accepted the punishment result. Although other members would be surprised if they heard this, because in their opinion, this punishment was too severe, and one person was directly deducted.
Quarterly evaluations, although in compliance with the rules, are somewhat unhumane.
However, Freud - or rather, the members of the Alien Philosopher - chose to follow this seemingly unkind witch precisely because they agreed with this efficient and strict style of work. Because they knew
, Lady Carabosse not only has strict requirements on others, she is even stricter on herself.
Not everyone can endure loneliness and perform long-term observation missions in the desolate and boundless universe. Basically, all members of the Alien Philosopher must return to the ground every once in a while and receive psychological counseling to avoid being distracted during the mission.
Accumulation of stress leads to serious psychological problems.
Freund didn't need it, but as the chief ship officer, he often needed to travel between the universe and the ground to deliver new news and instructions from the headquarters. After a year, he didn't spend much time on the Alien Philosopher.
.
Lord Carabosse is the only member who can permanently station on the Alien Philosopher. This is of course because this huge steel fortress cannot operate without her support, but it is also due to her own wishes. She has always been very committed to the tasks she performs.
He has the most stringent requirements, and has never returned to the ground except for a few special reasons - such as the upcoming witch meeting - in a long period of time.
If it were the Grand Inquisitor of the Feiye Mente who replaced this boring task, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear it long ago.
"Be prepared, Freud." Carabosse looked out the window and saw the huge cold steel fortress cutting across the edge of the broken star ring, and the faint blue tail flame erupted from every dark hole, swallowing up
The remains of the stars showed the glorious power of human creations. There was a faint roar, accompanied by the violent vibration of some strong metal, which reminded his adjutant: "It's time to set off."
"Yeah."
Freud took a seat behind Carabosse. Although it was a long voyage between the earth and the moon, there was no need to take any protective measures, because the strength of the spacecraft itself was enough to withstand the terrifying interstellar tide.
He raised his head and saw that his boss was still looking at the scene of the universe outside the porthole, as if this scene that she had witnessed thousands of times at close range still had an attraction to her that was like meeting her for the first time. If she hadn't accidentally seen it from her
There was a hint of melancholy on her side face. I'm afraid Freud would really think that she was just enjoying the scenery.
Lord Carabosse, I am thinking about that incident again.
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Freud sighed inwardly.
Members who have just been transferred to the Alien Philosopher often discuss behind their backs whether the Night Witch has an extremely calm and cold personality. If not, how can she endure the long hours of loneliness in the desolate and boundless universe?
But she never returned to the ground a few times, as if she never missed her family and friends. Is it unintentional? Is there really any other expression on her face? Are those calm and calm expressions actually based on the most rational considerations? Every time at this time, Freud would tell them that this statement was completely wrong. Lady Carabosse not only had emotions, but she was probably the most emotional among all people, but she was used to putting these emotions into words.
Emotions are shown through actions rather than expressed verbally.
It is precisely because she is so full of emotions, always thinking about others, and always thinking about other people's difficulties that she takes the initiative to take on this lonely observation task. Because that way, other people don't have to feel embarrassed about it.
Moreover, the system of the members of the Alien Philosopher returning to the ground for psychological counseling at regular intervals was first established by Lord Carabosse. Before she proposed it, no one had ever considered whether long-term loneliness would be harmful to the health of the people.
Let stress turn into disease.
Only people who are familiar and close to her can see through the softness and emotion in her heart under the cold and rational disguise. Freud felt that as an adjutant and a friend, he barely had such qualifications.
Then, it is natural to comfort her when she is melancholy.
"That's not your fault, Lord Carabosse." He suddenly said: "We could not have expected that kind of thing to happen. What's more, she was just fulfilling the mission you left. Maybe she felt that this was her
The meaning of birth, living for this, dying for this, is the only ending."
When Carabosse heard this, he smiled lowly: "Are you comforting me, Freud?"
"From the perspective of a friend, this should be considered a comfort; but from the perspective of an adjutant, you can think that I am trying to comfort you. After all, your current mood may affect subsequent meetings and work arrangements."
The best way to persuade your boss is to use work to persuade him, and Freud knew this well.
"No matter what you say, it makes sense. As expected of you, Freud, you are very good at judging and persuading people. The only advice I can give you is, don't speak so straightforwardly next time." Kara
Persia raised his head slightly and smiled silently: "Let's use comforting words. I'm not so entangled that I need you to explain it. I'm just a little confused."
"What are you confused about, Lord Carabosse?"
"I'm wondering why she didn't ask me for help... Although she was created to fulfill the cursed mission, it's not so shameful to ask her creator for help when she encounters an invincible enemy. But that
At that time, she never said a word of request to me, and even seemed to deliberately hide it from me. It was not until the moment she disappeared that I suddenly discovered that she was... dead."
"Is it because she doesn't feel qualified to ask me for help?" Carabosse said, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Or, in her mind, I, the creator, is such a cruel existence, as long as she encounters failure
, will he rebuke or even abandon her without hesitation? Such a possibility really makes people feel very uncomfortable."
Because the Night Witch, who is cold and rational in the eyes of outsiders, has not really lost all her emotions. What she has abandoned is only the indecisiveness and excessive kindness that once caused her pain, but the emotions she retains are actually more abundant than anyone else, but she always
He hides himself and cannot express himself in words, so that he cannot even see his other personality, classifying himself as an abandoned existence.
Freud thought for a moment, and then replied: "This is something difficult to determine, Lord Carabosse. However, although I cannot judge the original intention of this behavior, since she has her own emotions, it can be said that
When it comes to human life, everyone has their own choice, that’s all.”
"So, what was the reason that made her make the choice to die without telling me?"
"..."
Even Freud found it difficult to answer this question, but Carabosse had never thought of getting an answer from him, so he followed up with the next question: "People must have no idea about the choices they make.
No regrets?"
"No." This time, Freud answered quickly, because the choice without regrets does not exist for people, but——
"But," he added: "It is not true for those who are originally human, but it is so for her who became a human later."
Because we become human later, we need to experience many emotions, but regret is not the highest priority.
"Really?"
Carabosse murmured: "This sentence is a good comfort, Freud."
Then, her voice became very soft and thin, and only she could hear it clearly: "I hope..."
"You have never regretted becoming a human being."
And.
I'm sorry.
……
A few minutes later.
The faint blue tail flame spurted out, pushing the silver-white spacecraft forward, passing through the open steel gate of the fortress, suddenly accelerating, almost like a flickering light track, flying towards the distant land, sweeping under the night sky.
Pass a burning trajectory.
That night, all living beings on the ground saw the fall of a meteor.