But some of the descriptions in these background stories made the princess feel somewhat sympathetic.
Although she was born as a princess, due to the tragic experiences she had during her teenage years, the girl could actually understand the situation those poor people lived in.
only,
Compared to the cyber society of the Third Era, which has a huge monopoly of resources in human society, huge disparities in social status, and almost no avenues for advancement.
Some of the dark things in the Fifth Age may be a little more benevolent.
So Angelia just put down the file in her hand, and No. 2 said softly:
"Mr. Rhine, as our civilization develops, will all this be an inevitable part of our experience?"
And hearing her say that,
Su Wen, who has always been rational and calm, finally shook his head:
"I have no idea,
Reality is often more cruel than we imagine. As Arthur Schopenhauer said: 'Life is a painful journey, and desire is the source of pain.' So is the evolution of human society not so.
The darkness and injustice of the third era are the consequences of infinite expansion of desires and unbalanced resource distribution. They are also heavy shackles that are difficult to shake off in the development of our civilization.
But even if we know this,
The so-called warmth that the earth currently displays under the sun is nothing more than a stacked reconstruction on the ruins of countless civilizations.
In many things, those deep-rooted interest groups will not let go easily.
So, let me give you the gentlest answer.
perhaps,
There are only these four words left in my heart:
【A Catching Fire Starts a Prairie Fire】.”
When it comes to this moment,
The handsome scholar also set his sights on the endless sea of stars in the distance.
But they didn't dwell too much on this matter. After all, with the blessing of Angelia's identity, there were indeed so many things they could do.
So, next,
It depends on how she chooses the path forward for northern civilization.
Su Wen continued to look through his 'player background story', and even opened his data mailbox simultaneously.
The mailbox interface flashes with various red and blue lights, indicating that there are new messages, and there are even some historical documents for overtime deductions.
Unexpectedly, while completing this interstellar rescue mission, he actually received other new orders.
But the order was very simple. It was just to deliver a secret box in Area 31, BQZ, in the middle level of the star ring.
"What a black heart,
Credit points will be deducted for failing to complete the assigned tasks. These ultimate capitalist bastards of the third era may have almost become the materialization of credit points.
I just don’t know if there will be any punishment if I don’t complete this task.”
Although Su Wen said so,
But he still smiled nonchalantly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a hint of depth in his eyes.
Obviously,
Currently, he feels that this identity is quite useful.
[Macro Chronicle] In order to make their appearance logically consistent, they actually constructed such a very down-to-earth profession.
Of course, he never felt that there was any superiority or inferiority between professions.
Even Angelia felt very novel, and her eyes were full of expectations for unknown adventures.
But the next second,
As the spacecraft under their feet took off completely, the powerful acceleration made everyone lean back slightly. Now they need to be quiet.
The old spaceship that crashed to the ground in the distance also burst into flames during the self-destruction process.
The fire is like the final judgment,
It illuminated the night sky of the entire planet, billowing smoke surged into the sky, and debris flew everywhere, leaving burning marks one after another on the desolate planet.
It seems to be telling its past story, and it also seems to have drawn a heroic conclusion to this thrilling rescue.
at the same time,
Just as they were taking off,
In the BZ-5 area of the middle-level star ring of the Silver Mechanical City, in a packaging factory full of high-tech and almost exclusively operated by robots, a cold and hard metal texture hit your face.
The walls here are made of shiny alloy plates. The condensation water on them slowly slides down along the tiny grooves and gathers into small puddles on the ground, reflecting the cold light shining from the lighting strip above the head.
There is an office inside this factory, with the wall lights still on:
Outside the transparent glass of the room, rows of tall mechanical arms are neatly arranged, with indicator lights flashing at their joints from time to time, like sleeping steel giants waiting to be awakened.
Various sophisticated sensors and complex circuits hang from the ceiling, like intricate vines.
In the center of the room,
There is a huge desk made of transparent high-strength material, with several virtual screens emitting blue light floating on the desk.
A middle-aged man with burn marks on his face turned around.
The burn marks were like twisted earthworms crawling on his resolute cheeks, telling of the hardships and battles in the past.
He was wearing a dark gray overalls with bulging pockets containing various small tools and data chips.
But compared to skilled workers,
This kind of outfit seems to be more like his own unique style.
The man said to the TV screen in front of him:
"It is said that a mysterious mission was sent to an unmanned planet in low orbit.
Is it a rescue mission?”
His voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes of battle.
"Um,
Distributed anonymously.
The sender of the message has not been found yet, but the person rescued is indeed a planetary branch of our resistance."
I heard the person on the TV say this.
The man was overjoyed. His originally calm eyes instantly burst into excitement, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to relax.
He was so excited that he slapped his thigh, and the palm of his hand rubbed against his overalls, making a crisp sound:
"Very good!
This time, we didn’t let those bastards from Eternal Dawn succeed!
How are the preparations for the subversion plan in three days?"
As he spoke, he strode to his desk, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and stared at the screen.
It was as if he wanted to see through the person opposite him completely.
"We just need some undercover agents to help us complete the task of crossing the scanning area.
But obviously, 'they' are coming soon.
But will this group of people be willing?”
There was a hint of doubt in the cold voice coming from the TV.
But when the man heard this sentence, he said seriously:
"I'll talk about this matter. Don't worry, I'll make everything go smoothly."
He straightened his back and looked firmly into the distance, his eyes seeming to penetrate the walls of the office and look towards a more distant target.
"Even to deceive them?"
The voice on the TV rang again, this time with a more direct meaning.
"sometimes,
I really don't want to be so mean to my own people.
It’s a pity that I’m afraid they don’t dare to sacrifice themselves completely for ‘justice’.”
The man slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. In fact, the genetically modified veins slowly bulged on the back of his hands like coiled snakes: