[That is a miracle in human history.]
[From the time we walked upright, to the first flame ignited in the forest, to the pyramids on the Nile River and the Great Wall of Badaling, we have conquered the earth more than once. However, this is the first time we have conquered the sky and the sea at the same time.]
[That is the territory of Uranus and Poseidon. In the depths of the bright stars and the turbulent waves, I saw their palaces and the conquerors who placed their flags there.]
[Maybe I should use more rigorous words to describe what I saw, but in the face of it, all descriptive words seem so redundant. I don't want to use too many words to describe them because the shock that penetrates into the soul can only be felt when I personally set foot on the steel fortress and touch its texture with my hands …]
[Before this, I have never looked forward to that day so seriously.]
[The day that the "Tower of Babel" was really built.]
The pen in his hand stopped. Hamilton, who was sitting at the desk, let out a sigh of relief. He waved his right hand gently and dispersed the holographic light and shadow projected on the desk.
It had been almost a week since the trip to Penglai City.
During this week, he was also invited to go to the Nirvana once and looked at the space fortress in the synchronous orbit.
To be honest, he was so shocked by everything in front of him that he almost forgot to press the shutter in his hand.
Thanks to his professionalism, he was able to get rid of the state of surprise in time. He pressed the shutter under the reflex of muscle memory and got the precious photographic photos.
Thanks to these photos, the press release in his hands, which had been revised more than a dozen times, looked slightly more formal, and not like some fantasy novel or poem …
At this moment, a pleasant voice floated from the door behind him.
"Sir, it's time to eat."
"Got it, Seria, I'll be right there."
It just so happened that the writing of the press release had come to an end. After Hamilton responded, he got up from the chair, left the study room, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then walked to the kitchen.
When he came to the kitchen, a woman in her early twenties, wearing an apron, had already put the sandwiches and snacks on the table. She also added a slice of lemon and a few pieces of crushed ice to his glass.
The addition of a slice of lemon to his gin or whiskey had been a habit of his for many years. After so many years, other than himself, only Celia would remember this habit of his.
Looking at Hamilton sitting down at the table, Celia took off her apron and hung it on the side. She quietly sat across from him and watched him enjoy his dinner.
In fact, she was not a real human, but a housekeeping robot created by the Hippocampus Group, so she did not need to eat like humans.
As for how she came to this house …
It could be traced back to the global riots a year ago.
Because of the serious mistakes in the prevention and control of the ALPHA virus, the entire Western world was filled with a fear of robots and AI at that time. Even if the North Sea Alliance was not the "epicenter" of the ALPHA virus, it was still greatly affected.
At that time, she was abandoned on the street. She was originally going to be sent for destruction, but Hamilton, who was following up on the virus incident, took her in.
Perhaps because of his profession, he, who was engaged in scientific news reporting, was not as afraid of AI as ordinary people, so this kind of life continued to this day.
Celia was very grateful to him for the warmth of her home, even if there was not much description of this emotion in her program …
"Are you thinking about something?"
Hamilton's hand holding the sandwich paused slightly, and he spoke after a moment of silence.
"You can see through me?"
Celia looked intently at the owner sitting opposite her and spoke softly.
"It's you who wrote it on your face."
"Really?" Putting down the sandwich in his hand, Hamilton sighed softly and muttered to himself, "It seems that when people live alone for a long time, they often can't control their emotions and write them on their faces."
After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Celia sitting opposite him again.
"Celia."
"I'm here, Mr. Hamilton."
"Do you want to move?"
Celia cast a confused look at him.
"Why do you suddenly want to move?"
"Because I want to try a new life." Hamilton continued after a moment of silence, "Of course, I haven't made a decision yet. After all … you are also a member of this family. I have to consult other family members before making a decision. "
"Me?"
Celia pressed her index finger against her lower lip. She seemed to be thinking about this question seriously.
For a moment, Hamilton suddenly had an illusion that the person sitting in front of him was not an artificial intelligence at all, but a living human.
His eyes unconsciously stayed on her for a long time.
Perhaps Celia caught his gaze, a smile suddenly bloomed on her face. She spoke softly in a voice that was a little stiff but full of gentleness.
"No matter where you go, I will accompany you."
…
After the completion of the Nirvana and Penglai City, with the release of relevant news reports, this exciting news quickly spread to all corners of China and the earth. It even crossed an astronomical distance and reached the distant Mars.
Now, even in the most remote and inconspicuous mine in the colony, the news about the completion of the first phase of the space elevator project could be heard.
In the deepest part of the virtual reality network, there was a conference room hidden in a sea of data. The atmosphere was as stiff as ice, and one could feel the coldness and seriousness.
The mysterious man in a gray cloak looked blankly at the other senior members of the foundation sitting at the conference table. He spoke in a deep voice.
"The current situation is very serious for us.
"The first phase of the space elevator project has been completed. Coupled with the recent breakthrough in warp navigation technology, the Pan-Asian Cooperation's control of the global situation and even the world outside the Earth-Moon system will rise to an unprecedented height. Our living space is bound to be further squeezed.
"And just yesterday, I received a message from an informant. The senior members of the Pan-Asian Cooperation are studying to recover the autonomy of all colonies on Mars after solving the faster than light communication problem and implement direct management of all space stations, colonial outposts, or cities belonging to the Pan-Asian Cooperation.
"Everyone, Mars is already our last base …
"If we lose this place again, I don't think I need to explain the consequences."
With Song Yangwei's arrest as the fuse, one year after the ALPHA virus incident, The Spirit of The Universe Foundation was wiped out by the Pan-Asian Security Bureau. This kind of clean-up was not limited to the territory of the Pan-Asian Cooperation. The agents of the Security Bureau even cross-regional law enforcement to other regional alliances, so much so that their headquarters and capital chain in neutral countries were uprooted.
Especially a terrifyingly strong modified human warrior …
Although there was no direct evidence to prove that he had undergone some kind of special genetic modification, he was strong enough to single-handedly destroy their combat effectiveness. They really couldn't think of any other possibility.
As a last resort, they had to withdraw from Earth and move their headquarters to a Mars colony farther away than Guanghan City. They divided the new headquarters into two, in New Virginia and Tiangong City, seeking to make a comeback.
However, if faster than light navigation and communication technology were really achieved, coupled with the space elevator as a catalyst, the Pan-Asian Cooperation would undoubtedly have a realistic foundation to implement direct management of distant colonies.
At that time, even if they were not uprooted, they would completely lose the last glimmer of hope of resistance.
When saying this, in addition to a deep sense of powerlessness, Gray Cloak's heart was also filled with anger and unwillingness.
In his opinion, they were infinitely close to the edge of victory.
If it weren't for the unknown soldier who came out of nowhere and intercepted their victory, with the extent of the ALPHA virus's dominance of the robot industry chain, they could completely rely on this power that was more terrifying than nuclear weapons to bring a greater impact to the regime on Earth and completely destroy the order on Earth!
At that time, they only needed to hold the banner of order and appear in front of those people as saviors. An idealistic regime dominated by emerging religions would be established on this planet, and they would rule the entire world with the panic in people's hearts and faith built on panic …
At that time, they would no longer have to hide behind the scenes. They could stand in front of the stage and use power comparable to gods to dominate everything they saw.
"If it weren't for the unknown soldier who came out of nowhere …"
Sitting next to Gray Cloak, White Mask, who had his arms crossed, gritted his teeth and squeezed this sentence out of his mouth.
However, at this moment, a soft cough suddenly came from the conference table.
"Say …"
"Who's the unknown soldier?"
The conference room quieted down in an instant, and pairs of eyes looked in the direction of the sound.
Unbeknownst to them, an old man that no one had ever seen before was sitting in the middle of them, together with them.
His thin and shriveled appearance was like a corpse crawling out of a grave. If it weren't for the eyeballs still wandering around, almost no one would think he was still alive.
The man wearing White Mask gulped. He looked at the old man who was staring at him, and he couldn't help but look away subconsciously.
Even in the virtual world, this image was a bit exaggerated.
However, what really made him feel uneasy was not this, but his intuition told him that the old man sitting here was different from them …
No matter what kind of virtual image they had, they were all living humans sitting at this conference table. However, he couldn't feel a trace of the aura of a living person from this old man.
It was just like a ghost …
Staring intently at the old man, Gray Cloak, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
I feel like this guy …
Seems a bit familiar?
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