Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

On the coastal road going north, the dust (or silt mixed with rainwater) has not been completely cleared, so Turk had to stop at a truck depot and asked for a hotel room to stay, waiting for those from the interim government to overtime. Road crews at work remove dust from an important tight bend. The hotel was a cinder-block camp set into the edge of the forest.Slender willows leaned against the building like sad giants, making the hotel look low by comparison.Liz discovered that the hotel was designed to house truck drivers and loggers, not tourists.She ran her finger along the window sill of their room, showing Turk the line drawn in the dust.

Probably last week.People in this area don't spend a lot of money cleaning their rooms.He said. This, then, is the ashes of the gods, the remnants of the ancient constructions of supposedly intelligent beings.That's what everyone says now.The video news feed is full of mixed accounts of the fallout, which ranges from pieces of machinery to biological remains or complex molecular arrangements never seen before. Liz heard an argument in the next room that sounded like Tagalog.She took out her mobile phone and wanted to listen to another local broadcast.Turk stared at her and said: Remember

Don't pick up and don't call.I know. We should be in the village by this time tomorrow, if the road is clear tonight.Maybe then we will know something. You have confidence in this woman, Diane, what's her name? Can't quite say it's confidence.But she'd have to know about Thomas and maybe be able to do something about it.And she has a long-term close relationship with the local fourth-year network, and she may know something about your father. She had asked him how long he had been in contact with the fourth year guy.Not a connection, not quite, he said.But this woman, Diane, trusted him, and he had done her some favors.Let Su Lian.It must have been Diane's suggestion that Moy charter a Turk plane to fly over the mountains as safely as possible.That's all Turk knew, and he didn't want to know more.

Lisi looked at the window sill and Luochen again.Lately I feel like it's all connected.Everything that happens is weird.Fallen Dust, Thomas, What Happened Out West Cellphones began broadcasting news of the earthquake that temporarily shut down Rub Al Khali oil facilities. Not necessarily connected, Turk said, just three times weirder. What? This is what Thomas used to say.Strange things happen one after another.Just like the last time we were manning a cargo plane in the Straits of Malacca, one day there was an engine problem and we had to stop at anchor and go ashore for repairs.The next day was the weather, a storm that no one had predicted.The next day the sky was clear, but we had to hose down the Malay pirates.Thomas used to say: Once the weirdness starts, you can pretty much count on it becoming three times weirder.

So comforting, Liz thought. ☆ They slept in the same bed that night without making out.Both are tired, and both have to face the truth.This isn't a tent by a mountain lake, Liz thought, nor is this an innocuous weekend adventure.Greater forces have joined, and some have been hurt.As she thought of her father, she wondered if he, too, had crashed into some similar wonderland three times as strange.Maybe his disappearance wasn't selfish or even voluntary, maybe like Turk's friend Thomas, kidnapped by unknown people in an unmarked van. Turk fell asleep as soon as he was in bed, very typical.But it was good to lie next to him and feel his body next to him.He had showered before going to bed, and the soap and manly smell radiated from him, like an aura of compassion.Does Brian smell like this?

She can't remember.Brian didn't smell anything special, except for the strong chemical smell of the fragrance he was using at the time.He may be a little proud of his lack of smell. No, it's not fair to say that.Brian is more than that.Brian believed in an orderly life.That didn't make him a monster or a villain, and she didn't believe he himself had a hand in stalking her or kidnapping Thomas.That's not playing by the rules.Brian always played by the rules. This is not necessarily a bad thing.If it made him appear less adventurous than Turk, it also made him appear more reliable.Brian would never fly a plane across a mountain, or be hired as a first-class sailor on some rusty merchant ship.But he will not break promises or break oaths either.That's why deciding to end their hasty and ill-advised marriage was so difficult.Lise met Brian, who was working on a journalism degree at Columbia University, and he was a clerk in the New York office of the Department of Genetic Safety.He wins her heart with tenderness and compassion, and she learns too late that Brian will always be there, but never always on her side.In the end, he was just one of many voices urging her to ignore her personal history, because there might be some unbearable truth buried in that gap.

But he had loved her so innocently and stubbornly, and claimed to still love her.She opened her eyes and saw her phone on the bedside table, glowing slightly, showing that several calls from Brian had been registered.She didn't reply at all.It's unfair, maybe necessary, and she's willing to trust Turk.But it's not fair, and it's not compassionate.Brian deserves better. ☆ By morning the road had cleared a lane and they drove north for another four hours, passing buses, minibuses painted like a circus caravan, lumberyard trucks, delivery trucks, tankers full of refined oil or gasoline .Then Turk turned west, onto a bad side road.This kind of neglected side roads are all over this area, like the lines of old people's palms.

Suddenly they were in the middle of nowhere.The forests of Equatoria closed their mouths wide open towards them.Far from cities and farms, oil refineries and busy ports, here Liz felt the strangeness of the world, the inherent and ancient strangeness that had fascinated her father.Towering trees and thick fern-like undergrowths are supposed to be associated with life on Earth, and their DNA contains evidence of terrestrial ancestry.But Lise didn't know the common names of these plants, let alone the provisional scientific names.Hypothetical intelligent beings planted seeds on the planet, presumably to make it habitable for humans.The projects of hypothetical intelligent beings are long-term, among other things, and they count events over billions of years, and evolution must be an observable thing for them.

Perhaps they can't even directly experience events that are as brief as human life to their eyes (if they have eyes).Lise found this thought extra reassuring.She could see and experience things that must be fleeting for hypothetical intelligent beings, as ordinary as these strange swaying trees on the road, and the sunlight casting their dappled shadows on the woodland.Our mortal talents are truly a gift, she thought. Sunlight filters through the thin fern-like leaves.There are many wild animals in the bush, many of which are not (or have not yet learned to be) afraid of humans.She caught glimpses of a spaniel, a striped ichthyosaur, a group of spider mice whose names usually conjured up some kind of terrestrial animal, though it took a bit of imagination to spot the commonalities.There were insects here, too, buzzing and whining in the verdant shadows.Worst of all are the carrion wasps, which are not dangerous, but are huge and very smelly.Gnats, like those on Earth, also linger in the shadows, and are now swarming on moss-covered tree trunks.

Turk concentrated on driving on the uneven road.Fortunately, the falling dust here is very light, and the forest canopy has absorbed most of it.Turk was silent when the road was dangerous, but when he was on the straight road he asked about her father.She had talked to him before, but that was before Luo Chen and the weird things happened these days. How old were you when your father disappeared? Fifteen.Fifteen years young.Naive and closely following American fashions, she came here reluctantly as her mockery of this alien world.Still wearing braces, man. Are the authorities serious about it?

What do you mean? Uh, you know, he won't be the first to leave the house.I have no ill intentions. He's not the type to leave us behind.I know that in a case like this, everyone will say: This is so unexpected!But I'm a naive good girl and I can't imagine him doing anything nasty or inconsiderate.What's more, he is still wholeheartedly busy with his work in the university. If he lives a double-faced life, where will he find time? Feeding your family on a teacher's salary? We have money from my mother's house. So I guess it wasn't too hard to get the interim government's attention when he disappeared. We went to ex-Interpol and questioned everyone, and there was an open police file, but nothing came up. So you contact Genetic Safety. No.It was they who contacted us. Turk nodded, looking thoughtful, as he drove through a shallow pothole.A three-wheeled motorcycle passed by in the opposite direction, with bulging tires, high seats, and a basket of vegetables tied to the rear frame.The driver, a skinny native, glanced at them without curiosity. People from the Department of Genetic Safety came to the door, did anyone find it strange?Turk asked. My dad was also researching the activities of the New World fourth year people, so they knew him.He's talked to them before too. What is the purpose of studying the fourth year? personal interest.She said the remark was so loaded with blame that it made her cringe.In fact, this is part of his fascination with the world of post-time gyrations. He wants to explore how people adapt to this world.And I guess he's convinced that the Martians know more about hypothetical intelligent beings than what's written in their files, and maybe some of that knowledge is passed down from the fourth-years along with the chemistry and biology stuff. But the people from the Department of Genetic Safety didn't find anything either. yes.They kept the files open longer, or so they claimed, but they had no better luck than the Provisional Government.The end result was apparently that his research had deprived him of himself, and at some point he was offered longevity therapy and he accepted it. Well, but that doesn't mean he has to go missing! But they did have to go missing.Once you're in this therapy you take on a new identity so you don't feel too embarrassed when your peer friends start to wither and you're still around, like in your yearbook.The idea of ​​starting a new life is attractive to many people, especially if they are facing personal or financial difficulties.But my father was not like that. People have the fear of death and never show it, Liz.They just live with it.But if you show them a way to escape, who knows what they'll do? Or what will be left behind.Liz was silent for a while.Amidst the rumble of the car engine, she heard an unknown bird song, like a minor melody, coming from the tall dense branches of the forest. She said: "When I came back here I was ready for the possibility.I don't believe he'll just leave us, but I'm not omniscient, and I can't be sure what's going on in his head.If that's the way it is, that's okay.I can face it and not want revenge.If he does take the therapy, and live somewhere under a new name, I can face that too.It is not necessary to see him.It's just that I need to know the truth, or find someone who does. For example, the woman in the photo, Su Lian.Moai. The woman you drove to Kubrick's grave.Or this Diane, who asked her to go to you. I don't know how much Diane can tell you.Anyway, more than me.My rule is never to ask questions.The 4th year guys I've met are easy to like.I don't think they're evil, and as far as I know, they haven't done anything to put me in danger.Contrary to all the GHS bullshit you hear on the news, they're just human. A man who knows how to keep a secret. That's right.Turk said. ☆ After a while, they passed a rough wooden sign with the name of the village written in several languages, probably: Desha Sinsalandi Town.About one kilometer further on, a skinny boy who Liz thought was at most twenty years old came onto the road and waved them to stop.He walked over to the car on Turk's side and stuck his head through the window. Are you going to Sarandi?The kid's high-pitched voice made him look younger than he looked.His breath smelled of stinky cinnamon. going there.Turk said. Did you have something to do there? yes. What's up? private matter. Do you want to buy Kay?It's not a good place to buy Kai. Kay, a hallucinogenic wax produced by native bee-like insects, is a popular drug among the Port Magellan clubs these days.I do not need.But thanks anyway.Turk stepped on the accelerator, not hard enough to hurt the kid.He quickly moved away and put on a stinky face.Lise looked back, the kid was still standing on the road, glaring at them.She asked Turk what that was about. Recently, people from the city often drove to the countryside to go shopping, trying to get a gram or two of drugs, but they were robbed and got into trouble. You think he's trying to sell us drugs? I don't know what he wants to do. But the kid must have had a cell phone, and he must have called the people ahead, because the local militiamen forced Turk to stop the car as soon as they drove past the first few occupied cabins on the side of the road and before they reached the center of town. Pull over to the curb.The militiamen were two burly men in makeshift uniforms driving an aging utility van.Liz sat still and told Turk to talk to them. What are you doing here?one of them asked. We must meet Ebdiane. There was a long pause.There is no such person here. Turk said: Well, then I must have taken the wrong turn.Since there is no such person, we will just stop for lunch and hit the road. The cop (if you can call him that, these small-town vigilantes have no place in the interim government, Liz thought) gave Turk a deep, stern look.do you have a name Turk.Finlay. You can go across the road for a cup of tea.I don't know about lunch.He holds up a finger.One hour. ☆ They sat at what looked to be a huge discarded cable spool, sweating and drinking tea from chipped clay cups in the afternoon heat.All the other customers in the shop avoided their eyes.And at this moment, the curtain opened, and a woman walked into the room. This is a very old woman.Her hair was the color and texture of a dandelion ball, and her skin was pale, as if it would split if she wasn't careful.Her blue eyes were surprisingly large, set in well-defined sockets.She went to the table and said: Hello, Turk. diane. You know, you really shouldn't be coming back here.The timing was bad. I know Thomas was arrested, or kidnapped.Turk said. The woman flinched, just for a moment, almost imperceptibly.In addition, no reaction can be seen. We have a few questions we'd like to ask, if you may. Now that we're all here, let's talk.She pulls up a chair and introduces me to your friend. This woman is a fourth year, Liz thought.Maybe that's why she gave off a weak and peculiar air, and the strong men obviously obeyed her.When Turk introduced her, she said she was Ibudian.Dupree (Ibrahimovic is the respectful name of the Minangkabau people).Liz took the woman's small dry hand, as if holding an extraordinarily strong bird in her hand. Liz, do you have a question for me?Diane said. Show her the photo.Turk said. So Lisi nervously rummaged through her bag, and finally took out the bag containing Su Lian.Envelope with Moai photo. Diane opened the envelope, looked at it for a long time, and then returned the photo.Her expression was sad. can we talkTurk asked. I think we have to talk.Go somewhere more private than here though.follow me. ☆ Ibdiane led them out of the restaurant and down a narrow alley between a makeshift grocery store and a wooden town hall with cornices.Passed a gas station where the pumps were painted in many colours.Given Diane's age and the extreme heat, Liz thought she would walk slowly, but the old woman acted sharply, and once held Lise's hand, telling her to hurry up.It was a strange gesture, and made Liz feel like a little schoolgirl. She led them to a cinder-block fortress-style house with a sign written in several languages, including the word clinic in English.Liz asked: Are you a doctor? I'm not even a qualified nurse, but my husband is a doctor.He had been treating these people for years, long before the Red Crescent Society existed in the area.I learned some basic medical treatment from him. After he died, the villagers refused to let me retire.I can treat minor injuries, inject antibiotics, apply ointment to rashes, and bandage wounds.If there is a serious illness, I will send them to the clinic on the road.please sit down. They sat in the reception area of ​​Diane's clinic.The setting is rustic, with rattan furniture and wood-slatted shutters that rattle in the breeze.Everything was either painted pale green or upholstered with pale green cushions, chair cushions, and the like.A watercolor painting of the sea hung on the wall. Ebdiane smoothed her plain white cotton dress.May I ask how you have a picture of this woman? Straight to the point, no nonsense.Her name is Su Lian.Moai. I know. do you know her I have seen her.I recommend Turk's charter to her. Tell her about your father.Turk suggested.So Liz started talking, going on and on about how she came back here because she was determined to know about her father's disappearance;Gately's relationship with the Department of Genetic Safety; how he used the Department's facial recognition software to search for that Sulianne.Moai's old photo, and learned that this woman had only returned to Port Magellan a few months ago. This must be the cause.Diane said. cause? Your search, or your ex-husband's search, might bring Ms. Moy to the attention of someone in America.The Department of Genetic Safety approached Su Lian.Moai had been looking for it for a while. Why?What's so important about her? I'll tell you what I know, but can you answer some questions for me first?This may clarify some doubts. just ask.Lise said. How did you meet Turk? I chartered his plane to fly over the mountains.I heard that one of my father's colleagues went to Kubrick's grave.That was the only lead I had at the time.So I took Turk but we didn't fly over the mountains. Bad weather.said Turk, coughing into his hands. oh. Liz said: Then, when Brian told me, Su LianneMoy only chartered a small plane a few weeks ago How did Brian know this?Oh, I guess he searched the airline passenger manifest, or something. It was a lead I was going to pursue even though Brian advised me not to.Even then he thought I was too involved. And Turk, of course, was afraid of nothing. Yes, I'm not afraid of anything.Turk said. But before I did it, the incident of falling dust happened, and then Then, Turk said, Thomas disappeared, and we found out that Liz was being followed and her phone tapped.I'm sorry, Diane, but I can only think of coming here.I hope you can What?Intervene for you?What power do you think I have? I think you might be able to explain.I also wouldn't dismiss some useful advice. Diane nodded, tapping her chin with her forefinger.Her sandaled feet beat the same beat on the wooden floor. You can tell us Su Lian first.Who is Moai.Lise said. First, Diane said, she was a Martian. ☆ Lisi's father was disappointed by the human civilization on Mars. This is another thing they discussed.It was on those nights on the balcony when the sky opened above their heads like a book. When Wano Wen came to the earth, Robert.Adams was young, a Caltech student in the post-time barren years, facing the inevitable destruction of the world he thought he knew. The most spectacular achievement of the time spin is the terraforming of the planet and the colonization of Mars.Using the expanding sun and the tens of millions of years past in the outer solar system as a temporal lever, Mars became barely habitable and human seed colonies were established.Earth has only passed a few years behind the time-cycle membrane, but civilizations on Mars have risen and declined. Even this stark fact would make Lise angry, because such things should never be mentioned in Lise's mother's presence (her parents died in the confusion of time circles, and she could never bear to discuss it).She had learned this in school, of course, but she didn't have the awe that came with it.In Robert.Numbers weren't just interesting in Adams' quiet conversations, and when he spoke of a million years, she could hear the roar of distant mountains emerging from the sea. On the enclosed earth, during the time when Liz walked to school and back, a very ancient and strange human civilization has emerged on Mars. This civilization is encased in slow time by hypothetical intelligent beings, and this envelopment makes Mars and Earth time synchronized, and when the encapsulation of Earth ends, the envelopment of Mars also ends.But before that, the Martians sent a manned spaceship to Earth.The only person on board the spacecraft is Vanovan, the so-called ambassador of Mars. Liz would always ask (more than once during the summer evenings): Have you seen him? No.Van Novin was killed in a roadside attack during the most chaotic years of time.But I saw his speech to the United Nations.He also seemed quite likeable. Liz watched Van Novin's documentaries when she was very young.When she was a child, she used to fantasize about having him as a friend: a spiritual friend who was shorter than her, just like the little man in the Kingdom of Dreams in The Wizard of Oz. But Martians were shy from the start, her father told her.They send the Earthlings their dossier, which is a summary of their physical science knowledge, some of which are more advanced than Earth science.But the dossier doesn't say much about their work on human biology (creating their kind of long-lived fourth-year class), or on hypothetical intelligent beings.To Lise's father, this was an unforgivable omission.They have known about hypothetical intelligent beings for millions, if not millions, of years.He said, even if it was speculation, they must have something to say, right? After the time spin stopped and both Mars and Earth resumed normal time travel, radio communication with the Martians prevailed for a while.There's even a second Mars exploration team coming to Earth, even more ambitious than the first.A group of Mars missions are also housed in a fortress-like building called the Mars Embassy, ​​which adjoins New York's old United Nations complex.When their scheduled five-year term ended, they went home (launched from Xichang) in a spaceship jointly designed and built by the major industrial powers on Earth. There was no second delegation to come.The plan to send an Earth exploration team to Mars for mutual visits collapsed after multinational negotiations, and the Martians also seemed to lack interest in it.I guess, Liz's father said, they were kind of intimidated by us.Mars has never been a place rich in resources. Even after the ecological terraforming of the planet, the situation has not changed much. It can be said that its civilization survives through a kind of collective thrift that never tires.And the Earth has massive but polluted water, inefficient industries and collapsing ecosystems that horrify our visitors.They must be very happy, separated from us by millions of kilometers.Robert.Adams said. Besides, they also have their own post-time spin crisis to deal with.Hypothetical intelligent beings also built an arch on Mars.The Arch stands in the equatorial desert of Mars and leads to an equally small, rugged planet orbiting a distant star in a habitable but uninhabited environment. As a result, the communication between Earth and Mars gradually slowed down, and finally became a perfunctory trickle. There are no more Martians on Earth.After the diplomatic mission was over, they all went back.Lise had never heard anything other than that. So Su Lian.How could Moai be a Martian? ☆ She doesn't even look like a Martian!Lise said.Martians are at most one hundred and fifty centimeters tall and have deeply wrinkled skin.And Su Lian who appeared in that old photo.Moai, not only is he just averagely short in height, but he doesn't have many wrinkles either. Diane said: Su Lian.Moai has a very special origin, as you may have guessed.Would you like some cold drinks?I think I'll have some as my throat is a bit dry. I'll get it.Turk said. Very good.Thank you.As for Su Lian.Moai I'm afraid I must tell you something about myself before I explain.She hesitated for a moment, then quickly closed her eyes and opened them again.My husband is Taylor.Dupree, my brother is Jason.Lawton. It took Lise a second to hear the names.These are the names in the history books, the names of the ages of the whirling of time.Jason.Lawton helped grow the seeds for the desolate deserts of Mars, made the launch of the replicas work, and was also the one who entrusted the Martian potion to Vanovan.Jason.In defiance of the US government, Lawton privately passed these medicines and cloning technology to a small number of academics and scientists, making them the first fourth-year humans on Earth. And Taylor.Dupree, if she remembered correctly, was Jason.Lawton's personal doctor. is it possible?Lise whispered. I'm not trying to scare you with my age, I'm just trying to convince you.I'm in my fourth year, of course, and I've been a part of this group since the beginning.So Su Lian.Moai will come to see me a few months ago. But if she's a Martian, how did she get here?Why doesn't she look like a Martian? She was born on Mars.When he was very young, he almost died in a great flood.She was injured and brain-dead, cured only by a complete rebuild with life-extending drugs.Because she received the treatment at a very young age, it had a tragic side effect: a bit like a genetic relapse.She doesn't have the wrinkles that most Martians experience during puberty, and continues to grow past the age at which most Martians stop growing.So it makes her look almost earthly, in their eyes, reverting to her earliest ancestors.Because of the death of a close relative, and because he was considered horribly deformed, he was raised by a group of fourth-years who lived an ascetic life.If they had given her nothing else, at least they had given her a good education.Because of her appearance, she was fascinated by the earth, and devoted herself to the study of a science we call earth studies.I don't know what the Martians call this science. So it's an earth expert.Lise said. That's why she was later chosen as the envoy to Mars. If this is true, her picture should be everywhere, right? She was hidden from the media.Her existence is a carefully guarded secret.Do you know why? Uh, if she looks so earth-like She will not be noticed in the crowd, and she has taught herself at least three languages ​​​​of the earth people, and can speak like people in that country. So what is she, a spy? Not quite.Martians know that there are fourth year people on Earth too.Su Lian.Moai is their diplomatic envoy to us. Turk handed him a glass of ice water, and Liz drank it quickly.Her throat is so dry. Diane said: When the Martians left, Su Lian.Moai chose to stay.She swapped with an earth woman who was in her fourth year and who just happened to look like her.When the special envoys returned to Mars, that woman went with them, and she must be our own emissary. Su Lian.Why did Moai stay? Because what she found here shocked her.On Mars, of course, fourth-year people have existed for centuries, and they are bound by laws and customs that do not exist on Earth.Martian 4th year people make all kinds of compromises to achieve their longevity.For example, infertile, unable to hold public office, except as observers and arbitrators.Our fourth year, however, is out of the law and is both life-threatening and dangerous.She hopes to improve the chaos with norms on Mars. I guess she didn't make it. Let's just say she didn't quite succeed.There are also a hundred kinds of people in the fourth year.Fourth-years like us who share her philosophy will support her and encourage her throughout the years.But the other fourth-years resented her meddling. Intervene in what? Intervention They want to create humans who can communicate with hypothetical intelligent beings. ☆ I know how grotesque that sounds, Diane.But it's true, Dupre said.She added, in a depressing tone, that my brother Jason died because of it. Lise felt the woman's palpable sincerity, combined with the sound of the wind flapping the shutters, the voices of the villagers going about their business, a dog barking aimlessly in the distance, and Turk drinking ice water. , as if these words are not unusual, making all this beyond doubt. Jason.Lawton died like this?Lisi read the records in the book, saying that Jason.Lawton was a casualty of the chaotic final days of the time spin.Thousands of people died in that panic. Diane said calmly: This process can be fatal in adults.It will rebuild most of the human nervous system, making it susceptible to further manipulation by the intelligence of the hypothetical intelligent biological network.At that time, there will be similar communication situations.But it kills the communicator.In theory, the process would be more stable if used on live human embryos.That is, the unborn baby in the womb. but that would Untenable.It was morally and ethically horrific, Diane said.But this is a great temptation for one part of our group.It opens up the possibility that we can really understand the mystery of hypothetical intelligent beings: what their purpose is for us, and why they do what they do.Maybe there is something else, not just communication, but a kind of spiritual fit.Mixing man with god, if I may call it that. And the Martians want to prevent that from happening? Diane looked slightly ashamed.Martian fourth-years are the first to try. What?They went to modify a human embryo? The plan failed and the child did not survive puberty.The experiment was brought up by Su Lian.Moy's bunch of self-denying fourth-years.She was there when the child died. Do the Martians allow such a thing? Only once.Su Lian.Moy wants to stop our fourth year guys from doing the same.Our fourth year here is even more free from laws and customs, and she interrupts the process if it's already under way. The breeze was warm, but Lise was shivering.Have it?I mean, started? Jason spread the technology and potions, along with everything else that Vanovan brought to Earth.We've had this capability for decades, but nobody's really been interested in doing it, except for some you could say nefarious groups. Turk said: I thought fourth year people had some kind of built-in inhibition.For example, Thomas.After his therapy he stopped drinking anything stronger than beer and stopped fighting in bars. We refrain from overt aggression, but we don't lose moral choice, or the ability to defend ourselves.And it's not exactly an attack either.Turk.It's a cold, unforgivable thing, but, in a way, it's hard to judge with concrete morality.Putting a needle into a pregnant woman's vein, and she does it voluntarily, isn't an obvious act of violence, especially when you're convinced it was necessary. Lisi said: It is because of this that the Department of Genetic Safety treats Su Lian.Moai interested? Yes.Department of Genetic Safety and every similar unit.It's not just Americans who are afraid of the fourth year, you know.In the Islamic world, prejudice is even stronger.No place is safe.For decades, the Department of Genetic Safety has been trying to hunt down and obtain any morsel of forbidden Martian biotechnology.Perhaps the elements that want the monopoly outweigh the desire to destroy it.They haven't made it, and probably never will.The genie from the magic lamp has come out.However, they also learned some things during the research process, apparently they learned about Su Lian.Moy thing.The thought of fourth-years having to communicate with hypothetical intelligent beings terrifies them. Is it the same reason you are afraid? Part of the reason is the same Diane said.She took a sip of water.part. The time teller in the village calls the believers to pray.Diane ignored the voice. Lise said: Sulian has been to Port Magellan at least once.twelve years ago. Yes. do the same? Yes. Did you make it?I mean, did she stop someone from doing it?No matter who is involved. Ibudian looked at Liz, and then looked away.No, she didn't succeed. My father knew her. Su Lian.Moai knew a lot of people.What's your father's name? Robert.Adams.Liz said her heart was beating harder. Diane shook her head.The name is not familiar.不過你說你要找的一個人在庫布利克墓鎮上？ 一個叫艾夫蘭．杜瓦利的人。 艾夫蘭．Duvally.伊布黛安的表情沉了下來。麗絲感覺到她相當激動。 杜瓦利是第四年期的人？ Yes.在我看來，他也有一點瘋狂。