Chapter 3 §Part One§ 1

On the day of the fleet's departure, the last day of life as we know it, I was invited to a party.That night, there were banquets everywhere in the 150 worlds of Wanxing.com, but this was the only important one. I datasphered my reply to the invitation to attend, checked to make sure one of my best formal dress tops was clean.After calmly taking a shower, shaving, and dressing carefully, I used the transmitter on the chip of the invitation card, which can only be used once, to be transmitted from Hope Star to the Tianlun Five Center at the scheduled time. On Tian Lunwu's hemisphere, it is now dusk, and the dark and colorful light illuminates the hills and valleys of the deer park, the gray tower of the administrative building far to the south, the willows and willows planted on the banks of the Tessex River. Bright fire ferns, and the white columns of the Government House itself.Thousands of guests arrived, but the security staff greeted each of us one by one, checked our invitation card codes, compared our DNA, and pointed us in the direction of the wine and buffet with elegant gestures.

Joseph.Mr. Silveron?The guard confirmed politely. ① Joseph.Joseph Severn (Joseph Severn, 1793︱1879): British painter, born in London, attended the Royal Academy, exhibited oil paintings in 1819, and emerged.In the following year, he won the gold medal and three-year overseas study qualification. He went to Italy with his poet friend Keats and took care of him until his death in 1821. Consul in Rome.There are many famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, and he is also good at portrait painting. He has painted many portraits of Keats.He died in Rome and was buried next to Keats' tomb in the Protestant Cemetery.

Yes, I lied.That is my name now, but not my real identity. President Graystone still has a meeting with you later tonight.I'll let you know when she's free to see you. very good. If you need anything beyond the food and entertainment currently arranged, just speak up and the ground control center will find a way to provide it. I nodded and walked away from the guard.I hadn't walked ten steps before he turned to another passenger who had just got off the train at the terminal platform. From my vantage point on a low knoll, I could see thousands of guests walking up and down the hundreds of acres of level lawn, some walking among the manicured woods.Above the lawn where I stand, there are several formal gardens where the broad road has been shaded by the trees on the river bank, and beyond that is the standing government building.A band was playing on a distant terrace, and hidden amplifiers carried the sound to the farthest corners of the deer park.A long and continuous line of electromagnetic vehicles circled down from a portal high above.For a few seconds, I watched the well-dressed passengers disembark from their private vehicles near the platform at the end of the pedestrian lane.I didn't expect that there would be so many kinds of aircraft. The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated not only the shells of standard Viken, Ediz, and Sumasols, but also the decks of gorgeous and gaudy flying barges, as well as those in Yuan Dynasty. The metal fuselage of an antique floater that was popular when Earth still existed.

I walked down the long gentle slope to the Tessex River, passing by the pier where all kinds of boats and rafts were unloading passengers. The Tessex River is the only big river that flows through the Ten Thousand Stars Network, flowing through the eternal portal. There are more than two hundred worlds and moons, and the people living on both sides of the bank are all the richest people in the Balian, as can be seen from the boats on the river: huge armed cruisers, sailboats with cloth sails, and five-story barges.Many can be seen to be equipped with lift-off devices.There are also elaborate houseboats, apparently with their own portals; some small floating islands imported from the oceans of Maui-Covenant; sports speedboats and submarines from before the Sanctuary period; several hand-built vehicles from the Renaissance galaxy Electromagnetic vehicles on the water, as well as a few modern go-anywhere yachts, are all shadowed by the seamless oval reflective surface of the closed force field.

The guests who disembark from these ships are no less gorgeous than their boats.Personal style ranges from the conservative evening dress before the Sanqian period, worn on a body that has obviously not received Posen's life-prolonging treatment, to the most popular fashion on Tianlun Friday this week, worn by the most famous creature creator on Wanxing.com on the body.Then I moved on, pausing at a long table to fill plates with roast beef, salad, cuttlefish steak, Bhawati galaxy curry, and freshly baked bread. By the time I found a seat near the garden, the last rays of the sun had faded into twilight and the stars were out.The lights of nearby cities and administrative buildings have been dimmed for viewing of the fleet tonight, and the night sky at Tianlun Five Center has not been so clear in hundreds of years.

A woman near me took one look at me, smiled and said: I believe we've met before. I smiled too, sure we hadn't met.She was beautiful, about twice my age, in her mid-fifties in standard time.Looking younger than my twenty-six thanks to the money and Posen Life Extension.Her skin was so smooth that it seemed transparent, her hair was combed upside down, and her flawless breasts were looming under the accentuated cover of her robe.His eyes were ruthless. Maybe, I said, although it seemed unlikely.My name is Joseph.Silveron. By the way, she said: You are a painter! I am not a painter, I used to be a poet.But the identity of Sylvelen, which I possessed after the death and rebirth of my real personality a year ago, shows that I am a painter.This is listed in my All Things Council web profile.

I just remember.The lady laughed.She was telling a lie.She'd just gotten data from the datasphere using an expensive commlog implant. I don't need to use the word, which is ancient, but I find it clumsy and superfluous.As long as I imagine that I close my eyes, I will be in the data circle, passing through the surface interception of the All Things Network, wandering in waves of surface data, following the shiny fibers of her access control cable, deep into the darkness In the underlying confidential data flow. My name is Diana.Philomel.She said: My husband is the transport officer for the Dracon 7 sector.

I nodded and took her outstretched hand.She didn't mention that her husband was just a thug for the Heaven's Gate Molding Union before he got a political promotion to bring him to Draco, or that her name used to be Dini.Tess, who used to be a whore in the middle pit wasteland brothel and a wine girl in the tavern, specialized in serving the pipe workers did not mention that she was arrested twice for abusing counterclockwise, and the second time severely injured a midway worker. The family's medical staff did not mention that she poisoned her half-brother when she was nine years old because he threatened to tell her stepfather about her association with a mud miner.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Philomell, I said.Her hands are warm.And she held my hand for a while before letting go. So exciting isn't it?she gasped. What's up? With a big wave of her hand, she included the night, the newly lit ball of light, the garden and the crowd.Ah, this party, this war, all of it.she says. I smiled, nodded, and tasted the roast beef.The beef was roasted raw and quite tasty, but with a lusus galaxy replicating the savory taste of the cow.The cuttlefish seemed to be real. The waiter brought champagne, and I took a sip. The wine was inferior. After the death of the Yuan Earth, high-quality wine, Scotch whiskey and coffee are three good things that can no longer be found.Do you think this war is necessary?I asked.

Of course it is necessary, Diana.Feromelle opened her mouth, but it was her husband who answered.He came from behind and sat down on the faux wood where we were eating.He was huge, at least a foot and a half taller than me.But then again, I'm a short guy, and I remember I once wrote a poem to laugh at myself: John.Keats, five feet tall.Although I am actually five feet one inch tall, I am only a little shorter than the average 5 foot six inches when Napoleon and Wellington were alive.Now they look ridiculously short because the average height ranges from six feet to nearly seven feet.I obviously don't have the masculinity or size to claim that I'm originally from a high-gravity world, so I'm short in everyone's eyes. (I used the unit of measurement in my thoughts above. Since I was reborn on Wanxing.com, among the various spiritual and ideological changes, using the metric system is the most difficult thing. Sometimes I refuse to try to use it at all. .)

②Wellington (Duke of Wellington): British Field Marshal, later became the British Prime Minister, famous for guiding the British-Prussian coalition forces to defeat Napoleon in the Battle of Waterloo in 1815. Why is this war necessary?I asked Hermod.Philomele, Diana's husband. Because they're fucking going to fight.growled the big man.He was a teeth-gritting man with a barely-there neck, and a beard with green roots that clearly showed the use of depilatory, razor blades, and razors.His hands are half the size of mine, and several times stronger than mine. I see.I said. Those goddamn Ousters are fucking begging.He repeated it again, illustrating his point for me again.They fucked us in Brescia and now they want to fuck us again what's the name Hyperion galaxy.said his wife.Her eyes were fixed on me all the time. Yes, said her husband: the Hyperion system.They came to fuck us, now we have to stand up and let them know that the League of Legends will not tolerate it.Understand? My memory tells me that when I was a kid, I went to John Clarke College at Anfield and there were a few bullies like this.When I first got there, I tried to avoid or flatter them as much as possible.After my mother passed away and the whole world changed, I would grab rocks and hit them with my little fists, and even if they made my nose bleed or loose my teeth, I would get up and fight them again. I see.I said softly, my plate is empty.I raised the glass with the last sip of bad champagne to Diana.Philomel toasted. draw me.she says. I'm sorry, what are you talking about? Draw me, Monsieur Severan, you are an artist. A painter, I said, making a resigned gesture with my free hand.I'm afraid I don't have a paintbrush. Diana.Philommel reached into the pocket of her husband's robe and produced a stylus, which she handed to me.Draw me, please. I painted her and that portrait appeared in the air between us.The ups and downs of the lines return to the lines themselves, like statues made of neon tubes.A small group of people squeezed over to watch.After I finished the painting, there was a burst of applause. The painting was not bad, capturing the slender curve of the lady's neck, the high bun, the protruding cheekbones and even the misty light in her eyes.This is the best I can do after RNA surgery and classes to build this personality.The real Joseph.Sylwellen can paint better and has done better, and I remember sketching for me as I lay there on my deathbed. Diana.Mrs. Philomell smiled approvingly, Hermod.Mr. Philommel glared at me. There was a cry: they are coming. Voices and exclamations rose from the crowd, and then fell silent.The ball of light and the lights in the garden dimmed and then went out, and as the thousands of guests looked up into the sky, I erased the drawing and slipped the light pen back into Hemed's robe pocket. Here comes the fleet.An old man in a black overlord uniform said with a dignified appearance. He raised the wine glass in his hand and pointed out something to his young female companion.They just opened the door.The scout ships will come out first, followed by the escort torch ships. From where we are, we can't see the Bajun's portal in the distance: even in space, I think it looks like a rectangular aberration of light in the starry sky.But the contrails behind the scouts were really visible, at first like a swarm of fireflies or shiny spider silk, then as they turned on their main engines to cross the night traffic on Tian Lun Wu's side, they seemed to glow brightly comet.The Tianlun Wu night sky is covered with golden and red streaks from the zenith to the horizon. Applause started somewhere, and the entire field and lawn, as well as the deer park of the government building, were immediately filled with thunderous applause and lively cheers. The aristocrats from the world forgot everything, only the main battle theory and the desire for war remained. After more than 150 years of hibernation, they woke up again. I didn't applaud, being ignored by those around me, I finished my toast, not to Mrs. Ferromel, but to the stupidity that my species always has. I drank the last sip of champagne.The wine tasted bland. Overhead, the more important ships of the fleet entered the system.I only lightly touched the data circle, the surface data kept pouring out, and finally it was like the sea in a storm, and I knew that there were more than one hundred main space jumping ships in the Tyrant Space Fleet; the jet-black armed aircraft carrier, shaped like a javelin, The launchers are tied with ropes; the triple-C command ship is as beautiful and clumsy as a meteorite made of black crystal; the spherical destroyer is like a grown-up torch ship; the perimeter defense sentry ship is amazingly powerful and huge The protective shield of the ship is now set to a fully reflective state, like a lighted mirror reflecting Tianlun Wu and hundreds of flame tails around it; a fast cruiser, like a shark swimming in a slower-moving school; Thousands of Tyrant Marines are carried in the zero-gravity cabin; there are also dozens of support ships anti-submarine ships, high-speed combat ships, torpedo ships, FTL communication supply ships, and space jump ships used as portals , a huge dodecahedron filled with rows and rows of antennas and detectors. Around the fleet, kept at a safe distance by air traffic control, were yachts, sunshades, and private spaceships, their sails reflecting the sun and reflecting the beauty of the fleet. The guests around the government building cheered and applauded.The man in the black overlord uniform wept silently, and the nearby hidden camera and broadband projector transmitted this moment to every world on Wanxing.com and also sent it to dozens of worlds outside the network through FTL communication. I shook my head, still sitting. Mr. Silveron?A security guard stood beside me. What's up? She nodded towards the main building, President Greystone is going to receive you now.