Chapter 8 6

Diana.Philomel's figure is the perfect combination of makeup and creature creator skill.After waking up, I lay in bed for a few minutes, admiring her naked body: her back to me, the curves of classical beauty in back, hips and waist, more geometrical in beauty and power than any Euclid had discovered. .The two shallow dimples below the waist, just above the heart-warming milky white buttocks, intersected at gentle angles, and the back of the thigh was more sensual and solid than any part of the male body. Lady Diana was fast asleep, or so it seemed.Our laundry was scattered across a wide swath of green carpet.The large windows were filled with fuchsia and blue light, and the gray and gold treetops could be seen outside.Large sheets of construction paper were scattered, some under and some on top of our undressed clothes.I leaned over to the left, picked up a sheet of paper, and saw hastily sketched breasts, thighs, a hastily modified arm, and a face without features.It's hard to produce high-quality artwork when you're drunk and seduced.

With a groan, I rolled onto my back and looked at the scrollwork on the twelve-foot ceiling.If the woman next to me had been Fanny, I'd probably never remember.But since it wasn't, I slipped out of bed under the covers, found my comm recorder, saw that it was fourteen hours late in the morning on Tianlun Five, and I went to the bathroom to find a doctor. Hangover medicine. ⑦ Fanny: Refers to Frances (Fanny).Brown (Frances (Fanny) Branine), poet John.Keats' last lover. In Mrs. Diana's medicine cabinet, there are all kinds of different medicines to choose from. In addition to the usual aspirin and endorphins, I also saw various stimulants, sedatives, counterclockwise, aphrodisiacs, shunts, Marijuana inhalers, nicotine-free tobacco cigarettes, and nearly a hundred kinds of unnamed medicines, find a cup to pour water, barely swallow two hangover pills, within a few seconds, feel nausea and headache All subsided.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Lady Diana was awake and sitting on the bed, still naked.I was about to smile when I saw two men standing in the east doorway.Neither was her husband, but both resembled Hermod.Feromel was also fat, neckless, with thick hands and fists, and a bearded face. In the considerable history of mankind, I am sure there have been some men who could stand naked and startled before two well-dressed and hostile strangers, and despite being hostile males, did not flinch or think twice. The idea of ​​covering your lower body, bending over, and not feeling totally helpless and disadvantaged, but I'm not that kind of man.

I bent down, covered my lower body, retreated to the bathroom, and said: Why is it who?I looked at Diana.Philomel, asking her for help, saw a smile on her face that matched the cruelty I first saw in her eyes. Catch him, hurry!my former lover ordered. I rushed into the bathroom and was looking for the hand switch to close the door when the man closer to me caught up, grabbed me, pulled me back into the bedroom, and pushed me to his partner.Both were from Lusus or some other galaxy with equally strong gravity, otherwise they were exclusively on steroids and straxol because they tossed me around effortlessly.It has nothing to do with how tall they are.Aside from a fight at school, I have had very little violence in my lifetime, much less won one, in my lifetime.As soon as I see those two guys taking pleasure in fixing me, I know they're the type I've heard of but don't believe exists, the one who breaks someone's bone, smashes someone's nose, or breaks someone's knee, Someone who doesn't care as much as I throw away a worn-out pen.

hurry up!Diana scolded. I checked the data circle, the past of the house, Diana's comlog connection status, and the connection of the two goons to EverythingNet though I now know where I am; Philomelle's country house , 600 kilometers away from Bayer's capital, located in the small renaissance galaxy system on the farming belt with dirt, also know the exact identity of the two thugs: Di Bin.Fallas and Hammett.Ge Dao is the factory security personnel of the Heaven's Gate Cleaners Union, but for some reason, one person pressed on top of me, with his knee against my waist, while the other stomped on my communication recorder and sent a The penetrating manacles wrap around my wrists and pull up my arms

I heard a hissing sound, and my whole body relaxed. Who are you? Joseph.Silveron. is this your real name No, I felt the effects of the truth-telling serum and knew the only way I could handle it was to get out of here, back into the datasphere or back into the Intellectual Core entirely.But that would be putting my body at the disposal of the person who is asking these questions.So I stayed.I closed my eyes, but I could hear the next voice. who are you?Diana.asked Philomel. I sighed, this is really a difficult question to answer honestly.John.Keats.I finally said.Their silence tells me that the name means nothing to them.How would they know?I asked myself, I had predicted before that this would be a name written on water.Although I couldn't move or open my eyes, I had no trouble scanning the data circles, following the vector connections they took.The poet's name exists in the eight hundred John.Keats, but they don't seem interested in a man who's been dead for nine hundred years.

Who do you work for?This is Hemed.Philomel's voice surprised me for some reason. None. The frequency of the sound waves changed, and they were talking to each other.Can he resist the drug? Nobody can resist it, Diana said: after the effect of the medicine, they may die, but they cannot resist it. What the hell is going on?Why did Graystone, asks Hermod, bring a nobody to Parliament on the eve of the war? He can hear you, you know.Another man's voice was that of one of the two thugs. It didn't matter, Diane said: he wouldn't survive the interrogation anyway.Her voice sounded again, and she asked me directly: Why did the president invite you to the council, John?

Not sure.Probably to listen to the pilgrims. What pilgrim, John? Pilgrims of the Thorn Demon God. Someone made a strange noise.Hush, Diana.Philomell said.She asked me: Are these pilgrims in Hyperion now, John? Yes. Are you on a pilgrimage now? Yes. So, John, why does Graystone ask you? I dream about them. Someone poohed; Hemed said: He's a madman.Under the effect of the truth-telling serum, he doesn't even know who he is, and now he tells us this, we get rid of him, and then Shut up!Diana."Greystone is not mad," said Feromel.She was the one who invited him, remember?John, what do you mean when you dream about them?

I can dream the first vision of Keats' personality.I said, my voice was a bit vague, like talking in a dream.After he was murdered, he hardwired himself to a pilgrim, and now he can roam on their microsphere.The message he received became my dream.Or maybe my actions became his dream, I don't know. Crazy talk.Hemed said. No, no, said Lady Diana, her voice strained, almost shocked.John, are you a modder? Yes. Oh Jesus and Allah!said Lady Diana. What is a modder?asked one of the thugs.His voice was high, almost a woman's. There was a moment of silence, and then Diana said: Stupid, the manipulators are remote men created by the IntelliSense.Up to the last century, there were still a few modders in the think tank, but after it was determined that it was illegal, there were no more.

Like a cyborg or something?another thug asked. Shut up.Hemed said. No, Diane replied: Cyborgs are genetically perfect.Made from recombined DNA dating back to Meta-Earth.You only need a bone and a hair John, can you hear me?John? can hear. John, you're a model. Do you know what your personality model is? John.Keats. I heard her take a deep breath.This John.Who was Keats? is a poet. What time does he live in, John? From 1795 to 1821.I said. What era, John? The AD era of the Yuan Earth, I say: before the Sanctuary period, the modern Hemed's voice broke in excitedly.John, are you connected to the intelligence core now?

Yes. Can you make contact even with the veritum serum? Yes. Oh shit, said the high-pitched thug. We need to get out of here quickly.Hemed yelled. Wait another minute and Diana says: We must know Can we take him with us?said the thug with a low voice. Stupid, Hemed said: as long as he's alive and connected to the datasphere's intelligence core, damn it, he lives in the intelligence core, his mind is there so he can pass the news to Graish East.Executive Secretary, Ba Jun, anyone! Shut up!Lady Diana said: Kill him as soon as I finish my question, and two or three more questions.John? Um. Why does Graystone want to know what happened to the pilgrims of the Thorn Demon God?Does this have anything to do with the war with the Ousters? I am not sure. Damn it, Hemed whispered: Gone! be quiet.John, where are you from? For the past ten months, I have lived in Hope Star. Before that? Live on Earth until then. which earth?Hemed asked: New Earth?Earth number two?Earth City?Which one is it? Earth, I said, and then I remembered, meta-Earth. Meta Earth?said a fighter.Fucking bullshit, I'm leaving. There was the sizzle of a laser gun like bacon frying.I smell something better than frying bacon, and then there's the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.Diana.Philomel said: John, are you saying that the source of your personality pattern used to live on Meta-Earth? no. You are a model control person, you used to be on the meta-earth? Yes, I said: I woke up there in the Chamber of Death, in the Plaza de España, in the same room where I died.Sylvellen wasn't there, but Dr. Clark and some others were. He's crazy.Hemed said: It has been more than four centuries since the Meta-Earth was destroyed, or is it that the mechoids can live to be more than four hundred years old? No, said Lady Diana gruffly: shut up and let me finish.John, why did the Intelligence Core bring you back to life? I have no idea. Could it be that this has something to do with the civil war between AI? Maybe, I said: very likely.She did ask some interesting questions. What group created you?Supreme?Moderate?Or restlessness? I have no idea. I heard a little exasperation in that voice.John, did you inform anyone where you were or what happened to you? No.I answer.She had waited so long to ask the question that it didn't seem very bright of her. Hemed also exhaled, great!Then let's get out of this damn place! John, Diana asks: Do you know why Graystone started this war against the Ousters? have no idea.I said: or rather, there are too many possible reasons.The most likely reason is that this is a negotiating tactic she used when negotiating with Intellectual Core. Why? The main leaders of the Supreme School, Moderate School, and Restless School in the intelligence core are afraid of Hyperion. I replied: In the Milky Way, all the variables have been determined, and only Hyperion is an unknown variable. Who's afraid, John?Supreme?Moderate?Or restlessness? Which faction in the AI ​​is afraid of Hyperion? All three are the same.I said. Damn it, said Hemed in a low voice: Listen to me, do John Shizuka and the Thorn Demon God have anything to do with this? Yes, it matters a lot. How to say?Diana asked. I have no idea.No one knows. Hemed, or someone else, punched me hard and viciously in the chest.You mean none of the fucking Intellectual Advisory Board predicted this war, these events?Howled Hemood: Do you think I'm going to believe Graystone and the Senate go to war without doing a probable assessment? No, I say: it was predicted hundreds of years ago. Diana.Philomel made a sound, like a child seeing a lot of candy.Predict what, John?Tell us everything. My mouth is very dry and the veritable serum dries up all my drool.predicted this war.I said: As a member of the Jing Demon God Pilgrimage Group, the Consul of the Balian betrayed and used a thing that can open the time tomb that has already been opened.The crisis of the scourge of the Jing Demon God.Result of war and wrath John, what's the result?whispered the woman I had sex with only a few hours ago. The demise of the Balian, I said: the destruction of Wanxing.com.I wanted to lick my lower lip, but my tongue was dry too.The extinction of humanity. Oh Jesus and Allah.Diana whispered: Could this prediction be wrong? No, I said: or rather, the problem was only Hyperion's effect on the outcome.All other variables have been taken into account. Kill him, Hermod.Ferromel yelled, "Kill this thing so we can get out of here, and inform Habrit and the others. Well, said Lady Diana, and then, after a second, no, no laser gun, you idiot.We're planning to inject him with lethal alcohol, come on, grab the penetrating shackles and let me attach the dropper. I felt a pressure on my right arm, and a second later, there was a bang, a thud, a cry.I smell smoke and ionized air.A woman screams. Unshackle him.inside.Hunter said.I could see him standing there, still in his conservative gray suit.Surrounded by security commandos, wearing full body armor with color-changing functions.A commando twice as tall as Hunter nodded, slung his weapon on his shoulder, and rushed over to carry out Hunter's order. On a military channel that I've been remote-controlling for a while, I can see an image of myself naked, sprawled in bed, the osmotic shackles on my arms, bruises on my chest.Diana.Ferromel, her husband, and a thug, all unconscious but alive, lay on the floor of a room littered with broken wood and broken glass.The other thug was half lying on the doorway, his upper body looked like a well-cooked steak no matter the color or shape. Are you all right, Mr. Silveren?inside.Hunter asked, holding my head up and putting a membrane-like oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. 坶︱Uh, I said: It’s okay.Like a diver who came too fast from the deep sea, I reached the surface of my consciousness all at once.My head hurts.My ribs hurt like hell too.My eyes can't see clearly, but through the military channel, I can see Li.Hunter's thin lips moved slightly, and I knew that was his smile. We'll help you get dressed.Hunter said: I'll get you some coffee on the way back before heading back to Government House.Mr. Silveron, you are late for the meeting with the president.