Chapter 33 §Part III§ 31

I woke up, but I didn't like being woken up like this. I rolled over and squinted to look, cursing at the sudden intrusion of light, only to see Li.Hunter sat on the edge of my bed, still holding an aerosol syringe. You take enough sleeping pills to keep you in bed all day, he said: it's time to get up. I sat up, stroked the beard growing on my face, and squinted at Hunter.Who the hell allowed you to come into my room?The effort it took to speak made me cough until Hunter returned with a glass of water from the bathroom. Here. I drank the water, trying in vain to express my anger and dissatisfaction between coughing fits.The remnants of the dream flew away like morning mist, and I felt a terrible sense of loss settle over me.

Put on your clothes, Hunter said and stood up, the president wants you to come to her within twenty minutes.While you are sleeping, many things happen. What's up?I rubbed my eyes and ran my fingers through my messy hair. Hunter smiled nervously, connected to the data circle, and went to Graystone as soon as possible.Twenty minutes, Sylvellen.he's gone. I am connected to the data circle, and there is a way to visualize the individual entering the data circle, which is to imagine a piece of the ocean of the earth, with different degrees of wind and waves, most of the normal days are calm seas with interesting ripples, when a crisis occurs There will be sudden changes and huge waves.Looks like a hurricane is coming today.All connections were delayed, chaos in the breaking waves of updated data, and data platforms frantic with transfers of stored data and conversions of primary data.In addition, the Council of Everything network is the same. Usually it is just a few layers of dangerous materials and political debates, but now it is like a chaotic wind, with discarded referendums and invalidated proclamations blowing away like residual clouds.

Jesus, I cut the connection softly, but still feel the pressure of the influx of information hitting my implant and brain.Wars, surprise attacks, and Wanxing.com were hit hard.Calls for the impeachment of Greystone, riots in certain worlds, the resurgence of the Bramble Cult in Lusus, the overlord fleet abandoning the Hyperion galaxy in a desperate rearguard operation, but it was too late, too late .Hyperion has been attacked.Worried about the portal being hacked. I got out of bed, rushed into the shower naked, and was ultrasonicated in record time.Hunter or someone laid out a formal gray suit and cape.I dressed hastily, and brushed back my damp hair, letting its damp curls hang over my collar.

It is not acceptable to let humans dominate the president, etc., oh, no, absolutely not. You should be here, too, when I entered her den, Mena.Graystone said. What the fuck did you do?I scolded. Graystone blinked.Apparently the President of the Human Domination League is not used to being spoken to in this tone, (serves it right,) I thought. Remember who you are and who you are talking to.Graystone said coldly. I don't know who I am, and I'm probably talking to a Horace.The murderer of the greatest mass murder since Granon︱Hite speaks.Why the fuck did you let this war happen? Graystone blinked again, looking around.It was just the two of us, and her living room was long and comfortably dark, with original artwork from Meta-Earth.At this moment, I don't care if I'm in a room full of original works of Van Gogh.I stared at Graystone, and in the dim light coming in through the shutters, that Lincoln-like face was just an old woman's face.She looked back at me for a moment, then looked away again.

Sorry, I said gruffly, without apology in my tone.You don't make this happen, you make this happen, right? No, Sylvellen, I did not make this happen.Graystone's voice was soft, almost a whisper. Speak up, I say.I walked up and down the tall windows, watching the light from the shutters move like painted stripes on me.Moreover, I am not Joseph.Silveron. She raised an eyebrow.Should I call you Mr. Keats? You can call me nobody, I said, so when the other cyclops come, you can say nobody stabbed you blind, and they'll go away and say it was God's will. ① ①In Greek mythology, Ulysses sailed back home after the Trojan slaughter, and was trapped in the cave of the Cyclops Polyphemus by mistake on the way. After Moss, he sharpened a wooden stake and burned it red, and stabbed it blind. Other giants heard the screams and came to inquire. Polyphemus said: No one blinded my eyes.Others thought that since no one blinded him, it was God's will to be blind, so Ulysses could lead his men to escape, so they offended Poseidon, the father of Polyphemus.The God of the Sea vowed to make Ulysses suffer so much that he could only return home after losing all his subordinates, so Ulysses wandered on the sea for ten years.

Are you going to stab me blind? Now I can break your neck and walk away with no regrets.Millions of people will die within this week.How can you allow such a thing? Graystone touched her lower lip, and the future would only diverge in two directions.War and utter uncertainty, or peace and utter extinction, she said softly.I choose war. Who said this?There is more curiosity in my voice than anger now. This is a fact.She glanced at her comm recorder.In ten minutes I must go to the Senate to declare war and give me an update on the Pilgrims in Hyperion. I folded my arms across my chest and looked down at her.If you promise me one thing, I'll tell you.

As long as I can, I will definitely agree. I hesitated, knowing that no force in the entire universe could make this woman write a blank check for her words.Well, I said, I want you to send orders to Hyperion by FTL, release the consul's spaceship, and then send someone to the Huli River to find the consul himself, who is about 130 kilometers away from the capital, Upstream at the Karla Lock, he may have been wounded. Greystone curled up a finger, rubbed his lower lip, and nodded.I'll send someone to find him, and see if you can tell me if the spaceship can be released.Are the others still alive?

I wrapped my short cloak around me and sat down on a sofa in front of her.Some are still alive. Byron.Lamia's daughter?Where's Brown? Jing Demon God took her away.For a while, she was unconscious, connected to the datasphere by a neural shunt.I dreamed that she was floating somewhere, reunited with the reincarnated personality of the first Keats.In this way, entering the data circle is actually a giant data circle.Connecting to this data circle, its core connection and scale are beyond my wildest dreams. Is she still alive now?Graystone leaned forward eagerly. I have no idea.Her body is gone.I woke people up before I even saw where her personality entered the giant datasphere.

Graystone nodded.What about the colonel? Moneta takes Kassad somewhere.The woman seemed to live in a time tomb, and they did time travel.The last time I saw him, he was attacking the Thorn Demon God with his bare hands, actually a group of Thorn Demon Gods, thousands of them. is he still alive I spread my hands.I have no idea.These are dreams, fragments, fragments of perception. What about the poet? Selennos was captured by the Thorn Demon God and impaled on the thorn tree.But I saw him again later in Kassad's dream.Cylenus is still alive, I don't know how he is alive. It turns out that the thorn tree is real, not just the propaganda of the Jing Demon Sect?

Oh yes, it is true. Consul left?Want to go back to the capital? He has his grandmother's Falcon Magic Carpet.It worked fine at first until he got close to the Karla gate I just mentioned.The magic carpet and he fell into the river.I answered the next question first.I don't know if he is dead or alive. What about the priest?Father Hoyt? The cruciform brought Father Douhet back to life. Is it really Father Douhet?Or a mindless replica? It was Douhet, I said, but wounded and beaten. Is he still in the valley? No, he disappeared into a cave mound.I don't know what happened to him.

Graystone glanced at her comlogger.I tried to imagine the chaos in this world of the building and elsewhere in the Starnet.The president apparently stepped back here for fifteen minutes before going to the Senate to deliver his speech.This may be the last time she will be alone for the next few weeks.Maybe never again. Where's Captain Musting? dead and buried in the valley. She took a deep breath.And what about Wen Chaobo and that child? I shook my head.The things I dreamed were out of sequence and out of time.I think it happened, but I can't figure it out.I looked up, and Graystone was patiently waiting for the next sentence.The baby was only a few seconds old when the Bramble came, and I said Thor handed her over to the monster, and I think the Bramble took her into the Sphinx.Those time tombs all emit a very bright light.Another thorn demon god appeared. So, are those time tombs turned on? Yes. Graystone touched her comm, eh?To contact the duty officer of the center, contact Xio.Lien, and the Overlords involved in Hyperion, released the spaceship we detained.Also, Li, tell the governor I have a private message for him in a few minutes.The instrument chimed, and she turned her gaze back to my face.Is there anything else in your dream? images, words.I don't understand what's going on.What I just said is the point. Graystone smiled slightly. Did you know that the things you dreamed were beyond the experience of the other Keats personality? I didn't say a word, stunned by the shock of her words.My contact with those pilgrims is probably through the implanted personality connected to the Braunasloan circuit based on the intelligence core, and through the original data circle shared with them, but the personality has been released; The datasphere is destroyed by barriers and distances.Even a FTL receiver cannot receive a message without a transmitter. Greystone's smile disappeared.Can you explain this? No, I looked up.Maybe those were just dreams, real dreams. She stood up.If we can find the consul, maybe we'll find out then.Or when his spaceship reaches Tokitsukadani.It's two minutes before I get to the Senate, do you have anything else to do? One question, I said: who am I?Why am I here? That faint smile appeared again.We all ask those two questions, Mr. Silver Keats. I mean it, I think you know better than me. Intellectual Core sent you to be the liaison between me and the pilgrimage group, as well as the observer, after all, you are a poet and an artist. I coughed and stood up.We walked slowly toward the private portal that would take her to the Senate floor.At the end of the world, what's the use of observing? Find out, Graystone said: Go see the end of the world.She handed me a microcard for my comlogger.I plugged it in and looked at the display; it was a universal authorization chip that gave me access to all portals, public, private, and military.This is a ticket to the end of the world. I said: What if I was killed? Then we'll never hear the answers to your questions.President Graystone said.She touched my wrist quickly, turned away, and walked through the portal. I stood alone in her room for a few minutes, admiring the light, the silence, the art.There's literally a Van Gogh painting on one wall, which most planets can't afford.That work depicts the artist's room in Arles.Madness is not a new invention. After a while, I was out of there, letting the memory in the comlogger guide me through the labyrinth of the City Hall until I finally found the Central Portal Terminus, and walked through the door to find the end of the world. There are two far-reaching portal passages in the Ten Thousand Stars Network: Star Square and Tessex River.I teleported to Qunxing Square, where the half-kilometer avenue of Qingdao︱Xishuangbanna connects to New Earth and Wuduoxing short seaside avenue.Qingdao︱Xishuangbanna was the first world to be attacked, only thirty-four hours after the attack of the Ousters.New Earth is currently on the list of the second wave of attacks being announced.It's probably a little over a week from standard time before it's attacked.Wuduoxing is deep in the Ten Thousand Stars Network, and there are still a few years before the attack. There was no sign of panic there, everyone was speaking to the Datasphere and the Council of Everything network, not in the streets.I was walking in the narrow alleys of Qingdao, and I could hear Greystone's voice from thousands of receivers and private communication recorders, mixed with the cries of street vendors, and the traffic of electric rickshaws passing by. The sound of the tires on wet roads is surprisingly low-key. As another leader said to his people eight hundred years ago on the eve of the attack, I have nothing to give but blood, toil, tears and sweat.You ask, what is our policy?I tell you.It is to fight, in space, on land, in the air, and at sea, with all our strength, with the strength that justice and right give us.this is our policy There are troops of Bajun near the teleportation area between Qingdao and Wuduoxing, but the crowd on foot seems normal.I don't know when the military will expropriate the pedestrian area of ​​the Square of Stars for vehicle traffic, and whether it will go to the front line or stay away from the front line. I went through the portal to Wuduoxing.The streets here are very dry, only occasionally the seawater sprayed up from the thirty meters below the stone wall of the Square of Stars.The sky was still its usual sullen ochres and grays, and at noon it was a sullen twilight.The small stone shops were lit with lights and wares on display, and I noticed that the street was emptier than usual; many people were standing in the shops, or sitting on stone walls or chairs, with their heads bowed and their eyes vacant. listen. You ask, what is our goal?My answer is only two words, which is victory.Victory at all costs, victory at all horrors, however long and hard the road; for without victory there is no life The line at the terminus in Edgar was short.I keyed in the code for Oceanstar Boundless, and walked through the portal. The sky was cloudless green as usual, and the sea beneath the floating city was a darker green.Seagrass farms float to the horizon.There were even fewer crowds this far from the Plaza de Etoile; the boarded promenade was almost deserted, and some shops were closed.A small group of men stood near a small boat dock, listening to an antique FTL receiver.Graystone's voice was flat and cold in the sea-scented air: Even now, the forces of the Overlord are moving towards their garrison, with determination in their persistence and confidence in their ability not only to save all threatened worlds, but also to save the Overlord of Humanity from the dirtiest place in history. Dirty and the worst tyranny rescued The Boundless Ocean Star will be invaded in eighteen hours.I looked up into the sky, half expecting to see some trace of enemy stragglers, some defensive measures, some movement of space forces.But there's only a sky, a warm day, and the city rocking on the sea. Heaven's Gate is the first world on the invasion list.I passed through the VIP portal in the mud field, looking down from the Rifkin Highlands to the beautiful city that deserves its name.It was late at night, and the street-sweeping machines were out late, and the brushes and ultrasonics were humming over the cobblestones, but there was still movement.In the Ruifujin Heights Public Transportation Center, many people silently lined up in a long line, and the line in front of the portal of the promenade below was even longer.The local police could be seen at the scene, tall and dressed in brown uniforms, but if there were Tyrant troops coming to help defend, they would not show up. None of the people who lined up were local residents. The landowners of Rifkin Heights and Promenades almost all had their own portals. It looked like laborers clearing the fern forests and parks for miles away.There was no panic, very little conversation, the line was as patient and calm as a family at an amusement park waiting to ride the rides, and few people were carrying luggage larger than a duffle bag or backpack. I couldn't help thinking, (Could it be that our composure has reached the point where we can maintain our dignity in the face of the invasion of the enemy?) Heaven's Gate was thirteen hours away from wartime, and I connected the comm recorder to the Council of Everything network. If we can stand up to the threat, the world we love can remain free, and life on Starnet can move forward into a bright future.But if we fail, then the entire Wanxing.com, Balian, and everything we are familiar with and care about will fall into the abyss of a new dark age that is more evil and irreversible because of the misuse of scientific knowledge and the loss of human freedom. So let's shoulder our responsibilities and do our best so that even after 10,000 years from the Human Hegemony and all its territories and allies, humans will still say: This is their best time. Somewhere below the silent, clean-breathing city, gunfire began.First the clack of a fletcher, then the low hum of an anti-riot stun gun, then the hiss of a laser gun.The crowd on the promenade flocked forward to the transmission station, but the anti-riot police came out of the park, turned on the powerful searchlights, covered the crowd in dazzling glare, and ordered them to line up with loudspeakers, or they would disperse immediately .The crowd hesitated for a moment, and crowded back and forth, like jellyfish being hit by turbulent currents.Then, stimulated by the louder and closer gunshots, they flocked forward to the several months platform of the portal. Anti-riot police fired tear gas and stun grenades, and between the mob and the portal, a purple isolation force field whined.A fleet of military electromagnetic vehicles and security floaters flew low over the city, their searchlights were directed down, and a beam of light shone on me.The rain started to fall. (Also say calm.) The police have seized the public teleportation station at Rifkin Heights, and going through the private atmospheric protection portal I just used, I decide to go elsewhere. The passages of the government building are guarded by Bajun commandos. Although this portal is the most difficult to use in the entire Ten Thousand Stars Network, people who come through here are still filtered.I went through a triple checkpoint to enter the administration/accommodation building, which is where I live.Suddenly the guards came out and cleared the main corridor, guarding all the entrances and exits, and Graystone came, surrounded by a large number of advisers, assistants and military generals.Surprised to see me, she stopped the group in bewilderment and spoke to me through the guards of the marines in combat armor. How do you like the speech, Mr. Nobody? Well, I say: very motivating, stealing from Churchill if I'm not mistaken. Graystone smiled slightly, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and if he wanted to steal, he would steal the forgotten master.The smile disappeared.How's the news from the front? Everyone gradually understood the reality of the situation, and I said: Prepare to deal with panic. I have always done this, and the president said: Do you have any news about the pilgrimage group? I'm surprised, Pilgrim?I am not dreaming. Graystone's present routine and pending business made her continue down the aisle.Maybe you can dream without sleeping, she said back: Try it. I watched her go away, I was also allowed to go to my own suite, found the door, but turned away in disgust with myself.Terrified and shocked, I recoiled from the horrible fate that befell us all.I'm really happy to lie in bed, avoid falling asleep, just pull the sheet tight to my chin, and cry for Starlink, for that kid named Rachel, and for myself. I left the lodgings and found my way back to the atrium garden, down a cobbled path.Tiny tiny remote-controlled robots flew through the air like a swarm of bees, and one of them followed me through the rose garden and into a meta-Earth near the bridge, where a sunken path winds its way through steaming tropical vegetation. district.I sat down on the same stone bench where Graystone and I had sat on our last conversation. (Maybe you can dream without sleeping, try it.) I tucked my feet back into the chair, put my knees against my chin, pressed my fingers to my temples, and closed my eyes.