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Today we entered that marshy wasteland, which I recognized as the plain of Rome, and celebrated with another fit of coughing, which ended with more blood.This time I vomited more than last time.inside.Hunter, frantic with worry and helplessness, grabbed my shoulders during a seizure and wiped my clothes after wetting them with a rag in the nearby creek.He asked: What can I do? Going to the field to pick some flowers, I gasped and said: Joseph.That's what Silveron did. He turned away angrily, not knowing that I was telling the truth even when I was feverish and exhausted. The cart and the weary horse rolled across the plain of Rome with more painful jolts than before.When it was almost dusk that afternoon, we passed some bones of dead horses on the side of the road, then a deserted small hotel, then a relatively large ruin of a land bridge covered with moss, and finally some pillars. Had nailed some white sticks.

What the hell is there on the ground?asked Hunt, not knowing the irony of the old saying. 22 Here the author uses what on earth to play word games, because they are on the earth. Robber's bones.I answered honestly. Hunter gave me a glare, as if blaming me for being sick and confused.Maybe it is. Later we climbed out of the swamps of the Roman plain and saw a flash of red between the fields in the distance. what is that?Hunter asked eagerly and hopefully.I know he's always hoping to meet someone so he can go back through the portal. It's a red dress, I said, and I told the truth.Shooting birds.

Hunter checked his poor, useless commlog.Red clothes are a kind of bird23.He said. ㉓23 The word game the author is playing here is using the word cardinal, which is both a bird with scarlet feathers and a cardinal. I nodded and glanced west, but the streak of red was gone.Also a priest.I said: You know, we're almost to Rome. Hunter frowned at me, trying for the thousandth time to use his comlogger to contact someone on the comm channel.It was very quiet in the afternoon, except for the rhythmic sound of the wooden wheels of the pony carriage, and the chirping of a small bird in the distance, maybe a cardinal bird.

We reached Rome when the first twilight appeared on the clouds.The pony cart staggered through the Arc de Triomphe, and almost at once came into view the Colosseum, overgrown with vines and evidently home to thousands of pigeons.But what is even more startling than the hologram of the ruins is that where they are now is not crammed in a post-war city surrounded by huge buildings, but stands in stark contrast between clusters of huts and vast fields. In the middle, where the city meets the country, I can see the roofs and smaller ruins of the Roman city in the distance on the imaginary seven hills, but here the Colosseum reigns supreme.

God, Li.Hunter said softly: What is this? Robber's bones, I spoke slowly, fearing another terrible cough. We walked on, past the desolate streets of the nineteenth-century Roman city of Earth, the twilight deepening around us, the sky fading, and the doves hovering over the domes and roofs of the Eternal City. Where has everyone gone?Hunter asked softly.He sounded terrified. No one here because they are not needed.I said.My voice was shrill in the dark city streets.The wheels are now on a cobbled road, not much better than the occasional rocky road we were on just now. What kind of virtual reality is this?he asked.

Stop, I said, the obedient horse stopped, and I pointed to a heavy boulder by the side of the ditch.kick.I said to Hunter. He frowned at me, but got out of the car, walked over to the stone, and kicked hard.The echo of his loud curses startled more doves, which flew up from the bell tower and the ivy. Like Dr. Johansen, you get the proof.I said: This is not a virtual reality, nor a dream, or rather, it is almost the same as our ordinary life. Why did they bring us here?asked the president's assistant, looking skyward as if the gods were listening behind Yeyun's pastel-painted screen.What do they want?

(They want me dead,) I thought, knowing that this is the truth, feels like a blow to the chest.I breathe slowly and shallowly to avoid another cough, but I still feel the phlegm welling up, rushing up my throat. (They want me dead, they want you to watch.) The mare continued on its long journey, turning right on the next narrow street, then right again onto a wider road full of shadows and echoes of our progress, and stopped at the top of a large staircase. Here we are, I said and struggled to get out of the car.I had cramps in my legs, pain in my chest, and pain in my buttocks.A very ironic ode to the joys of travel began to ring in my heart.

Hunter stepped out of the car as stiffly as I had, and stood at the head of the great forked steps, arms folded and glaring, as if the steps were traps or phantoms.Here, what exactly is this place, Sylvellen? I pointed to the empty square at the bottom of the stairs.Plaza de España, I say.Hearing Hunter call me Sylvelen, I suddenly felt very strange.I discovered that as we passed the Arc de Triomphe, that name ceased to be mine, or rather my real name suddenly became my own again. Many, many years ago, I said: This is called the Spanish Steps, and I started walking down the stairs on the right.A sudden dizziness made me stagger, and Hunter rushed to grab my arm.

You can't walk, he said: you're too sick. I pointed to the mottled ancient building that formed a wall facing the square opposite the wide staircase.Not far, Hunter, there is our destination. Graystone's assistant turned his frowning face to the building.Where is there?Why are we going there?What's waiting there? I couldn't help smiling. This most unpoetic person actually rhymes unconsciously.I suddenly imagined us sitting in a dark room of a big house through the long nights and asking me to teach him how to rhyme with masculine or feminine parts of speech to match this technique, or alternate iambic rhymes and unaccented The interest gained by the iambic, or the self-indulgent frequent use of the Janus.

I coughed and kept coughing until the blood stained my palms and clothes again. Hunter helped me to sit down on the steps. Bernini’s boat-shaped fountain on the other side of the square was bubbling in the darkness. Then, following the guidance of my fingers, he led me into the darkness at the gate. The doorway of No. 26 Plaza de España and I naturally think of Dante's "Divine Comedy", it seems that I can see the words LASCIATE OGNE SPERANZA, VOI CH'INTRATE. Those who enter this door abandon all hope and engrave it on the cold lintel superior. Sol.Wen Chaobo stood at the entrance of the Sphinx, waving his fist towards the sky. As night fell, the time tombs were turned on and brightened, but his daughter did not come back.

did not return. The Thorn Demon God took her away, held her nascent body in the steel palm, and then retreated into the strong light, and that light pushed Sol away even now, like a burst of fire from the depths of this planet. Terrible and dazzling wind.Thor pressed against the hurricane of light, but it held him back like an uncontrolled protective field. The Hyperion sun had set, and now a cold wind was blowing from the barrens, forced from the desert by a front of cold air sweeping south from the mountains, and Thor turned to stare at the vermilion dust. Blowing into the open time mound emits a bright light like a searchlight. (Time tomb opened!) Sol squinted his eyes in the cold light, and looked at other times in the valley, hidden behind the curtain of flying sand, like clusters of green fireflies.Light and long shadows rushed across the valley floor, while the clouds sucked up the last rays of the setting sun, and the night came with the howling wind. Something was moving at the entrance of the second time tomb, the jade tomb.Thor staggered down the steps of the Sphinx, looked up at the entrance through which the Thorn had disappeared with his daughter, and left the steps, running past the claws of the Sphinx, stumbling along Take the small path to Yuzhong. Slowly moving at the oval entrance was a silhouette formed by the light from the tomb, but Thor couldn't tell if it was a person or the Thorn Demon God.If it was the Thorn Demon God, he would grab it with his bare hands and shake it until the monster returned to his daughter, or until one of them died. That's not the Thorn Demon God. Thor could now see that the shadow was a human being.The man staggered and leaned against the door of Yuzhong, as if injured or too tired. It was a young woman. Sol thought that Rachel had been here more than half a century before standard time, the young archaeologist who studied these artifacts never thought that the fate that awaited her was actually Merlin's disease.Sol always thought that his child would be saved by curing the disease, and then the baby would grow up normally, and the child who would one day become Rachel would be able to return to life.But is it possible to bring Rachel back as she was when she entered the Sphinx at the age of twenty-six? Thor heard his own heartbeat in his ears, so loud that he couldn't hear the roaring wind around him.He waved to the figure that was half covered by the sandstorm again. The young woman waved to him too. Sol ran forward 20 meters, stopped 30 meters away from the Time Tomb, and shouted: Rachel!Rachel! The black shadow of the young woman reflected in front of the strong light left Tokizuka's doorway, put her hands on her cheeks, shouted a few words, but was drowned out by the sound of the wind, and she began to walk down the steps. Thor started to run, veering off the path and stumbled blindly on a rock, staggered across the ravine, ignoring his aching knee from hitting a boulder, and found his way again, until he reached the edge of the Tambori. under.To meet the woman who came out of that beam of light. She fell as Saul reached the bottom of the stairs, and he caught her, laying her gently on the ground, while the wind and sand beat against his back, and the tides swirled around them, forming an invisible A swirl of dizziness and déjà vu. It's really you, she said, reaching up a hand to Sol's cheek.it is true!I'm back. Yes, Braun, Saul said, trying to steady his voice, and put Braun.Lamia's messy curly hair brushed aside.He hugged her tightly, put his arms on his knees, hugged her head, and arched his back to protect her from the wind and sand.It's all right, Brown, he said softly, holding her in his arms and keeping the tears of disappointment from rolling down his eyes.It's all right, you're back. Mena.Graystone walked up the stairs of the war room on the lower floor, and walked into the corridor outside. Looking out through the long strip of thick plexiglass, he could see the Tasis Heights down Mount Olympus.It was raining down below, but here, in the Martian sky, nearly twelve kilometers above sea level, she could see intermittent flashes of lightning and a curtain of static as the storm moved across the plateau. Her assistant, Sidney Puta.Aikaxi also came to the corridor and stood quietly beside the president. Still no news from Li or Sylvelen?Graystone asked. No, Ekahi said, the young black woman's face illuminated by the pale light of the main galaxy's sun above and the flashes of lightning below.The Intellectual Nuclear Authority said that there may be an error in the portal. Graystone smiled coldly.yes.Can you remember a time in our lives when a portal went wrong, Sid Pta?No matter where it is on Wanxing.com? No, President. Intellectual Core doesn't feel the need to be subtle at all.They apparently thought they could kidnap whoever they wanted without taking any responsibility.They think we need them so badly in such a critical time, but, you know what, Side Pta? What? They are right.Graystone shook his head, and turned back to look at the long staircase leading down to the Situation Room.In less than ten minutes, the Ousters will surround the Valley of the Gods, let's go down and find the others.Can I have a meeting with Elpidus consultants as soon as this is over? Yes, Mena.I rather think I'm saying that some of us feel it's too risky to confront them directly like this. Graystone paused before entering the Situation Room.Why?She asked, she smiled sincerely this time, do you think the intelligence core will make me disappear like it did with Fuli and Sylvelen? Aikaxi opened his mouth to speak, but stopped again, and raised his hands. Graystone put his hand on the young woman's shoulder, and it would be a great favor if they did, Sideputa.But I don't think they will.Things have gotten out of hand, and they believe that there is no way for any one person to change all the established directions.Graystone withdrew his hand, and the smile on his face disappeared.And they're probably right. The two women descended silently into the circle of soldiers and politicians who awaited them. The time is almost up.The World Tree Mantra Sik.Harding said. Paul.Father Du Hei woke up from his contemplation.For the past hour, his desperation and helplessness had been reduced to an almost joyous feeling as he went along with everything.Because he thought that he no longer had to make decisions, and he no longer had responsibilities to fulfill.Du Hei has been silently sitting there with the leader of the Templar Brotherhood, watching the sun set in the Valley of the Gods, the shining stars, and the lights in the night sky that are not stars. Douhet was quite puzzled at the fact that the templar left his people and was alone at such a critical moment, but with his understanding of the theology of the templar, he made Douhey understand that Muir's believers are facing the possibility of extinction. For a moment, they would be left alone on the most sacred platform in the most secret place in their most secret tree.And Harding's occasional whispered orders in the hood of his robes let Doohey know that the Truthsayer was communicating with other Templars via comm or chip implants. But it's still a peaceful way to wait for the end of the world, sitting on top of the tallest tree in the galaxy, listening to a warm night wind blow the leaves across a million acres, watching the stars and a pair of moons in velvet Flying across the sky. We have asked Greystone and the Balian officials not to resist, and not to allow the warships of the Bajun to enter this galaxy.Sick.Harding said. Is this smart?Du Hei asked, Harding had told him the fate of the gate of heaven earlier. The current organization of the Overlord Fleet is not enough to have a real resistance capability.The Templar replied: At least this way our world can have some chance of being considered non-belligerent. Father Du Hei nodded, and leaned forward, trying to see the tall figure in the shadow of the platform more clearly.Apart from starlight and moonlight, only the ball of light between the branches and leaves below them is their only source of light.But you welcomed the coming of this war, and you also assisted the people of the Jing Demon God Sect to expand the war. No, Dohet, not this war, the Brotherhood knew it must be part of a big change. So what is it?Du Hei asked. The so-called big change is that humans accept their role as part of the natural laws of the universe, not as a cancer. cancer? it's a very old disease Well, Du Hei said: I know what cancer is.How can it be like a human being? Sick.There was a hint of excitement in Harding's very soft, slightly accented tone.We're spread across the galaxy like cancer cells are spread through the human body, Doohet, we're multiplying, never mind the countless species that have to die or be pushed out for us to multiply and prosper.We've wiped out other species whose intelligence rivals ours. For example, what is it? For example, the Alui spirit beast on Hebron, and the swamp centaur on Garden Star.The entire ecology on Garden Planet has been destroyed, Du Hei, just to allow thousands of human immigrants to live where millions of species of creatures originally grew. Du Hei touched his cheek with a crooked finger.This is what was missing during the formation of the Earth. We didn't terraform the Whirlpool, the templar replied quickly, but the Jovian creatures were all hunted to extinction. But no one is sure that Zeppelins are intelligent.Du Hei said, he also felt that these words were not convincing at all. They can sing, the templar said: they can echo each other's songs through thousands of kilometers of atmosphere, and each song has its own meaning, love and sorrow.But they were hunted and extinct like the whales on the meta-earth. Du Hei clasped his hands.I agree, there is indeed an injustice.But there must be a better way to correct it. Don't support the cruel statement of the Jing Demon God Sect or let this war continue. The templar's hood moved back and forth.otherwise.If it's just human injustice, there are other remedies for it, but most of the madness that caused the extinction of species and the plundering of many worlds for this disease comes from that evil symbiont. Symbiont? Humans and intelligence cores.Sick.Harding said in the most venomous tone Doohet had ever heard a templar use: Man and his machine intelligence, which is parasitic on the other?Now neither part of the symbiote can speak clearly.But this is an evil thing, an unnatural thing.Worse than that, Doohet, is an evolutionary dead end. The Jesuit got up and went to the railing.He looked out, and the treetop world sunk in darkness stretched out like clouds in the night.There must be a better way than resorting to the Thorn Demon God and Star Wars. The thorn demon is a catalyst, Harding said: it is the fire used to cut down the forest when the growth is stunted due to over-planting.There will be a period of pain, but the result will be growth of shoots, new life, multiplication of species not only elsewhere, but also in human society. In times of pain, Douhet said: And your brotherhood would be willing to see billions of people die to accomplish this goal of clearing weeds? The templar clenched his fists.There will be no such thing.Jing Demon God is a warning.Our Destroyer brothers just want to temporarily control Hyperion and Thorn Demon God, long enough to strike at the Intellectual Core.That would be an operation to destroy the symbiote and regenerate the human as a definitive partner in the cycle of life. Du Hei sighed, no one knows where the intelligence core lives.He said: How are the Ousters going to strike? They will find a way.said the World Tree Worder, but his voice was not as confident as it was a moment ago. Was attacking the Valley of the Gods part of the deal?asked the priest. This time it was the templar's turn to stand up and walk up and down, first to the railing and then back to the table.They will not attack the Valley of the Gods.I left you here just to see this, and then you must report this to the Alliance. They'll know right away if the Ousters are attacking or not.Du Hei said puzzled. True, but they don't know why our world was spared.You have to bring the message to them, tell the truth. All go to hell, Paul.Father Du Hei said: I am tired of being everyone's messenger.How do you know these things?The appearance of the Jing Demon God?The reason for the war? It has long been prophesied that Sik.Harding said. Du Hei punched the railing.How could he explain that this was being manipulated by a monster that could manipulate time, or at least be an enforcer of a power that manipulated it? You'd understand that the templar started talking again, but as if to accentuate his words, there was a loud, soft sound, almost like a million hiding people sighing in unison, then groaning softly. God.Du Hei said, looking to the west, it seemed that the sun that had disappeared less than an hour ago was rising.A gust of hot wind stirred the leaves and blew across his face. Five inwardly curved fungiform clouds crept up to the western horizon, boiling and receding, turning night into day.Du Hei instinctively covered his eyes, only to realize that these explosions were far away, although they were as bright as the sun here, they would not blind his eyes. Sick.Harding pulled his hood down, and the hot wind ruffled his strange long green hair.Du Hei stared at the man's slender and Asian-like face, and found that he saw a shocked expression engraved on that face.Surprised and unbelievable.From Harding's hood came comm channel calls and a jumble of excited voices. Both Serra and Hokkaido were bombed, the templar murmured softly to himself.A nuclear bomb explodes, launched from a warship in orbit. Du Hei remembered that Sierra was a continent, close to the outer edge, less than 800 kilometers away from the World Tree they were standing on now.He vaguely remembered that Hokkaido was a holy island, where tree boats were planted and made. How about casualties?He asked, but before Harding could answer, the sky was already filled with streaks of bright lights, laser cannons, and fusion core death rays, which tore the entire sky apart, constantly changing and flashing, sweeping across God like a searchlight. The roof of the forest world of the valley.Flames shot up wherever the light went. A 100-meter-wide ray of light swept across less than a kilometer away from the World Tree like a tornado, and Du Hei was almost unable to stand firmly. The ancient forest burst into flames, forming a ten-kilometer-high fire corridor, rising into the night sky. The wind is blowing in Du Hei and Xi Ke.Harding roared past, and the air rushing in increased the power of the fire storm.Another ray of light went south from here, passed next to the World Tree, and then disappeared on the horizon.Another burst of fire and black smoke rose toward the dotted stars. They promised, Sik.Harding gasped: Brother Ouster promised! You need help, Du Hei shouted: Ask Wanxingwang for emergency rescue. Harding grabbed Doohy by the arm and pulled him to the edge of the platform.The staircase was back in place.On the platform on the lower floor, a portal trembled. Only the vanguard of the Destroyer Fleet had arrived now, the templar yelled with a roar of fire over the forest, and the air was filled with black smoke and dust, flying among the hot embers.But the connection can be destroyed at any time.go! If you don't go, I won't go either!cried the Jesuit priest, knowing his voice would be lost in the howling wind and the horrible sound of burning wood, when suddenly, only a few kilometers to the east, a perfect blue circle of plasma blasted It expands and breaks inward, and then expands outward with clearly visible circles of powerful shock waves.In the first wave of explosions, the one-kilometer-high tree bent and snapped, flames burst out from the east side, and millions of leaves flew off, joining the wreckage that was already almost like a thick wall, heading straight for the World Tree. rushed.Behind this circle of flames, another plasma bomb exploded, and then a third. Doohet and the templar tumbled down the stairs and were blown across the landing like leaves on the sidewalk.The templar grabbed a burning weir log railing, grabbed Dohey's arm tightly, struggled to his feet, and walked towards the still shaking portal like a man facing a strong wind. Du Hei was half unconscious, half conscious of being dragged by someone, barely stood up, just happened to be Xi Ke, the true speaker of the World Tree.Harding pulled him to the edge of the portal.Du Hei hugged the door frame, so weak that he couldn't make himself walk the last meter, his eyes looked into the portal, and saw a scene he would never forget. Once, many, many years ago, near his beloved Villefances, the young Paul.Du Hei stood on the top of a cliff, safely in his father's arms and inside a thick concrete shelter, looking out through a narrow window, watching a forty-meter-high wave rushing straight ahead. to the shore where they dwell. The huge wave he saw now was three kilometers high, made of flames, crossed the top of the helpless forest at what seemed to be the speed of light, and rushed straight towards the World Tree, Siek.Harding, and Paul.Du Hei came.Wherever the fire wave went, it destroyed everything.Its leading edge approached, getting higher and closer, and finally blocked the sky and the earth with flames and noise. don't want!Paul.Father Douhet screamed. Walk!shouted the World Tree Truthsayer, and pushed the Jesuit priest into the portal. At this time, the entire platform, the trunk of the World Tree, and the robes of the Templars were all ablaze. Just as Dohey staggered through, the portal closed, chipping off the heel of his shoe as it closed, and Dohey felt his eardrums burst and his clothes smoke, and he fell, hitting the back of his head against a hard thing, and fell into total darkness again. In extreme silence, Graystone and the others watched the picture of God's Valley struggling in agony transmitted from the private artificial satellite via FTL communication. We must blow it up now.Admiral Singh called over the roar of forest fires.Mena.Graystone thought he could hear the screams of Men and the myriad creatures that inhabited and inhabited the Forest of the Templars. We can't let them get any closer!Singh exclaimed: We only have remote control to destroy the connection. Well, said Graystone, but though her lips moved, she heard no sound. Singh turned and nodded to a UASF colonel, who pressed the control panel.The burning forest is gone.The huge light curtain became pitch black, but the screams seemed to have continued.Only then did Graystone realize that it was the sound of her own blood flowing in her ears. She turned to Mopurgo, how long before she cleared her throat, general, how long before the boundless sea star was attacked? Three hours and fifty-two minutes, President.said the general. Graystone turned to the former captain, William C.Argenta.plum.Is your task force ready, Admiral? Get ready, President.Lee said.His sunburnt face turned pale. How many ships does the enemy have? Seventy-four ships.President. Will you fight them off at Star of the Endless Ocean? It's in the Ultra Nebula, President. Well, said Graystone: Good luck to you, Admiral. After hearing this, the young man gave a military salute and left the room.Admiral Xin He leaned over to face Feng.General Zedat said something in a low voice. Sidney Puta.Akaxi leaned towards Graystone, and said: The security personnel of the government building reported that a person just went from the portal to the government building portal station under control, and he used an expired authorization code.The man was injured and sent to the hospital in the East Wing. is it?Greystone asked: Or Sylvelon? No, President, Akahi said: It's the priest of Peace Star, Paul.du black. Graystone nodded.I'll see him after my meeting with Elpidus.She said to the assistant, and then announced to the group: Unless someone adds something to what we just saw, we will adjourn for thirty minutes, and when we start again, look at Ace The situation of Kui Si and Aike Xingang. Everyone stood up, and the President and her entourage returned to the Government House through the permanently connected portal and filed through a door in the opposite wall.After Greystone had gone, the arguments and startled conversations recurred. Mena.Graystone sat back in her leather chair and closed her eyes for a full five seconds.When she opened her eyes again, she saw the group of assistants still standing there, some with anxious faces, some with eager expressions, all of them were waiting for her next sentence, her next order. Go out, she said softly, go and rest for a few minutes.Put your legs up for ten minutes and there will be no rest for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. The group walked out, some seeming to protest, some on the verge of breaking down. Siddepta, said Graystone, and the young woman went back into the office and sent two of my personal guards to the priest who had just arrived, Doohe. Akaxi nodded and wrote it down in her electronic notebook. How is the political situation?Graystone rubbed his eyes and asked. There is chaos online at the Council of Everything, Akahi said: There are factions fighting, but they have not yet consolidated into effective opposition.Senators are another story. Fedestine?Graystone named the angry senator who brought up Barnard's star by name, and now it has been less than forty-two hours since Barnard's star was attacked by the Ousters. Feudestine, Kakinuma, Peters, Saban Storif, Lei Qiao and even Suditi.Zill also asks you to resign. How is her husband?Graystone considered Senator Korchev to be the most influential man in the Senate. Senator Korchev has yet to voice any opinion, either publicly or privately. Graystone tapped his lower lip with his thumbnail. How much time do you think we have in this administration before they vote us out with a vote of no confidence, Sid Pita? Eka, Greystone's most astute assistant in political observation, looked back at her boss.There are about seventy-two hours outside, President.The vote is certain, but the rioters don't know they are rioters yet.Someone has to pay for everything that happens. Graystone nodded blankly.Seventy-two hours, she murmured: more than enough time, she looked up and smiled.That's it, Sid Pita, go and rest. The assistant nodded, but her expression revealed her genuine opinion of the suggestion.After she went out and closed the door, the study was very quiet. Graystone sat there thinking for a while, her chin resting on her fist, and then she said to the wall: Please bring Counselor Elpidus here. Twenty seconds later, the air opposite Greystone's large desk was foggy and trembling, and then the image appeared.The representative of the Intellectual Core was as chic as before, with short gray hair shining in the light, and his frank and sincere face was tanned. President, the photo-projected image said: The advisory committee and intelligence core forecasting experts will continue to provide their services, even in such a Where is the intelligence core, Elpidus?Graystone asked, interrupting him. The consultant's smile didn't change at all.Excuse me, President, what are you asking? Intellectual core, where is it? Elpidus's friendly face showed a little puzzlement, but there was no hostility. Apart from finding it interesting and being willing to help, there was no other emotion to be seen.Of course you know, President, since the Great Dispersion, the policy of the Intellectual Core is not to disclose, er, the physical location of the Intellectual Core.On the other hand, the Intellectual Core is nowhere, because Because you exist on the datum plane, and the datasphere is consistent with reality, Graystone said in a flat tone.Yes, I have heard this nonsense all my life, Elpidus, and my father and his father.What I am asking now is a very direct question, where is the intelligence core? The consultant found it very interesting, but also shook his head regretfully, as if he was an adult, and it was the thousandth time he heard a child ask, Daddy, why is the sky blue? President, under the concept of human beings' three-dimensional space, it is impossible for me to give a reasonable answer to this question.In a certain way, our intelligence core exists both inside and outside the Ten Thousand Stars Network. We roam freely in the base plane reality of what you call the data circle, but the so-called physical part is what your ancestors called it. For the hardware, we feel that we must keep it a secret.Graystone finished speaking.She folded her arms across her chest.Do you know, Advisor Elpidus, that there are millions of people in the Overlord Alliance who firmly believe that your Advisory Council has betrayed humanity? Elpidus moved his hands.That's a pity, sir, a pity, but understandable. Your predictions should have been spot on, advisor, but you never told us that those worlds would be destroyed by the Ouster fleet. The sad expression on that handsome face in the projected image is almost believable.President, to be fair, I want to remind you that the Advisory Committee has already warned you that if Hyperion is included in Wanxing.com, it will cause random variables, even the Committee cannot control it. But it was not Hyperion that was the problem, Graystone shouted in a raised voice: it was the valley of the gods that was burning, and the gates of heaven were slag.Boundless Ocean Star is waiting for the next blow!What good is an advisory board if an invasion of this magnitude cannot be predicted? We did foresee the inevitable engagement with the Ousters, sir, and we also predicted the high danger of defending Hyperion.You have to believe me that including Hyperion in any forecasting equation reduces the reliability to Well, Graystone sighed.I need to talk to the rest of the Intellectual Core, Elpidus, who really has the say in your nebulous intellectual hierarchy. I can assure you that I represent the entire intellectual core Yes, yes, but I wish I could talk to whoever I believe you call them the people in power.Older artificial intelligence, who has real power, Elpidus, I need to find someone who can tell me why the intelligence core kidnapped my painter Xi Weilun and my assistant Li.Talk to Hunter. The image showed a shocked expression.I can assure you, President, I swear by our 400-year alliance that the intelligence core has nothing to do with the unfortunate disappearance of the two of them Graystone stood up.所以我才要和哪一位當權者談談。現在已經過了說什麼保證的時候，現在是你我任何一方想要生存就必須有話直說的時候了。So be it.她轉頭去看她電子記事簿上的資料。 艾爾必杜顧問站了起來，點頭道別，然後抖動著消失了。 葛萊史東招來她個人專用的傳送門，說出政府大廈醫院的代號，舉步準備進入。就在要接觸到那方能量場橢圓形表面的一剎那，她停頓下來，想了下自己在做什麼，在她有生以來，第一次對進入傳送門感到緊張不安。 萬一智核想要綁架她？或是殺了她呢？ Mena.葛萊史東突然明白了智核對萬星網裡的每個使用傳送門來去的人都掌有生殺大權也就是對每個公民都有這種權力。里和那個席維倫模控人不用加以綁架，送到另外一個地方去只是習慣性地認為傳送門是絕無差錯的想法，讓人在潛意識中認定他們去了別處。她的助理和那個謎樣的模控人很可能只是傳送到成為了空無。變成散落的原子通過了連接。傳送並不是把人或物體電傳過去這種概念太過愚蠢但相信有種裝置能在時空中打洞，讓人走過黑洞的暗門就不愚蠢嗎？她如此信任智核會把她傳送到醫院去，又有多蠢呢？ 葛萊史東想到戰情室三個巨大的房間由永久啟動、可以清楚透視的傳送門連接在一起可是畢竟還是三個房間，在真正的空間裡相距至少有一千光年，即使用霍金空間跳躍推進器，在真實時間裡來去也要幾十年的時間。每次莫普戈或辛赫或其他任何一個人從一張地圖光幕走到企畫板，他或她就是跨過了時空的巨大鴻溝。智核如果要摧毀霸聯，或是其中任何一個人的話，只要在傳送門上動動手腳，讓目的地產生小小錯誤就行了。 去他的，梅娜．葛萊史東想道，然後走過傳送門到政府大廈醫院去見保羅．du black.