Lin Jingheng put his finger on his personal terminal. He thought he was fearless all his life. At that moment, what he thought was not to kick the door open and break in, but to close his eyes and listen to the eavesdropping device, eliminate Zhan Lu's records, jump out of the window, and then pretend that he had heard nothing.

Lu Bixing continued in a very light voice: "I don't want him to feel that he made me feel insecure..."

Lin Jingheng's breathing stagnated.

"...He accommodated me too much and the pressure was always great," Lu Bixing said. "He is very bored, and he will not let down no matter how big his worries he has."

Dr. Harden: “…”

When the old man remembered what Lin Jingheng did on the asteroid, he felt that he and Lu Bixing might not know the same person.

When Lu Bixing saw the doctor's expression of being prepared to petition, he knew that the old man who was suffering from the miserable was probably cheated out of his psychological shadow by Lin Jingheng, so he ran to him to complain.

There seems to be nothing wrong with this lawsuit.

Lu Bixing had to smile at him with a slight apology, and at the same time he felt something bad. Everyone thought that Lin Jingheng was so arrogant. With a breath, he could stir up a turbulent and earth-shaking thing. Even if the broken pieces of the ecological cabin were stabbed in the air, they would turn around and be resurrected with blood, as if he would not hurt or be afraid, and he was not a physical mortal.

"I always want to escape, Dr. Harden," said Lu Bixing. "I used to like playing the kind of mixed role, giving decision-making power to others, fantasizing that by giving suggestions, everyone would be happy, never make choices that might hurt some people, and always want to be a good person... Later I found out that this is not the spirit of humanism, but I am just passing on the pressure - I just talk about the matter of closing the Eighth Galaxy. With our current technical level, we can't even do stable communication signals. How can we destroy the natural wormhole area?"

Dr. Harden sighed: "Yes, and you belong to General Lu Xin after all..."

"I am the son of the Eighth Galaxy, and I have only one raising man. He is in the cemetery," Lu Bixing interrupted Old Harden flatly. Then, as if he had noticed his tone, Lu Bixing smiled at him again, "I personally admire General Lu Xin and his declaration of freedom, but you also know that I only retained some of his genes in my body, and my blood ties are not deep, and there is no spiritual inheritance. For this matter, let's just play the emotional card and fool outsiders."

Lin Jingheng looked in disbelief in the direction of the reception room, his eyes as if he was about to penetrate the thick stairwell and soundproof doors.

For so long, he had not thought about how to discuss Lu Xin with Lu Bixing. Because Lu Xin was also part of the past, the last time they talked about General Lu Xin, the two of them were trapped by the rainbow virus together and went to the outer nest of the Wrathon Society. At that time, they had no grudges and listened to General Lu’s “masterpiece” together.

Lin Jingheng had thought a lot, and he even secretly worried whether Lu Bixing would blame him for his long-term concealment, or felt that his approach had other intentions.

But no, Lu Bixing kept his condition after the injection of soothing agent No. 6 - calmly and withdrawn from this matter.

It turns out that his inattention is not because of the big picture and being open-minded?

Lu Bixing politely said to Dr. Harden: "I'm sorry to bother you with these confusions."

"No," Dr. Harden shook his head, "If Jingshu is willing to sit down and talk to me like you, instead of forcing me to give her experimental data, probably..."

"Miss Lin's idea may not be unreasonable," Lu Bixing said. "If the world becomes what she imagines, at least it will not repeat the mistakes of Eden."

"President Lu," Dr. Harden suddenly fell seriously, and his old face, like a bitter gourd, was covered with an indescribable look because of this strange solemnity. "In fact, no matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try, and want to find a new way out for the future, no matter what kind of new relationship between the Alliance and the Eighth Galaxy will be, the new system, they will eventually repeat the mistakes of the Alliance and be destroyed again. This is destined - this is my life for more than three hundred years, I have done countless mistakes, and I have taken countless detours, and the only experience I can tell you."

Lu Bixing was stunned.

"The Eden Management Committee was covering the sky with one hand, and I, Laura, Woolf, Lin Jingshu... and even Jingheng all pushed the alliance to a greater or lesser extent. On the surface, it was the struggle of us who made the alliance split," said Dr. Harden. "But in fact, the last census before the war showed that within the league, the birth rate of children with vitiligo in the past decade has been rising rapidly at a rate of 0.4% per year. At the same time, in the Eden environment, emotional drugs consumption is also increasing year by year. This means that with this development, the alliance will inevitably be in chaos within a generation, and we have only accelerated the process."

"I don't know if President Lu had heard of a very classic horror conjecture in the ancient Earth era." Dr. Harden said, "Someone asked, 'Will our future die in Orwell or Huxley' (Note 1)?"

"Well, I've heard of it a little bit, the 20th century," Lu Bixing said, "the sprouts of interstellar civilization, historians believe that it was the beginning of the countdown to the 'Earth Age'."

"Yes, these two great prophets, one describes a society driven by high pressure tyranny and unceasing hatred and autocracy, and the other describes a society that is entertained to death, voluntarily brainwashed, and set up; one talks about the war environment that is eternal but will not have a result, and the other talks about the era when war disappears, human harmony, and everyone is immersed in mystery/illusion." Dr. Harden said in a hoarse and soothing voice, "But the four great years have passed, and the reality is that we often sway in these two prophecies - such as the old ephemeris era when the alliance overthrew, such as the Garden of Eden, which has become very dangerous..."

Lu Bixing asked: "There are still the Free Legion?"

"The Liberty Legion... The Liberty Legion dares to think more. Lin Jingshu's ambition is destructive. She attempts to combine two seemingly opposite traps into one. The biochip rises with the east wind after the broken Garden of Eden, luring those painful and fragile people into voluntarily falling into the trap, accepting transformation, and using technology to interfere with social structure. This is Huxley's approach. Later, he used terrifying, unresistible high pressure and distinctive hierarchical dictatorship to manage her empire. This is Orwell's world." Dr. Harden smiled bitterly, "She made money efficiently and quickly, and then he broke out a bloody path with a knife."

Lu Bixing thought for a while: "In some ways, it is very amazing. From a contemporary perspective, we think that she may be cruel and inhumane, but what if she really succeeded? Several years later, everyone would despise the chaotic alliance from history books, because in their place, everyone follows the steps, performs their own duties, and has a fixed promotion path. Everyone will not be confused and happy. They have no war or oppression - the hierarchical suppression of chips makes them obey from the heart, not feel oppressed, nor need to resist..."

"There will be no more 'survivors' in this world," Harden continued, "because they will no longer have disasters. If she fails, she is a star pirate who kills and traffics drugs. If she succeeds, she will be the saint of the future."

Lu Bixing looked at him half-jokingly: "I almost agreed with it when I said it. I said Dr. Harden, you are not a spy sent by the Free Army, right?"

Dr. Harden: "But I do not agree that from the Earth Age to the present new astral era, human civilization spanning four epochs, for hundreds of thousands of years, the long-term "stability" in these two prophecies has not been realized. Except for the great and short-lived era of navigation, we always face sharp social contradictions after a period of calm, and then go to chaos or war. After a blast, we survived in devastation, and then walked towards a new cycle - repeated cycle, as if cursed."

Lu Bixing stopped laughing. After a long time, he said carefully: "Are you saying that this is the price of freedom? Do you still believe in the declaration of freedom?"

"This is the price of pursuing freedom," Dr. Harden corrected, "because from ancient times to the present, neither the elite nor the masses have ever achieved the so-called 'freedom'. The head of the general, do you know, some people even said, 'the people do not need freedom', because the higher the 'freedom', the heavier the responsibility, and heavier it is to the point where you can't bear it, you will willingly draw a prison. Even the head of the general, you admit that you always want to give the right to choose to others and become a person who "has to obey orders", let alone us ordinary people."

Lu Bixing deeply felt the same and felt even more disappointed.

"At such a great price, it turns out that everyone is just shouting slogans, and no one knows what freedom is. The Declaration of Freedom is more like a joke." Dr. Harden said, "Then why don't we choose one of the two paths of Orwell and Huxley and go on forever?"

Lu Bixing's expression flashed slightly, he lowered his head and looked into Dr. Harden's turbid old eyes.

“Some people say that Orwell and Huxley describe the opposite world, and they are actually depicting the same thing,” Dr. Harden said. “No, I’m not talking about the so-called ‘sarcastic political autocracy’—they are depicting the ‘cluophobia’ of the entire society.”

"We are like a legendary bird without feet (Note 2), which can never stop. When we stop, we will become inactive and then die. We must expand and constantly open up new worlds. The concept of claustrophobia has become wider and wider as the scope of activity expands. I remember Jingheng and I discussed this issue on asteroids. In ancient times, billions of people were crowded on an asteroid, and no one felt that they were locked up because on a natural planet with good conditions, natural resources could be completely self-sufficient. But now, the general wants to cut off the contact between the eight galaxies and the alliance, and your word is still "closed."

Anger, anxiety, pain and ignorance are the free will itself.

"The Declaration of Freedom is high-sounding, and it is not logical, but the reason why it can stand there is that conforms to human nature. Their overall nature may not be logical. Otherwise, in addition to reproduction and mating, why are you young people still obsessed with useless and painful love?" Dr. Harden asked the robot to lift the instrument and act like he was about to say goodbye. "Unless one day this nature disappears, but that day humans may not be the same species as us now. President Lu, since you finally gave up the path of human evolution with your own hands, you should be mentally prepared at any time."

Lu Bixing helped him pick up his coat.

"Be prepared," Lu Bixing whispered, "Yes, we have opened the passage of natural wormholes by ourselves, which is really a sin. But I still have to thank you on behalf of the Expedition Team. It is said that the Expedition Team has benefited a lot from you in building cross-wormhole communication. Dr. Harden, as an expert in human-computer interaction, you have a lot of experience in communication technology. It seems that being imprisoned in a space prison makes perfect."

Dr. Harden smiled bitterly unsuspectingly: "No, I only have the tools of the original man in my hand, and I have fought against the most sophisticated space prison for more than ten years. Let alone me, even the violent man who missed classes all day in school has become half an expert."

Lu Bixing said as if nothing had happened: "He said he couldn't remember how many times he had failed."

Dr. Harden naturally thought that Lin Jingheng had said this, and continued: "I remember that if I failed to send more than two thousand times, I would probably be crazy if I replaced someone who was not so stalwart."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

How did a wise old expert across multiple fields fall into the trap of health care product fraud... on the scene.

It's simply unsightly.

Lu Bixing's hand holding Harden's back wheelchair trembled.

Two thousand...many times.

So every time I get the information of failure, I climb to the roof and look at the stars alone?

Isn't that dark?

But I am no longer the young man who dragged him to the market and asked him to smile with an orange. I can no longer promise without hesitation, "No matter where you go, I will follow you."

"Doctor," Lu Bixing blurted out in a strange way, "If you find that you can no longer bring happiness to the other party in a relationship, but keep pushing him and dragging his footsteps, shouldn't it be..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the living room was rudely pushed open, and it hit the wall with a "bang". The door shaft and the wall screamed at the same time.

Dr. Harden is old and has a neurasthenia, and is so scared that he almost broke out of his wheelchair by the movement.

The robotic Zhan Lu quickly slid along the ceiling: "The door shaft is damaged and the wall is sunken. Please turn on the home maintenance function - sir, I need to remind you that this is a very uncivilized violent act..."

Lin Jingheng: "Go away."

Zhanlu shut up, slid down from the ceiling, and the man who fell to the ground and turned into short flax hair quickly stepped forward to take Dr. Harden's wheelchair: "I'll take you home."

Dr. Harden, who was still standing at the height of humanity, dared not let go of his farts, so he decisively clamped his tail and dodged with Zhan Lu.

Lin Jingheng stood stiffly, his eyes nailed Lu Bixing like fire, motionless.

No matter what, if someone outsiders are there, they have to save face for the chief. So Lin Jingheng waited until the door rang. When he knew that Dr. Harden had left, he picked up Lu Bixing's collar and pressed him on the wall: "Come here, talk."

Before Lu Bixing came to his senses, he said in a panic: "When did you come back? Why didn't Zhan Lu..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted him and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "What did you say to that old man just now? Say it to me again."

Lu Bixing - the general leader who was also standing at the height of human beings and looking into the distance before he had time to walk off the platform - had no courage and wished he could put his devilish words back to his throat a minute ago, and his legs were a little soft.

Lin Jingheng pressed step by step: "Is it supposed to be'what?"

Lu Bixing's lips opened: "I..."

His panicked virtue was like a handful of hot oil poured on Lin Jingheng's heart, which was irritated, and his limbs were boiling. Lin Jingheng felt that he had never had such a big fire in his life. He remembered the chips that were hard to tell, the false medical records of Zhan Lu's complaint, and his finger joints were clattered... He wanted to roll this person and throw them to the ground, and pull them into a gyro.

Of course, the waiter was so angry that he was reluctant to smash the jade bottle. Lin Jingheng's core exploded three times, and his thoracic spine was burned, and he was not willing to move and grew a hair. He was stalemate for a moment, punched the wall hard, turned around and left, intending to find a place to quench the fire, but was grabbed by Lu Bixing in the waist.
Chapter completed!