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Daron City, India

The Survivor Alliance's 2nd Special Independent Action Squad

Sergeant Patrick Flo

In the darkness, serene and sad songs linger in my ears.

Someone was playing a soft song, a song Patrick didn't recognize.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an empty sky. He stretched out his hand to block the dazzling morning light, and he didn't even feel his body.

He stood up and found himself in the middle of a steppe as far as the eye could see.

The melody of the song suddenly becomes faster, but the sad mood is more profound. The song seems to whisper memories, full of sad hope for the future, a metaphor for the passage of time.

Looking around, he saw a girl in a plain white dress, immersed in his own singing. Slender and slender fingers twitching between the keys, and beautiful long hair swaying to the melody couldn't help but relax Patrick.

He waited quietly for her to finish the song.

"Does it sound good?"

"Hmm. Patrick nodded.

"The name of this song is "The Car of Dawn", which is a perfect complement to our farewell. The girl smiled innocently.

"Really, satirizing the fact that I'm dead?"

"We're going to say goodbye, but you're not dead yet, you still have a long way to go, and countless battles await you, and I hope you don't get tired of it.

"If I'm not dead, why am I here? where time stopped?"

Heaven. That's what he wanted to say.

"You're still in the same place, haven't moved. You just 'fell asleep' and had a dream, and even me, it was just your fantasy. ”

Patrick frowned.

"What the hell is going on with your robots, judge?"

"That's right~ They are the technology I borrowed from the ruins, a small fruit that has been deposited for eternity. Now what you see, hear, smell, and touch are dreams that I have your brain conjure. It doesn't matter, the human brain is very powerful, and this little thing will not affect your brain. ”

The adjudicator's words were always hard to tell if they were true or false, but this time Patrick believed her.

"Because this is the only place where we can talk freely. ”

The adjudicator in front of her was shattered, reconstituted and whispered to Patrick. By the time Patrick turned her head, she was already jumping and running away.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

"Well, to answer all your questions. ”

"Now it's time to deliver on the promise, Patrick~"

The adjudicator bent down, his gloved hand brushing the grass.

"Who are you, and what are you?" were the first two questions of the adjudicator.

"Patrick Flo, a human being with a different body. ”

"Of course......," the adjudicator chuckled, "then, what about me?"

"Adjudicator, the Iron Warrior has secretly developed a humanoid. ”

"Hmm...... Exactly. So, is there a difference between a humanoid and a human?"

"The two are completely different. ”

"Why?"

"The human form is just a product made by humans, similar to robots, they are products. Even for most people, the human form is nothing more than a commodity and a tool. ”

"Is that really the case?" the adjudicator asked.

"Of course, there is no doubt about it. ”

"Is that so...... But aren't human beings also made by human beings? Aren't the children born of the union of parents also products made by human beings?"

"This statement is false, as absurd as saying that robots are a species formed by themselves. ”

"Reminisce, recall, Patrick. ”

The distant earth shattered, and the sky crumbled to pieces, or the entire dream collapsed. These illusory puzzles were put back together and became a bloody patch - both in the sky and on the earth.

No, Patrick can't see the earth anymore. All he could see was bloody corpses, corpses in the true sense of the word. The cruel sight hit his eyes, his heart, the expression on his face could no longer keep the temperature of the ice. It's clear that nothing under your feet is human.

"I remember it~ the human form of my subordinates...... Griffin's humanoid ...... They are all flesh and blood, they are not robots~"

"So what...... What is the difference between the definition, the process of generation, the existence of itself, and robots? Commodities, tools, the human point of view, the conscious ...... of the human form What is the difference between the two positions and the producer and the product?"

The adjudicator sighed.

"But ......," Patrick whispered, "I don't think so. Even if the world's views are what I just said, I will not look at it in such a light, what I protect, what I cherish...... Even if there is only one possibility, I want to prove that this definition is wrong. I firmly believe that human forms are not just human forms, they are not products. ”

The adjudicator paused, then turned to face him with a smile.

"Didn't let me down at the last minute, Patrick~"

She touched the floor with her cane, and the surroundings became blank at some point. The violent tremor shook the entire space, and in the blink of an eye, in front of Patrick, behind the adjudicator, a magnificent building rose.

"That's the possibility. The adjudicator said.

"Ruins?"

"Yes, the answer you want has to do with it, even about me. However, the situation is quite serious. As you say, even the small number of human beings who shout about humanitarianism are fundamentally wrong, and the human form itself does not know the facts and remains confused. Awaken the sleeping sleeper, the obsessive fool, and the evil who maintains the distortion; Can you do it while defending what you love while overturning justice?"

"I don't know, but I'll do my best. ”

"Thanks," the adjudicator said with a smile, "and, I'm sorry......"

She vanished. The dream begins to crumble, the fragments of consciousness peel off piece by piece, and eventually Patrick's consciousness falls from the dream into reality.

He opened his eyes.

Black sand was everywhere, surrounding him in the middle. The nanobots lay motionless on the ground, unable to gather together again to form a terrifying murderous weapon.

The reason is simple, the person who controls them has a hole in his body.

Crimson blood stained the plain white dress, and Patrick walked over to the adjudicator.

"It's kind of ...... Not reconciled......" The adjudicator said her last words with a dreamlike smile, "I'm still thinking about it...... Wait until you're done with everything...... Can be like a human...... Fall in love ......"

"Fool's ......"

The blood stains on the corners of my mouth, the teardrops in the corners of my eyes, I will never forget them for the rest of my life.

Looking up, a Russian hoplite was standing on the roof. With his right hand raised, an M1887 shotgun was placed on his shoulder, and the helmet painted with dinosaur graffiti seemed to mock.

The hoplite glanced at Patrick and turned to leave.

"02-2, Report the situation. The captain's voice came over the communicator.

"Just out of danger, it has been confirmed that the Iron Boss Adjudicator has been killed, and it has been judged that it was the work of the Revolutionary Union. ”

"Judge? 02-3 is badly injured and he may need your rescue. ”

"I know, get over right now. ”

Patrick grabbed his rifle and hurried down the street. The mission he was shouldering made his steps heavy and sturdy, but they did not slow down in the slightest.

Only the white saintess was left behind, sleeping here.