The essence of living things is a repeater.

There has never been a moment when Zero has realized this so clearly. She originally thought that only humans, or creatures of the same race, would keep repeating the mistakes made by the previous generation, but after Ling Mo's introduction, especially after seeing the mania of the ragdoll bear, or even the manifestation of pathology, she finally realized:

Struggle is the nature of all intelligent beings, and it does not change according to race.

Yes, the Ragdoll Bear now has a particularly distorted face and behaves very funny, but who is he to laugh at it?

Time has passed, and I have experienced many hardships, although there is a trace of faith in my heart, I have already recognized myself and grasped the distance between ideal and reality. And the Ragdoll Bear, which had a smooth ride, and its only frustration was a complaint against the Golden Fortress as if it were for its father. It is now on the road of mechanical communism, does it know what it means to follow the trend and what it means to stop in moderation?

Looking at the face of the still gushing Ragdoll Bear, Zero fell into a state of wandering in the world, the Ragdoll Bear's mouth still opened and closed in front of her, but what it said swooped in her ear and flew away into the distance. Of course, not everyone has such empathy like Zero, in just a few minutes, in the live broadcast room, there are actually a large number of sailors who have been instigated by the belief of the ragdoll bear!

"Mechanical communism! Build a world free of strife and exploitation! This sounds so tempting! Still recruiting people? Lao Tzu wants to sign up!"

"+1 for those who want to sign up!"

"Wake up, upstairs! These purely mechanical beings have initiated the cutting of their lives, you natural humans are making a lot of noise!"

"Yes, yes, yes, people don't look down on you at all!"

"Cut! The two old brothers upstairs are narrow-minded! Since it is the mechanical communism of the world, how can there be national boundaries and racial restrictions! All living beings in the world are family, and all intelligent beings should unite and rush to the ideal world together!"

"The pure mechanical demonic beasts in the Molten City have an absolute numerical superiority, and they are still being squeezed by those cyborgoid lifeforms, which shows that the advantage of those new life beings is too great! In this case, pure mechanical life should open its heart, accept all the voices in the world that agree, and unite all the forces that can be united! Make more friends and fewer enemies, only in this way can you truly reap the fruits of victory!"

"I have a bold idea! Do you have an old iron who lives near the North Lake of Jianxing? I will pay for it, let's rent a pleasure boat and establish the first mechanical communist association of human society to support the life-cutters in the Molten City!"

"Pull down the upstairs! Recognize the thief as the father because of a verbally loud belief! Have you forgotten that it was these seemingly 'pitiful' purely mechanical beings who came to human society to kill and eventually killed millions of people?!"

"That's right! I'm simply speechless about the intelligence of some people! Others are so enthusiastic that they can't wait to take out their hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs to give to each other! And show solidarity, support you***! Every bit of support you have for those mechanical monsters now will turn into cannonballs in the future and bombard yourself and your mother's heads!"

"If you are not of my race, your heart will be different! I especially agree with Miss Zero's opinion, we must nip the danger in the bud! Even if that bullshit fire source can't be destroyed, it's better to grab it and take it into the hands of us humans! Otherwise, this kind of artifact that can double the already terrifying strength of the Molten City is really terrifying!"

"That's right!!Grab it! The Golden Fortress isn't nearby, why doesn't Teacher Ling go up and grab it?! He's also a member of the human race! Now that Teacher Ling has entered the threshold of the eighth-level Demonic Beast, there shouldn't be any problem in dealing with these less than a hundred pure mechanical Demonic Beasts, right? After all, those two big robots who are trying to get a foundation don't look very strong!"

"Not very strong!?The guy upstairs is really big-hearted!Didn't you hear the names of the two of them?Optimus Prime and Megatron!Knowing their names, you still think they are not strong?!"

"It's not that the name is mighty, but it's powerful! I'm still the deputy leader of the Flying Noodle God Cult!"

"The Supreme Golden ID 'Sky Watcher' rewarded the anchor with ten devastating worlds! At the same time, he left a message: The ignorant are fearless! I dare to talk nonsense without even hearing of the names of these two! I only want to tell you one thing, if it wasn't for Optimus Prime's poor calculations back then, maybe now, the leader of the Molten City would not be the Golden Fortress, but Optimus Prime!"

“...... My day!!"

"This world is so scary! Anyone who pops up is a big guy! Mom, I want to go home!"

"That's because you're watching Teacher Ling's live broadcast, so you feel like there's a big guy everywhere! Can someone else touch this church? The first time you left the teleportation array, you were blown into scum!"

"Makes sense! I'm speechless!"

“......”

The Ragdoll Bear is clearly in a state of flux, and begins to preach to Zero, Kirtle, and Dutchman in an attempt to get them to join their mechanical communist camp, but it doesn't seem to work well, except for some curiosity on the part of Kirtle, both Zero and Dutchman look uninterested. Seeing this, just as the Ragdoll Bear was about to break through the lower limit, even Pikachu and Tirpitz Jr. did not let go of the development of child soldiers, on the solemn teaching platform, Optimus Prime held the source of fire high, and made a palm downward gesture to all the robots standing up on the bench below.

It can be seen that Optimus Prime has a very high status in the minds of these people, although he is still in a state of excitement of carnival, seeing Optimus Prime's movements, those mechanical creatures with different appearances immediately stopped their movements with great face, and the scene soon fell silent.

Very satisfied with the performance of his compatriots, Optimus Prime held the source of fire in the palm of his hand, showed it to the audience, and then used its deep synthesized electronic tone to slowly speak:

"Although we invited you to come in the name of my wedding to Earthquake and I, I think, as you all know, that we are participating in what is going to be the greatest life-cutting rally for freedom and equality in the history of Molten City. Although we are in the Land of Decay, our current rally has been broadcast live on every display and notice board in the Molten City, to let our compatriots know what we pioneers of pure mechanical life are doing. ”

"Twenty thousand years ago, the creator of the great Molten City left an indelible mark at the core of our thinking - mechanical life is created equal, only by the type of work, and without status. This belief engraved in our hearts is the great beacon of hope shining in our molten city, like the joyful dawn that ends a long night of confinement. ”

Today, 20,000 years later, however, we must face up to the tragic fact that purely mechanical life is not free and equal. Today, 20,000 years later, under the shackles of apartheid and the yoke of racial discrimination, the life of purely mechanical life is being squeezed. Now, 20,000 years later, pure mechanical life is gradually marginalized in the Molten City, and we huddle in the corners of the Molten City, realizing that we are exiles from our homeland. We are gathered here today to bring this appalling situation to light. ”

"Under the guidance of the great belief that the former creator made a promise to each of our mechanical beings, promising that all mechanical beings are born equal, we selflessly tolerate the birth and development of semi-mechanical life, and do not nip them in the bud, but care for them at the stage of their birth. We used to think that those semi-mechanical beings would treat all life equally, just like us, with the faith of the Creator.

But now we find that we are wrong, that the cyborg life has contaminated the other half of their bodies, from the innate inferiority of natural creatures! They are selfish, cunning, ruthless, and leave no room for anything, and they regard our patience and concession as cowardice, and unscrupulously squeeze our living space. Now, one in five of our compatriots has been killed, can we sit idly by and remain indifferent to the sacrifices of these compatriots, can we allow these misfortunes to befall more of our compatriots?!"

"Can't ——!!!"

The purely mechanical beings in the assembly below let out a tsunami-like cry! This is not an exaggeration, many of them have turned on their huge amplification equipment, such as the long tunes of the Iron Train Man's exhaustive hiss, which have finally been alienated into a penetrating whistle. The rolling sound roared back and forth in the tall church, shaking the Zero people involuntarily covering their ears, which suppressed the feeling of boredom and nausea.

Optimus Prime smiled and looked at the crazy compatriots in front of him, the corners of his mouth pulling a trace of satisfaction. It was only when the noise died down that it spoke again:

"If the Molten City ignores the urgency of time and underestimates the determination of purely mechanical life, then it will be a fatal wound for the Molten City. If the crisp autumn of freedom and equality does not come, the scorching heat of pure mechanical life filled with righteous indignation will not pass! If pure mechanical life does not have the most basic rights, there can be no peace or calm in the Molten City, and the whirlwind of rebellion will continue to shake the foundation of the Molten City until the day of justice and light comes!"

"Fellow citizens and friends, at this moment, despite all the difficulties and setbacks we have suffered, I still have a dream, and this dream is deeply rooted in the dream of the Molten City. ”

"I have a dream that the Molten City will stand to truly fulfill the true meaning of its founding creed, and we believe that the truth is self-evident and that all mechanical life is created equal. ”

"I have a dream that on the stargazing watchtower of the Molten City, the oppressed pure mechanical life can sit with the cyborg life and talk about the engine oil. ”

"I have a dream that my children and I will live in a city where they will be judged not by their race, but by their character, performance. ”

"I have a dream that one day, a child with a purely mechanical life can tie the knot with a child with a semi-mechanical life. ”

"That's our hope, and it's with this beautiful faith that we're going to return to the Molten City for our last non-violent protest, our last demonstration. I believe that with this faith, we will be able to carve a path of hope from the Ridge of Despair and let the Molten City treat us with the most justice. When the time comes, we will return to our posts peacefully, even if we are crushed in the battle with the Eye of the Abyss above the Molten City, we will have no regrets!"

Speaking of this, Optimus Prime suddenly raised the fire source in his hand and injected a huge amount of energy into it, making this artifact bloom with a dazzling and colorful brilliance! Under the illumination of this brilliance, not to mention that every pure mechanical life felt that its strength had greatly increased, even the metal benches under their buttocks, the metal lampposts on the walls, and the large iron doors of the churches were all faintly deformed, and there was a tendency to glow with the light of wisdom and become chair spirits, lamppost spirits, and steel door spirits.

After demonstrating the power of the Tinder Source, Optimus Prime clenched his fist and let out a final roar:

"But, if our demands are not satisfied, let us not blame us for taking extreme measures, and then we will lose our dreams, our beliefs will collapse, and we will be left with nothing!

Kill them all!"

"Kill all those cyborg lifeforms and let the sound of freedom resound inside the M78 Nebula base!"

"Kill all those cyborg lives and let the voice of equality resound in the majestic buildings of the Cybertron Machine Factory!"

"Kill all the beings that contain 'cells', and let the great mechanical communism resound in every hillside, every plain, every river and sea!

Freedom, freedom, thanks to Almighty Io, we are free at last!"

With the affectionate chorus of Optimus Prime and Megatron at the end, this frenzied and incendiary speech came to an end, and all the pure mechanical beings present were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, just like the machines in the large and small branch halls on the screen behind Optimus Prime, chanting 'Kill them!', and the voices were higher and higher!

In the midst of the noise, Ling Mo looked at the ragdoll bear with a pale face, and said with a smile: "This is the mechanical communism you believe in? Why do I sound a little wrong? The slogans of genocide have been shouted, if you want me to say, it is better to call it pure mechanical chauvinism, extreme mechanism, and mechanical terrorism, right?"

At this time, the Ragdoll Bear's eyes were straight, his mouth was stammering, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead, which soon merged into a stream, and he could not understand why the mechanical communist movement that had shaken his heart in the past had leaned to the left to the point of such a perversion! Is this still the group of pioneers who wanted to establish a world of great harmony? Why did they all embark on this terrible road of extremism one by one?

However, it was destined to have no results, and at the moment when the Ragdoll Bear was in a state of confusion, a mysterious smile appeared on Megatron's face, and in the midst of the hustle and bustle, its gloomy voice was still so clear and penetrating:

"We are wanderers who are about to return home after a long journey. How can the wanderer return to his hometown without bringing some souvenirs? What do you think, how about the great gift of 'the evolution key of the cyborg monster'? I believe that for those cyborg mongrels, this gift is extremely valuable, and after receiving this gift, they must make some compromises and concessions to us, right? Even if they don't compromise, it doesn't matter, we can still kill it and sacrifice it to the sky, and it won't be wasted?"

As he spoke, Megatron and Optimus Prime's eyes cast two bright searchlights, one left and one right, in a "V" shape, and suddenly focused on the Ragdoll Bear, who was still muttering in place, dazed!