Two brown beetles stopped one after the other under the somewhat deserted office building, and the two guards at the door lazily looked up at the men and women who came out of the car. They were all dressed in formal attire, with serious faces, and the text on the small card on their chests stated their identities. They are a joint investigative team from NASA and the American Air Force, and they are currently tasked with questioning the head of the commercial satellite launch department.

However, they did not know what awaited them.

The procedures before entering the office were normal, and everyone was extremely cooperative with the work of the investigation team, except that their answers gave the team members a very strange feeling, as if they themselves did not know what was going on that day.

Nelson banged on the table in the break room in distress, having been talking to the staff and people in charge for almost all day. Although they answered all of Nielsen's questions fairly straightforwardly, they still didn't find any valuable clues from those answers. Maybe, maybe, probably...... Adjectives like these filled the report, but one thing was certain: that day, they did send the rocket into the sky, which was supposed to be launched two days later.

Disappointed, he threw the report on the table and whispered, "Hey, guys, what do you think? This is very wrong, we must have overlooked something." ”

"You're right, it's really wrong, it's like they've collectively forgotten the memory of that day, but they all think it's a fairly normal thing!" said Major Jason of the Gendarmerie Corps, the representative of the Air Force, who looked around cautiously and whispered, "I always felt that there was an indescribable strange atmosphere in this building, and there was a strange sense of incongruity in the actions of each of those people. He hesitated, "It's like Parkinson's, an unconscious twitch." ”

"Are you two kidding? Major Jason, do you mean these elites who graduated from the best universities in America are all demented?" Although Ronnie was incomprehensible that these two men could think this way, the inexplicable strange atmosphere still infected her, making her involuntarily whisper.

"The minister has asked you to come to his office and ask him any questions he has in person. The young man who pushed the door in interrupted the whispered conversation of the group with some embarrassment, scratching his hair shyly and smiling and gesturing outside.

"Okay, thanks. Nelson nodded to indicate that he already knew, and he glanced at a few of his teammates, picked up the papers on the table and walked out.

The office they went to was on the north side of the fourth floor, and it was no different from a regular office. If anything, there are only Transformers comics and models scattered in the hallways.

"Nick Jr., the minister's son, loves these things, oh, of course, I love them too, and the Decepticons are amazing, don't you think?"

Increasingly, Nielsen felt that something was wrong. Could it be that the young man is too out of the ordinary, or is the light in the walkway a little dim?

He looked at the young man next to him who was chirping with Jason about Decepticons and Autobots, and the strange sense of incongruity came back to him.

"Minister, here they are. The young man took a few steps ahead of him, pushed open the office door, and smiled and motioned for them to enter.

"Hello, Secretary Rogers, we are the Joint Investigation Team ......"

A thick black shadow obscured everything, and a liquid with a dark metallic sheen flowed out from under the slamming door and surged toward the entire aisle, the illusion fading in the flickering of light and shadow. This is a walkway, which is clearly covered with thick armor and heavily guarded by many robots.

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and Nelson and his party walked out of the office.

Nelson, who walked at the end, shook hands with the amiable Minister Paul, his eyes flashing with pale green data streams from time to time, and there was a little stiffness between actions.

"The rest is up to you, dear Nelson, and don't let us down. ”

"Yes, Minister Paul, leave everything to us. This would be an unfortunate mistake due to a communication problem, and we would have to do a complete upgrade of the computer network throughout the base to avoid a recurrence. He twitched involuntarily, and a silver metal tentacle thinner than a cow's hair protruded from his earhole, trembled slightly, and retracted nimbly.

"Goodbye, then. ”

"Goodbye. ”

......

Squatting in a warehouse in the form of giant robots, Ko Bowen and McCaden watched the Beetle leave the building, and then they would routinely travel to other places to make inquiries and submit a report within a week.

"This report will buy us at least half a year," Ko Bowen said, looking at McCaden, "my brother, what do you think we should do with the soldiers who are locked up in the basement?"

McCaden's voice had a rough texture like metal friction, "It's simple, replace them, send our soldiers, and infiltrate the most powerful army in this mortal world, our race needs to spread further." ”

"Will the chief agree?" Ke Bowen was a little unsure.

"Yes, he will. McCaden replied categorically, casually lining up the scrap trucks around him into a discus, "This quality is not enough to carry a more powerful descendant, the leader needs our strength, and that army has exactly what we need." ”

"Well, my brother, you're always right. Ke Bowen was a little sad, "So, what about those soldiers?"

"The Leader will need some test subjects. ”

The conversation in the scrap warehouse came to an end, and two super-silicon-based intelligent beings that had never existed on Earth looked at the sky together, and in that far away space, their creator was working on much larger projects, and their work was only to make them a little smoother.

"Ke Bowen, you say, what kind of existence do we have for this world and that world, and can a species without a civilization of its own really grow and grow as the leader wants to become the strong pillar he needs?"

"There is no doubt about it, my brother, for we are the beginning of a whole race, and civilization is created by our hands!"