Perhaps nothing is more important than freedom, perhaps the act of human beings flying into the universe itself is an act of freedom, and although the large ball under the feet generates gravity and blocks harmful electromagnetic waves, it also limits the boundaries of human beings, and this boundary is not any overly romantic existence.

Different from the works of Romanticism, the strict self-discipline that can be seen in individual human beings is not reflected in the whole human race, so the freedom that human beings pursue by flying into the universe is probably the freedom to continue to increase their [needs] freely, for ordinary people, the most basic reason for pursuing freedom is --- to have the ability and opportunity to meet their personal needs, they can choose to watch the movies they want to watch, eat the meals they want to eat, and vote for whoever they want.

This is the most basic, the most superficial freedom, the deeper is the freedom of will--- you may have the right to choose freely, but if what you choose is prescribed, you are all influenced, such freedom will often succumb to shallow freedom--- the hegemonic country of the old era may be a good example, obviously there are only two political parties, obviously the whole country is a trust, obviously their president can actually put another nameplate on his desk, write [ President of Tong X Company.

Obviously, this is the case, but that country still maintains hegemony, and the people of that country are still proud of their country, so sometimes, freedom is really painfully helpless.

So the question we are facing now is, what kind of freedom are we pursuing, or to put it more bluntly, what is the desire we are pursuing?

With that said, Lux. Klein seemed to stand in the artificial sunset with all his might, shaking his shadow as if to merge into the light; The singer's clear voice stirred Sara as the listener. Cecil's sea of thoughts rippled in his soul, striking the lock in his soul one by one.

In the next moment, with the violent flicking of the long pink hair, the individual who had stirred thousands of living beings with his song turned his head, Sara. As Cecil stared at the pair of eyes--- he suddenly had the sensation that they were eyes beyond humans, and that some large, incomprehensible presence was watching him.

It's as if possessed by the Plant, by the prayer that all adjusters were born with but then forgotten.

The people of Plant, the adjusters, the people of each side, all the inhabitants of the universe, what exactly do you want to be free, probably the most basic is to be more stable, technology has reached the point where it is now, all the material environment and products on the earth can be produced or simulated in the universe, but there is one thing that human beings have always carried and not abandoned, what we have been longing for, maybe because human beings are still young...

The kind that no one can clearly describe, down-to-earth, as stable as in the arms of a mother.

But each side is facing the hat of "refugee" and facing the expropriation of the Federation; The Plant has built itself up, but has been devastated several times, and if the inhabitants of the various Sides have resentment and anger, the Planners are fearful and fear-driven rage.

Desire and mutual understanding can end the war, but if you want to wait until the desire and mutual understanding can save all mankind, you must, you have to rely on strength to forcibly end the war, otherwise the human race will have perished a long time ago, the end of the old era has been nearly a hundred years, although the human race is still not fully grown, but if you want to continue to walk, you must continue to admit this fact and continue to walk, someone must always take the baton of blood and run down.

If you want to achieve something, you must first exist, and the first thing Plant wants to do if it doesn't fall apart is to let the people of Plant be [free], that is to say, to live to meet their wishes.

There's some sort of process there, Sarah. Cecil had such a thought, but now he can't understand the existence of a process, and the person in front of him can't explain to himself, it is a kind of inheritance, not a story, although the pair of beautiful eyes reveal expectations, but he can't respond, Sara who thinks like this. Cecil lowered his head in annoyance.

Looking at the young driver in front of him who still smelled of war and had an unsolved uniform, Lux. Klein also shook his head gently, he was too eager, maybe this is also a stage that he must go through in the painful transformation he is experiencing, the eagerness to --- the path of human progress is bloody, full of spikes, and most importantly, no one tells humans how to go, but there will always be people who break the crystal of the soul, drive the people around them to emit a strong light, point out the possible direction where hope is, and the price of doing so is to walk on the crystal fragments formed by the souls of those people, Bloodied by someone else's fragments, and eventually his life is lost, and the light will be extinguished.

However, the light that bursts out like that will heat up the hard shell of the crystal on the outer layer of the soul of some other individuals, making it possible for it to shatter, thus leading the next batch of light, the person in front of him has not yet reached that temperature, and his own light has not yet been extinguished, and he will continue to walk until the blood of the soul is exhausted, even if the body dies.

"You're doing a great job, Sarah. Cecil, now go see the blonde Miss Stella. ”

"Speaker, I 。。。。。。 just now" Sarah, who was beaten out of some kind of meditation, finally remembered her own question, she didn't look like herself just now, and her memory seemed very vague, but what happened to that amazing result, herself.

"Time will tell."

Knocked out of the conference room with such a sentence, Sarah. Cecil walked to a place in a daze before looking up.

I actually subconsciously came here, and the new ace who had just been blasted out looked helplessly at the familiar number on the door of the ward.

Myself, what is my mood for her, pity, guilt, distress, or... What is deeper; No matter what it was, he destroyed her life, although that missile was a mistake, but it really blew her life and the ordinariness of her love into ashes; Although the counselor said that it was a variant of the so-called survivor's guilt or something, he still felt indebted to the other party.

At least until she wakes up, and then talk about it.

Driven by such a mood, Sarah. Cecil walked over to the crystal coffin-like medical chamber and sat down, took the harmonica from the stool next to him, and began to play softly, playing the lullaby that the guy had told him that this girl had been.

It's blowing again, infatuated little guy, but can this really wake up the unconscious girl, the little nurse who doesn't know the truth smiled and shook her head.

Perhaps stirred by the thinking and innocence that had just been transmitted, the light from the depths of the black-haired boy's soul quietly flowed out, although it had not yet fully bloomed, but the slightest trace of light trembled, driving the notes that came out of the harmonica, and did not sing, but the words of the ballad still echoed:

First of all, there is the clear spray of the waves, gently lapping;

From your dreams, gently take away the darkness in your heart;

Next, there is the gentle sea breeze;

Tell me where I should return, let me flap my wings and return to the warm crook of my arms;

Counting, counting the sad past, the silent night surrounds you and me;

Ah, another beam of moonlight fell, quietly, illuminating all that was around me;

The scenery here is the destination, the life, the only place to arrive;

So here, on this moonlit night;

I silently chanted the old magic, the last one;

Finally, listening, listening to what you say;

Take your trembling hand and hold it quietly;

Quietly soothe your vibrating heart

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The girl opened her eyes and broke through the cage of the crystal, and the light within her began to sing like blonde hair that had finally begun to shake according to her consciousness.

"Are you awake?!"

[You're awake, soul program link, establish]