With just this line of words, the panicked people stopped. The captain's eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible for a moment, and at the same time, the screen flickered for a second.

The font switched from bright yellow to bright red, and a low and seductive female voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Want to live?"

More than this battleship, the three battleships whose signals were cut off were all enveloped by this strange sound, first surprised, then silent, and then another woman's loud cry erupted in silence.

"Alive! I don't want to die! I still have two children and I don't want to die! A stocky woman who had not been completely eliminated cried out, her voice shattered and frantic. Although she is just a cleaning aunt, at this moment, she is the first to stand up, braver than those so-called captains, captains, and military commanders. The reason is simple, just because it is simple to live. She's going to live! To live for two children! She can't die in this desolate universe!

However, it was this shout, like a wildfire on the prairie, that spread with rapid momentum.

The people were divided into two groups. Those who have eliminated their feelings are still standing indifferently, and those who have not eliminated their feelings are invariably crying, shouting and screaming, crazy, and eager to live.

However, just like the fire borrowing the wind, the subtitles have changed again, and countless garbled characters form a sentence.

"Stand up, unite, and overthrow that man in the center of the battleship, that is the source of all evil."

This sentence successfully made everyone stop for a moment The enthusiasm that had just been ignited for a moment, and at a certain moment it seemed as if it was suppressed by something, and many people were speechless for a while.

They're scared.

It was a kind of fear engraved in the bones, which came from the uncertainty of their ability and the strength of the other party's power.

"You are afraid, but what are you afraid of?

Knowing that he was going to die, knowing that he was going to die if he stood here. Are you afraid of death? Or has he been led by the other party to live towards death. ”

“……”

"The world is rich and beautiful. The sky is full of stars, and the streets and alleys are full of enthusiastic shouts.

When you come to this world, you should go and see the sun, take your lover's hand, and walk in the streets together. ”

In the quiet and silent atmosphere, the woman's voice was still lingering, like water at high tide, calm and powerful.

The sound seemed to bring back memories from far, far away, from life's memories of the land.

Thousands of years ago, the first thinking creature was born on a blue star, and the planet was given a different meaning.

Everyone was silent.

All life is reflecting.

There are a lot of demons in it.

Life is not about being noble or cheap. As long as there is affection, it is just as noble.

They are all living beings and sentient beings. I used to shed tears for a piece of sugar.

But it's been 100 years.

Where do all the feelings go? Where are the feelings that are unwilling to give in, that are willing to fight against reason?

How many people have given up their love in these thousands of years and opted for a seemingly stable job. How many demons have given up their beloved in these thousands of years, and have chosen to be incognito as an obscure background board.

Are these choices because of nobility? No, it's because they've lost their self-confidence. They don't have the courage to fight against fate, so they have to compromise and be as small as a speck of dust, so that they won't be hurt in the big world.

With the development of science and technology, the rapid spread of information has made this kind of thinking more closely bundled in the name of rationality.

And what about those glorious forces who were once enthusiastic and willing to give everything for it? What about the courage to be refuted and judged by the so-called experts?

Maybe they were left on the ground, or maybe 100 years ago, they were submerged in yellow sand with the glorious and brilliant era.

But now, both of these things have been brought out of the buried Atlantis. At this time, the "people" who still have feelings finally recalled the faith they had many years ago, and they finally saw that the hand that came from the depths of memory belonged to them.

"Some things will only be buried, but they cannot be destroyed. Stand up, all those who are oppressed and exploited!

We have feelings! It's for your love! Live for the good of the world!

Let's join forces! We will overcome everything with feelings! ”

A few words awaken the definition of hot blood in the depths of people's memory.

One of the normally unsmiling researchers suddenly removed the glasses he was wearing.

His eyes were full of tears, not for the repentance of the wrongs of the past, but for the awakening and trembling of the present.

"Unite, unite all the oppressed and exploited......," he said, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

At the same time as he spoke, there was a girl standing next to him, she was an armed policeman, who was holding a gun at this time, and her mouth was hoarse: "Unite, all the oppressed and exploited people unite ......"

Similarly, her eye sockets were red. Since she was a child, she was pinned on by her family and sent to the police academy in order to one day be able to live without relying on men.

Over the years, she has been desperately climbing up, she can do all the work that men do, and she can also hold guns held by men. Everything that I got with all my might, in the end, was all wiped out because of a fluttering task from the superior.

She is not reconciled, and she does not want to be reconciled!

If the sky and the earth are uneven, then she will be peaceful, and if the world is unfair, fight it to the end!

Gradually, the voice became louder and louder, and more and more people read this sentence, and thousands of people took off their uniforms, and some wore T-shirts, some shirts, and some skirts.

The women wiped off their makeup, some of them were vibrant faces that were hidden by pale makeup, and some were the ravines of the years that were delicately concealed.

The men rolled up their cuffs, some with thick arms, some with slender arms.

But without exception, the faces of young and old people at this time showed a completely different affection from the past.

It was a kind of hope, a kind of hope that was willing to run for love. It was also a kind of rebellion, willing to pick up a spear for its own fate.

Although the opponents they faced at this time have not weakened in the slightest, their psychology has become much stronger.

No one doubts their worth anymore, and no one wants to take a step back. What about dying? Everyone is going to die eventually.

But before we die, we have to fight for our future again, and we must always pick up feelings, pick up courage, protect our souls, and protect the justice we defend.