"I've got someone to fix it at the airlock station," Dr. Sinclair said, standing in front of Judge Ahab's desk, reporting the situation and slowly stating the results of the investigation, "the gang...... The kid was very gifted and completed the entire exit operation independently, but he did not retract the rope first when he returned, causing the rope to get stuck in the sealing ring of the airtight door, and the sealing ring was worn out, and the oxygen leaked in the cabin......"

A preoccupied Ahab didn't hear Sinclair's words, he looked up and looked at Dr. Sinclair, "Are you exculpating that kid?" ”

"But he ...... He's very talented and has done the whole thing on his own", Dr. Sinclair realized that the judge's mood was wrong, but he still hardened his heart and explained Tifen, "The accident was dealt with very quickly, we lost some of the oxygen in the airtight, but the kid ......"

The word "oxygen" stimulated Ahab's nerves, and he glared at his friend and subordinate, "Get out of the cabin!" And a week of oxygen reserves were wasted in vain! The black judge slapped the table and shouted angrily: "The laws of the Ark are sacrosanct!" All for the continuation of human civilization! For the survival of all! All of them! ”

After a long time, Ahab noticed his gaffe and slowed his tone, "What do you say about the monitoring situation?" Judge Ahab was impartial and more evidence-oriented, and he actually had hope in his heart that maybe the accident was just a chance factor, and that the 17-year-old child just happened to encounter an emergency, so that he could persuade the council to give a lenient sentence......

The word 'monitor' made Dr. Sinclair break out in a cold sweat, and he completely gave up on the idea of saving the boy, while saying with an unchanging face, "Monitor...... The monitor did not record the fault in that area due to a malfunction......"

Ahab and Sinclair shook their heads helplessly at the same time.

Three hours later, in the same judge's office.

"Finn Collins, you are suspected of illegal spacewalks, due to your operation error, the B-17 sealed airlock leaked, which caused the Ark mechanical station to lose nearly a week's worth of oxygen, and your actions violated Article 2, Section 8 of the Ark Daily Management Act", Ahab pronounced the sentence to the boy in front of him with a serious face, "According to Article 1, Paragraph 3 of the Ark Convention, I, the 15th judge of the Ark, Ahab Thelonis, sentence you to death", Raven outside the door wept silently, Until Judge Ahab continued to pronounce the sentence with a blank face, "At the same time, since you are under the age of eighteen, according to Article 11, Paragraph 1 of the Ark Population Control Regulations, you will be sent to a juvenile management center, and when you reach the age of eighteen, the council will review it again and make a final judgment against you......"

"If you have an objection, you have the right to appeal to the council within three hours, and the council will make the final decision", said the judge, turning his back and leaning on the table, making a final addition.

In the crowd outside the door, several of Fin's peers immediately shouted indignantly, and then Kane, the head of the guard, blasted away with the guard door with a black face.

"I have an objection!" Cool Boy Fen stood up, looked up at his girlfriend, and grinned, "But, spacewalk...... It's really cool~~"

It's a pity that his girlfriend Raven didn't smile at this witty remark, but burst into tears......

Fen, who had always been fearless from heaven and earth, panicked, and he turned his head before the judge broke out and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry! I...... I have no objection to the verdict, Your Excellency, can you give me some time to say goodbye to my loved ones before I am taken away? ”

Without further words, Ahab stood up and left the room with the guards, responding with action.

For a while, only the boys and girls in the room were left hugging each other, making their final goodbyes.

The crowd outside the house had long since dispersed, and Fin's father, Collins Sr., a mechanic in the assembly shop, was holding his fainting wife and glaring angrily at Judge Ahab.

Ahab turned a blind eye.

The weary judge declined the support of the guards around him, and he leaned against the porthole, looking at the earth in the distance, the voice and smile of his friend Jack, who had been standing with him just a few months earlier, discussing affairs and his friend Jack had been executed. The past was like smoke, and a touch of firmness flashed in the judge's eyes.

'The laws of the ark are sacrosanct! All for the continuation of human civilization! For the survival of all! All of them! ’

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Earth, meteorological mountain base.

"We have to do it! All for the continuation of human civilization! For the survival of all of us! All of them! William Jr., the chief of the mountain guard, watched his father, President Dante, paint the last stroke on the canvas, but on the canvas was a hellish scene of the mountains and forests burned by the fire, the ruins of the walls, and the corpses all over the field, William Jr. reacted instantly, and hurriedly comforted his father.

President Dante-Wallace waved his paint-stained hand and said nothing.

It's a pre-nuclear office. White walls, vintage-style glass chandeliers, a variety of framed paintings are displayed on the walls, pine cabinets, exquisite and ornate costumes, and a dazzling array of artworks. In the inner room, against the wall, is a red oak desk full of classical atmosphere, a Toei katana is placed on the table as a collection, and next to the katana, a slightly formal computer, printer, and mobile phone embedded in the table. Not far from the desk is a slightly low spruce wood coffee table, a set of chess quietly placed in a black and white chessboard on the coffee table, and in the white porcelain cup next to the chessboard, half of the coffee has already cooled. Unlike the primitive crudeness of the tribe, and unlike the simplicity and monotony of the ark, if Trist was here, he would almost mistakenly think that he had returned to his previous life.

Next to the coffee table is a stand with a freshly completed oil painting, and the owner of the office, the leader of the mountain people, President Dante Wallace, is looking intently at the freshly finished painting in his hand.

"The Wallace family has been the president of the Vault for four consecutive terms", the old president did not continue the topic just now, and instead talked about the history of the Meteorological Mountain Shelter, "If nothing else, you will be the fifth president".

William Jr. raised his eyebrows and puffed up his chest, "I know, I will ......", but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The old president waved his hand and interrupted his son's impetuous speech, "But! Little William, you have to remember! This does not mean that we have any privileges in the Wallace family! This is the trust that the entire Vault places in us! My child, you, must not live up to this trust! ”

"If you want to wear a crown, bear its weight first!" With trembling paint-stained hands, he snatched Shakespeare's Henry IV from the bookshelf and handed it to his son, his favorite words from his favorite book. The seventy-year-old man was running out of time, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, the bloody faces of the tribesmen on the surface would appear before his eyes.

Every breath of air that the mountain people breathed was stained with blood, but the old president did not regret it. If there is hell, he is willing to go to hell forever for the sake of his people. However, the old president has always insisted that people can bow to the abyss in order to survive, but they cannot completely and unscrupulously extinguish their conscience and enjoy killing, and in doing so, they are tantamount to beasts! However, his son, the future heir, seems to have a bloodthirsty tendency, a penchant for hunting and killing surface tribesmen, a tendency that has always been a source of concern for the old president......

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The town of Red Maple is located in the middle of the Great Plain of Red Maple and is also the headquarters of the Red Maple tribe.

At this moment, the external enemy retreated, which also marked the beginning of the internal fighting of the Red Maple tribe.

In the stone house of the council hall, the newly elected elders were noisy. Even if a large number of dead relatives need to be buried, even if the ruined villages need to be rebuilt, even if they only have eight or nine hundred rescued warriors left, even if the farmland is destroyed and a new food crisis is brewing, the people of the Red Maple tribe are still obsessed with the quarrel that happened in the council hall, and they want to elect a new leader.