The main control station on the surface of the land of the "last leaves" in 2250 AD

"I've lived too long in this life, and I didn't expect to see some sparkle of hope when I was almost tired of it! It's kind of interesting. A middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion thought in his mind, only the wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks could be seen, and this person's body was obviously full of vitality. It's just that on the whole, the man obviously has a different kind of majesty, not like a young person. There was cunning and cruelty in his eyes. On the surface, it seems to be a wandering nothingness, and when you really put your eyes into the mind of scrutiny, you will feel a chill in your back. Intuition tells you that what is in front of you is an outright executioner. So let's estimate that he is a spicy middle-aged man!

"Mr. Doyle, you have already seen the conditions, we are currently waiting for your reply!", the decent voice came from the mouth of the lobbyist in the seat next to him, without a trace of emotion. "So, you want to work with me to forge a path to 'eternity', right?" Doyle asked as if it had nothing to do with his interests, and he didn't care about it. This is the essence of a profiteer, as a complete old fox, always seeking the greatest benefit in everything! The lobbyist then replied, "Yes, sir." And you'll be one of the first and highest-level Residents of Eternity, and you'll get it all! Time is running out and we need your reply as soon as possible. ”

"Okay, I got it! You go out first, and let me think about it. Doyle pulled out his pipe and replied nonchalantly. The lobbyist quietly withdrew, and behind him came the faint sound of the hatch shut, and the lobbyist smiled quietly, as if relieved of the task at hand. At the same time, his face was squirming slightly, and in a moment, it had changed to a different appearance, and the lobbyist opened his arms with a slight ease, and with the crackling sound of bones stretching, he was already like two people compared to himself a second before. Nothing will observe him in detail, because the system here has long been compromised, and it is full of its own people, as easy as entering and exiting the house.

"What do you think about this?" Doyle pointed to the folder on the desk that contained paper papers. Although it has been a long time since people have used paper, it has become scarce and expensive, and the only technology is secretly controlled by the Federation. What used to be ordinary things has become incomparably precious today, and sure enough, the times are developing! So nowadays, the opportunity to use paper documents is extremely rare, and most of the time it involves some extremely secret events to appear in that kind of situation. Compared with the world controlled by AI intelligence, paper objects add a point of insurance to the planning of some things and can reduce the possibility of leakage!

"If I say you don't agree, you're doomed! What would you think?" The voice came from the visual fitting device in the middle of the room, but her physical form was a woman, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and in the light rendering of the device, you could look at her bright eyes and bright teeth carefully. Doyle slumped in his chair, opened the drawer of the table in front of him, pulled out a box of shredded cigarettes, carefully picked out the dots, and stuffed them into the pipe he had been playing with. He fumbled in his pockets, from his upper body to his lower body, and finally found the electric lighter he wanted in the left pocket of his pants.

2049 A.D. Arizona

It's a slum, it's a prison!

—————— Doyle ▪ Smith

The boy was a frenzied runner on the road, followed by an old man who walked a few dozen meters behind. He scolded with his cane: "You little wretch, give me back quickly!" You can't run away, I'll catch you eventually. The old man finally stopped due to exhaustion, and when he looked up again, the boy had already run away without a trace. He scolded and walked back, apparently asking the system to conduct a search.

The boy arrived at the agreed place, and a group of unkempt children had been waiting here for a long time. The first thing they saw was the two small boxes of items held high in the boy's hands, one in each hand. The whole ground was boiling, "Hey, Doyle, you can do it!" Matches can be obtained, this is a rare commodity", and everyone began to talk again. "Be quiet!" Doyle spoke like a king. "Then let's get started," suggested someone in the group of children. Everyone had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and they had not seen the legendary flame since they were born, "according to previous sources, it was a substance full of spirits". "You fart, what I see is that this kind of thing is terrifying, it can destroy everything in the world!", some of the children argued, others looked hopefully at the two boxes of small but extraordinary things. For them, the world seemed to be in tatters, and it would be a disappointing process to put together everything they knew and would not end up with, and they would not get any more truth outside of Arizona.

So let's start with today's flames, Doyle clumsily mimicking the image on the matchbox and wiping the first match. The brilliant light makes the children linger. They're getting crazier, and they're getting a little ridiculous.

Soon, they were arrested by the searchers.

Time returns to the land of the "Last Leaves".

It was given to him by his father many years ago when he was young, and he still keeps it today, after all, it still has some effect! When the boy was younger, he mostly liked to play with fire, and when he snuck his hands on two boxes of antique matches again, maybe he stole them. His father beat him so hard that his skin was torn apart. "I'm already like that, you can't do this, the family will be implicated in this."

In those days, a flood of data filled every moment of everyone's life. One can see some of his qualities at a distance from each other. Based on a data nameplate that everyone wears at birth. Father was really afraid that Doyle would become a bastard in the future, from a little thief to a villain. Then he will walk forward with the stain of his life, just like his father himself. He lives alone in the slums of Arizona with his son, which is already the lowest point of life, and that's because he has to pay for the wrong things he did before. As a child, Doyle also asked his father why they couldn't live in a better place, like the wonderful scenery he saw in books, magazines, and posters! My father would always bow his head in frustration and not say a word. As Doyle grows up, he understands the cruelty of the world.

Until one day, my father unexpectedly took out an electric lighter. He said, "I've given this to you, save some money." Don't be found again!", and turned to leave. Doyle picked up the object he held up in his hands in disbelief. only to find that there seemed to be no one to talk to. He could only hide the surprise in his heart silently and enjoy it alone!

Until today, he lit the lighter again, burning the first bucket of tobacco in the long river of his life!