At dawn, the morning glow lit up at the sea level at the junction of sea and sky, and the fresh air came to her face, awakening Sima Aya's body and spirit.

This awakening, and waking up to the noise of an alarm clock, are two completely different feelings.

The original life, not seeing the day, only the watch and the clock remind you of the existence of time, you can't see the morning, you can't see noon, you can't see dusk, no matter how you rub your eyes, the haze will never go away, life is like a half-asleep dream, this dream is like the haze, forever shrouded around you, lingering.

In this half-asleep dream, time is the clock, the dial of the watch, silently sucking life in the cold ticking sound.

work, eat, sleep, sleep, eat, work...... The three steps of life, no matter how you arrange and combine them, its rhythm is always familiar and numb, always familiar, like the color of the haze, almost always the same.

Gray, off-white, off-black, off-yellow, gray-yellow, gray-......

The moment the gorgeous morning glow reflected the rising light of the sun into Sima Aya's eyes, an inexplicable emotion surged from the bottom of her heart, and this brilliance, like a soothing and joyful song, awakened the most direct touch in her heart.

The glow and sea breeze, like a kiss from the beautiful nature and the call of the mother planet, made Sima Aya burst into tears.

When Sima Aya finally heard the knocking sound from the car window, it had been a long time since the fat man Fatman had been knocking on the glass.

"Hey, Frank Aya, I said, what are you crying about?" Fatman smiled cheekily.

Sima Aya wiped her tears, and her gaze instantly changed from soft to hard.

"Did you lose your money?" Fatman asked, matter-of-factly.

Sima Aya gestured with her firm and slender middle finger to get him out of the way.

"Is this the legendary tear-washing in Eastern culture?" Fatman was still cheeky and teasing.

When Sima Aya pushed the car door, Fatman's fat body was pressing against the car door, and before he could step aside, Sima Aya and others pushed the car door open.

(This girl, when she is angry, has so much strength?) The smile on Fatman's face froze, and for a moment, he couldn't believe what had just happened. How could that petite body burst out with such power?

(You're a mutant?) Fatman wanted to ask her, but he was too frightened to say it.

After Sima Aya got out of the car, she was still looking at the sky and looking at the morning glow.

Fatman looked at her inexplicably, there was no morning glow in his eyes, he could see the morning glow almost every day, and he had long been accustomed to it. At this time, he only had her in his eyes.

But since he had been pushed open by the Men Belt, he had become afraid to approach her. It was a long time before he said to her, "I don't know what you're looking at, but I'll be able to come back tomorrow." ”

When the morning glow dissipated and the sky was brighter, Sima Aya realized that there was a harbor around. Harbour buildings and ships are vaguely angular in the light.

Sima Aya opened the map on her mobile phone, made a location, and found that her current location was the western coast of the town of Joe Santa Fe.

Among the silhouettes of the harbor buildings and ships looming in the light, there is a very familiar silhouette of a black shadow, with a straight and narrow deck and an abrupt tower.

"It's not an aircraft carrier, it's smaller than an aircraft carrier, it's an amphibious landing ship," Fatman said with a little pride.

"Yours?" Sima Aya asked.

"Well, sort of." Fatman nodded.

"What did you buy it for, Mr. Beard?" Sima Aya asked with some curiosity.

"Be an aircraft maintenance plant!" Fatman smiled, he was glad that Sima Aya took the initiative to ask about himself, "A factory that can be moved." ”

(Very imaginative,) Sima Aya thought to herself, (I hope it's not a loss-making business.) ）

The tail of the "mobile repair shop" lowered the door panel of the valve, and Sima Aya and Fatman stepped on the door panel to enter the hull. The cabin inside the hull has been converted into a maintenance line, on which two small planes are parked, and next to the aircraft is a scaffold, but there are no maintenance personnel on the scaffolding.

Sima Aya's eyes lit up: one of the two planes was the one in the photo, the small Bodi jet that Cabrera claimed was missing.

(Lost contact?) Sima Aya scolded secretly in her heart, (Lost contact to the black market.) ）

……

As night falls, the City of Angels, the city that once never sleeps, loses its bustling lights and becomes surprisingly quiet. The traffic in the city, invariably, moves at a slow pace, as if the passage of time has slowed down.

Yang Yiyi was watching TV in the consulate dormitory, and she was eating snacks and planning to watch his favorite entertainment program, but a news break caught her attention:

"Defective Mass Riot"

According to NCC News Network, there was a large-scale strike among workers with defective groups in major cities in country C, and workers took to the streets, holding high banners and slogans to protest against the company's disguised reduction of workers' wages and extension of working hours......

According to the analysis of experts, the increase in the labor intensity of workers, especially defective workers, in the related industries and enterprises of robot manufacturing in country C is related to the acceleration of the progress of 1 billion robot orders in country A......

A spokesman for the relevant department said that because of the drastic changes in the domestic economic situation of country A, there is an urgent need to increase the number of robot laborers, and in order to complete the order on time, some companies have violated the labor law in disregard of the government's repeated orders......

Yang Yiyi knew that the defective person was the official euphemism of country C for the mutant. In her impression, mutants, although they work hard and live hard, seem to have never taken to the streets and demonstrated, and she was surprised to hear about mutants marching on the streets.

Therefore, Yang Yiyi's eyes stayed on the news channel and continued to watch.

After the news of the "Riot of the Defective Groups", some experts from country A appeared on the television screen, commenting on the news event.

Yang Yiyi adjusted the threshold of the intelligent translation headset, so that the translation speed of the headset could keep up with the fast mouth on the TV that was faster than the machine gun fire.

"Country A ranks first in the world in the international grain export market, and country C is the largest grain importer, and the shock caused by the economic problems of country A on the economy of country C may start to ...... in the field of grain import and export."

"It's hard to imagine that country C will put legal responsibility on the head of the enterprise, which is ridiculous......"

"Country A itself is not prepared for the crisis, and 100 years ago, President Donald Trump proposed to recycle manufacturing and reduce the hollowing out of country A...... If that's the case, maybe today we don't need to order robots from country C at all. ”

"However, from another perspective, country C's current robot production capacity is still the world's first, and we must seek cooperation with country C to restore domestic productivity."

"The people of country C are producing a robot army ......"

"Nonsense......"

The discussion gradually expanded into a lullaby. Yang Yiyi gradually fell asleep.