Snow is shrouded in snowflakes and falling.

The warm sun shone above, and the sky was blue.

The snow is as bright as silver, reflecting the vigorous glow of the sky, and in front of people's eyes, it presents an amazing flow of color.

In the vast wilderness, a towering and upright steep mountain peak rises abruptly, the whole mountain body from high to low, the mountain is extremely symmetrical and evenly slided, the foot of the mountain and the surrounding area grows a lush green leaf jungle, at a glance, towering giant trees abound, the woods extend into the distance, it is impossible to see the edge.

The towering summit is covered with heavy snow and glows in the dazzling light above, and on the ridge, a long rope cascades down a dozen tall rope bridges, on which many unique shapes are carried one after another, and the comfortable large cable car is slowly ascending along the ropeway, towards a facility above the snow line of the peak.

On a cable car, Jonny and Roger. Clark and his son sat side by side on a spacious, soft bench, two young men on either side, both looking condescendingly at the white world outside the window. Clark sat in the center without squinting, holding his half-drunk bottle of baby gin in his hand, opening the lid and taking a sip, the corners of his mouth squirming, closing his eyes and savoring it for a long time before shaking his head and sighing.

"A landscape composed mostly of holograms, but it has to attract people to stop and linger and sigh in their hearts." Cornell muttered to himself, his fingers gently rubbing the delicate little bottle in his hand. "The images are piled up, isn't it just a miserable white, what's there to see?" He muttered quietly.

"But these words came out of the mouth of you, a veteran tourist who travels to the Four Seasons eight times a year." Roger glanced disdainfully at his father. "Consumption discounts, fixed suites, you are about to take this home when you are old, but you accuse the two of us of being greedy for beautiful scenery." He shuddered with his eyes closed, then continued to focus on the silver-white world outside the cable car.

"The criticism is right, fair and reasonable." Connell never seemed to be concerned about his disrespectful attitude towards his son. "But I have to be clear, I don't like this place for the rockery and the pool." Old Clark said with his head held high.

"You mean what's in the cup?" Roger couldn't help but turn his head again. "That's even less clever, can you always stop beating yourself up when you preach to your juniors, and you have to occupy a high position to convince people."

"So do the yearning and longing for freedom count as high positions?" Cornell asked with a smile.

"Freedom? In such a roaming spaceship? I'm sorry, Father, but please forgive me for not having enough imagination. ”

"That's exactly what I want to say." The smile on Cornell's face was even worse. "There is nowhere to escape, but there is a dazzling luxury cruise ship, confined and relaxed, dull and fun, we are in a vacuum, the outside world is a fleeting cemetery of life, death swimming in the window, she is so close, so close that you can almost hear the shuddering breath, and what are we doing in such an environment? Lie lazily by the pool and tan yourself by the simulated light source, or take the cable car to ski on the rockery. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The old man's chatter had already made Roger beside him feel impatient.

"Freedom is relative, boy." Cornell told him immediately. "There is no cruel reference to the comparison, and the word is just an abstract concept, if you know what I mean."

"Come less, hold your own lofty and absurd ideas." Roger pouted. "As a preaching, they can be clearly unqualified." He rolled his eyes in disagreement.

"Uncle, do you want to say that the lack of free speech caused by the information control of the Security Committee of the Silver Alliance in recent years, the information classification system, and the Seventh Amendment have made you want to escape?" Jonny couldn't help but ask after listening to the argument between father and son.

"Hmm...... Not really, but you're right. Cornell thought for a moment with his mouth flattened, noncommittal to Jonny's words.

"He's not going to care about these trivial matters of free speech, JFK, he's greedy for pleasure and has a habit of gambling, and this ship is based on the original sin of human nature, you see, it's a match made in heaven." Roger immediately debunked him, causing Cornell to immediately open the cap and take another sip of the wine.

"Still can't fault it, boy, and to be honest, apart from the lazy nature and disrespectful face that came from me, you can always step on the ground when you reveal it, and make people speechless." Poor old Clark shook his head with a wry smile. "I think you're more like your mother......" he said suddenly, which made Roger, who had been smug on his face, retract his smile and frown and ignore him.

"The genus of the heart, the five senses, whether it is hatred or fear, I think everyone may have a taboo topic that they don't want to face, and they say ...... escape," Cornell's voice paused suddenly.

"Maybe we're all ignoring a seemingly insignificant but weird fact." He looked lonely, playing with the bottle that was almost bottoming out.

"Oh? What is it? Jonny's heart skipped a beat at the moment at Cornell's words.

"The ghosts of the past, the hidden dangers of today." Cornell replied to Johnny in cryptic words, his face raised, his gaze fixed on the blue hologram above the cable car, where the ship's stationary television station was broadcasting news summaries from the major mainstream media that had just been collected by the ultra-long-range communication base station. Fox is pretty, and is announcing the news of the triumphant return of the major fleets of the Silver Alliance from the Bald system.

In the picture, on the side of the Anubis Star Gate, which is as soft as mist, a large number of Silver Alliance ships are constantly emerging in a dense formation, and the background music is playing the great composer of the Federal Era, Aziz. Lian Man's famous song "Triumph", and Elle, who is known as the "Ice Beauty". Fawkes was showing a rare smile, and his delicate and pretty face was like a slowly blooming first stamen.

"The main fleet has returned to the Martial Emperor, and the noble lady who has been naked for nearly a year has finally put on her clothes again, you see, even our little Ellie obviously understands this simple truth." Conor smiled at the hologram, as if he had forgotten the topic that had just been discussed, while Jonny had clearly been thinking about it.