Chapter Twenty-Three: The Scholar Girl
Roger. Clarke? Human heroes?
After reading this article, it dawned on Jonny that he finally understood the strange behavior of the neighboring table with the hill haircut when introducing himself on the day of admission.
This young man with the same name as the great hero of 'Cyber War' may have encountered countless strange eyes in his life......
But just because the name is the same doesn't mean it's necessarily related, and maybe his parents are avid fans of the heroic general. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile dumbly, and he was quite amused by the thoughts he had germinated, after coming to this world, he could gradually feel that the depression that had been haunting him for a long time had eased, and the soul that had been rotten in his previous life was reviving here.
At the end of the day's lessons, he wandered through the library's data ports, tirelessly searching and reading everything about Landing Day and the obscure war of humanity, so that after a few wonderful and interesting weeks, Jonny was able to piece together the many words that had no idea from the fragments of information in front of him.
The reason why Jonny has a strong interest in this war is not unrelated to the fact that the Silver Alliance seems to be deliberately concealing the truth of that war. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find even a single bit of information about the true origin of humanity or the day Proviston landed in the materials available to him.
Forgetfulness for no reason, a completely unjustified lack of curiosity, Jonny's strange discovery, the people here don't seem to care, and the history before the landing day is a blank. Where did the starship come from, and why did the cyber people choose the Martial Emperor Galaxy as the birthplace of the re-emergence of mankind, there is no trace at all in the authoritative records and official popular science materials.
There is only a very small amount of controversy about this seemingly taboo history of mankind in the unofficial folk discussion boards, and most of the fanatical conspiracy theorists have made unbelievable speculations about the origin of mankind, but none of them mention the word 'earth', which makes Jonny use the word 'fault' for the first time in his mind in the whole deduction of events.
All Jonny knows about the 'Cyber War' is that this protracted first war in the history of human development in the new generation lasted for nearly thirty years, and he accidentally found evidence in a public article that cybermen did not want to be enemies of humans.
Coalition Government Navy's First Fleet, Commander of Operations of the 601 Special Marine Force, Johnson J. Turner, in her career memoirs, notes: "In the early days of warfare, mechanical soldiers did not seem to want to harm humans, and when attacked by humans, they fired only at the legs or armed wrists. Therefore, for every 'iron shell' we exterminate, we have to pay the price of five or six legs and three or four pairs of hands. And sometimes, such numbers belong to only a few people. Brave soldiers in the Marine Corps who were hit in the right hand often continued to shoot with their left hand, so much so that they had to spend their lives on straws and feedings before the advent of intelligent prosthetics. ”
Seeing this, Jonny couldn't help but wonder to himself, the victor of the cyber war is undoubtedly human, and after this? Do cybermen still exist?
He noticed that especially in the use of intelligent robots, human beings are undoubtedly very cautious and quite restrained, which may also explain the fundamental reason why technology has not continued to extend and stagnate.
Jonny reasoned.
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"I don't understand, Luna, in the classroom, students have the right to learn and not to learn, no one forces you to complete the after-class exercises, all the test results are not released to the public, in my opinion, this seems to be a disguised encouragement for students to give up their studies." Jonny walked through the sea of information in front of him quite skillfully, he planned the panel into a dedicated area, set different functions and content orientations, and quickly selected the information he thought was interesting, and quickly browsed through, but all this did not affect his attitude to Luna, who was in the other reading position next to him. Sorkins asks long-standing questions.
"You're just worrying about nothing." Luna's dark brown eyes fixed on her image, her mind immersed in the famous Florentine writer hundreds of years ago. In Kasumba's classic "The Way Home", she was simply dismissive of Jonny's opinion, and said angrily: "To learn or not to learn is a personal matter, no one has the right to decide the future for others, what teachers should do is to educate people, not to intimidate with certificates, and when it comes to the point, whether or not you can listen to learning will have nothing to do with education itself." ”
"Do you mean completely from the perspective of a bystander?" Jonny turned to look at her in surprise, while Luna kept staring at her screen.
"Why not? In this way, there will be a more diversified social pattern, isn't it, this is not a 'better tomorrow' automatic production line, and a person's dedication cannot be learned in school. Naturally, Luna has her own ideas.
"Career-minded? It's an attitude, a combination of a person's innate personality and acquired compromises, and you can't learn it anywhere. Jonny said.
"What kind of dedication do you know? Jonny, you're just a kid. Luna laughed.
"Each other, Luna, each other." Jonny was a little insincere.
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"We are not murderers, Fakhl acquitted on eleven charges"
Jonny relented, and a result popped up in his eyes, and he found a picture news of the Kazmia Fakhl family walking out of the Supreme Court of Angel City decades ago.
The conversation at Taylor's house a few days ago attracted him, and he flipped through the pictures one by one, but when he wanted to click on the extended link, the reading window suddenly flashed orange, and the warning prompt that popped up made him really annoyed.
"We have the right to learn and not to learn, but what authority and level should be strictly divided into the channel information that can best reflect the right to choose freely...... Luna, isn't that weird? Jonny hated to close the unreadable link.
"Isn't it a waste of resources for both sides to give meaningless information from people who don't need to understand?" Luna asked him a little strangely.
"Isn't it our freedom to have the right to know this information?" Jonny was genuinely puzzled by this.
"What does this have to do with freedom? For a non-specialist, does your right to know help move things forward in any way? Luna continued to ask rhetorically.
"But the Information Authority doesn't have the right to make a choice for me, right? Waiver and knowing, these two points are on the same level, they do not contradict each other, at least, I think I should have the right to choose to know. Jonny stood by his opinion.
"Rights and obligations are relative, Jonny, when you can't provide services to obligations, you automatically lose your rights." Luna defines him.
"But don't forget that rights are not given by others, they are innate." Jonny cites memories of his past life's natural rights.
"Nothing is innate, just as you can't rely on other people's charity to get by, you have to fight for everything, and when you become a famous scholar in the Twin Schools, the information classification will naturally open up a part for you." Luna smiled at Jonny.
"That's obviously not what I mean, I'm saying that as public information, we should have the right to know everything. Maybe I'll find out, maybe not, you see, that's the right to choose, it's innate. Jonny explained to her.
Luna smiled and stopped talking, but after a while, Jonny finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Luna?" Did I just say something wrong? ”
"Knowledge is easy to rise, concepts are difficult to change, the balance in your heart has its own balance. So I choose not to argue with you anymore, the same, birthright. The big eyes of the school girl behind the glasses stared at Johnny blinking, and the two couldn't help but smile at each other.