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180. I Have a Dream (Two in One)

For tech nerds, monitoring is no problem. As long as you type a few commands on the control table next to you, a small part of the screen wall in front of you has been replaced with pictures on Guam and the sea. Remote monitoring has never been a problem for 001.

"Three minutes left, three minutes left~ What should I do next? Would you like to look through the secret archives of Tianjing? Maybe I'll find something good~"

Sitting in the high-backed chair and stretching, 001 squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Huh? What is that? ”

But the flashing handwriting in the drone footage in the archive made her blink subconsciously. Somewhat dignified, she maneuvered a drone in the archives to the place where she had just noticed that something was wrong. The high-resolution camera clearly shows a qiē.

It was a small box stored inside a filing cabinet. It was placed next to the pile of texts that DS-1 and others had asked to be cleaned up. Like an indifferent passer-by, he quietly watched his companion ruin Miè. But what attracts 001's attention is not the box itself, but the label under the box? Warning note.

"'The connection between the modern economic report and the ship mother society, from the restoration of the ancient people's technology to the present and the future development'? What the hell is this? ”

Looking at the awkward words on the label, No. 001 was slightly stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the logo on the report.

"A year and a half ago? Admiral's report? ”

Faced with the familiar name on the label, Number 001 blinked in disbelief.

In my impression, the Admiral has always been the impression of a marginal good man? And what's even stranger is that compared to the square printing machine fonts around it, it is obvious that the words hanging under this black box are handwritten. That Juanxiu's font even made No. 001 feel a little uncomfortable.

Only a year and a half ago. Manually written words, deliberately released black boxes, this is obviously how suspicious and suspicious things are. I don't look at that text, I can always look at this, right?

001 thought about it and didn't think he had made a big mistake, so he let the drone get closer to the black box.

On top of the black box hung a small keyhole that looked unusually delicate. However, in the face of the outer space technology supported by DS-1, there is no doubt that they are all scum, and the pattern of the box lock can be thoroughly read out after a slight scan with the robotic hand. Easily opened the wooden box that had been sealed for a long time.

I don't know if it's because it's been stored for too long, but a puff of black smoke emits out the moment the box is opened. No. 001 didn't care so much, and he flew forward with the drone to observe.

“…… Minute? ”

Looking at the small thin book lying flat in the box, No. 001 blinked in surprise.

Such a weird thing is just a debate meeting minutes?

Number 001 took a closer look at the title.

'The 42nd Debate of the Naval Academy, Proposition: Is the Society We Live in Good or Bad? Organizer: Tianjing Naval Academy. ’

Invited guests: Administrator of the Tianjing Central Think Tank, Recorder of the General Headquarters of the Tianjing Combined Fleet, Captain of the Tianjing Coastal Defense Fleet, Deputy Director of the Science and Technology Department of the Tianjing Central Management. Special Moderator: Archivist of Tianjing Central Think Tank. ’

"Just an ordinary naval debate, huh? Why is it here? ”

Looking at the participants above, No. 001 became more and more confused.

This Wen Jiàn hidden in the box obviously reveals a strange aura. Handwritten words and phrases. The tangled feeling of locking it in the deepest part with a lock is not an ordinary file at all.

In other words, this file actually has some evil places, so it is collected here by the administrators?

But that's too cautious, isn't it? What's in there?

Number 001 looked at it with doubt. But just after reading the first paragraph of Nawen Jiàn, her pupils subconsciously contracted into pinholes because of shock.

‘…… Let me start by saying that we are now in an era of peace. Today's social model doesn't seem to be problematic. However, we are undoubtedly an absolutely deformed society. It is a ship mother as the leading, with subspace as the main force. A society that doesn't know why it is. ’

It's the Admiral.

Just look at the remarks on the hand-copied Juanxiu words next to you, and you know that the person who said this. It was her admiral.

The black female handwriting was recording a series of shocking words from that year.

Decades of technological progress have not been possible, the people are insensitive, and the progress of the war has been delayed again and again. Compared with the first 100 years, we can almost say that we have made no progress in these years. ’

'The sea has been seized repeatedly, and resources have been wasted meaninglessly in various places. At first, I thought that the purpose of this directive was to curb certain people in the headquarters and curb their ambitions. But a hundred years have passed. I'm not afraid to say anything, these acts of curbing the local governors have undoubtedly become our graveyard. I think now humanity is putting nine out of ten of its resources in meaningless directions. ’

That's right, I think you should know very well that I'm talking about the ship's maintenance facilities. I'm afraid that many admirals just don't know why, and have no idea how much money and maintenance is going on in these places. Then I have a string of numbers on my side. You can all take a look. If you think all the numbers I'm talking about are fart, then you can go to the director of the think tank and ask him what he thinks. Having agreed on these numbers, let's move on to the next topic. ’

“……”

No. 001 subconsciously glanced at the number jù recorded on the printer paper. The amount of consumption marked above even made him feel dizzy.

It's literally dozens of astronomical numbers. Even No. 001 wonders if human society is putting all its resources on these things. More than tens of millions of tons of alcohol and food consumed every day? Luxury goods processing factories all over the world? 3 percent of human society is processing luxury goods?

"What is this......

Comparing his standard of living in Guam, No. 001 felt as if he was eating pig food.

Black tea, ice cream, a variety of drinks, clothes, and a variety of snacks that are available 24 hours a day. It's not scary to be alone. Two people are not terrible, but the entire fleet, the whole town and the shipwrecks of the town guard live this kind of life? What kind of figure is that consumption?

And now it's not a town guard house, but all, all, of the town guard office close to the headquarters overseas. It's all about living like this. Even those who move fleets are more or less like that.

Rather, this kind of life in Guam is simply unique.

No. 001 was covered in cold sweat and subconsciously looked down.

'What's wrong?' All dumb? Looks like you've realized how big these numbers are, right? The brother who was still shouting to me just now that this is the right thing to be, you come out for a moment. ’

'Since you've just yelled at me that you're right, I'd like to ask, how many of these things are necessary for life?' Or how many things have to be there to live? Without these things, they would have to die? ’

“……”

As if he had been at a debate conference a year and a half ago, 001 felt like he was being oppressed by something invisible.

Just by looking at the words written on it, you can fully feel how arrogant and arrogant your own admiral was a year and a half ago. He can even oppress the other side as a person. Even the aura of all the invited guests.

'Can't tell? I'm here to tell you, the answer is zero, not at all. These things have changed from the very beginning of rewards, rewards, and meritorious contributions to battles, to the current standard, into necessities. This is not right. This is very wrong. Do you remember the way the ship's mother originally shared weal and woe with the admiral? Is it written in the textbook? Of course, I don't know. I didn't go to class. ’

But look at your expressions, right? Then I asked Mr. Kaga and Mr. Akagi to collect some information. You can take a look. This is the combat record of that year. ’

The yellowed paper was followed by a shocking array of information.

The Seawolf Independent Fleet, on the way back from the reconnaissance mission, encountered a large force of deep sea, 32 people were killed, the admiral was seriously injured and dying, and the main force of the deep-sea fleet was defeated, and the first-class combat medal is hereby issued. All members of the ship have a lifelong honorary title, three boxes of black tea, fifty boxes of wine, and ten boxes of cigarettes. ’

'Ryukyu coastal assault battle, which lasted forty-six days. 13,687 were killed, 2,744 could not be re-attacked, and 3,612 were killed, successfully seizing Ryukyu and the surrounding 500 nautical miles. All members of the special task force have collective first-class meritorious service, and those who have died in battle have special meritorious service, and all combatants are entitled to special leave for three months. ’

'New Zealand fought in parallel for 167 days. 6,533 convoys and 1,673 admirals were killed, and the New Zealand garrison was successfully established. ’

The ratio of the ship's mother to the admiral's death is about 4:1, and it can be said that every battle is piled up with human lives and the ship's mother's life. If you don't pile up human lives, you can't win. Then let's take a look at the most recent information, and let's count them. ’

'The total number of ship deaths in the world in the most recent year, 7497. Admiral deaths, 113. It was all accidental. ’

It was all an accident! ’

At this point, even the recorder seemed to feel a little trembling, and smeared a series of ink on the paper, rendering those words extremely large and terrifying.

Even No. 001, who was far away in Guam, felt a trace of cold sweat oozing from his forehead because of that sentence. It's not because of anything else, it's just because of the aura revealed in the words, and I can fully feel the anger and disdain of the person who said it.

It seemed that even the recorder was a little excited, and the next words became more and more expanded.

'Our gross domestic product is 700 times that of that year!' Our population is forty times larger than it was back then! We have 1,200 times more troops than we did back then! But what about our territory ?! Retrogression! ’

'Greenland's Governor's Palace, lost!' Southern Australia, lost! Madagascar, lost! You might say, ah, we've at least taken it somewhere else, but what the fuck is the deep sea rushing in and you're fighting back against the shore-based batteries! Top egg! ’

'What are we rising year by year?' The admiral's molestation case against the ship's mother has reached a new high every year, and the per capita expenditure of the ship's mother is even more sesame, and the luxury industry is simply a rocket team. What are we descending on? Scientific research funds, ancient people science and technology restoration projects, I know that there are thirty-six scientific research groups that have stepped down this year, and then what are they studying? A better life for the ship's mother! It's a ball of shit! ’

That last exclamation mark was like a twisted line of lightning that ran through the side of the notebook. No. 001 also subconsciously woke up because of this, and with some trembling maneuvers the drone turned to the next page.

The closer the page got to the bottom, the angry words became clearer. It's as if it's alive, and it roars at the people of the past.

'That kid just came out again?' Come, you said that the ship's mother is fighting life and death in front, should we help them relax? Yes, that's right, it's true, the ship's mother is fighting life and death in front, and we help them in the back, it should be, yes, you're right. ’

But why did the ship's mother fight to the death? They don't have a self-will? No, they trust us, believe in us, and pin everything on us. If we really want to make the ship mother good, what should we do? Keep them out of war! War makes women go away! But what are we doing now? Trick them into dying with good food and drink! ’

So you say this social world is good? All I can say is the world of bullshit! A bunch of guys take the money to send the little girls to death, shit! All fucking shit! From top to bottom, from left to right, including the highest leader, one by one the corpses hold on to their little power and don't let go, always thinking about maintaining the status quo and sending the ship's mother to death, do you ask me if it's okay? All I can say is your mother's better! A bunch of dog stuff that stepped on the corpse of the ship's mother and drank human blood! It's not as good as a fart! ’

The last exclamation point, along with a myriad of inks, drowned out the pages that followed.

There seemed to be some plan on the back sheets, but because the ink was completely spilled on the paper, not even a word could be read clearly. Faced with the shock that seemed to blow over his face, it took a long time for 001 to realize the fact that he was holding his breath.

Even the palms of his hands showed a trace of undeserved smoothness, and his forehead was full of sweat. Looking at the last words on it, 001 felt as if he had opened Pandora's box.

"I thought the old man would come to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be a new guest......"

"Who?!"

Listening to the sudden sound in the speaker, No. 001 subconsciously manipulated the drone to look behind him. Behind the invisible drone, I don't know when a brown-haired woman wearing glasses has been standing. The slightly mature face is completely different according to the vast majority of ship girls.

The black eyes hidden under the frame seemed to be able to see through the camouflage, staring directly at the invisible drone. The black mist that had begun to emanate from the box at the tips of his fingers gradually dispersed into smoke and dust, and disappeared without a trace.

"If you don't mind, can you thief talk to my old bone? Think of it as compensation for you ruining these texts. ”

Grabbed the drone suspended in mid-air and couldn't dodge, the brown-haired woman said lightly.

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