It was the first time I entered the repeater, and it was also the first time I saw the repeater. She didn't quite know what to call the repeater, the outsiders called it "London Repeater" or "Cyberball's repeater", but she didn't have a clear idea of the prefixes "London" and "Cyberball", only that it was the name of a city and an organization, and these names were very different from what was customary in the Governing Bureau.

The London repeater was not as scary as she imagined, and from the appearance of what she saw with her own eyes, it was not even "shocking". Compared to the large and complex structures in the Dominion area, the London Repeater is neither large, nor unique and complex. It looks like a blooming flower, and therefore looks as fragile as a flower. It's such an "inconspicuous" thing on the outside, but it has a powerful power, which is completely different from what I once imagined.

She has never really seen what a repeater looks like, nor has she ever collided with the power of the repeater face to face, all her knowledge of the repeater comes from hearsay and side knocks, and it is the result of analysis from the war situation and the state of the enemy, and every battle that revolves around the repeater will leave clues that will leave clues, and she will pick up these clues and restore the true face of this "terrible weapon" according to her own imagination - however, when she really sees it, it is still a bit beyond imagination.

It's not too strong, but it doesn't look that strong at all, its appearance doesn't match the rumors, and although those methods can't be understood, it's completely unclear how different it is from the technology in the ruling bureau, and who is superior and who is low. It enters the repeater through a beam of "light", and the secret hidden in this "light", as well as its role as a teleporter, cannot be found directly from the experience. Moreover, in the technology of the Domination Bureau, there is no shortage of equipment with a similar effect.

She looked curiously at the "inside" of the repeater, which was not what she had imagined. Even if Takakawa told her that the "inside" of the repeater was very different from the "inside" of a normal material building, there seemed to be nothing different from everything she could see and feel. Maybe it's the material, maybe the mechanical structure is different, maybe it's the construction style is different, but it's still a lot of material piled up together with a specific law. I always felt that the "difference" mentioned by Takakawa had a deeper meaning, but I couldn't find it from what I saw in front of me.

She touches the floor, the walls, every object in the room, breathes deeply, lets the air filter in her analysis machine, and the equipment she carries analyzes the physical properties of the things around her little by little, and deduces its purpose from its comprehensive structure. However, there is nothing new, even if it is different in appearance, and in terms of functionality, it is not too bad to be the daily needs of the aborigines of the Ruling Bureau. Water is still water, and what you drink is what you drink, the ground is also the ground, and the walls are also walls, and the place where people live is still a hollow structure surrounded by four walls, and the food that these outsiders eat and drink every day, and aborigines like her can also eat and drink, and even taste and aesthetics have a lot of similarities.

Overall, the impression of the "inside" of the London repeater is that it is an isolated space where people can live and work. Of course, she also knew that since the repeater had terrifying power, it must also be the core of that power, and that there might be some other equipment operating where she couldn't see it, just as some of the Ruling Bureau's factories would produce "ash particles" and "security guards".

The battle of the repeaters, the operation of the repeaters, the resistance and use of the repeaters to the mystery, all of this cannot be analyzed from what is seen in front of us for the time being. Moreover, it is not surprising that the "internal" capacity of the London repeater is much larger than it appears from the outside, and there are many ways to achieve this effect in the Governing Board technology. If she could, of course she would like to know more about the true nature of these outsiders' "strongest weapons", but these outsiders probably didn't want to, she couldn't help but think.

"Aren't you used to eating?" The girl's voice came from her ears, interrupting her thoughts.

“…… It's ok, I just don't think it's a surprise. Many people may think that this is a blunt and impolite wording, but there is nothing special about it itself, and it is a straightforward conversation in the days of the Ruling Bureau. Moreover, she is not used to dealing with strangers, especially when the other party looks like a child, but in terms of status and thinking ability, it is far different from a child.

At this moment, the person sitting directly across from her at the same table as Mi was Dorothy herself. I don't know very well, whether it's the first time I've seen this person who looks like a child but doesn't feel like a child, from the feeling, familiar and strange are mixed, and the positioning of its youth and characteristics is also very confusing, and the appearance and interior are completely different, and it is impossible to tell whether this girl is a "girl" or not, or even, whether it is a "person". From both observations and intuition, Dorothy's impression was so confused that she didn't know how to answer when she was talking.

"What does it take to be a surprise?" Dorothy asked.

In the face of Dorothy's gaze, she felt a little uneasy, but she was not afraid of anything, but there was a kind of restlessness that made her not want to be exposed to the other party's gaze like this. Just being watched, there is a feeling that it is not good or bad, but it is absolutely uncomfortable. She wanted to concentrate and treat each other politely to every question, but at the same time she couldn't help but think about other things, as if there was such a faint pressure that she had to be distracted. It's like if you don't think about anything else and focus entirely on the girl in front of you, your head will go wrong. It's because I can't really concentrate that I'm so upset, right? I thought so.

"The food and taste are not much different from what we usually eat." It took a while before he spoke.

But Dorothy was quick to ask, "What do you think the difference should be?" ”

Fiddling with knives and forks, the metal makes a thin and crisp sound when it collides, and in the strange uneasiness, people can't help but keep making these sounds, but because of etiquette, they subconsciously press this anxiety. Her eyes wandered, she looked at the things around her that she had repeatedly looked at many times, and began to think back to when she first entered the room, when she had not yet entered the room, when she walked in the long labyrinthine corridor, time seemed to be much slower than what she had experienced at the time, and then, the memories of these replays began to play in sequence: she was connected to the "inside" of the repeater by a beam of light, and saw something that was different in style from the ruling bureau, but very similar in function, and walked through the room, The aisles, like the entire "interior", are a huge lattice building structure.

Then, she is guided to the front of the room by the "voice", pushes the door open, and sees the girl who calls herself "Dorothy". The other party is one of the core figures of the outsiders, and is one of the managers of the London Repeater, so he can talk to them as a representative of these outsiders, and after re-establishing contact with "Sha", he will probably get a representative to talk.

However, the conversation that took place in this room was not a conversation from the standpoint of the representatives of both sides, but more like a private meeting, but it was not entirely like that—there was an ambiguous feeling floating in the air that was difficult to deal with, and she could not define the meaning of this meeting and conversation, and what kind of position she should stand on, and what attitude she should use to communicate with each other.

The room is not large, 100 square meters, and the long table is full of food, and the aroma of the food makes you immediately imagine how delicious it is. The light is from the lit candles, the walls are non-metallic, the floor is covered with a thick, soft cloth of scarlet, and the whole room is dull in tone, but it does not feel eerie. After entering the room, the most immediate feeling is: quiet.

A quiet that makes people feel uneasy, makes people's hearts restless. She had never experienced this kind of silence before entering this room, and she had never imagined that there could be such a restrained silence - her experience had always been polarized, either intense or calm, and there was nothing too intricate, and within the ruling bureau, most things were simple, even if they were complex in form, but their essential feelings were pure, either good or bad, normal or damaged, strong or weak, either life or death, either spiral or right-angled. In contrast, the "inside" of this repeater, up to the room, and the girl across the table, feels very complicated, ambiguous, and chaotic.

Moreover, although the questions asked by the other party feel meaningless and are very boring questions, there seems to be some kind of pressure that cannot be answered, and there are some deep meanings that are different from this meaninglessness and boredom, but these deep meanings are concealed, and even the feelings are only vague and ambiguous. If she could, she didn't want to answer these questions, but when she did, she felt that even "not answering" itself became an answer. She wanted to be careful with her words, but she was not good at or used to doing such things, and there was no moment of peace in her mind, there were always many thoughts coming out, many thoughts diverging out, washing away the thoughts that needed the most attention.

She could only answer subconsciously according to her feelings: "If this meat is not meat...... she could not go on, because she found that she could not properly describe her thoughts: if meat is not meat, what should it be? And "meat" in her meaning is not just an organic food.

"It's just what you think it's meat." Dorothy didn't seem to care about the hesitation, but said in a voice that seemed to be fleeting in her ears: "These foods are just the way you are used to them, and their essence is different from what you think of them." ”

"What do you mean?" Stunned, he raised his head, his gaze staggered with the girl.

"You think it's meat, it's meat. If you think it's something else...... It should be said that if you really want it to be something different, something completely different from what you imagined, it will become like that. But the question is, do you really want it to be different? Can you imagine something beyond your imagination? What you hope for is 'completely different', and what is 'completely different'? If there is no standard, it will not be able to respond to you either. Dorothy explained in a long paragraph, and it took her several seconds to figure out what that meant.

"In other words, I'm not actually eating meat? Not the food I think it is? Actually, I didn't eat my favorite food? Are all these delicacies fake? I couldn't help but ask, but I wasn't asking Dorothy why she was deceiving herself...... After all, whether this is deception or not, I have not figured it out.

"It's not false, but in some ways, it's not true." Dorothy also slipped the meat from her plate, chewing as she said, "However, it does fill your stomach and releases the delicious flavor you need, and whether it is real or not depends largely on your definition and understanding of 'real'." ”

“…… Sorry, I don't quite understand this kind of thing. She could only reply apologetically, for the entanglement of words, the subtle hints, had already dizzed her. She didn't really want to think about these things at all. The food in front of her was edible, filling, delicious without side effects, she felt that it was enough for her to know this, and the rest was to eat them, if she could eat them every day, she would be so lucky. As for whether it is "real" or not? What exactly is "real"? She wasn't interested, and she didn't feel like she was capable of understanding.

"Ah, is that so? Sorry sorry for saying some meaningless nonsense. It's not a surprise, but it's not bad as long as the guests are satisfied. Dorothy said. I only feel that the other party seems to be able to hear her own heart, and every time she asks a question, she steps on a certain point, which makes her feel difficult to deal with, and if she can, she really wants to just be silent and fool around. Moreover, even if the girl kept saying sorry, she didn't feel any sincerity in apologizing, but had ulterior motives.

"It's just a meal, right?" He stopped his knife and fork and emphasized, "We're just talking about food, aren't we?" ”

"Yes. Of course. What else could there be? Dorothy's face seemed expressionless, and it looked like an elusive one