"If the roots of a tree rot, the tree is not saved. The Psychic Storm program had been in place for twenty years before Canedy, and by the time Canedi came to power, it had been a long time coming. In the end, Canedi tried to use absolute power to overthrow the absolute domination of the world by the Mind Hive Master, and he failed. ”

After listening to the old man's introduction, Duck shrugged: "What does this have to do with me?"

"If you aspire to absolute power, you have to know it, you have to know the consequences of using it, right?"

"Okay, go on. But perhaps all I can understand is combat. ”

"Of course, because except for the two glorious groups of soldiers and officials, the rest of the class has become a miserable wretch, completely deprived of free will in the true sense. ”

"Booth-controlled psychic hive?"

"No, that only played a little bit in the final stages. The root is not in the technology he masters. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"Of course, Second Lieutenant O'Bos, as a role model among the military, you never wanted to cross the line and see the lives of the 'people'. And the officials, those who enjoy vested interests, will not even go to open the toilet lid to see how dirty and smelly it is in the deepest part. ”

"So in the end Booth became the king of the toilets?"

The old man smiled, "It seems that you still remember everything in the past." So, how about we do an experiment?"

"What experiment?"

"There is a high-fidelity hologram virtual experience machine here, which can simulate different occupations and different identities for you, so that you can experience and appreciate a new life in a short time. Would you like to experience the life of civilians in the month before the destruction of Atalantis? I promise, if you go in and experience it, all your confusion will be solved. ”

"I refuse, because I don't see much good, but the danger is obvious: you can mess around in my head. I don't feel like I can fully trust you right now. ”

The old man said calmly: "The good thing is that as long as you experience it, I will immediately hand over all the information of the Mind Storm Project to you, including the armor and sword you just inquired about." Even if you take it and destroy the world, it doesn't matter. ”

"How long will it take? I'm in a hurry. ”

"Ten minutes and you can experience life for about three days. ”

"It's a deal. ”

The old man smiled weirdly: "Of course, there is also a possibility that you are immersed in that world and do not want to wake up. I will wake you up, but I will respect your choice. ”

"Then it's decided, what do I do?"

With the sound of rolling, under the metal floor, a large bed like an operating table slowly rose, with a glass hood at the head of the bed and restraints around it.

"Go lie down, relax, and get some sleep. I'll give you a survival basics package, and basic life skills for free, so you don't have to go in and be clumsy and can't survive. ”

"Don't underestimate me, old man—you have to talk. ”

"Of course. Last sentence, always remember your responsibilities. ”

Duck lay on the operating table, his restraints snapped around him, and he was gently encircled, soft music playing from inside the glass hood.

Soon, Duck fell asleep.

When Duck woke up again, it was already the first dawn.

He was covered with plain blue and white checkered sheets, the pale green curtains were gently lifted by the morning breeze, and a ray of golden sunlight warmed the whole room.

"Brother, brother, get up quickly! Don't get up late again! Hurry up, your coat laundry has been delivered, I will put the information terminal on the table for you, the bread and milk are warm, the first section is in the lecture hall, I will go first!"

Riley is a little busy. Duck smiled and pushed open the bedroom door and went out.

It was a modest living room, with a large mirror in the corner, a crisp coat hanging from a hanger that looked like a school outfit, milk still steaming on the table, and bread with jam on a plate.

Suddenly, the personal information terminal on the table let out a piercing roar: "Don't go out again, die, die, don't go out—"

Duck slapped him shut up, then rushed into the bathroom to wash up, and rushed out like a whirlwind, drank the milk, buttoned up his shirt, stuffed his personal terminal into his bag, put on his coat, and rushed out with bread in his mouth.

It seemed to be an apartment, with narrow and high stairs, food delivery people running up and down, busy, and a few of the more unrestrained owners, wearing only a pair of underwear, with the door open, sleepily slumped on the couch fiddling with their personal terminals.

Duck rushed out of the apartment and saw a straight, wide, silver-gray street. In the middle of the street is a constant stream of vehicles, and on both sides are a conveyor-like automatic slide that is slowly moving forward, and the slide is full of people.

Dark's personal terminal called again: "Let's go, let's go, you have to learn to grow up on your own;

Duck was about to die of shame, what a joke this is, he reached into his hand and punched: "Shut up, talker!"

But no one paid attention to him, everyone was busy looking down at the information terminal on their wrists.

A vacant seat appeared on the slide ahead, and Duck stepped up and entered his school's address on the virtual console, breathing a sigh of relief.

These auto slides will get you where you want to go – as long as you allow enough time.

"Young man," said an old man next to him, "young man, why don't you put on the terminal? ”

"Uh...... It makes me a little uncomfortable. ”

"Then how do you post a huge blog? How do you shop online? How do you watch the latest and hottest information?"

An aunt's voice came out of the uncle's information terminal: "Don't care about other young people, this is called personality." Is your giant blog comment finished? The one you manually watered the flowers?"

"No, there are more than thirty more. ”

"Isn't that a hurry?"

"Oh, oh. ”

Darke was confused, but, it seems, the personal terminal must be worn?

Putting on the terminal, he suddenly felt that he was the same as others, and an inexplicable sense of security arose.

He had just calmed down for a while, and suddenly, the uncle next to him turned his back to the sky and shouted hysterically: "The cat is dead!"

Duck shuddered. Before the shivering was over, everyone shouted at the same time: "The cat is dead!"

Then, the five-fingered fingers flew like a fly, and everyone poked their information terminals like crazy, and the whole street instantly became quiet, as if the roar just now was completely non-existent.

Dark's personal terminal shouted for the third time: "Niu Niu Niu, Niu Niu Niu ......"

Duck hurriedly accepted the message, opened it and saw that it was an instant message from Riley, and Riley was so excited that her face turned red: "Brother, brother, the cat is dead, the cat is dead!"

"Hmm, this one...... Uh-huh—" Duck was unsure of what the "cat died" would mean, and asked tentatively, "and then?"

"What's the matter, you don't care about such a big thing, the cat is dead, the cat is dead!"

"Trapp?

"Internet celebrity Trapp, the one who has two hours of live webcasts every day, the one we are going to watch in class today, his cat is dead!"

Duck looked confused: "What's the matter with me?"