In November, late autumn, it starts to get colder.

Herbert stood up from a pile of atomic dust, scattered light cutting his shadow out of the air. He glanced at his watch, the first number was 3, which was as dazzling as the 9 after cutting, the second number was obscured by the sapphire landing scars, and the last number was going back. Herbert touched the edge of the dial, and the rough texture suddenly alerted him to the fact that he was still within the deadline.

But the next second, his legs became as stiff as the moon tide, and the electrical signals exploded around his brain processing, emptying and squeezing out all the "impressions" he was thinking, and the cold gradually turned into fear. Herbert's eyes were white, and he lowered his head, the faintly recognizable grains of snowflake sand on the ground burning his optic nerve.

He doesn't remember why he's here.

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His memory is not far away, no matter how much public opinion there is, taking catalytic drugs helps him keep his brain activity agile and clear, and sometimes he feels that he is writing a novel, and he doesn't need to think about it at all, and the longer the article, the more faded the front.

He cleared a lot of things, the past that he thought should be replaced by something more important, and he went in one direction, and he felt that the mistake was nothing more than the opposite of the other.

But some things are "coexisting" rather than "or". __________________________

On the 16th, the target was observed that the 7th annular satellite of the Comuwei family was currently located at a sag angle of 64 degrees, and the keyhole had been stuck to 27 centimeters in the opposite direction. In a relay projection area about two kilometers below it, Disketten accessed the fast-lift diamond hole and climbed at one-half the speed of sound after a brief increase in line-of-sight error.

HR stood by the window, the blue glass cutting an inner T gradient silhouette on the black of the ground behind him, and the pupils reflected a dull purple matte.

"Oh, 'I'll help you' kill him." HR is snarky and sarcastic.

The drumbeat of the door stopped, and the weight smashed into the shadows with dust and a short, powerful vibration.

"That's enough." The man whispered.

"What can you do?" HR doesn't look back. "Kill me? I'm just lazy. ”

"But I'm the executioner," said the former's voice, mixed with the sound of a bolt. "You still don't understand? It's all part of the script. ”

"Do you want to keep one for yourself?" HR shook his head, "I want to laugh, but forget it in order to fit the atmosphere." Sending you to execute me by implication is very much in line with their touching intelligence, but they want to save money and get you at least a few automatic machine guns to suppress or something..... Is it a shot into the soul? ....." he smiled, the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into splinters by the relative rebounding mass. “...... It's too arrogant. ”

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A coherent explosion illuminated the arcing horizon of the sun that had not yet been raised, and the shock wave was scorching, like the distillation of magma, but silent. Deadly poison powder was sprinkled into the teacup, and the hands had just moved to the second Roman numeral perpendicular to it.

It was a meteor, its black-brown fluorescent swirls around its core, like a fireplace flame rushing out of its flue, and it disdains elegance, for goodness and slenderness are only a cover for weakness and despair.

Soon it stopped, unfolded at a constant speed, and a part of it broke away from its half-angle and turned up, a prismatic texture outlining its origin. It wasn't a fallen meteorite, and there were no words to describe this creation.

"Do you remember me?" Goin looked into the void.

"Nope." The other laughed, "It's been a long time, are you free?" ”

"I'm free," said Goin, "and you're long dead, by the way." ”

"Oh, yes." His voice was a mixture of remembrance and sarcasm. "Of course, the direction of history belongs to the victors, I don't belong to this era, they say I'm dead, well, I'm really dead."

"It's none of your business," Goin stared in the direction of the source. "Really?"

"You're so humorous," the latter laughed maniacally, "is there any difference?" I'm a fish, just chop it. There are no crimes, what are you doing? ”

"You're right," Goin smiled after a moment of silence. "I can't change it, and it's really annoying." The compressor on his wrist popped out, pointing at the other's forehead.

"I'm glad you're finally on the road," the figure nodded in approval. "See you in hell, Dr. Goin."

"Won't keep you waiting too long." Goin's eyes were gilded with the glow of charged particles.

The swarm of light illuminates the seventh orbit for a few seconds, then fades into the darkness of the universe.

The asteroid floating not far away was pierced by the quantum beam, and the crack gradually became transparent, and then exploded, and the debris was covered with small charred black particles, which did not dissipate due to low gravity, and condensed into the void in a spherical state.

The figure looked at Goin with pity.

"You're a bastard." Goin withdrew his wrist pistol, "but compared to giving in before parliament like this." I prefer to leave the life of someone who has carved deep marks in my life. ”

"I don't know if you'll regret it," Noah asked. "But what do you live for?"

"Fate." Goin said. "When I was a child, I occasionally had a sense of superiority that 'if you die, you need a gorgeous curtain call', and later I realized that it was just a symbol of Form 2."

"And now?" Noah was surprised that he could utter the Japanese word.

"It's a reality."