Chapter 9: The Beginning of Cruelty -3

In September, it was cloudy, and the atmospheric humidity exceeded the standard by about 12%. Shinjuku, Japan.

"Team-18 requests a local blockade," the pilot grabbed the air intake on the right side of the spherical capsule and made a rough adjustment, and the airbrake opening was 0. "Now enter the warning zone."

"This is 'Tanimoto Village Town', and the estimated end time is 22:59, and the low-altitude patrol operation will begin."

The wingtips of the F-15J cut into the clouds, dividing the turbidity white boundary of the two-way length gradient, and the pitch cone bloomed in segments as the radius of the fin-shaped ripple was tilted left and right. The dull sound due to the acceleration rupture is delayed for about 3 seconds, and it comes from the stabilizer plane, and the sound is as short as a hiccup.

"'Throttle', the communication is clear," Yuri glanced at the head-up monitor, "Do you have a conformal fuel tank?" โ€

"Throw it away sooner or later," Justice sighed. "Plus, plus, plus."

The free electric layer reverted back into the head of the bubble chamber with a silver light, and the HUD eye detection immediately corrected the real-time brightness.

Yuri frowned. Just circle the demarcated area a few times, check as usual, and then return to landing. Unless deliberately targeted attacks, there are no people who are stupid enough to wander around indefinitely within the scope of control, not to mention that it is still noon next door.

Maybe I can buy a lottery ticket, and the odds of hitting future headlines with my foot patrol, Yuri exclaims that it's a pity. "Turn on the beacon mode, enter the receiving range and transmit the IFF interrogation signal." He reduced the thrust to 15% of the standard power, "'Front-18', which captured a dynamic frequency at 2.1416, presumed to be a non-threatening object, is currently on the interception trajectory. โ€

Yuri was so busy checking the X-band data that she didn't notice the magical color of the clouds above.

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Here's a little speculation about the "self":

As a premise for judging whether the object is "complete" or not, subjective restriction is not allowed.

For example, the monarch is obsessed with eating a certain fruit, and he thinks that durian is the best in the world, and it is blasphemous for civilians to touch it. The proposition is on the person who speaks, not on the person's will.

The edict was issued layer by layer, and then imposed on the subjects, assuming that everyone believed in it from the bottom of their hearts that it was a holy thing, then

"Ah, he's a tyrant, it's terrible"

"Ah, let's resist"

and "the prince will have a kind of Xiangning"

None of these situations exist because positions and beliefs have collapsed.

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"Self" means that it is no longer conditioned by circumstances.

It can even temporarily exempt a person from death before they can react.

"Thinking" is a prerequisite for this.

It is very difficult not to deceive oneself by external forces, although the two are in a state of symbiosis, but at any time, the mind will be faster than the body, and the party with the right to decide likes to be a father.

As one of the hundreds of millions of brain cells involved in the show, it's normal to be occasionally confused.

That's probably science.

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Minato-ku, Tokyo.

The Doppler path budget refreshed a message and headed in within thirty seconds.

Yuri looked down, and the high-speed Quhua faintly penetrated into an arc, filtered by the mist, and shimmered with a gilded golden sharp light.

The target broke through the corners of the slice, and the surface tension peaked instantaneously, and it glided in pitch against the stacked folds, and the sharp flaps scraped the condensation circles to cut several clouds into equilateral.

"Decelerate, open thirty-five, manual tracking." Yuri flexed and stretched to the right, relying on the impulse to climb, "This is 8x14e, you have reached the field empty bridge. Please contact the tower for verification of relevant identity data, landing number 217E5, please reply. โ€

Electrical signal packets, forcibly decoded and sent in seventeen languages. Yuri hovers two-fifths of the way above the ceiling, and the tail marks behind him look like a Mรถbius ring.

"Front-18 calls the frequency, the other party does not answer, ends." Yuri's peripheral microphone slid to her lips, "Please compare the models." โ€

"'Tanimoto Muracho' calls Front-18, marks the subject as 'unshaped object', shoots it down, and approves it."

The air-to-air missile inclination slides out of the mounting slot.

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But time seemed to be gone, and something sprouted in his brain.

Some of the feathers flashed, and the rest was incomparably clear.

That's fire.

Flames lunged at him, eating at the arm bones he used to shield.

In the light that could not be seen directly, the figure read the Bible in a low voice.

Yuri lifts the lid of the transmitter and taps the button.

He heard the brimstone-drenched spirits laughing wildly, and though their mouths and noses were filled with lava, they still cursed the world.

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"We did have the idea of blocking the news, but they blew up the landmark." The governor sighed, "Didn't the cabinet reply?" โ€

"Yes, if you put a large curtain over the ruins." The Minister of Defense replied, "The evacuation has begun to be organized here, and I will call you later." โ€

The governor slowly put the phone back in place.

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HR is sitting in a precarious position, and in front of him is a lifelong enemy.

Holding the murder weapon, he raised his hand elegantly, and when the tangent cold light flew past, and the blood precipitated like cherry blossoms falling, the master indifferently put away the knife and forked the four steaks with perfect proportions into his mouth in turn.

It's a pity that a phone call put an end to this elegant war once and for all.

"U.S. Embassy."

"I'm eating breakfast," HR pushed his glass open, "What's up?" โ€

There was an awkward silence over there.

"Wait," HR confirms that the switch labeled "Dirty filter" has changed from "ON" to "OFF", and picks up the microphone. "Okay, let's talk about it."

"I've found something amazing."

"Oh, what?"

"Tokyo Tower," the other party was obviously in an explosive state of mind, "there was a sudden bang that morning, and guess what?" It took two mines for ZXL to blow the Shinjuku Self-Defense Force to pieces, but unfortunatelyโ€”"

"It fell on top of Tokyo Tower," HR nodded. "The storm wants to fire. (Original: That's really news.)"

"Help convey it to the Cabinet Research Institute, and in ten minutes, the H genius will be airborne on their faces." HR glanced at his watch, "That's all, oh yes, tell them to spray more air fresheners, and having a meeting is a homophone in Japanese." โ€

โ€œ... Good. โ€

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The following is a description of the L01 procedure test records carried by "Original Sin No. 4".

Reporting Officer: Justice.

"We already have a preliminary plan."

Based on the damage lines captured by the dispersion system and the carbon-14 determination formula for living tissues, this part of the incomplete absorption of light is likely to have come from 140 million years ago.

The argument that the past time coordinates of the "original sin" are accurately described in terms of actual numbers does not hold waterโ€”

When removing the small ports for specimens, the operator noticed that only the particle surface below 0.0080714 was of a normal nature, and all data except the cited source was mothballed after a failed attempt to deploy the high-level wide-angle.

Visually, Element 3 appears to be a projection of the present time produced by iterative folds, and the comparison becomes apparent after the emission of the sample to one-tenth of the speed of light.

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On the night of the 14th, the core overflow reaction was observed, and in view of the small area of impact and the absence of OJR agents at the time of the leak, only the magnetic cabin leading to the 8/y (Tokyo Tower) area was temporarily opened to maintenance personnel.

On the 19th, the analysis of element 3 officially began.

4/y creeping is five rings connected in parallel, each with a Hebrew marking.

When arranged in normal order, they form a noun "Usdom". After OJR surveyed, it was found that the rock formation of the site was hollowed out, containing sulfur dust and a large amount of flammable gas, and there had been at least a major morphological change of grade 4-11 before.

The most recent ejection of "Usdom" was recorded in 1790, when the lateral blast alone swept away 9 square kilometers of the mountain, and the fire was clearly visible in the lower reaches of the Jordan River.

Behind the stone bed stand a group of monuments, each one a person high, made of what appears to be a sudden temperature of mineral mud.

Unless otherwise noted, A105e refers to the "original sin" of unclassified falling objects in the document.

If the A105e organ fails, it will dehydrate and decompose within 7 seconds, and the subject who touches this part will have the illusion of touching the ashes.

The diffusion tensor imaging of A105e appears as a cognitive processing system generated by several pathways, using "" for consciousness transmission. A105e's stress-receiving tissues have been confirmed dead, but the ฮฒ waves that wander backwards trigger thalamic dendritic projections, and A105e is physiologically viable.

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Records of all contamination caused by A105e

ฮด: (Indirect) Exponential increase in cocaine levels in OJR operators' body fluids, with grade 2/3 psychiatric impairment, fainting, and amnesia.

Theta: Due to an overwhelming attack from "loneliness", the operator's balance perception briefly disintegrates. After repeated repetitions, it can be concluded that the order of influence is inversely proportional to the range of action.

ฮฑ: No logs

ฮฒ: Cognitive associations of unknown origin are established within two seconds, during which all vital signs of the operator cease until the pons projected by A105e is severed.

The descriptions after breaking away from the derivative network vary from person to person, and the only similarity is that they all have a sense of worship of 'meeting the gods'.

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"Above." Justice closes his Macbook.

"Question," Gradient Engineer Liang Jiajin raised his hand, "you mentioned the Iterative Mirage. โ€

"Uh-huh." J definitely.

"The year obtained using the depleted half-life of the uranium isotope."

"Yes."

"It's purple." Liang Jiajin used a supertone.

"It's a pleasure to hear." J didn't shy away from looking the other person in the eye, "The Leaf theory isn't lofty at all, it's just funny. โ€

The latter was silent for a long time, "Nevermind."

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"It's a painting."

The erosion area is filled with carved patterns, and the elegant brushstrokes are as thin as mosquitoes.

Curiously, the text does not press under the hyperplastic cortex like a traditional tattoo, but somehow clings to the torso.

In simple terms, it floats in the air.

Circling around the huge heart a few times, HR opened the golden mouth.

"Painting?" The governor scratched his neck.

"Paint." HR nodded, "It tries to explain how 'program symbiosis' works. โ€

"Are you sure?"

"Not at all, I guess." HR replied, "Programs can connect to a central medium and gain great power at the expense of sensory functions. โ€

The governor's face was bewildered with a capital letter.

"If someone like this person is intellectually impaired, he will force the same frequency of brain waves and turn others into big fools," HR said, "obviously earned." โ€

"Blood-earned."

"yes," HR said with a serious face, "how happy it is to play games around the Christmas tree every day." โ€