A.D. 2316. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info American District of the Federation of Mankind, New York City.

At midnight, under the starry sky, the train travels through the map of the city like a comet flying in the sky.

"New York City...... It's beautiful. In the empty carriage except himself, the slightly thin blonde boy sighed.

No matter how many times he had been on the airrail, Edward would let out such a sigh of relief every time he passed by Floating Star Station and looked out through the glass windows at the highest point of the city.

In the light, the high-rise buildings and low-rise houses are scattered, and the pillar buildings converted from floating fortresses are organically combined, which not only does not appear crowded, but also makes perfect use of the space. The air rail runs through it unobstructed, connecting every winding street.

Even though Old New York was largely destroyed in World War III, New York was rebuilt on the site of New York City and is still one of the largest metropolises in North America.

It's been two months since Edward came to New York, and he's here to study and heal.

I studied at the university, Beigong University (North American Public Mechanical University), one of the best mechanical universities in North America, and has trained countless mechanics for the Human Federation. The treatment was a terminal illness, heart failure, which was not an incurable disease, but it was not him who got the disease, but his mother who had delayed treatment for a long time.

Edward wished that he could be sick, but unfortunately, it backfired.

The flickering of the light attracted attention, and Edward turned on the floating projection of the smartwatch, turning off the anatomical construction he was looking at before, and floating on the virtual screen in front of him - there were two pieces of information.

"In the new month, are the 'goods' ready? (Wicked laughs) - Naksan

"Dear Edward, please turn in your unfinished homework from the last month as soon as possible, or you will face your first failure in construction. (Flying Kiss) - Teacher Dinah"

Seeing these two messages, Edward smiled slightly mockingly, and immediately turned off the floating projection.

At that moment, his gaze was indescribably cold.

It's all this time...... What else does he care about? Failed? Or are you threatened? If it were a normal day, Edward would have been very anxious when he received these two messages, but now he ...... He was surprisingly calm.

He didn't want to care so much anymore, whether it was that vicious fat man with a wicked smile on his face or that sexy teacher who was as beautiful as a fairy, it wasn't the most important thing for him to think about right now.

Now, Edward must go to see his mother, Ethel.

Her illness had reached its final moment, and if she did not undergo extracorporeal heart culture, she would have no choice but to die. But Edward also knew that as a devout Christian, Ethel would not undergo extracorporeal heart culture, which would kill a whole new life for her.

So, today, it is very likely that Edward will see his mother for the last time.

The empty rail stopped where it should have stopped, and Edward sniffed and quickly stepped off the train.

In front of you, the Dranda Hospital, a floating fortress turned into a floating fortress, is shrouded in pale blue lights, and in the silence of midnight, it looks extraordinarily peaceful.

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"Ed, why are you here again?" Seeing Edward push the door in, the woman on the hospital bed turned her head and smiled slightly.

Ethel is a very beautiful person, even the repetition of time cannot hide her wonderful face, her smooth blonde hair is far more shiny than Edward's short hair, even if she is wearing a wide hospital gown, it can't hide her angelic temperament, so that whenever Edward comes to visit Ethel in the hospital, he feels that he should be the one lying on the hospital bed from the point of view of appearance.

"Aren't you waiting for me to come? I haven't slept so late. Edward replied angrily, and his tone couldn't help but soften, "How could I not come on this day." ”

Just after 12 midnight that day, from that moment on, today is the limit of Ethel's heart life predicted by doctors.

Ethel was watching a video of a half-wall-sized floating projection showing a classic match, a robot fighting match, two robots fighting fiercely, missiles dancing wildly, flashing blades, sparks flying between iron fists, and the cheers of the audience could break out of the projection even when they were silent......

The projection disappeared instantly, and Edward sighed and said, "It's all this time, why are you still watching such intense things." ”

"This is my only hobby, you didn't let me watch it before, it's all this time, don't you want me to take a good look?" Ethel smiled and tried to turn the projection back on, but was stopped by Edward.

"Mom, you're really...... Not ready to try again? In vitro cardiac culture. Even though he knew it was impossible, Edward couldn't resist mentioning it again, "It's just a nurture...... He wouldn't have any ideas...... You can choose to refrigerate right away and wait for the cultivation to complete the direct surgery......"

"But he's a life, isn't he?" Ethel interrupted Edward and said calmly, "He may be your brother or sister, but will he sacrifice himself for the sake of my continued life?" The Lord will not allow me to do that. ”

Ethel smiled contentedly: "Life has a beginning and an end, and it's enough for my mother to live so long." At least I've watched you grow up, haven't I? ”

Edward smiled bitterly and lowered his head, the taste in his heart was indescribably complicated, every time Ethel said such things, he felt that he was a selfish demon, and his mother was a pure and immaculate virgin.

In fact, Edward really didn't care, even if that person was his younger brother and sister, Edward believed from the bottom of his heart that the child would be willing to sacrifice his unstarted life in exchange for his mother's life in the next twenty or thirty years, because Edward himself thought so, and he was willing to exchange everything he had for the continuation of Ethel's life.

However, even if his heart was transplanted to Ethel, it would be useless, and according to medical reasoning, the only thing that could save Ethel was a newborn embryo grown from her own cells...... A heart cultivated using the rapid culture method.

"I'm just a little worried about you, Charity, you're too kind, and a little introverted, we know it's not a bad thing, but in the future, you will inevitably suffer because of this character." Ethel touched Edward's head and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Rely on your friends more in the future, they are your relatives, so that you will not be alone." Speaking of which, don't you have a girlfriend yet? ”

Edward blushed suddenly, let go of Ethel's hand, and shook his head hard.

"Ed, you're so handsome, there will definitely be girls who like you," Ethel smiled and shook his head, "I'll definitely show her to me in the future." ”

Bring it to your tombstone...... Edward was sad.

He has only been in New York for two months, and as a mechanical student, as Ethel said, he belongs to the kind of boy who is more introverted, and his mind has been full of Ethel's illness recently, how can he have time to flirt with his sister?

Not to mention flirting with sisters.,Even making friends,It's not what Edward is good at.,He likes to quietly pile up grass in the corner with mechanical parts.,And most of the students in the mechanical department are like this.,The intersection between him and his roommate or something is just handing each other a part or something.,Although it's a very tacit understanding.,But they all seem to just use each other as robot assistants.。

If Ethel wasn't there, he would be quite lonely, and he wouldn't even have anyone to talk to.

Born in rural Ohio, Edward had no father and grew up loving machinery. IJssel was the second most interacting person with him, and the first was the AI (artificial intelligence) teacher he begged IJssel to buy home.

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"Ed, I originally wanted to wait for you to grow up and tell you about it, but it's too late, and I still want to tell you in person."

Ethel's words brought Edward's thoughts back to reality, and he looked up a little dazedly, "Huh? What the? ”

Ethel looked at the projection and was silently distracted.

Edward turned his head, and at some point the projection was turned on by Ethel again, and in the picture, the "Firestorm" controlled by the top robot fighter "Red Emperor" - a crimson robot finally pierced the opponent's AI core with a short knife.

Ethel seemed to muster up great courage and slowly spoke: "You have a father. ”

Edward's expression was instantly eroded by the frost.

"I know. Everyone has biological parents, but I only have a mother, not a father. ”

"There must be a reason why he didn't come to us." Instead of being surprised by Edward's reaction, Ethel looked at Edward even more distressed, smiled and continued in a soft tone, "If you knew, you would understand him." ”

"I won't."

"His name is Adolf, Adolph Jones."

Edward looked up in disbelief and repeated, "Adolph Jones? ”

Edward subconsciously turned his head to look at the projection, which was playing the scene of the Red Emperor receiving the honor of victory...... And the Red Emperor's real name emerges from a string of small characters under his title.

Exactly: Adolph Jones!

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Three days later.

Most of the city's skies are obscured by buildings converted from floating fortresses, but the sky above this area is empty.

In the rainstorm, Edward stood alone in front of his mother's tombstone with a large black umbrella.

With a calm expression, Edward took out Ethel's smartwatch, slowly crouched down, and laid it flat in front of his mother's tombstone.

A projection pops up, showing a video of a robot fighting.

The crimson mecha is like a god of war in the picture, no matter what kind of opponent he is, in front of him, he is a chicken and a dog, and he is vulnerable.

Edward covered the rain with a large black umbrella and a small tombstone, and stood up alone, looking down at the pictures under the umbrella.

He choked and turned, clenching his fists into the endless storm.

"Adolph Jones. I swear, I'll let you, personally, give her an account. ”

In the thunderous rainstorm, under the thick and huge black umbrella, in front of the tombstone of "Dear Mother" Ethel Arthur, the "Red Emperor" Adolf Jones fought hard in the floating projection, as if to atone for the love of his life.