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"My child, it's good to live, stay away from all this, live well."

A woman, and a man, they spoke softly, with gentle expressions, for fear of alarming the world.

"Dad...... Mom......" Pan Seventeen stretched out his hand, trying to grab the two blurred shadows, but grabbed it with one hand, and broke out in a cold sweat.

“…… Is it another dream? Pan XVII sat up from the iron frame bed. By the faint light of the wall lamps in the room, he could clearly see that there were more than a dozen iron-framed beds in the room, and many young people were lying densely on the beds.

This is the year 2081 of the Earth calendar, and a full 15 years have passed since the outbreak of war.

Because of a secret that could not be disclosed, the Yun-Qin Empire in the east suddenly declared war on the Tai-Greek Federation in the west. The Oriental sleeping lion, which was originally closed off from the country, is menacing. Under the sudden attack, the swordsmen of the East broke through the steel defense of the Taixi Federation and washed one city after another in blood. The response of the Taixi Federation was even stronger, as missiles carrying nuclear warheads rained down from the sky, causing the Penglai Province of the Yunqin Empire to be wiped out in an instant, and the vibrant island sank into the depths of the ocean.

The war has lasted for 15 years, and all parts of the world have become battlefields, where wind and fire have been combined, iron and blood have been fierce against each other, and the people have gradually become indifferent and numb in their suffering.

Pan Seventeen is not actually his name. Seventeen is his code name on the farm, and Pan is because the only person on the farm who treats him well is called Uncle Pan. Over time, Pan Qiqi gave himself such a name in order not to feel like an orphan.

But in fact, Pan XVII is an orphan. He had never seen his parents, but he had been dreaming of seeing them for many years.

After waking up in the middle of the night, Pan Seventeen didn't want to continue sleeping. The faint light of the wall lamp flickered on and off, and Pan Qiqi looked at the teenagers around him, feeling a little heavy.

Although these teenagers were asleep with their eyes closed, they were all pale, and many of them bit their lips tightly in their sleep, and even moaned quietly, as if they were in great pain.

That's because Pan Qiqi knew that these teenagers seemed to be sleeping, but their sleep had already been deprived, and now the seemingly closed eyes were just an illusion of lingering. As long as Pan Seventeen's movement was a little louder, or even as long as the breathing was a little heavier, he could find that these teenagers would open their eyes with a frightened expression.

There are many people like Pan Seventeen and these teenagers in the whole farm. Uncle Pan once accidentally said that there were thousands of people. These teenagers do not have to work on the farm, and even their three meals a day are taken care of by full-time staff.

That's because these teenagers are all "pigs", all slaves raised to refine sleep potions. Farm, on the other hand, is a term that refers to those large-scale, armed fortress bases, and is a place where sleep potions are refined.

Even though many years have passed since the Big Bang, there is still one problem that still plagues all mankind and all scientists. That is, sleep potions cannot be synthesized, they can only be refined.

In other words, sleep elixirs cannot be synthetically produced from other raw materials, and to obtain a good sleep potion, there must be other people who sacrifice their sleep, their neural circuits, and their brain glands.

Although the Taixi Federation prohibits the cultivation of slaves to refine sleep potions, the area covered by the high-sounding law is limited to the capital of the Federation, Sitara, so in almost the entire Western world, the cultivation of slaves to refine sleep potions is the elephant in the house.

After breakfast in the morning, these teenagers will be connected to a machine to refine sleep potion, and each person's private neural circuits and brain glands will be guided by the machine program to produce sleep essence, which is the most important ingredient in making sleep potion. But after giving birth, the teenagers lie weak in bed.

Every human being has a limited number of neural circuits and brain glands, and so is the sleep essence they can produce. Originally, the life of a person is very long, and these sleep essences will be evenly produced over a period of decades, but now the time of teenagers is extremely compressed, and some teenagers are squeezed out in just a few days, and then they will be thrown away like garbage.

Generally speaking, teenagers who have already started to produce on the machine can only survive on the farm for half a year at most. Every month, security guards come to the farm, and they carry cartloads of dying teenagers away, and truckloads of fresh, energetic, and overwhelmed teenagers unload from the trucks.

But Pan Qiqi touched his wrist, he was wearing a silver bracelet on his wrist, and there were four beads tied to the bracelet. The four beads represent that he has been living on this farm for more than four years.

Pan Seventeen stayed up until dawn with his eyes open. He never closed his eyes again, just quietly stared at the teenagers in the small room. Although he knew that the teenagers were not sleeping either, their slightly wriggling eyelids seemed to speak of the illusion.

Locked up in an airtight farm with no daylight, time has become a very vague concept. The only meaning of dawn for Pan XVII is that the originally dim wall lamps will suddenly turn off, and the whole world seems to fall into complete darkness. After a while, after a click, a blinding white light will arrive like dawn.

White light came from all directions, and it was hard to tell where the source was. But the world is ruled by the instantaneous white light, and then the original dazzling white light will gradually soften and finally reach a range that is just enough to make people feel bright and saturated.

Six.

When the white light suddenly appeared, Pan Qiqi squinted his eyes, he saw that all the teenagers had turned over and got up, they sat up straight, their faces were wooden and tired, and more importantly, everyone had opened their eyes.

It was an inexplicable look.

Most of the boys on the farm were weak, tired, and excessively fair-skinned, and most of them looked similar in appearance, and Pan XVII recognized each of them by their eyes, from their inexplicable eyes.

The radio sounded, and the teenagers and girls on the iron bed jumped out of bed. Everyone wore simple linen short-sleeved shorts, and everyone lined up, slippers, and walked across the steel grid-intertwined floor.

Pan Seventeen held a tin plate, and he walked in a row of teenagers with a monotonous pace. He stepped out of the sealed room and into a much wider space.

The steel tower bridge crisscrosses like a spider web, and the teenagers walk on the tower bridge like a stream, densely packed. Underneath all the tower bridges is a huge glass greenhouse. Pan Qiqi looked down and saw that the thousands of instruments used for refining in the greenhouse lit up one after another, as if the teenagers were waiting for their fate.

But unlike before, Pan Seventeen walked off the steel tower bridge with joy. Because at the end of Tower Bridge, he saw the bright eyes.