Craving......

"It's ...... Memory?! ”

Ian reacted, there was still a crack in his mental state just now, and he didn't maintain a flawless state of mind, but he didn't think it was anything, if a person really couldn't churn in any emotions, then he really didn't have much taste in life.

The psionic attack of the hive's will is indeed very accurate, which is the opponent's strength.

But it doesn't really make the teenager fall. Keeping to his heart, he began to reject these fragments of memories from other souls.

It's just that the process takes time.

The light and shadow are still turning.

The party is over, the dim light shines in the cramped underground settlement, and the boy somehow becomes an adult, and he enters a frost-covered ecosphere, with a dim artificial light hanging overhead.

Even the moon in the video is brighter than this light source, and he tramples on the snow, and the already compacted frosty ground reflects the light in the sky, and the drifting snow dust also reflects the light, like a star that has been blown down from the sky by the wind and revolves around him.

But this is not a real star after all, he has never seen a real star, he has not even seen real snow, he has not seen real grass and greenery, he has not seen real tide crashing on the reef and hearing the noise of the sea of leaves, he knows everything, but he has never seen anything.

Ian understood a little at this moment, these memories in front of him should be the fragments of the memories of the Great Elder Sequoia back then, these are the fragments of his childhood memories, and even mixed with the memories of other people - the hive is not the Great Elder of the Sequoia, not to mention how many Sequoia people the Great Elder has devoured after the Great Elder created the Brain Eater, just the five elders who smashed his will make it impossible for him to still be him.

In that case, what exactly does the Hive Will want to do?

The light and shadow are still changing.

The young man became a full-fledged leader in an instant, and he and several of his subordinates gazed at the factory assembly line deep underground in front of him, and in the sound of steel clattering, he watched as the tools and goods needed by the tribe were constantly being molded under the assembly of automatic AI.

The Redwoods have never been worried about their necessities, and they live in this cave cage as if they were living in a paradise.

The outside world is too dangerous, the aftermath of the Fall from the Sky has not yet dissipated, the scenery in those documentaries has long been destroyed, and the Redwoods guard the last glory of the Terra Federation, and their greatest task is to preserve themselves, maintain knowledge, and be born when necessary, to bring the spark of civilization and the legacy of the past to the world of Terra again.

They won't go out, they can't go out, they don't want to go out. Compared to the churning tsunami, the sinking mountains, and the repetitive blizzards and storms, the interior of the Sequoia Base is far superior to all shelters, and only here can they maintain an abundance of supplies close to those of the previous era.

If you go out, it is no different from suffering.

The man's sideburns have turned gray, his former golden blonde hair is gradually fading, only the pair of sky blue eyes are still shining, he stares at the assembly line in front of him, recalling the content of the previous meeting, his proposal to open the gate of the ruins for the fifteenth time to observe the outside world has been rejected again, no one can imagine how much damage will be caused to the Sequoia base if the outside world is still raging natural disasters.

They want to keep the entire ecosystem safe.

[But]

The man asked, "How long will it be before we can return to the earth?] ]

[Great Elder, we also want to return to the earth like you, to see the clear blue sky and the clear sea with our own eyes, and we also want to hear the chirping of birds and breathe the freshness of the jungle]

In the conference room, those with vague faces said vague words: [Maybe a hundred years from now, maybe two hundred years from now, that's a scene that our children and grandchildren can see]

[Now, all we can do is wait]

[Waiting for the future]

- Nonsense.

Ian could sense a heartfelt, soul-like anger burning, as if it had been generated by himself, and it had begun to vibrate with his will.

Because the cause of this anger resonates so much, if Ian were in the same situation as the owner of this anger, he would surely be angry.

- Nonsense.

Anger is like a pitch-black fire, scorching the man's soul, and by measuring the stability of the earth's crust and the ebb and flow of the tides, he knows that the wind and waves in the outside world have stabilized, and at most there are some remnants of psionic radiation, and these psionic radiations are nothing to the redwoods who have optimized their bloodlines.

When they go out now, at most, they will endure hardships in the early stage, and it is definitely not as terrible as those people say, as if it will cause the complete destruction of the Sequoia base.

For the sake of safety, it is simply greedy for stability within the base! If they leave here, there will undoubtedly be a reorganization of the Council of Elders, and the rotten old men will want to hold on to their descendants and pass on their knowledge and authority, so that they will not support exploration, open up new territories, and make one new talent after another pour out to compete with them for power...... These rotten guys!

The man hated himself so well that he had built the Sequoia base so well that it had become an underground paradise where everyone lived and worked in peace, and he did not want to change.

- If you don't fix the automatic production line if you know it earlier, everyone will be trained by these technologies.

With such regrets, he couldn't do anything about it, because he was only a great elder, and he didn't have the right to assign the four major clans to do anything beyond the elders' council, he could only advocate and become a leader with the support of the majority.

For example, the restoration of automatic production lines is a good thing for everyone.

With a furious fire, the man returned home, a double room like the rest of the tribesmen.

The Great Elder has no privilege in terms of resources, they all eat the same food, live in the same house, and the interior of the Sequoia people is more equal and reasonable than everyone thinks, but the elder family has the opportunity to learn more knowledge and control more instruments and machines.

In the hut, there was an old woman, she was wearing a somewhat shabby cotton jacket, and she was baking in front of a small stove, the underground cave environment was indeed damp and cold, and the old man's health was not good, so he could only bake more fires.

The old woman seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed, and in front of her was an old thermos water cup, and next to the cup was a small screen showing the scene that had been played I don't know how many times.

It was the majestic city and perfect ecology of the pre-era era, and the beautiful scenery, magnificent mountains, and jewel-like lakes all showed that the pre-era civilization had achieved the perfect integration of civilization and nature.

Their advance is the progress of all things in the world.

Music was still playing on the screen, and the man stepped forward gently, not wanting to disturb his mother's rest, but soon, he realized that something was wrong.

There was no sound of breathing.

"Mom?!"

He hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down in front of his mother, and shook the other's hand, but the old woman did not react, only a smile of regret on her face.

She was already gone in a dream.

The man wanted to clench his fists, but he was reluctant to let go of his mother's hand and did not dare to use force.

He just looked up at his mother's sleeping face, his eyes churning with complex emotions that were difficult to put into words.

On the screen on the side, documentaries of the pre-era civilization and the world of Terra are still playing.

There, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant; There, the wind was long.

There, the blue sea is rippling; There, surrounded by mountains.

There, there is a way forward.

There, the stars shine.