Marx usually wakes up earlier than I do, and today he still wakes up early as usual, makes the bed, dresses and washes, and reads in the cafeteria while waiting for the smell of cooked food to waft into his nostrils, this unique calm seems out of place in this monster-infested dungeon and noisy colleagues, I have never seen Marx take drugs, not even for 10,000 years, I have never had a memory of his madness indulging in hallucinations, although this is almost unbelievable, but it is indeed a miracle that happened in front of my eyes.

I never knew what he was thinking all day, and it was just as far from being understood. "To live is to change the world." This creed of my childhood has long been forgotten by me in the sea of misery and deceit, and I am stuck in the past, unable to extricate myself, and I do not have the courage to look up to the light of the sun. Will Marx suffer when he is in such a mess? Will you regret it too?

Reality has given the answer, but I can't read it.

"Marx clerk?" Just as Marx was about to enjoy his own breakfast, the head of the training department, his immediate boss, Hod, quietly came to him. Of course, hod, as the head of the company's AI, although her appearance is different from that of her colleagues, is basically an iron box connected to four robotic arms to make the appearance of limbs.

Marx seemed slightly surprised by her arrival at this moment, and said, "I didn't expect Minister Hod to come to the cafeteria." ”

Naturally, Minister Hod did not need to eat, and she came to the opposite side of Marx, sat unconventionally with her legs closed, her hands at the sides of her legs, and acted like a docile kitten.

"You've been doing really well lately." Minister Hod said softly, "You're definitely the best containment team leader I've ever had. ”

"You're overrated." Marx modestly said: "It's just a matter of duty. ”

"No, Marx, you are indeed very good." Hod said seriously.

Marx was silent, nodded with a smile, and thanked his minister, "Does the minister bring any new projects to implement this time?" He suddenly looked up and said.

"Ah...... Yes. Hod smiled and said, "Marx really knows me." With that, Hod took out a signed project from the storage compartment beside him and gently placed it on the table.

Marx cautiously opened the cover and saw a few big words on it: "A plan for cooperative warfare training? ”

"Hmm." "The civilian staff of the Ministry of Training have drafted this draft, which is being approved by me and will soon be sent to the Ministry of Security and the Department of Corrections for review," said Minister Hod. ”

"The minister would like to hear his humble opinion?" Marx said playfully.

"Puff...... "The Minister chuckled softly, "yes, if it's a project for anomalies and tests, then the opinion of the containment team is also very important. ”

Marx nodded, picked up the proposal and kept flipping through it.

"Marx Clerk." After a long time, Hod suddenly said, "Enkephalin is absolutely not allowed to be overdistributed at work." ”

Marx raised his head in a little surprise and said: "Of course, drugs only bring temporary satisfaction, but they are not good for work, and they are also good for themselves. ”

Hod listened, was silent, and then squirmed for a while: "That...... Did Marx have other medicine to help them recover from their psychological trauma? ”

"No...... Even if I had, I wouldn't be able to help that many people at once. Marx was still reading the project intently.

"That'...... How do you do that? Hod couldn't help but bow her head as she spoke, as if because she had never done the work of the employees that the training department regularly cared for without distributing enkephalins like Marx did.

"I'm just making them really aware that they're a living person." Marx said lightly.

"Huh?" This time it was Hod's turn to feel incredible, and she seemed to purse her lips and say, "Is it a fantasy or something?" Illegal collection of anomalytic extracts is prohibited. ”

"No, really, nothing." Marx said earnestly: "I told them what human beings are, and I made them see a small hope. ”

"But...... But how can it be done? ”

Marx did not answer this question directly, he breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the project in his hand, sat down and faced Minister Hod, and said: "May I ask the minister, what do you think this plan is missing?" ”

"Huh? Is it lacking. Hod was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and said, "It seems that there is nothing missing, the training date, the materials used, the drill plan, and the participants......"

Marx appeared patient: "That...... I guess the head of the planning department has done a lot of this. Compared to them......" he smiled, "so what difference will the effect make?" ”

"This ......" hod was silent, and it was true, in the previous countless cycles, every time such a joint training program was distributed in large quantities of enkephalins and the estrangement between the employees of various departments, etc., the desired effect was not obtained, almost every time a dangerous anomaly such as WAW class escaped, it would be accompanied by unnecessary casualties and a long and arduous process of repression, I don't know if it was the Minister of Training who was unwilling to admit her incompetence, or if her program simply did not allow her to reflect on the past, but no matter how to justify, HOD has never really made employees face the harsh reality in front of them.

In these nearly 10,000 years, she may have tried to change countless times, or she may have deceived herself countless times, living in vain hopes, "Without me, you would have died a long time ago!" That's the most memorable sentence she ever said.

And this confused and painful everything was cracked by a high-spirited "young man" in front of him, and Hod was like a defeated dog that had lost his faith at the moment, sitting in a daze.

"That'...... What do we lack? Hod said, with a hint of crying in his tone.

Marx pointed to his heart, stroked his head again, and said: "Care as a human being." ”

"Human care?"

Marx nodded: "It's all so shrewd, all the designs are smooth and fluid, as if they were designing a herd of animals to be driven around, sometimes to eat, sometimes to bathe, and to be pulled out when they need to be used." Marx sighed: "Everything is too shrewd calculation, except for forgetting that all the employees around us, without exception, are living people." ”

Minister Hod seemed to understand something, but it raised a new question: "Is the hope you told them real?" ”

"Hmm." Marx nodded firmly. "In this place, there is no longer any temptation for money, power, status, even the continuation of life. All the people here are looking forward to being truly alive. ”

"Since tomorrow is endless pain, all that can be done is to enjoy it, and the praise and support of others have become the belief in people's hearts."

"Is this your secret?" Hod asked.

Marx nodded, "Care, unity, mutual warmth for all, that's the secret." ”

Hod pondered for a moment, raised his head, handed the proposal to Marx, and said, "Marx staff, please perfect it, and I will try my best to get it approved by the other ministers." ”

"Thank you, Minister, for your trust." "I won't let you down," he said. ”

"Then it's hard for you." Hod said, leaving the staff cafeteria.

It is obvious that Marx had a temperament and a mind that no one else here. It is said that he came from a famous family in Nest C, his parents were important administrators of Company C, and he received a good education when he was young, and he came to Nest A to study philosophy in college. During his most physically active days, he also gave radical speeches on the streets and published initiatives in the corners of roadside tabloids, but painful defeats and threats from eyeliner minions soon followed. Marx, who had just tasted the dangers of the world, had to stop his actions, plunged into the library, began to read and study profusely, and during this time, with his outstanding writing talent and the prestige of his parents, he also served as the editor of a tabloid in H-nest, where he came into contact with many untold stories, and bravely but somewhat recklessly published the unjust comments and dark insiders on the front page of the newspaper. In countless debates with critics from all walks of life, he is also constantly honing his thinking and his determination to continue to speak for the people at the bottom.

It all stopped one day when he was driven away by H-nest. Reluctant to return to his family, Marx turned around several times and submitted his resume to the Brain Lobe Company......

Since then, the Marx of the past has died, and Marx, who has the ideal of perseverance and the torch, has ushered in his own new life in the darkness of 10,000 years, and will eventually usher in the rebirth of the brain leaf company.