After the meeting, Greywind and Colonia accompanied Russell to the Imperial Icon in the Outer Ring of Falla, where they awaited the return of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet.

"There's no one else here now, can I ask?" Gray Wind stared at Russell, who was dressed in a white coat, his eyes burning.

Russell hummed, "Just ask." ”

Gray Wind nodded happily: "I don't remember that there is such a thing as the genetic information of primitive humans on Planet Earth in the solar system, and the prosthetic human race that created the organic encyclopedia should not be the same civilization as humans. ”

To be precise, when human beings began to evolve, the compilers of the organic canon should have been extinct long ago, and the time was simply not right.

"And even if the organic encyclopedia contains the genes of the meta-earthlings—they are not human beings who belong to this universe, but from our hometown." Gray Wind touched his chin and said, "If it's the genetic information of the citizens of the Human Federation, I don't need any organic canons, I have a backup of the data in my database......"

Gray Wind was puzzled, and before the words fell, a palm landed on the back of her head and stroked it gently.

Russell touched Gray Wind's head and chuckled helplessly: "You still don't understand?" ”

"Understand what?"

"Understand that all my nonsense is made up." Russell smiled bitterly: "What pure primitive genes, what to find the original self of human beings...... I'll just say it, do you really believe it? ”

"Huh?" Gray Wind tilted his head, a little stunned.

"Let's not mention whether there are so-called primitive human genes in the organic canon, even if there are, with the physical conditions of those primitive humans who have not yet flown out of space, can they really adapt to the different environments of the massive human colonization planets in the galaxy?" Russell gently stroked the gray wind's hair and said:

"The so-called mutation is not just malignant......"

Guterra is such a big place, and the flora and fauna on it will evolve themselves to adapt to different environments, not to mention the trillions of huge human races in the galaxy?

If we really want to forcibly unify the genetic diversity that human civilization has evolved over a long period of time through violence, then human beings will not be far from extinction.

"That's right......" Gray Wind didn't care at all about the messy hair on his head that was played with by Russell, and wondered, "Then why did you lie so much to the executives of the Order just now?" ”

"Take the right to define it." Russell shrugged: "Spreading the news that the organic canon contains the genes of Terra hominids can greatly increase the authority and legitimacy of our regime. In this narrative environment that I have carefully constructed, whoever holds the organic canon holds the right to define 'human'. ”

I say you're human, you are, even if you have a hairy tail on the back of your ass, even if you don't have half a body in the shell of a mechanical prosthetic.

If I expel you, you are not human, even if your skull is the most standard human form...... But what if I took out the organic encyclopedia to sequence and trace your genes?

The so-called right to define is such a thing, Russell does not really want to engage in some pure Order-style genetic purification, but just to seize human orthodoxy from the beginning, and then gain the right to claim all human worlds.

"Politics, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"It's amazing!" Grey Wind nodded vigorously.

Russell smiled, his gloomy gaze across the starry sky, staring at the imperial icon running at the edge of the galaxy: "Then again...... The right to define and claim is one thing, but in a sense, what I said to them before is not entirely false. ”

He did intend to exterminate all inhuman alien races.

Even if genetic sequencing could not be relied upon to accurately define who a human being was, Russell would remain the most fundamentalist of human supremacists, and that would not change.

Grey Wind didn't refute anything this time, the marshal she remembered had always been like this. But Colonia on the side couldn't bear it anymore.

A slightly trembling hand tugged at the corner of Russell's clothes, and he looked back to see a lovely face that was about to cry.

Ah......h This time you changed the style of the wife's painting? Russell then noticed that Colonia had a new body, and for it, changing her body should be similar to changing clothes.

I saw Colonia crying and tugging at the corner of Russell's clothes, lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "What about me?" Master? ”

He said he wanted to slaughter all intelligent races except humans, but what about the swarms? Unlike Oglim or Navigators, who have an ambiguous relationship with humans, whether they are Presolin protozoa or Great Devourers, they are undoubtedly aliens.

Russell laughed dumbly.

"Even Terra hominids, who have not yet escaped gravity, will keep livestock in captivity in their homes for labor, guards, or meat. Even the most radical racial cleanliness will not point the Purification Blade at warhorses and carrier pigeons. ”

Russell gently picked up Colonia's snow-white chin with one hand, and smiled softly: "You who combine the genes of Presolin protozoa and the Great Devourer may be an extremely dangerous terrorist alien in the judgment criteria of the Inquisition. But here, you're just a domestic animal in my captivity, understand? ”

Colonia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand: "Well, well, I'm a domestic animal raised by my master......"

Russell nodded with satisfaction: "Don't do this next time, I don't like to see the female pear blossom of the same race with rain, even if the 'same race' and 'crying' are disguised." ”

Human beings are emotional creatures, and even if they know that some things are false, they will inevitably be touched by the real things in front of them.

"Got it." The peachy flush on Colonia's face that had risen from crying disappeared suddenly.

The gray wind on the side shook his head helplessly.

It's too abstract.

In the distance, the Emperor's Icon, dressed in scholar's robes, seemed to be a little nervous, and the lantern in his hand lit up with a faint green halo, and a battleship with fine scars poked its head out of it.

"That's the Valkyrie of the 'Vicious Woman'." Grey Wind said, "The 6th Expeditionary Fleet is back. ”

Russell's casual state was instantly adjusted back, and he re-assumed the appearance of a mysterious Mo Ce's magic stick, and ordered the creature ark under his feet to meet him.

"Vicious Woman, Lady Jealousy, Truth of Inconsent, Unfinished Business, Omeniedes......" Gray Wind arranged for the logistics ships to contact the returning fleet to enter the port for maintenance, and said to himself: "The main warships are still there, only some small escort ships and destroyers have been reduced. ”

Although the 6th Expeditionary Fleet first clashed with the private fleet of the Governor of Badab, it fought with the Bearers and drifted deep into the maelstrom for an unknown amount of time...... But in general, the losses were not particularly serious, and the main ships were still there.

"Maybe it's the emperor's blessing." Commander of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet and Psionic Director of the Order of Truth, said Promelia.

(End of chapter)