"Perhaps." Conrad Coetzes has a bizarre ambiguity towards the reality of reality on this physical level.

"You're trying to obscure objective facts." Fujimaru Rika folded her arms and raised her head to look at him without fear, "Although from my personal point of view, I don't really care about what others think of me, but in view of some other actual objective circumstances, I think it's better for me to emphasize: I am an ordinary human being who is average in all aspects, and I am undoubtedly a 'mortal' in your context." ”

Conrad Coetzes wanted to refute, after all, this "mortal" too magnificent life had just made him fall three heels. He had prepared a lot of sarcasm and rebuttals, and at least three hundred examples to prove it, but he didn't need any foreknowledge to have a premonition that if he wanted to start a debate with the other side on the subject, their conversation would be endless.

So he simply didn't react to it, and complained softly about the topic he wanted to discuss: "I wanted to seek an answer, but my father, who was overly suggestive and metaphorical, just threw me and my questions into such a scene." ”

Fujimaru Rika was as good as a stream, not dwelling too much on the previous topic, and asked according to his meaning: "So did you find the answer in this scene?" ”

"Nope." There was a hint of irritation in Conrad Coetze's tone, "Your legion is very different from mine, and the people I used to know have become a little different under you, but I don't see anything decisive. ”

"Something decisive? What do you mean? ”

"The one that makes Nostramo better; Let you decide to let go of this nest of sin and not to give judgment to it; Reasons to keep you sane in the face of the foreseeable future. ”

After his words fell, Rika Fujimaru shrugged her shoulders in frustration.

"First of all, I didn't make Nostramo better." She was obviously not in a good mood about it, but she stepped down from the small platform that she had used as a stepping stone, and stepped out of the human wall that Astarte had surrounded her, which was too tall for her, and walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the edge of the bridge, "This field is built on you. So even if you're on track, you should be able to 'see' everything on the surface of Nostramo - no matter how hard I try, the crime rate in the city is just going up and down, and it's obviously been ...... An unsightly period. ”

Conrad Coetzes followed in her footsteps, overlooking the eternally dark planet from the Nightfall in the Void. Time froze in the illusion, but as Rika Fujimaru said, as long as he had this thought, everything that had happened recently on Nostramo would automatically unfold before his eyes.

It's kind of amazing. A large amount of information poured into the mind of the real primordial, forming an illusion similar to the prophecy he was accustomed to, but milder and more controllable. If the sensations of prophecy squeezing into Conrad Coetze's mind are likened to pouring water into a pot of boiling oil, then these "happening" images come flooding in like dripping water into a sink. It cannot be said that it has no impact on the mind when it happens, but in the eyes of Conrad Coetze, who is accustomed to the former, it is easy to ignore this plausible touch.

The brains of the original began to interpret the images of the mountains in a rare and comfortable working environment. He saw every conspiracy, every violence, every theft, every killing in Nostramo. He saw the workers who died numbly in the slums, the clerks who lived in fear in the streets, the sheriffs who tried in vain to maintain order but were overwhelmed by the mob, the aristocrats who mingled and drank the wine of sin on the magnificent dance floor of the upper nest.

He saw Nostramo. One is slightly different from the original in terms of details, but at the end of the day, it is still the quagmire, full of evil, hopelessly Nostramo that he is familiar with.

"I've tried a few times, but she's always going to be like this every time." Rika Fujimaru stood beside him, and with her fingers meaninglessly circled the transparent material in front of them, the only planet dotted with lights in the pitch-black canopy in front of them, "By the standards of the original body, I am undoubtedly a failure. I can't even make my home planet last long. It's not like no one has said it's not my problem, but ......"

"I understand." To her surprise, there was a sense of relief in Conrad Coetze's voice, "That's how Nostramo is...... Rotten wood is hard to carve. ”

"It's ...... Not so absolutely. At least that's what I think. "That's why I still have hope for this planet: I've seen something more disgusting and hopeless." Unlike the British Persona Belt, the Nostramo people are still human after all, and most of Nostramo's addiction lies in the fact that the environment is too harsh rather than human nature, as long as this too negative environmental problem can be corrected...... Queen Morgan can make that kind of Britain a fairytale country, so Nostramo hasn't been improving because I haven't worked hard enough or haven't found the right way. ”

As usual, Conrad Coetz would have been unbridled in his views on the subject of "human nature." But he distilled the key words that surprised him even more from these few short sentences:

"Persona Britannica?" Is there anything more hopeless than Nostramo?

Fujimaru Rika looked up at him in confusion: "Simply put, it's a doomed kingdom established by goblins - haven't you seen it in my illusion?" ”

Conrad Coetzes wanted to say no. The farthest he could get to the Temple of Time was that he had to return from King Solomon's seventy-two Demon God Pillars. But the pride of the original body forced him to close his lips tightly, and with a little anger he turned his head sharply, staring back at the sin star in the distance.

Maybe he should have asked in detail, but he didn't. He really couldn't construct a proper imagination from that simple sentence. Probably because he never thought there was any place to be sicker than Nostramo.

Rika Fujimaru may have realized something, but she just thought nothing had happened, and went on to talk about trivial topics, mostly about her plans for Nostramo, while Conrad Coetze allowed herself to indulge in rambling thoughts. Although it was very simple for the Primordial to be dual-minded, he did listen to such things as "military control under the premise of the Eighth Legion", "purge of the nobles of the upper nest", "how to maintain the basic education and medical services", "how to choose a new governor", etc., which still seemed to him to be too benevolent to govern, but he was really stingy to give even the most basic response to it. Fortunately, the speaker seemed to be only trying to pour out these words, and did not ask him for a response or advice, so this hot one-sided speech still managed to come to an end.

“…… In short, if this trick doesn't work again, I really have to seriously consider the plan of population cleansing. Fujimaru Rika concluded sadly, "Sometimes I really feel like Sisyphus, but it's a good thing to be able to predict the future at times like this, at least I probably know that there will always be an end to this, good or bad." ”

"So you actually believe in that future." Konrad Coetzes said with some bewilderment, "Nostramo will one day be torn apart by the blows of orbital bombardment and cease to exist." ”

Rika Fujimaru, who heard the emotion in the sentence, was also puzzled: "Is this strange? Don't you yourself believe that the bad future you see in the visions will come? ”

"After listening to your 'down-to-earth' rhetoric, I thought you would leave them behind and just stare at what's in front of you."

“…… I may seem short-sighted compared to you real primitives, but that's not a reason for you to beat around the bush and call me stupid. Fujimaru Tatechi indicated, "Are you wise in your own strategy for dealing with prophecy?" ”

This sentence may indeed hit the nail on the head. Before any sound could be heard, the surrounding atmosphere first seemed to be covered with a layer of murderous intent. Conrad Coetzes grinned softly in such an atmosphere, and Nostramo said to him like a poisonous snake spitting out letters: "Don't dare to be, please don't hesitate to teach me something—if you can really say something to teach me a lesson." ”

The wrath of an Primordial is hard to bear, even if it's just the invisible part. In this frozen illusion, the air and light seemed to be distorted by Conrad Coetze's anger, but Fujimaru Rika remained as unafraid as if nothing had happened, and then he continued:

"I can't talk about lessons, what can I, an ordinary person, teach you? I'm just using my methodology to understand and dispose of the future as I see it...... But have you ever thought about how this 'prophecy' works in essence? ”

Conrad Coetzes was asked. Throughout his life, he really didn't think about it. For him, prophecy is an innate instinct—just as breathing is a human instinct, an innate human talent, most humans don't bother to study why breathing keeps them alive. The curse that had haunted Conrad Coetzes all his life was something similar to him.

Fujimaru Rika didn't wait for the other party's reaction, and said to herself: "For me, this is an acquired 'abnormal' function, so I studied it. In terms of conclusions, the essence of this 'prediction' is a kind of 'predicted future vision' that is a fitting deduction of subspace big data, and after computing in this black box of the proto-level brain, the most likely outcome is output. Although the world here is different from where I used to be, the line between 'prediction' and 'measurement' is very blurred...... But in short, it is absolutely true that all of its conclusions are based on the intelligence data that your psionic nature has unconsciously connected with the subspace and gathered. ”

Conrad Coetzes could understand what she was saying, but he didn't understand what it had to do with their current topic: "...... So? What if you know that? ”

This shows that this seemingly incomparably accurate prediction can also be interfered with - although this possibility is very small in terms of actual use, there is a real possibility that the output result is wrong because the original data is contaminated. In addition, it provides an unproven idea that if you interfere with reality in a way that cannot produce projections in subspace, you may be able to change the prophecy......

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice gradually decreased under the gaze of Conrad Coz, and finally sighed resignedly:

"Well, I'll admit that it's completely useless to know how this works in practice, because you don't need to know how explosive shells are made to fire a blaster. But it does prove that this prophecy is not completely infallible! At least in the face of those bad omens, there is no hope of struggling! ”

Conrad Coetzes was almost amused by this overly naïve assumption: "Did your struggle succeed?" ”

“…… Don't you want to open which pot and which pot to mention? Mr. Conrad. ”

Fujimaru Rika showed a little anger to be angry:

"This illusion is completely set up in subspace, where do you ask me to find something or means that 'no subspace projection' exists to experiment and test?"