last reservoir

His eyes flicked over the face of the 30-year-old young man in front of him, as if to find new information.

"Born on Mars..." He felt a tightness in his throat, as if he was trying to hold back something, and his throat hurt a little.

"I am a child of an early immigrant from Mars," Ling Yuge said with a smile. His hair is black and his pupils are also black. Well, he is exactly the same as the chief scientist in front of him. His English is very fluent, with a little imperceptible Sinicization Accent, "My mother gave birth to me on Mars."

The early immigrants to Mars were a special group, most of whom were scientific researchers who had committed serious crimes. The law deprived them of their freedom, but the society was reluctant to abandon their strongest brains, so they were sent to Mars for "exile" one after another, opening up a new world there. Serving the earth colonies, and cannot return to the earth for life.Therefore, although the conditions in the Mars immigration base are difficult, they still have the resources to educate the next generation, and they are not necessarily worse than those on Earth.

Some are rotating volunteers, such as setting up hospitals and schools for humanitarian reasons, requiring a small amount of medical care and teachers.

Like the young man in front of him, maybe he doesn't have a better living environment, but he has superb scientific research experience, especially his mother was once the best geophysics expert in the world.

Jian Ling silently flipped through the documents and did not speak for a long time.Ling Yuge didn't feel any extra pressure, he sat leisurely and looked at the person in front of him.

How old is he, less than forty?According to my mother, there are about 36 seven years old, seven years older than me.He was born in spring, a vigorous and sunny Taurus, I was born in winter, he has a sunny and cheerful personality, and often makes my mother laugh, but I, gloomy and gloomy, often make her lose her temper, she always says, This child is not like her own.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Ling Yuge's mouth, but on Mars, what's the difference between spring and winter?Every day, outside the artificial shield, is winter.

After a long awkward silence, Jian Ling coughed lightly, "Why did you choose to work in the North Sea Petroleum Branch?" Shouldn't a young man like him yearn for the prosperity and excitement of the United States?

Ling Yuge’s eyes showed a lonely look, “Where is it not the same?” He is a child born on Mars, but he is not a criminal. According to the law, he can leave with his mother until he is 16 years old. He lives in a boarding school on Earth. Going to high school and going to college as an adult, no discrimination in any sense is allowed. All tuition and living expenses are borne by the government of the country where the parents live.

It is very easy for a child who has practiced in the front line of scientific research before puberty to excel, but he has lived on the earth for 14 years, and has never contacted any relatives, and they don't even know his existence.

Jian Ling's heart was full of guilt and uneasiness. The young man in front of him, who looked exactly like him, was his flesh and blood brother.

He wanted to say, welcome home, but what came out of his mouth was why are you here?

The young man's eyes looked deeply at Jian Ling through the screen, and his words became sharper, "It's the same everywhere, for a senior bachelor like me!" He smiled a little in line with this sentence, " I didn't see the real ocean until I was 16. I want to work here, not in New York."

The place he was talking about was the former oil capital of the world, St □ □anger in Norway.It used to be the heart of the world's industrial blood flow, gathering all the large oil companies in the world.Later, the economic recession, oil prices plummeted, the company laid off large areas.What made matters worse was that less and less oil was extracted, and the technology used was getting higher and higher. Digging oil reservoirs from the inside of the earth is like drinking Coke through a straw while standing on a [-]-story building.

You can't fool me, Jian Ling closed the electronic document in front of him, looked at the synchronously transmitted images across the desk, and always had an unnatural feeling, "Do you have time, let's have dinner together later." I know why you came here, actually Me too, we all wonder what the hell happened 30 years ago.

"I want to know, is she okay?" The word rolled on the tip of Jian Ling's tongue twice, but he still swallowed it. He didn't know whether to use "Mother" or use the unified name for children all over the world, " MAMA".

He misses her very much. Thirty years ago, when they forcibly pulled him from her warm embrace, he hadn't missed a single day of her.Father seldom mentioned mother, and sometimes only answered silently in the face of his questioning.

They said that his mother had committed a heinous crime against humanity, so heinous that she could only redeem herself in permanent exile.

"She's fine!" Ling Yuge replied quickly, "Although the conditions are a bit tough, there are basic survival materials." It's not like the folk rumors on the earth, a group of vicious exiles are fighting for survival in the barren land. Cannibalism.

And, she misses you so much!He didn't say this sentence. For 30 years, jealousy has been pricking his heart all the time. I am the only relative by her side, but the only thing she misses is you. She doesn't love me, she only wants you!

(to be continued)

Father and son

Jian Yiwen stood up from the recliner in the small garden of the greenhouse, and took an old-fashioned tin watering can to water his beloved plants.In fact, the current greenhouse gardens all use electronic program control systems. When to open the windows to bask in the sun, when to water, and the amount of water, all can be well controlled, but Jian Yiwen insists on doing it himself, as if this is the only way to make him old Empty minds are better off.

All the vases are either clay or rough porcelain, and the flower rakes are wooden utensils inlaid with metal. Now it is hard to find such plastic products.There is an artificial spring in the southeast corner of the small garden. The spring water flows in the bamboo pipes, and flows into a small flowerbed next to it. There are one or two pruned flower stems standing alone. Can't tell what species it is.

After pouring the water, he took out another clean silk cloth and carefully wiped off the dust on each leaf.The old wrinkled hands gently caressed those delicate little lives, and he couldn't help thinking about when Jian Ling would take a vacation next time, although he might not be willing to come back even if he was on vacation.

He straightened up, stood in the middle of the garden and looked around blankly. The only companion in the family, the old cat with black tiger skin and white belly, was curled up on a stone basking in the afternoon sun and snoring.He is also old, he is almost 30 years old, Jian Yiwen thought sadly, he can't remember the days clearly, he is just over 70 years old.In these days, 70 years old can only be regarded as just crossing the threshold of middle age, and there are many people who live to [-]. Science and technology can greatly delay aging.

Every time Jian Ling goes home, he seems to be fulfilling his duty as a son. If possible, he would never come back.In fact, Jian Yiwen didn't want to see his son either. His son's black and round eyes were very much like his mother's. Every time Jian Yiwen didn't dare to look directly at them, there was clearly a sentence in those eyes, "Why are you doing this?" But If the son didn't come home for too long and didn't contact him, he would be disturbed, and this was the only bond between him and her.She didn't know life and death there, but he would rather die here.

A signal light on the wall lit up, Jian Yiwen lightly touched it with his finger, and a person appeared in his living room immediately.

"How are you, old chap?" came the gruff voice of the visitor.

"I'm fine, Joseph." Jian Yiwen replied a little tiredly, he really wanted to say, why is it always you.

This is his early friend and now his boss, the president of Dulcelle Petroleum Company.Joseph has a fat and oily face, and the domineering nose bridge occupies more than half of his cheeks.He looked around haughtily with cat-like golden-brown eyes, "Why do you still live in this small place? If you don't have money to spend, just sell me some of the company's original stock." He was amused by his own humor, laughed, and then Lighted a cigar and sat down.

"Pay attention to your cerebral blood vessels." Jian Yiwen also sat down, "You have changed your whole body from the inside to the outside, right? Be careful, the current law does not recognize artificial brains." After all, artificial brains are original characters The replica is still an independent artificial intelligence product. The legal, medical and ethical circles are arguing endlessly. The only solution is to leave it to future people to consider and temporarily use it as an illegal artificial organ.

Hearing this, a foul word came out of Joseph's mouth, which was as choking as a puff of cigar smoke.The old cat that was taking a nap in the garden was awakened for some reason, and limped over with one leg, curled up at Jian Yiwen's feet, half-closed its eyes, thinking silently.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Joseph, who was silent for a moment, spoke again.

"The sky is not going well?" Jian Yiwen asked.

"Go to hell! Janet, can you wish me well!" Janet seemed to bring them back to the carefree college days, the wrinkles on Jian Yiwen's face suddenly relaxed, and his eyes changed softened.

"When have you ever seen a project hosted by your son not go well?" Joseph puffed out a big puff of smoke towards the ceiling, and at the same time rolled a very characteristic big white eye, "He is completely a copy of you, brought out from the womb He is mature and prudent, or in other words, timid and afraid of getting into trouble."

Both of them seemed to be lost in the contemplation of memories, and there was no movement for a while, only the old cat's long and short purrs could be heard.

"Remember us back then?" Joseph continued to stare