The whole empire thinks that the admiral is going to rob the marriage

Glenn was very beautiful when he was a child, which is different from the dark eyebrows and tough outline of his adulthood.Xiao Douding, who is five or six years old, has soft cheeks. Even though his body is as thin as a bone, his face is still bulging with a pack of flesh hidden.

There are also those big and bright black eyes, coupled with the naturally upturned corners of the mouth, which well neutralize the unhappy expression he has maintained all year round.

In Glenn's childhood, years far from gender transition, it was often felt that the child would grow up to be an Omega, and that he might be kicked out of the house shortly after marriage and childbirth because of his bad temper.

By the time Glenn was twelve or thirteen, this view had largely died down.There's no other reason—this pretty brunette that old Randy picked up from the junkyard was too damn good to punch.

Randy Saheer is proud of it.

In all fairness, old Randy is not Glenn's adoptive father, he just retrieved a baby, and then threw the baby to the most amazing woman in the back alley—abandoned mistress, a 40-year-old female Omega Erin feeds.

During the day, the child was carried by Randy to walk through the garbage mountain of the abandoned star No. [-]. Old Randy occasionally fed him some nutrient solution; Pat his body lightly, like an ordinary mother.

This beautiful woman in distress gradually weakened in the harsh winter of the dark alley for six years. She died in the fifth year of Glenn's residence in the dark alley. When she was found, her body was as stiff as a block of ice.

She was very popular during her lifetime.

Several Betas who got along well took pity on her fate and buried her in the wasteland at the end of the dark alley, farthest from the garbage disposal station. Of course, no monument was erected.Anyone who lives in a dark alley is unwilling to hand over the corpse to the large machinery at the processing station. This may be an "issue of human dignity."

——Whether in life or after death, people are not garbage after all.

Years later, Glenn could vaguely remember that it was an ordinary Thursday.On the waste planet No. [-], the snow still didn't stop.

Old Sahir held his hand and stood among the crowd, watching the heavy snow bury the raised mound.

That was his first direct contact with death.

The person who took over Irene's care of Glen was Irene's good friend Marianne.The blonde Beta's specialty is finding expired alcohol from household waste and pouring them all down her stomach.

It's a pity that Marianne's drinking capacity is obviously not worthy of her desire for alcohol. She can't help getting herself drunk, screaming loudly and suffering in a low voice, and sleeps on the floor on the bed without knowing what day or night it will be .

She is not a good candidate for a foster mother, and she is quite self-aware.

Therefore, under Marianne's help, Glenn's breeder team became larger and larger.

The residents of these dark alleys range from 40 to 86 years old. They participate consciously or unconsciously. Today you throw away some food, and tomorrow I will throw away a piece of clothing.No one really cared about Glenn's life or death, but this little guy who always had an expressionless face finally grew up day by day in this cold and long dark alley under these intentional or unintentional care.

In a blink of an eye, 11 years have passed

The 11-year-old black-haired boy is already quite tall. He is wrapped in a black winter jacket that is significantly larger in size - colored by natural stains - and moves quickly around large and small machines and stops in front of his target: "You find me ?”

"It's something." The old tramp looked back at him.

In the past 11 years, his wrinkles have become more, and his hair is still messy and draped behind his head, like dry grass covered with dust and mud.But Randy's spirit is very good, and his physical strength is not bad. He can still walk like flying in the garbage disposal station, and he doesn't look like a planetary person in his 80s.

The only thing that is old is his shell, and his parts are still running strong, and there is no sign of suspension of business.

Glenn hadn't seen the outside world, and didn't have a terminal of his own.He seldom wondered and asked why.

Otherwise, he might have to ask: "Why are you still so alive and kicking?!"

But now, the country boy Glenn just blinked: "Oh." He asked, "Are you going to run out of food again?"

"Shut up, idiot." Randy interrupted him impatiently, he looked at the garbage mountain behind him, his dark brown eyes were dancing with flames, "Do you want to leave here? Leave the waste planet No. [-]."

"leave?"

"Yes, leave!" Randy was obviously very excited, he waved his hands excitedly, "Let's go to a place with spring, damn, this place is too fucking cold!"

Glenn just tilted his head and asked calmly, "Spring?"

"Oh, you haven't seen it," the old homeless man patted the boy's head lovingly, "poor little thing."

The boy didn't say anything, but curled his mouth in displeasure.

A big reason why he can survive in the dark alley without wind and waves is that he is always obedient when he should be obedient.He has an almost wild judgment on the kindness and malice of people, and this kind of judgment is rarely wrong-he is good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

In fact, at this time, Randy Sasil's day's work was over. He packed the bag containing the useful "babies" and brought the boy back to his "black room".

They ate some expired compressed food, and sat opposite each other on the two ends of the welded metal table, each with a repeatedly repaired chair under their buttocks.

Then Randy pulls out something.

He placed it carefully on the table, cushioned by a torn silk handkerchief, and pushed it far away to Glenn.

Glenn took it, fiddled with it a few times curiously, and put the seemingly precious thing back.

"What is this?" He pointed to the light piece of iron and asked.

"This is a terminal communicator," old Sasir smiled proudly, "I found it from a scrapped lockbox."

Glenn shook his head in puzzlement: "The terminal communicator... can I eat it?"

"Do you only know how to eat?!" Randy Sasir took the thing back into his hand and shouted, "Do you know what this means? What does it mean?!"

Glenn really didn't know yet.

The dark-haired boy shrank back awkwardly.

"With the communicator, we can communicate with the outside world. If we're lucky, we can make a deal with someone," said the old tramp eagerly, "and then we can get out of here. The hell."

Randy awkwardly turned on the switch of the communicator, and the screen lit up - the power supply of this terminal communicator relies on its internal powerful energy storage core, users don't have to worry about battery life, unless they plan to chat with inter-galaxy video all day For decades, that's still possible.

But the old vagabonds on Waste Star No. 20 have never used such advanced equipment.He could only barely connect to the remote signal of the garbage disposal station by relying on the residual impression of the old communicator from [-] years ago.

The artificial intelligence's cold voice sounded immediately: "Hello, Mr. Sahir, it is a pleasure to serve you."

Glenn opened his mouth in surprise.

Randy wasn't much better off than he was, and he looked so bewildered like a young man who was asked to dance by a pretty girl for the first time at a prom.The old tramp whispered, "Do you know who I am?"

"You are Mr. Cabria Sahir." The artificial intelligence Furui replied calmly.

Very well, there is no Mr. Cabria in this room.

So Randy's excitement dropped by [-] percent: "Your master is Cabria Sasir."

"Yes." The artificial intelligence said, "Do you need to enable security verification?"

"No, there's no need." Old Sahir said in a hurry, he almost bit his tongue.

And the young man opposite him had just recovered from the shock, his black eyes were shining brightly, showing some eagerness to try.

"Can I try?" the boy asked.

"Okay," Randy replied, "you try it."

The younger you are, the better you are at handling these new tech gadgets.This feature of planetary people has not changed from the first galactic era to the third galactic era.

Not to mention that old Saheer wanted to leave too much.To this end, he is willing to try everything possible.

I have to go.he thinks.

I have to go.

——Randy Sasil's old partner, Simon, also passed away last week.

The waste planet No. [-] is getting colder and colder.

-TBC