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

(three - end)

"What's your name?"

"Master named me Karl."

"Okay, Carl," Glenn repeated, "you seem to be pretty good."

"Thank you for your compliment."

This is a terminal communicator with a highly intelligent artificial intelligence, or in other words, it is the last part of the habitat of this highly intelligent artificial intelligence.

Highly intelligent artificial intelligence always has multiple carriers, from the host to the terminal, they accompany their masters all the time.

If the other party is alive, it will inevitably ask the host to cut off the communication between Karl and this terminal, or set up high encryption for the terminal, but the other party does not.

Therefore, it can be reasonably guessed that Karl's master, the man named Sasir, is probably dead.

The safe that the old tramp picked up yesterday was welded with metal fragments. It obviously belonged to an aircraft or a mecha, but what kind of person would lock his terminal communicator in the safe of the aircraft?

Randy and Glenn didn't think much about the above.

One of them has not left the waste planet No. 20 for more than [-] years, and the other is a country bumpkin born and raised in a dark alley. How to decline because of the death of a headed family member.

It has to be said that ignorance makes people happy.

......

This artificial intelligence named Carl fulfilled the responsibilities and obligations of being an artificial intelligence very well. It dutifully answered young Glenn's questions and indirectly became Glenn's boyhood teacher, one of the most upright , Objective leader.

On the first day, teenager Glenn asked a question: "What's the outside world like?"

Karl replied: "Are you referring to other habitable planets other than the waste planet No. [-]?"

"Well, it should be."

"Please wait."

Artificial intelligence searches the database, analyzes and summarizes reasonably, and gives a long voice explanation.

The young man's eyes lit up.

The next day, Glenn asked again, "What's the outside world like?"

Carl: "..."

As a highly intelligent AI, Carl keenly judges that repetitive behavior is not the optimal solution.It chose to project all sorts of strange videos and play them in front of the teenagers in turn.

One person and one artificial intelligence have liberated their mouths, and they are very satisfied with the status quo.

Glenn Sasil's change began at this time.

He learned more and more and saw the world bigger and bigger. He began to ask Carl to teach him some knowledge and skills, and practice the practical part in his life.

He has become more and more particular, and he has developed an inexplicable and out-of-group temperament, just like a teenage version of Randy Sasir.But the two of them are fundamentally different.

The earth-shaking cognitive world, the huge gap between the outside world and the waste planet No. [-] did not defeat this black-haired boy, his eyes were full of ambition.

——It’s like a wolf cub staying in a cage smells the smell of grassland and forest, only eager to try the distance, this desire can surpass all tough fences.

If artificial intelligence has feelings, Karl should hold his handkerchief and rub the corners of his eyes reservedly: I taught it well.

Before the arrival of another spring on the eighth waste planet, Glenn had figured out how to use this terminal communicator. He was like an indefatigable sponge, absorbing his nourishment heartily.

In Carl's database, military, mecha, and current affairs accounted for half of the content, astronomy accounted for a quarter, and the rest was miscellaneous.

Glenn had to be forced to accept this fact.

He nibbled at this knowledge bit by bit, and like Karl's previous master, he developed a strong interest in the gray sky above his head.

"Why is the waste planet No. [-] so cold?" He would occasionally ask.

"Because it is going off track. According to common sense, the imperial government will soon send people to evacuate the residents and recover available resources."

Time passed day by day, no matter how much "soon" became "very slow".It's not Karl's fault.

Human nature is too complicated, especially when it comes to politics, for artificial intelligence to make accurate judgments on government actions.These words gradually failed to please Randy Sasir, and the old Sasir had less and less expectations on the terminal.

Like his adopted son, he likes to ask the same question over and over again: "Will it get us out of here at all?"

And Glenn could only answer him again and again: "I don't know, maybe not yet."

There is a distance limit for signal transmission between galaxies, not to mention that Karl is only connected to the local area network of the garbage disposal station, all it can do is activate and provide outdated information.

After being disappointed hundreds of times, Randy pinched a cigarette butt that didn't know where it came from and said: "Smash it, the No. [-] waste star has been abandoned."

When he said this, his relatively neat clothes and messy long hair drooped together, as if to echo the master's state of mind.

Glenn certainly didn't do that.

The teenager selfishly believes that he and the artificial intelligence Carl have become friends, but his "friend" will always refute him: "Sir, AI has no emotions, you'd better not think so."

......

The life on the abandoned planet has not changed for a long time, except that the temperature of the planet is getting colder and colder, and even the temperature in summer has dropped below zero.

Glenn was still enthusiastically digging out more things from Carl every day. He even learned a few sets of self-defense techniques, and he didn't know what use this thing was on the waste planet.

The big change that destroyed this kind of life trajectory happened in 2990-the waste planet No. [-] ushered in the coldest winter in ten years-nonsense, it is getting colder every year.

The 16-year-old Glenn has reached 1.8 meters tall. Under the heavy dirty coat, the whole person is too thin, but there is still a thin layer of muscle attached to the bones.

No one thought that he would transform into an Omega anymore. No matter where he looked at it, this big boy with deep eyebrows was a piece of material to be an Alpha.

On the contrary, Randy became more and more alienated and indifferent to this gradually powerful kid. This indifference will turn into something else when he sees Glenn practicing various fighting skills alone.

He became extraordinarily sarcastic.

Maybe this is mutual exclusion between Alphas?Glenn summed it up calmly.

——On December [-]th of this year, the garbage disposal station of Waste Star No. [-] lost power.

......

On the first day of the power outage, the dark alley was in an unprecedented panic, and people emerged from their rat's nest to talk and cry in various corners of the dump.

For the first time in a month old Randy was back in the shed he shared with Glenn, and they met in silence in the night.

The second day after the power outage, Randy Sr. asked Glenn a question: "Do you think you can get out of here?"

He used "you".

Glenn's answer: "Yes."

At that time, Randy Sasil's eyes flashed, he turned over, and began to snore long and disturbingly.

Glenn had long been accustomed to the noise and stench of the dark alley, so he comfortably fell asleep holding the terminal communicator.

On the third day of the power outage...in a dark alley - the first suicide appeared.

The other party may think that suicide is more dignified than freezing to death and starving to death, and left a suicide note that no one will read.

This time people have no time to hold a funeral for him, and everyone in the back alley is in danger, not to mention that the number of suicides on the fourth day has doubled from the previous day.

Glenn almost forgot that there were so many people living in the dark alley.

On the seventh day of the power outage, Glenn heard a rare noise outside the window.

"Look, it's the fleet! The empire sent someone to pick us up and leave!"

Glenn frowned and looked at the black shadow in the sky, and the faintly flickering red light. He turned on the communicator and asked Karl, "Is that the fleet?"

"Please aim the scanning lens at the suspicious position."

Glenn stepped on the thick snow to the end of the dark alley - the view here is wide.He did.

"A fleet is approaching the No. [-] waste star." Carl's mechanical voice remained silent, "It is recommended that you find a bunker in time and prepare for evasion."

Glenn froze for a few seconds: "What do you mean?"

"The target fleet has the possibility of launching an attack. The probability is 66.7%. The distance is too far to accurately perceive energy fluctuations."

Glenn was stunned for a while, and he quickly ran back to the shack where he and old Randy lived.

"We've got to hide," Glenn said eagerly.

Old Randy was pocketing all the trinkets of value—he was good at finding jewelry and broken jewelry in the junk.Hearing Glenn's words, he glanced back contemptuously.

"Don't be silly, the empire's fleet is here, and we can finally leave!"

"They're not here to save us, they're going to attack us!"

And Randy Sasil didn't want to listen to him now, the old tramp sneered and took a step forward: "Why, boy Glenn who is always full of hope, has he also learned to crush other people's hopes?"

"No, I didn't." Glenn, 16, said calmly, "Carl told me that thing was dangerous."

Randy suddenly smiled strangely.

"Carl, huh?" He took another step closer to the boy, "Since I handed you that damn terminator, you've been like this... so confident and preachy , still hopeful like an idiot?"

"What are you talking about, I don't know." Glenn took a step back warily.

"Hope", this is a taboo word that has been buried under the snow of the abandoned planet No. [-] for many years.

It was like the "warmth" that Glenn had never imagined since Irene's death.

But Randy didn't intend to let him go before leaving, Randy stretched out a hand flatly: "Give me that thing."

"No." Glenn put his hands behind his back decisively, and he turned off the power of the communication terminal, as if this could hide this little thing more tightly.

The old tramp's eyes were blazing, and he looked hideous, and he yelled, "Give it to me!"

"I say no!" Glenn yelled back with equal volume.

This is the first time he has so clearly expressed his rebellion against the old tramp.

In the past 16 years, he always didn't care about anything, even if he was ordered to help the other party find rations, even if he was ordered to deal with the food-related fights that would come every winter, even if he was scolded for no reason.

In his eyes, these are trivial matters.

At least the other party let him survive, and even let him have some good memories.

And now, the old bum was rushing at him like crazy, and they fought—Randy was stronger than he'd imagined—and now he knew, it was unnatural.

"Are you really human?!" Glenn yelled brokenly the moment the communication terminal was released from his hand.

"Human?" Randy climbed up out of breath, he laughed "haha" for a while, as if he heard some funny joke, "I'm 130 years old this year, boy."

"what are you?"

"What am I?" Randy turned on the switch of the terminal with a smile, "Guess what I am?"

"..." The activated artificial intelligence was silent for two seconds, and the mechanical voice sounded steadily, "The blood identification has been completed, you are the modified person ZE-0376, and the gene sequence is close to that of the longevity race."

Glenn sat there blankly: "Reform people?"

Carl's mechanical sound played two syllables, as if to start explaining, Randy said coldly: "Shut up."

The artificial intelligence declared obedience to this command.

Randy looked at the boy sitting on the ground with disgust: "When I picked you up, I thought someone would want to pick you up sooner or later. I didn't expect that you are just a waste product thrown into the trash."

Glenn was silent and didn't speak.

"You know, you can survive because you have this little value," Randy stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a little distance, "Give you a bite, maybe we have the possibility to leave here. Now, wow -"

He shook his arm exaggeratedly: "This hope is shattered."

The red light outside the window became more and more intense, and the flames in Randy's eyes became more and more intense, and the terminal was bouncing up and down in his hands.

"But that's okay, we're getting out of here," he said. "I forgot to tell you, the way you've been so hopeful these past few years has made me sick."

"No—" Glenn's pupils narrowed slightly, and finally he let out a cry.

It's a pity it's too late.

The flimsy terminal finally hit the floor, crushed under the foot of the old homeless man.

"It's fine now, we are equal again." Randy Sasir said.

......

Glenn's vision blurred, and he saw silvery white pieces coming together like a shattered metal heart.

And Randy laughed happily. He watched the boy's breakdown with satisfaction, until the boy's eyes completely dimmed, and then he left the shed amidst the cheers outside the window, and ran somewhere with the flow of people.

The red light outside the window became more and more intense, and the heat seemed to want to swallow everything.

... none of which Glenn has ever witnessed.

He just knelt forward and climbed a few steps in a daze, took the fragments of the terminal communicator into his palm, and struggled to roll into the lower mezzanine of the shack.

Before entering the drowsiness caused by the high fever, the black-haired boy thought desperately:

——Glenn Sasil's only friend disappeared.

******

The rescue team arrived on the eighth waste planet in the early morning of the third day, which was their last stop.

The habitable area on these waste planets is extremely small, and the number of people is extremely small.On the previous planet, they only found 32 survivors, most of whom were seriously injured and might not be able to be rescued.

For today's rescue operation, they do not have much expectation.

As they expected, the detector of the aircraft flew slowly around the habitable area twice, and there was no movement at all.It wasn't until the aircraft approached the northernmost tip of the habitable zone, near the garbage disposal station, that the life-sign detector screamed piercingly.

"Okay, I know there are people alive." A brown-haired soldier turned off the alarm as if he couldn't stand it anymore, and put on his winter clothes, "Imperial search and rescue dogs, attack!"

"John, pay attention to your words." Another man in an officer's uniform said helplessly, obviously used to his subordinates' unrestrained speech.

There were only seven people in this team, and they chose the landing site carefully, trying to get as close as possible to the area where there were signs of life.

But after three hours of searching, they only found more than 50 bodies with an average age of extremely high.

"Boss, is something wrong?" one soldier asked.

"Probably not," the officer replied, "Let's look again."

Another half an hour passed, and they even concluded the distribution of these corpses—before the attack came, they had tried hard to run towards the open area behind the garbage disposal station.

They seem to think...they'll finally be able to get out of here.

——What is a waste star.

As the name suggests, waste stars are abandoned planets, which have undergone a unified transformation and become the existence of various galaxies for recycling and processing waste.

According to common sense, there should be no inhabitants on these planets, but on every abandoned planet, there are people struggling to survive.This is an unspoken fact among the upper class.

Among these waste star residents, some are elderly nail households who would rather die than leave their hometown, and more are "waste".

Like a waste product, it lost its function and value, and was thrown into the waste star to fend for itself.

Every waste star has a beautiful landing pad, and the large airship will transport the waste of the entire galaxy to here.Occasionally, other mechas and aircraft visit here, but every time outsiders visit, the residents of the waste star will increase.

They only bring people in, never out.

It's like hanging the carrot of hope on a fishing rod. After a long time, the most stubborn donkeys no longer chase after them openly. They only bury the seeds of "departure" and "revenge" in their hearts for a long time.

How they want to go.

Now, they really can't go away.

The rescue team sighed and walked and stopped. When they came to the shanty town—near the former dark alley, a soldier named John suddenly frowned and walked towards a stone slab.He raised his eyebrows, and used the Alpha's extraordinary arm strength to remove the obstacle, and found the source of the weird damp breath.

A comatose black-haired boy.

"Hey, Bowman, there's still a living one here!" The soldier said in surprise, and then he wrinkled his nose, "It's still a newly transformed Alpha, you smell this terrible smell."

The man named Bowman cursed with a smile: "Get out, get people into the aircraft, and finally detect signs of life in a circle, and withdraw without us."

"Yes, yes, you are the boss and you have the final say."

******

Glenn woke up 15 minutes after the aircraft took off.The strange gravity startled him, making him faintly wake up from the exhaustion of sexual transformation.He was stunned for a long time before he learned the story of his coma from others.

As luck would have it, he had a good-natured, middle-aged officer in front of him.

During the coma process, he was holding something tightly in his hand, and no one could break it. This made the officer who knew some common sense of ambulance very distressed - he couldn't stick a needle in his hand.However, the newly transformed Alpha physique will be at a delicate peak.It was this state that allowed him to survive the 72-hour coma in the snow and not be frozen to death before the rescue team arrived.

Glenn listened dumbly to the officer talking to him, and asked hoarsely, "Can I go and have a look at the window?"

The middle-aged officer was obviously a little surprised, but he nodded gently: "Of course, I'll get you some oral medicine."

After speaking, he thoughtfully left the lounge.

Behind him, the black-haired boy propped up his sore legs, rubbed his feet, and moved all the way to the round porthole with difficulty.

He cast his gaze far into the distance.

——Under the high heat generated by the explosion, the years of snow on the abandoned planet No. [-] melted away, revealing the water-soaked gray-black soil. Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like the tears on the face of this abandoned planet.

"What's a cyborg, Carl?" he asked.

The air was silent.

"I want to see the places you showed me." The boy said again.

No voice answered him.

Glenn hung his head, trying to hide the soreness in his eyes.Big tears flew into the air, dripping on the back of his hands and the silver metal floor of the aircraft.

The shattered communication terminal was still tightly held in his hands, and the cobweb-like screen stopped into eternal darkness.

This communication terminal has gone through big and small battles, experienced the disintegration of the mecha, escaped the recycling machinery in the garbage dump, and withstood the serial torture of the country boys, but was finally trampled under the feet of a 100-year-old old man, and was completely reduced. for waste.

Glenn, who entered the sea of ​​stars for the first time in his life, cried wantonly, and suddenly realized that he couldn't recall how old, where, and why he cried last time.

Residents on Waste Planet No. [-] never cry, they just want to live.As for why he was alive, no one told him.It was a question he hadn't asked Carl.

——There is another question, he also hasn't had time to ask Carl.

"Because I thought I was valuable, I was able to survive. But where does human value come from?"

Under the astonished eyes of the officer, Glenn, who finally raised his head, was bewildered—the question came out of his mouth unexpectedly.

The man in military uniform who walked back to the lounge stopped and smiled, and said, "I registered your name, son. Your name is Glenn Sasil, right?"

"Yes." Glenn nodded blankly.

"It's worth... Do you want to try joining the army?" The man rubbed his chin in distress, "The army is the soil for Alphas to discover their own value in life. That's what my father said back then."

"By the way, what a coincidence. I'm Boman Saheer, nice to meet you."

-END-