Didi, after two soft beeps, the flying car deviated from the magnetic metal belt on the main road and found an empty space in the parking area on the roadside to stop.

Boswell no longer doubted the authenticity of the artificial intelligence in front of him. When the flying car performed this action, from the beginning to the end, he and the fat man did not say a word. They were all crawling on the driver's seat with the pp pouting.

It was done by a spherical robot posing as a car mascot.

No matter how highly anthropomorphic the robot is, no matter how perfectly disguised the humanized program is, it is impossible for it to automatically seize control of a flying car without human control.

"I don't understand..." The fat man reached for the car door: "After all, I'm coming back after a long absence, and I have to leave again in a few days. I'm not allowed to go shopping. What kind of world is this? Do I still have human rights?"

"I know you really want to satisfy your vanity!" Boswell stared at the little kid and said to the fat man without looking back, "But if I were you, I wouldn't get off the car!"

The fat man said in astonishment: "Why, can't I just stand on the street and have a good time?"

For this fat man who has been disliked since childhood, having posters with his own image posted all over the city is, no matter what, something that makes him feel extremely awesome and excited.

Just imagine that he is standing in front of his poster like a big star, watching people gather around him in surprise and joy to ask for autographs, and the fat man will be extremely happy.

"Shallow!" Boswell glared at the fat man with disdain, and felt a headache for a moment. The fat man blinked innocently, reminding Boswell of the headquarters' investigation report on the fat man.

The report contains not only detailed descriptions of his classmates, teachers, and neighbors, but also comprehensive reviews of him by psychologists, social behaviorists, and intelligence agencies.

Different from all heroes, from a certain perspective, Tian Xingjian is not a person with mainstream social thoughts. His mind is vague. In many aspects, he even deliberately stays in his youth.

Experience shapes character. In the opinion of many experts who participated in the survey, the character of the fat man is a miracle.

It is difficult for children to distinguish right from wrong. People who have been bullied for a long time will either become a coward with a dark psychology and hide themselves from people's sight, or they will become a person with an equally dark psychology but an extremely tough attitude.

A cold-blooded rebel with an attitude hostile to society.

But when he was six years old, both his parents died. No one cared about him, no one taught him, and he grew up alone amid the bullying and rejection from his peers.

This little boy who is optimistic by nature, timid, but kind-hearted, has forged a layer of almost crazy armor to protect himself during his long growth. Under such an appearance, he minimized the price he paid for his growth.

Already.

This boy who cannot be recognized by his peers and cannot integrate into society can use his disguise to unscrupulously attract the attention of others with peeping and various pranks to satisfy his growth needs. And when this behavior becomes a

Under normal conditions, the price paid is infinitely inclined to zero.

The most typical thing is that after being beaten once, the fat man will definitely peek ten times to reduce the cost. The parents of those girls are left dumbfounded and helpless.

He can flatter without any psychological pressure, he can flatter, he can roll around and beg for mercy, he can cry whenever he wants, he can run away, he can tease girls in front of them. He can appear in front of people in a vulgar and despicable way without any psychological burden. He can use the smallest words.

To gain interaction with society at a price, he can use the most despicable and shameless way to retaliate against anyone who hurts him.

This is a kind of survival wisdom. It is a kind of survival wisdom that originated from the Eastern peoples of ancient earth who pretended to be stupid and played games in the world. This kind of wisdom cannot be understood by other nations.

It is this kind of wisdom that allows Fatty to keep the pure land in his soul. Because in his heart, he is always in a strong position towards others. When you see him curled up at your feet and crying, when you laugh at him

When you ridicule him and call him an idiot, you don't know that in his eyes, you are just a fool.

Because of his concern, Boswell, who had specifically talked to experts, now understood very well that on the surface, the fat man might have wanted to get out of the car and show off because of vanity. Even his thoughts were the same.

However, in his subconscious mind, when he suddenly saw himself exposed in public, he felt that it was a serious threat! He got out of the car just to understand how all this happened. He was in other people's eyes.

What does it look like in your eyes!

Boswell looked lovingly at the fat man who was blinking cutely in front of him, and sighed: "First take a closer look at the people on the street."

"What's wrong?" The fat man heard the words and looked out the car window. Although the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street had faded a little, the bustling crowds still echoed the prosperity of the city. After all, this is the core of the capital city of Ludrit.

One of the commercial districts.

A group of female soldiers lined up and marched straight along the street. Several more girls crossed the street, ran onto the bus stop, and stood with the girls just now. Beside them, several

A middle-aged woman and two gray-haired old men were quietly waiting for the bus to arrive.

The traffic light at the intersection turned green, and flying cars started to take off on the energy-saving magnetic tape. Pedestrians on both sides of the sidewalk stopped and stood on the roadside, waiting for the traffic light. There were young girls, female students, and aunts.

Class women, old people and children...

A middle-aged man holding a briefcase walked from the street to the sidewalk. He stood quietly on the edge of the crowd, so eye-catching.

The fat man's eyes rolled with difficulty, and he finally understood what Boswell wanted him to see. The LeRay Federation, the men of this country, were not on these streets. They were gathered together, put on military uniforms and went to the front line. Or they died on the streets.

On the battlefield, or preparing to die.

In the distance, on a light screen bulletin board with subtitles constantly scrolling, names appeared one by one, and then quickly disappeared. Fatty knew that what was scrolling rapidly on it was the list of the dead!

The traffic lights changed and the flying traffic stopped. Pedestrians quickly passed through the sidewalk. Among the crowds of people passing by, there was no other man except the middle-aged man holding a briefcase.

The middle-aged man disappeared around the corner.

The fat man sat back in his chair quietly. A huge sense of loss, sadness and helplessness that penetrated his bones swept over him at this moment, peeling off his disguise.

After all, he could not change the world. The Federation had won again and again, but the war was far from over. The men of this country had to put down their work and life, pick up guns, and use their lives to resist the invasion.

In just over three years, life has been completely changed. Those soldiers who died on the battlefield were the lovers, husbands, sons and fathers of the women in front of them. From now on, the lives of these women, the elderly and children will...

will no longer be complete.

Their ordinary and peaceful life was crushed by the war!

"The Fiji Alliance forces have to prevent West York from attacking the LeRay Federation through the Little Pyrenees and the public galaxy." Boswell said solemnly: "The Federation has already used its greatest strength. The Bermuda Galaxy alone is

, the federation is overwhelmed by daily sacrifices. Hastings understands, and everyone understands, that if LeRae is allowed to suffer a three-pronged attack, in a few months, we will have to recruit female soldiers to the front line!"

The fat man listened silently. He looked at his face on the recruitment poster through the car window and felt powerless. He had always wanted to end the war. However, this idea had never been as strong as it is now.

Pass.

"You should be able to understand." Boswell looked at the pedestrians outside the car window sadly, and said slowly: "Perhaps, we cannot solve the economic, political and national conflicts between humans, but at least we should continue

Fighting for hundreds of years of peace, war is really too cruel."

"How can we end the war?" The fat man buried his head: "The Federation is just a weakling in the human world that has exhausted all its strength and is at the mercy of others. What's the use of fighting for victory after victory? The war has just begun."

"Yes. Dozens of human countries and hundreds of billions of people were swept away." Boswell's voice sounded a little erratic in Fatty's ears: "Countless soldiers, countless mechas, countless

Qing warships. Once this war starts, it can never be stopped. Only when one side is unable to continue the war can we win peace."

A sad and bitter smile appeared on the fat man's face: "In that case, the Lere Federation will never survive to the end. No matter which side wins the victory between the Fei League and Xiyue, we are all losers!"

"But what if we master the new space jumping technology." Boswell's voice became a little excited: "What if we mastered a supercomputer with artificial intelligence? What if we could use this to integrate Le
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