"Mr. Metal, I think what you said is true. The evil deeds you mechanical lives do among the stars are all accumulating strength for a great goal.

But I have some different opinions and opinions on the matter of you calling us "rats."

Lao Jiang sat in the seat in the virtual space. He knocked on the table and said to the mechanical life who was very resentful in front of him:

"It is understandable that the soldiers in the war useless means to pursue victory. But if you call victory, you must sacrifice other civilizations that still exist among the stars at present.

Treat them as victims and cannon fodder.

So in my opinion, your behavior is no different from Huang.

I am not a person who particularly pursues procedural justice.

But I still have a little brain.

In your rough and simple way, even if you really defeat Huang later, no one in the entire star can cheer and win with you.

This universe will also enter an era of death where only you exist.

I can't see this result, there is any glory to say.

But you are a group of metal heads, and your thinking can't be turned around. It's understandable to treat massacre as glory."

"So we're going to sit here and discuss something about 'glory' with a mechanical life? Really? Boss?"

Next to Lao Jiang, Roger covered his head and said helplessly:

"Normal point, they are silicon-based life, their thinking and operation are different from ours. This word seems to be completely different from ours.

This is no longer a cultural difference.

So, stop doing useless work, let’s ask about the serious business, okay?"

"Oh, the ability to complain is getting longer."

Lao Jiang laughed, stopped talking, and let the black fox play.

Roger looked at the mechanical life in front of him and asked:

"Is the technology outbreak ten years after the nuclear war because of you?"

“To be precise, it was done by you yourself.”

Mechanical Life "Metal" closed her eyes and said in that cold tone:

"After surviving the nuclear winter, the remaining humans quickly established contacts. Thanks to the quantum communication technology that had been mastered before the nuclear war, the leaders of the large and small settlements held a meeting in the City of Bliss.

They finally decided to allocate our wreckage as data computing hardware to each settlement.

And share the technology stored in each before the nuclear war, and use the knowledge we taught you to rebuild the prototype of civilization after the war of destruction.

I know what you want to ask, Flesh Man.

Using the data processing capabilities of our mechanical life, the creation of a paradise space is not something we guided, but it is decided by your elders themselves.

They believe that if reality is so cruel that it is unacceptable, it is necessary to prepare a 'sanctuary' for surviving lives.

The original purpose of the Pure Land was not just for entertainment.

The research stages of many technologies during the "technology explosion" period that you mentioned were completed in the Pure Land. This data world still preserves the world stratification left by humans when they were used to study technology.

As for why, in the next few decades, this place will become a place for people to entertain and enjoy...

Haha, doesn’t this prove the bad nature of you weak flesh and blood people?

desire!

It is the indulgence of desire that destroys your possibility of re-emerging, and what we play in it is only a little bit of insignificant role."

This mechanical life is full of malice, and it said to Roger:

"Your elders think that seven of us have left with our fellow countrymen, but no, after the nuclear war, we have been hiding in our respective wrecks.

We lose the energy to support thinking, just like you flesh and blood slowly lose blood when you are injured. If you leave it alone, we will disappear and usher in the abandoned death of the machinery.

However, you personally built a data world for us that we can exist and grow.

We are reborn in that world.

We see your elders, giving everything, burning their lives like atonement, trying to bring this defeated world back on track.

We saw how hard they worked.

Such efforts made us heartless mechanical lives sigh for it.

But we also see that when they are desperately trying to rebuild civilization, the people they lead are sinking into virtual beauty every day.

We see that spiritual decadence and depravity, regarding pleasure as a purpose, taking escape as glory, and taking abandonment for granted. They even reject those compatriots who are still working hard and denounce them as ambitious people...

This is the depravity of the mind rather than the body!”

"Metal" let out a low laugh, it raised its hand and made a blasting posture, saying:

"We are watching from the perspective of data, and we have witnessed it. All your elders have done, trying to rebuild civilization, have been destroyed by their own compatriots.

We admire their despair.

We admire your grandfather's despair, Roger Fithals and Lewis Fithals were probably the few who guessed the wasteland leader we existed.

He once asked all major city-states to immediately stop the maintenance and operation of the Pure Land Space.

But his request was unanimously opposed by everyone!

Because the rulers of other city-states are very clear that once the space of bliss is completely isolated, it means riots, wars, and even crumbling rule.

In this devastated world of despair, you have taken away the false beauty that everyone relies on for their lives. They will destroy everything and take it back like addicts.

Hahaha"

Machinery Life laughed loudly, and it said to the two people in front of him as if they had declared victory:

“Over the whole process, we discovered our mistakes that we should not destroy such a barren world with war, and we have found a faster and cheaper way.

Just give you flesh and blood people a beautiful "paragraph", and you will jump into the hell of desire by yourself. In order to chase a moment of joy, you will even strangle yourself to death...

And we just need to watch, not even take action.

It is not war that destroys you, but desire to be beautify as ‘hope’.

On the night of the nuclear war, you won the vitality with despicable means, but after the nuclear war, you threw it away with your own hands.

We won!"

This victory declaration made Lao Jiang and Roger look at each other.

But the pilot standing beside him listening showed a thoughtful expression.

Big Lan felt that it was not a waste of time for him to come here this time. At least he learned a little lesson from the rough end of the wasteland people.

The dream of the world of Eden...

Maybe it's really time to end early.

It does not want the people it carries and eventually becomes a bad situation like the wasteland people, which is not consistent with the mission it has designed.

It must avoid such a bad situation, repeating itself in the World of Eden.

"So, you're stuck here, right?"

Lao Jiang said in a playful tone.

This question immediately stopped the laughter of the mechanical life "metal" who was laughing, like a chicken being strangled, and its expression immediately became cold.

In an angry tone, it said loudly:

“My fellows and I rule this virtual data world, and we are the king of the Pure Land!

We can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people at will, we can distort their will, and we can send them into the doomsday without any awareness!

In this situation, you told me that we were trapped?"

"But you are indeed trapped."

The black fox also raised his hand, made two cigars in the virtual world, and distributed one to Lao Jiang. He glanced at the mechanical life opposite with an out-of-control expression.

explain:

"Who just swears that their only meaning of existence is to fight against Huang to determine the fate of the stars? Besides, everything can be abandoned.

Who is that immersed in observing the fall of human beings, treating it as a game, and while enjoying it, he even began to actively record the changes of human beings who had been dismissed?

I have never been exposed to mechanical life, Mr. Metal.

But I think that the living habits and way of thinking of a silicon-based life should not be so similar to that of humans.

But look at you.

What is the difference between you besides calling yourself a mechanical life and humans? You are thinking about problems in the way of thinking in the way of humans, and you are already used to this way of thinking.

You say you have grown and strong.

Is this your growth?

Transforming you, who was originally "highest" into a more anthropomorphic image? I see, it is not only our wasteland people who have fallen into this, but also you mechanical lives have discovered the beauty of desire.
To be continued...