Counterfeit Hero

The shield armor of the porthole slowly opened.

Outside the window, there is not the bright starry sky, nor the dazzling stars and charming nebulae. Just a distorted light. Like oil stains floating on the water, or like a child playing with an electrostatic induction ball, the silky light threads twist and swim against the porthole, and the colors are blurred.

The empty and bright office looks cold because of the all-metal furnishings.

The same cold expressions were on the faces of Russell, who was standing in front of the porthole with his hands behind his hands, and the charming little girl who was curled up quietly on the sofa.

A huge virtual screen floats in the center of the office. Dozens of pictures form a huge ball of light, like a crack in space and time, projecting everything that happens in the distant starry sky, and analyzing it over and over again with data, graphics, and deduction programs that every soldier is extremely familiar with. Deduced.

"If this is Russell's plan alone, then his ranking should not be only in the thirties." Sobol's voice echoed in the empty room, as if he was telling a little girl, and Like talking to oneself.

"The ultimate essence of all strategies and tactics designed to win victory is a contest between human brains. It is a conspiracy. It is a secret that is kept secret. It is a plot. It is a conspiracy to think and calculate. The conspiracy of mankind exists in the brain, which is less than 1500 grams. It exists in the organs and in the human heart. Its secrets and wonders are even greater than the black holes in the universe."

Sobol's eyes were cold, and his slender fingers gently touched the cold and smooth porthole glass, sliding along the light wire attached to the window: "Banning did not lose unjustly. Regardless of the combat effectiveness of the fleet, the technological level of the ship, Whether it was the advance planning or the calculation during the confrontation, Russell figured him out."

"Before he arrived in Desic, the bandit army had already laid out the battlefield and chosen a circuitous route to wait for him to walk into the trap. If Russell was not from Western York, he would not know much about Western York's army and national conditions. Profound. And if Banning chooses to return to rescue the stupid Dethick, whom he doesn't like so much, perhaps this battle will have another ending."

Sobol turned around and stared at the virtual screen in the center of the snow-white and translucent room: "This is the outcome of the confrontation between the conspiracy in the human heart. Banning counted Russell's pawns and his chess, but not his own." Heart. His heart was calculated by Russell. With this battle, Russell can enter the top ten."

"So, where is your heart?" The little girl sitting on the sofa turned her head. Those dreamy eyes stared at Sobol quietly: "In addition to dividing the troops to attack Ryan, how many secrets are hidden?"

"After all these years, you have finally become somewhat humane," Sobol laughed, walked to the sofa, and looked down at this angelic, pure and beautiful little girl, "I have been wondering, under what circumstances, You will be separated from your programmed voice and tone. If it cannot be attributed to this simulated body that has concentrated the most advanced technology in West York, then it is because you are angry at my concealment."

"Wanting to make me angry is the reason why you concealed my plan to divide our troops?" The little girl's eyes were still as clear as the shallow sea under the bright sun.

"I just said, this is the human heart." Sobol sat down on the sofa, clasped his hands and leaned forward, turning to look at the little girl: "All the reasons exist in my mind, maybe only this one, There may be many. However, I am more interested in knowing your heart than discussing my heart."

"I have no heart." The little girl lowered her head and looked at her body. Her silky hair hung down, covering her delicate earlobes. "There is a miniature engine inside."

"Every kind of life has a heart," Sober smiled slightly. "The heart we are talking about is not the heart. It is the mind, character and consciousness. It is also the rules you follow when thinking."

"What are human rules?" The little girl raised her head, her long eyelashes slightly raised under the light: "Morality, instinct, interests?"

"It depends on everyone's different choices, and it also depends on the emphasis at a certain moment." Sober laughed, "I answered you, you should also answer me, what is in your heart. What will you follow? What kind of rules?"

"I don't know." The little girl said simply, a bit rogue.

"Oh?" Sobol looked at the little girl deeply for a long time, then smiled casually and said, "Shall we play a game?"

"What game?" The little girl looked down at her little red leather boots, silently, and narrowed her eyes in a humane manner.

"Guess your mind," Sobol said calmly. .

The little girl was silent. The battleship ended its jump, the twisted light rays dissipated outside the floor-to-ceiling porthole behind the sofa, and the bright stars reappeared. The fleet of ships surrounding them seemed to be covered with silvery frost and snow under the starlight.

"What's the point of this game?" the little girl asked, looking at the ground.

"Didn't you just guess what else I was hiding in my heart besides the division of troops?" Sobol said with a smile: "And I am also interested in your secret. The game has actually begun. In the future, this It’s a new model of communication and cooperation between us.”

He said, turning his head and looking into the little girl's eyes: "Until you dig out my secret, or I dig out your secret."

After saying that, Sobol stood up and walked towards his work: "What do you think of the situation in the southeast?"

"Banning has lost more than 55% of its total fleet, and has lost its combat capability in a short period of time according to your standards. At the same time, the Tatanian and Putitok coalition forces have defeated Desik's The fleet stationed at the jumping point is avoiding the interception of the Dersik return fleet and attacking the Dersik capital." The little girl looked at the stars outside the window quietly and said without emotion, "Due to the above reasons, judging from the data, The Hera galaxy and the Prometheus galaxy, which are the forward bases, are both within the attack range of the bandits."

"And it will take us a full fifty-six hours to reach Desik." Sobol took over the little girl's words and picked up a document on the desk as he spoke.

"Fifty-six hours is enough for the bandit army to complete the attack." The little girl still stared intently. "According to the deduction program, our certainty of capturing the Lele jumping point before the Filipina coalition forces will be reduced by 20%. five."

"So," Sobol opened the file and looked through it casually, asking casually, "What do you think is the possibility of us taking over the Tryflan system?"

The little girl looked out the window for a moment and said calmly: "I can't make a judgment without enough troops, resources and intelligence data."

"But you can judge me," Sobol raised his head, his slender eyes flashing strangely under the bright light, "The guessing game has already begun, hasn't it?"

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.I had a flash of inspiration today, I figured out a lot of things, and I have the urge to write. But when I wrote this, I suddenly didn’t dare to continue writing for fear of ruining it. In addition, I didn’t go to bed until after five o’clock in the morning today, and I have to go to the grave early tomorrow morning. I changed the time and wrote this much first. However, it is estimated that these things are enough for everyone to have more imagination about the subsequent plot.

Take a guess.

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