I, the only superpower on earth

Robert looked at this confession, picked up the ring pen, and for a long time, a sneer appeared on his face.

The next moment, he grabbed the confession and tore it clean with a "swish swish swish".

There was still no sound coming from outside the room.

However, the air-conditioning switch in the prison room was turned on, and with the sound of the wind, the scraps of paper on the ground were also blown out of the gap in the room by the wind gushing from the air outlet at the ankle of the room.

Then, the noise in the room resumed.

...

In his past life, because his scope of power did not include the "Spann Base" and was mainly active in East Asia, Robert only knew about it, and like other senior American military officials and high-level government officials, he acquiesced to the "Spann Base" "The presence.

After all -- America has always needed a dark side.

However, when Robert himself fell into this dark side, he felt for the first time how cruel the "extrajudicial law" is, and he hated it very much. In the past, he clearly held a certain amount of power, but he did not ban this facility in time. Lost myself.

However, although in the following time, Robert was tortured by noise and light sources endlessly, and he slept for no more than half an hour each time, and his mental and physical state was getting closer and closer to collapse, but he still persisted and always Did not choose to put their name on that piece of paper.

Even in this situation, and he is already an old man in his sixties, but Robert still has hope, and his will to fight becomes stronger and stronger.

Even now, he can also think about why Menken—or the group of bureaucrats represented by Menken, and the guys in the Pentagon—why want to get rid of him.

——When the East Asia strategy of the United States failed completely, and the United States lacked the largest overseas subsidiary force, then the military officers headed by Robert seemed so out of date in the United States.

Especially when the entire military base stationed in Japan is wiped out. At this time, the United States also needs someone with weight to take responsibility for this failure.

——Looking at it, from top to bottom, only a guy like Robert, who has no political family background and his father is just a US military captain, is suitable for the top of the tank.

Moreover, with the failure of the East Asia strategy and the rise of the extraordinary Mio Ito, the citizens of the United States of America must have felt panic and disillusionment under the influence of this extraordinary person.

Therefore, in order to restore the confidence of the citizens of the United States of America as the largest country, shift the responsibility to Robert, and regard him as the main factor in the defeat of the United States——exaggerate the "actual loss" as "the collusion of the eroded", Only then will it be possible to maintain the confidence of the American people in the past.

—Robert knows all about these things.

"Restore the confidence of the American people" is indeed what he wants to do.

However, he would never allow this confidence to come at the cost of himself.

There are people he wants to see, his wife, his children, and the small house in the Kalorama District of Washington, which is full of lush green flowers and plants...

Therefore, he chose to fight to the end.

The following time was like a wrestling between Robert and the group of prisoners.

Noise, glare, noise, glare...

Three meals a day, the plate is polished extremely smooth...

Food is a combination of vitamin supplements, energy drinks, nutritional shots for a healthy…

Noise, glare, noise, glare...

Sleep is like a city that never sleeps surrounded by noise and bright light, but even so, there are occasional gaps, allowing Robert to have some soothing moments, the noise is turned off, the lights are dimmed, and there is a short respite.

——However, that was definitely not the kindness of the opposite party. On the contrary, it was an invisible attack method to avoid Robert's sudden death and at the same time make him weak and weak-willed after a short rest.

However, Robert will never relax in this.

No matter how many times that "confession" was sent in, he had only one choice, and that was to tear it up.

And those guys in the Pentagon seemed to be concerned about Robert's age and identity, and only dared to use noise and light sources as weapons, instead of using veritaserum or electric shocks.

But... I have to say that Robert can feel that he is getting closer and closer to the limit.

As soon as you open your eyes, it is a pure white world illuminated by strong light.

When I close my eyes, I often feel an inexplicable suffocation feeling during sleep.

There seemed to be a lot of vacancies in the brain, and the consciousness became more and more cloudy.

And—most importantly, Robert found sadly that even if he never confessed, he might not be able to escape from the current situation.

It has been so long, and the other party has not shown any signs of wavering, and no one from the "Spann Base" has shown up - it can only explain one problem, that is, the "self" in the outside world may have been " convicted".

As for how to do it, he can come up with more than a dozen methods just by thinking about it, "judgment in absentia", "AI image", "substitute"... What can those people not do?

In this way, day after day, Robert's spirit became more and more desperate.

Finally, one day, Robert's body reached its limit.

No matter how strong the will is, it will still collapse after being pushed to the limit.

Therefore, one night, Robert, who could no longer bear the stimulation of the light source and noise, completely passed out.

It was not a simple sleep, but a kind of emptiness after mental devastation, as if the brain had lost consciousness.

And when this blankness ended, Robert opened his eyes again, seeing only the shimmering light in the prison room, the noise that had stopped, and more importantly, the open door of the prison room, he couldn't help being stunned. up.

"This is……"

As if he was reborn after healed, Robert got up from the ground with some numb hands and feet, staggered, and walked outside the prison.

Outside, there is a nearly completely dark corridor, only the green light of the "emergency passage" is still on, and the fully enclosed corridor is full of quiet atmosphere.

Robert was almost leaning on the wall, moving forward step by step. He took a big gulp of fresh air, feeling as if his lungs were expanding infinitely, full of new vitality.

My mind has never been clearer in this period of time, and the oppressive feeling in my lungs when I breathe has also disappeared.

Robert was a little hard to imagine—how long did he sleep? Why did it become like this when I woke up? What about those incarcerated? What about those guys at the Pentagon? Why do they open the door? Is this another trick they set up?

All kinds of doubts were intertwined in his mind, but Robert knew that at this moment he could only move forward.

He moved slowly to the end of the corridor, where there was an upward staircase.

Climbing up the stairs, one step, two steps, not going upstairs for a long time, Robert felt his body was like a rusty doll, but in the process of his knees creaking, he could feel that the rusty gears It was slowly lubricated by oil again.

"call……"

Panting, according to Robert's memory, after walking dozens of steps, he finally reached the top, where there was a closed door.

Turn the handle to unscrew.

"OK."

he thought to himself.

Then—one, two, three.

The door opened.

Light flooded into Robert's eyes.

But it wasn't the monotonous white light of a prison cell.

It is the sunlight coming in from behind the glass door outside.

For a moment, Robert was moved to tears.

However, in the next second, when the tears were still in his eyes, an unimaginable scene was reflected in his retina.

It was a scene that he could never forget.

He never thought that when he regained his freedom, the first thing he saw was such a scene...

Like a picture from a science fiction novel.

——I saw that in the hall in front of me, where the sunlight penetrated into the hall, each one was naked...

That……

It should be called...

—Is it a robot? ! !

Their entire body is made of silver-white metal, and the nesting of components can be seen clearly in the body, and the part above the neck, the head is emitting a faint fluorescence.

They are sitting in the center of the hall, and the external interface of the brain is connected to the electronic equipment in the hall through the data connection, and it seems that some data is being transmitted.

In addition, there are some robots that are gliding quickly in the hall, and the parts below the ankles are replaced with some kind of pulley structure. They are carrying paper materials and other equipment in the hall.

And the moment Robert opened the door, several robots had already slid in front of Robert, their wrists were split, and black muzzles emerged from it. It was obvious that this was not a joke.

Robert froze with terror.

And the robot stared at him, with a faint light emanating from the eyeballs, covering Robert's whole body, scanning him from head to toe, and at the same time, a mechanical voice sounded:

"...Confirmed identity: Robert Heinleth...former four-star general of the United States...has left the old government system...not a member of opposing forces...no threat...

“…is eligible for ‘Standard Citizenship’ certification.”

As the last sentence sounded, Robert's eyes blurred. At the same time, the other robots seemed to be indifferent to him, and scattered in all directions, as if they wanted to resume their homework.

But although Robert was full of shock, he still had some reason. He thought for a while and shouted:

"……please wait--"

The robot who said "'Standard Citizen' certification" before turned around and looked at Robert with dark eye sockets.

"Hi, Citizen Robert, what do you need?"

"I want to ask... what time is it?"

"If calculated by the historical AD, it is now April 12, 2027..."

Robert breathed a sigh of relief. This time has not passed a month since he entered the "Spann Base". It seems that he has never encountered a situation where he has slept for more than ten years or even decades, and after waking up, the world is already big. change like that.

But just when he had just breathed a sigh of relief, the next sentence uttered from the mechanical mouth made his nerves tense again:

"... If calculated using the Evans calendar year, it is now April 12 of the first year of Evans, which is the third day after the promotion of the Evans calendar."

"... Evans Calendar?"

Robert froze, his voice became hoarse because of the shock.

"Yes, Evans."

A holographic image suddenly flashed above the robot's head, in which a man looked out of the screen expressionlessly.

The man seems to be Hispanic, but his skin color is not as dark as that of ordinary Hispanics. His eyes are sunken, and he seems to be staring at people outside the painting all the time.

Looking at this man, just as Robert fell into confusion, the voice of the robot added fuel to Robert's confusion.

For the first time, with a little fanatical atmosphere in its tone, it said hastily in an accelerated voice:

"Navalli Evans—Emperor of the Machines, First Citizen, and only Lifetime President of the United States of America...and also, our Master."