Not Super Robot Wars at All

Minerva is six years old this year, but due to a long-term reclusive life, there are no friends of the same age at all, and now there is a vague sign of autism. The little girl did not speak at all when she faced people she didn't know very well, and could only have a normal conversation in front of Char and Harman.

"Although it is to protect her from being used by careerists, the price is still too high for a child of this age." Xia stroked Minerva's little head reproachfully, and the little girl showed an expression of enjoyment. "Harman, now we finally have no political opponents in PLANT. It's time to make up for her."

"Char, we probably don't have so much time now." Harman doesn't have such deep affection for Minerva, and she doesn't quite understand Char's deep feelings. "Being with children, etc. It’s not too late."

"But the young people who created the age will eventually be young. A race without children has no future." Char took Minerva and put it on her lap. "How is the earth now?"

"Sarah's luck is very good, Britannia refused to send troops, Australia is about to be beaten by him." Haman flipped through the material in his hand, "Can he really bet to win?"

"The so-called war is not determined only by the outcome of a few battles. We have to have confidence in our own judgment, and ZAFT will undoubtedly lose. When Sarah is overwhelmed, it is when he loses his life. This kind of thing is history. It’s happened countless times before.” Char’s mouth was talking serious topics, but she was touching Minerva’s face with her fingers affectionately, “War has never been our goal, we just want humans to leave the earth. ."

"People in the council think you are either lustful or crazy." Haman looked at the beautiful blond man in confusion, "but is it because of those fossils?"

"Sure enough, you didn't understand what I meant, Haman." Xia sighed, and he understood the difficulty of finding someone who truly understood. "Fossils don't simply mean that aliens are coming over, but it proves. In addition to our carbon-based organisms, there are other possible life forms. It does not mean that there is an extra race in the universe, but that there are unlimited possibilities."

"Sure enough, I still don't understand..."

"For example, the common silicon-based life in fantasy novels may really exist, and metal-based life is also possible. To exaggerate, life as large as the astral, life as small as the nano-level, and even completely unimaginable, such as computer viruses. Is it possible for this form of life to exist?" Xia felt chills on her back whenever she talked about this, "Don't be attached to what is in front of you, but see the greater reality after that."

"So Adrian Lingoes is the only one who understands you." Haman said this with a hint of jealousy, "but he didn't appreciate it, and instead ran away with the little princess of the Klein family. For a young doctor who is full of blood, it's probably more attractive than beautiful women, right?"

"He is a person who really understands the meaning of fossils. He is in awe of the universe after he understands all this. I can feel it as an NT person." He shook his head regretfully, "Obviously there is such a level of technology and such excellent NT induction, why waste your own power? Maybe only after letting him see the Antarctic things and letting him know how urgent it is, he will truly understand my thoughts."

"Antarctic stuff?" Harman became alert, "Char, this is the first time you mentioned this to me."

"...I wandered around the earth for a while after I died, and I strayed into Antarctica once. You know, Antarctica was blocked by Britannia, and it is said to have monopolized the right to exploit resources." Char deliberately blurred it. A person’s name, he didn’t want to precede this person in front of Harman, "But it was a lie. I understood it the moment I approached it. Although I didn’t see it with my own eyes, as an NT, I could feel that there was under the ice. Some kind of powerful creature."

"Sea monster?" This was Harman's first reaction, because today's Char has always said something like science fiction.

"It's a vast, magnificent, and pure consciousness, and there is an absolute difference in quality from the human soul." Minerva in his arms seemed to feel Xia's anxiety and raised his head to look at him. The ignorant and decadent rulers think that they will become gods by mastering technology, and they can seal this kind of thing under the ice and sit back and relax. A group of vulgar things, precisely because of human stupidity, greed, conceit, and no matter how lofty, will eventually be bureaucratic Being swallowed by the ignorant masses, it is absolutely impossible to compete with such an absolute existence."

Harman hopes that Char is making up stories, but NT can't deceive each other.

"The earth is a trap, and it will eventually become a cage for all human beings. I don't know what means or methods are used, but no one can escape from all of this, so we must go to the universe. This is the only way out." Xia Ya tightened. The little girl in her arms, "Do whatever it takes to do this."

"Char?" Minerva couldn't understand what he was talking about, but felt a little scared, and stretched out a little hand to touch his face.

"The so-called NewType is a self-help of the human race. It is a temptation to get rid of the corrupted old image and move towards a higher level of life form." Xia grabbed Minerva's little hand and placed it on his face, "but There is no time for step-by-step progress. I don’t know when the final judgment will be, but humans have already lived one day or less. There is no time to wait for the emergence of new humans, and we must promote it by ourselves, even with the most extreme method."

"The modification of the gamma-ray laser gun is very smooth." Harman knew that Char's most extreme method was referring to this. "It is clearly a system for charging the solar sail of a spacecraft to keep mankind away from the earth. It has become a weapon aimed at the earth, but the purpose is subtle and consistent. It is really ironic. Xia, don't you give her a suitable name?"

"...It's called Genesis, how about it, Haman?" Xia's meditation gave the answer, "Instead of letting unknown creatures of unknown origin judge mankind, let us create a brand new future by ourselves."

"Very good name, full of power of conviction." Harman smiled with satisfaction. Such confident Xia is the man he likes. "So far, everything is going well. Some uranium mines are already being mined. Wait until Genesis. When all is completed, Speaker Sara will complete his mission. Human beings are forced to leave the earth, and you will be successful in the future of the race."

"Nothing is guaranteed to succeed. Excessive self-confidence will become a stumbling block to yourself. Haman, the smooth situation has made you careless." Xia put Mineva on the ground on her lap and stood up." I've been walking a tightrope from start to finish. Failure is the most possible thing. If I fail, you can leave PLANT with Minerva, and don't continue to be entangled in the political whirlpool."

"Why? Don't you believe in my ability? Even if I am alone, you can continue your will."

"If I failed, it means that this road will not work. It doesn't make sense to continue entanglement, and it will not be good for Minerva's growth." Xia took Minerva's little hand, "You must remember to educate her so that she will not become People like Zabi's. Let her be a good woman who is unbiased and knows how to love."

"But isn't humanity going to end sooner or later, where can we escape without PLANT?" Harman disagrees, "If what you say is true, can Minerva live to that time?"

"Go to the moon." Xia sighed regretfully again. "The only one who understands is there. I hope he knows what he is doing."

...

"So what the **** am I doing?" Ed sighed feebly, and now what he is doing has nothing to do with science. It should be psychology, no, it's the field of metaphysics.

He fell asleep on the sofa while listening to Lux’s singing last night. The girl actually sat on the sofa with him for the night. After waking up in the morning, he opened his eyes and saw Lux leaning on the sofa. Sleeping position on the sofa. He didn't go home until four o'clock in the morning, and Lacus waited until four o'clock to comfort him, who was a little disappointed, and then made do with him all night on the sofa. After getting up this morning, the girl still cooked him breakfast as always. He felt guilty no matter what he thought.

However, because of the girl's encouragement, he had the illusion that he could still fight, so he found Roland and TurnA to start the second round of battle after getting up.

After repeated confirmation with Roland, he got two bad news.

The first is that TurnX really doesn't exist. It has been decades since the black technology remains were discovered. Everything has been excavated and sorted out. Roland swears that although most of the things cannot be shown to him, there is absolutely nothing called TurnX or something that looks like a TurnX component. .

The second is that TurnA cannot be shut down for a long time. This is not a recent thing, but it has been like this since Roland got TurnA. Usually the so-called shutdown or restart only resets the state of the operating system, and the core energy cannot be turned off, whether it is the body itself or the core fighter.

The second point, in Ed's view, should also be the influence of the virus. In order for the erosion to proceed smoothly, refusing to be cut off is the quality of a good virus. Thinking about it now, it was the virus that got the Nanoworms down so easily. Back then, he always felt that he had taken advantage of TurnA. For some reason, Nanoworm's defense system did not have any effective resistance. Now it seems that the erosion has destroyed part of TurnA's functions.

It is unrealistic to let him repair TurnA. He didn't believe that he could kill the virus. As a professional scholar, he dared to judge his own level. But maybe you can struggle a bit and find a way to stop TurnA's energy and stop the virus's erosion. At least this way, there is no need to worry about TurnA exploding tomorrow, which is better than nothing.

But the scientific means can no longer be counted on, and he is now looking for clues in the metaphysical means. TurnA has more than 300 languages ​​to choose from, which means there are more than 300 different crash screens, and Ed is watching them one by one. After reading these more than three hundred, my eyes are almost gone.

He has done MS's operating system himself. Although his operating system usually has only a dozen languages ​​to choose from, there must be simplified Chinese in it, and he will definitely add some hard-to-find easter eggs in the simplified Chinese interface, which is consistent with his bad taste in the paper. of. As far as he knows, Dr. Minovsky is similar to him, adding some native-speaking easter eggs to his works during his lifetime.

It should be said that whether it is science or art, the more outstanding people in a certain field, the more they like to add concealed private goods to their works, and the native language is often the best soil for private goods to hide.

What Ed is doing now is praying that TurnA's operating system writer is as nasty as him, and trying to find the native language of the writer from more than three hundred languages.

Yes, it has nothing to do with scientific research. This is pure metaphysics. The helpless Doctor Lingoes facelessly faced Lacus who had encouraged him, and began to be a dead horse doctor.

After tossing for an unknown period of time and changing nearly three hundred languages ​​in a row, Ed felt that he was about to begin to have hallucinations, he finally discovered something that was almost invisible and was different from the interface of other languages. He even washed his face in case he really had hallucinations.

"It must be teasing me." He thought it would be better for him to wash his face again, "Simplified Chinese?!"

Author's message:

PS: Don't worry, it's not a double pass.