Skynet Architect

Is your dream still there?

There was desolation in front of his eyes, and the black gravel slapped fiercely on the car window by the strong wind. He was always so desolate, letting the gravel slap on his body, Si Fan greeted the storm.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the front, which was a fertile plain. Behind him, the strong wind was still blowing violently against the clothes behind him, and every inch of his skin was ravaged by gravel.

It doesn't matter, the plain in front of him is the place he wants.

"Aspiring seniors all over the world, are your dreams still there?" Si Fan roared at the strong wind.

This is the place where the Uranus School was built, and it is also the place Si Fan chose. It is Si Fan's ultimate goal to build a school here specifically for this war.

The wind and sand blew past, and there was seven points of desolation, three points of melancholy, and the mottled land had long been ravaged by the strong wind.

And the earth is very poor, ravaged by the wind.

It was just hysterical yelling, without any response. He looked at this land, and what came out of his heart was the mourning for this place. He was always a boy who pursued his dreams. Now he is old without knowing it. Do they still have dreams? ?

What Si Fan thought was, there should be more.

They may now have their own positions and their own lives, occasionally taste the bitterness of life, and occasionally recall the youth and frivolity at that time.

Their dreams have all been let go, young people are chasing their dreams recklessly, but after the older ones carry a house, a car and a family on their backs, they are like old turtles carrying a mountain on their backs, they can no longer pursue their dreams, they can only bring Move forward with a burden.

Those who have longed for and are within reach have all been given up. They know that it is just a dream. Dreams and life seem very close, but they are actually far away.

Now, Si Fan really wants people to get in touch with their dreams. As long as they don't die, the torch of chasing dreams will never go out.

Just in Uranus, a young man who looked a little thin was cleaning the gun oil for his gun.

He is taciturn and seems to be a guy who is not easy to get along with. He just looks at the firearm in his hand. This is his favorite rifle, and its absolute lethality is astonishing.

He holds a license for this gun. After all, this is a kind gun. He will never be able to shoot bullets, so his identity is marked on the license for this gun. A Barrett The company's collector's edition model gun.

Everything about him is similar to the original gun, but it just can't fire. Every part of him is good, just a little bit worse, and the result is that it can't be used.

This is a custom made, Barrett special collection commemorative edition that can be used as a normal collection.

This set of equipment is his favorite, and the entire room is full of various firearms.

At the door behind him stood a girl, probably a year or two older than him, looking at her mentally disturbed younger brother, she still said, "Mai, you have to learn to grow up, our father has passed away , I don’t want to lose you as the only family member, so don’t wipe these father’s collections anymore, don’t you always like those sci-fi weapons? Why don’t you study them.”

Seeing her younger brother cleaning her father's favorite Barrett again, she felt very uncomfortable. This is her own younger brother, the only younger brother, and now she is addicted to the past and cannot extricate herself.

It seems that there is a mental problem.

But the boy Mai turned his head: "Sister, I'm fine, I just want to collect my father's things, I want to leave Uranus, no matter where I am, I want to find a place where I can study weapons of war.

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He is uncommonly serious.

The girl on the opposite side was a little embarrassed.

"Those things you think can't be realized at all. Even if I give you research and development, how much money will it cost?" She didn't want her brother's idea to be researched at all, and it was not something that could be researched at all.

Young Mai smiled: "Don't worry, I never give up what I like, I just miss our father."

"Now, the nostalgia is over, I still want to pursue my dream. I will leave this home and find a place where my dream can really blossom."

He believes in dreams.

But after all, some people don't believe in dreams.

It's like that old man. That old man in his fifties lying on the streets of New York, USA.

His body is full of scars, some were left by the enemy during the war, and some were bitten by wild dogs while sleeping on the street. There are all kinds of scars all over his body, frostbite on his face, and scars burned by cigarette butts. Without complete skin, now he is lying in the park in shabby clothes, motionless like a soulless shell.

The eyes looking at the sky are so empty.

The people on the side looked at him and walked away.

It's just a homeless man. There are many homeless people in the United States. It's not that they can't work, it's just that they don't want to work.

Depravity, that's how depravity is, they still have a bite to eat, the main reason is that he looks too fierce, no one wants to get close to him.

"Is your dream still there?" Suddenly, this voice came from a dilapidated radio beside him, very empty and very simple.

His eyes seemed to have recovered a little bit for a second, but soon fell asleep again.

Is the dream still there?

"My dream seems to be gone long ago, right? It's long gone. With the end of the battlefield, it's gone. I'm a useless person." When he spoke, he was a little bit languid and bitter.

It seems that only the battlefield is his final destination and the place he should go.

But in the next second, he heard the radio saying: "If your dream is to set foot on the battlefield, if your dream is to defend your home and country, if your dream is to become an ordnance expert."

"Please come to Uranus, here is your dream, here is the end of your dream."

The words are very simple, but they are infinitely alluring, attracting them to want to leave immediately.

The old man hesitated a little, and looked at the old dog beside him.

It was an old bully who was old, and the skin was a little loose now.

He stood up holding his old dog, looked at the sky, and looked at the things around him, and took out a bank card from his arms with some hesitation. Then turned around and ran forward without looking back.

There is a train station.

There are still dreams, but there are many guys who have shattered their dreams. What they hope is war, and they have blood and anger waiting to burn. Waiting for the glow to heat up.

In times of peace they are lunatics, in times of war they are heroes.