Therapy Planet No. 13

The four beams of fire formed four bright beams of light in the air, which instantly drowned Divancotti's body in orange-red.

died?

A faint smell of barbecue came from the tip of the nose.

At that moment, Lu Yi had a strange thought: Although living things have evolved to this stage, if they are life, they will eventually usher in death, right?

The huge thick smoke dissipated quickly, revealing the fist that was hidden in it and was accumulating.

not dead!

Lu Yi's eyes are fast and his hands are fast, and the mental network controls the linked mecha to the most accurate level, as if the body is not covered with the ill-fitting mecha that was forcibly connected, but his own skin.

Her body was forcibly moved to the side in the air, and her left chest was inevitably hit by a punch, and her whole body accelerated down like a kite with a broken string.

Angel and Lu Yi acted almost at the same time.

The battlefield of mecha belongs to the sky, while the war of human flesh is based on the earth.

She swooped in front of Armie and punched him unceremoniously at Armie's stomach.

The Thorns of Death are known in the outside world for their fierce and agile assassinations. Such blatant and hard-charging attacks are not Angel's strengths at all, not to mention that the enemy she faces is the principal of the military academy.

Sometimes appearances can be very deceiving.

Despite his elegant appearance and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose like many weak intellectuals, Armi's shot was unexpectedly capable.

Just a grip and a twist, a crisp bone dislocation filled the violent roar.

Angel is not reluctant to fight, even if her wrist is broken, she will run straight to the broken window without saying a word.

escape!

Since Armie's goal is himself, now is the best time to escape!

"Do you think you can really go?"

Armie chuckled, his movements were too large, revealing a vigorous wrist.

With one slash and one slash, the teacup on the desk fell instantly, shattering into three pieces on the ground, and the two struggled hard.

Every movement of Armi is terrifyingly accurate, attacking when necessary, punching and chopping, occasionally blocking, taking some necessary damage, minimizing the damage as much as possible, and hitting every attack at the same time. bit.

"Think of you as a robot when fighting."

Every student of Almy Star, no matter how many years have passed, the teacher in the tactics class will emphasize this eternal truth.

But humans and robots are fundamentally different.

Robots are immortal, have no pain, and can be repaired and put into use in an infinite loop, but humans are not.

No matter how powerful the human species is, as long as it is life, it will face death, and correspondingly, it will feel pain and desire. Even if the original Armian people are ruthless, they will maintain their love for the military. Desire is the source of strength, but also the weakness of grasping.

That's why the Almi star has always been used by other races. Although it ignores the regime, it is undeniable that people on other planets are serious. Although the Almi people are powerful, they are still only interstellar thugs.

This situation became even more pronounced after the war.

Almi Star has introduced a large number of blood from other planets. Although the cultivation method still follows the tradition, the core of the planet's ethnic group no longer exists.

More emotions and more diverse desires poured in like ink. Although the unified training looks the same as in the past, everyone with a discerning eye knows that something is quietly changing.

The traditional Armies miss their purer selves in the past, and the people who immigrated to join hope to get real recognition, so there is a dispute between the blood faction and the action faction, and the emergence of this group itself is a symbol of division.

"But if there are military robots, why do we need soldiers?"

Louie suddenly remembered the question he once asked in life science class.

This class is an advanced elective at the university, and even the lecturer is the director of the institute, Jeffrey Moran.

"No matter how powerful a robot is, it is always a tool. We will not change the status of these things because the weapon is a stick or a gun. Programs can be rewritten, data can be tampered with, only human desires are the easiest to manipulate, but also the most It's easy to hold onto."

A cold light flashed, and Lu Yi's body fell to the ground as light as a cat under the action of the energy repulsion.

Divancotti's huge body did not choose to buffer, but his legs smashed two huge black holes on the extremely hard masonry ground.

His leg bones shattered under the impact, but were forcibly wrapped by the black armor. There was no expression on the dead face, and he jumped up again in the next second, and the armor of his arm became at this moment. A gigantic cannon barrel, and countless shrapnel shot out towards Lui.

"We're looking for a balance."

Louie vaguely remembered Geoffrey Moran's answer, "Although each planet advocates a different balance, the balance across human history is the same."

"A balance of reason and emotion."

Lui slightly adjusted the attack mode, adjusted the gun limit to a cold weapon for melee combat, the attack limit was lifted, and the originally meager defense became less, almost equal to zero. However, her agility was adjusted to the maximum. She clenched an extremely thin rapier in one hand, with a faint white light burr, which was a sign of the concentration of energy to the extreme. It only took a little touch, and the rapier would be like a Break the human bones like cutting tofu.

She jumped like dust in the sun beams, her brain was running at high speed, calculating the rhythm point of each bullet's ejection, and then, stepping through the rhythm of the guns, she shuttled through the fire, trying to find the timing of the next attack.

A delicate balance is maintained.

"If the future of robots is to have human emotions, why can't the future of human beings have the near-perfect rationality and sophisticated data processing capabilities of robots?"

"Perhaps the idea was a fantasy a long time ago."

When the get out of class bell rang, Jeffrey began to organize the materials at hand.

"But as we all know, during the research process of the Federal Unified Language, the Federation not only released the first edition of the "Cosmic Language Dictionary" in three years, but also the discovery of the spiritual network and the spiritual threshold has also become a basic discipline through the highest federal college. become the cosmic consensus."

Stacks of papers are stacked together like a whole thick brick. Under Jeffrey's deliberate guidance, every stroke seems to affect the resonance of the spiritual network of every student present.

"The spiritual network that imitated the Internet was born in the laboratory, and we gave it the name of the Star Network. After the initial human experiment, it was initially the military, the federal high-level, and finally the federal government issued the "Star Network Law" to put it into civilian use."

"It has been nearly three thousand years since this incident, and the research on the spiritual network and the spiritual threshold is still in full swing. The growth of the star network is amazingly beyond the expectations of the researchers who proposed this proposal."

"Three thousand years have passed, and this ancient proposition has once again returned to the sight of mankind in response to the tide of the times."

Jeffrey paused here, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the dark gray eyes seemed to be pulsing with bright light, which was the purest desire for knowledge and truth: "And this is also an extremely important aspect of the research. For important topics, if there are interested students, they can go to the Institute to apply for student assistants to participate in the research together after class.”

"hiss…"

Louie took a deep breath.

Precise calculation, coupled with abandoning the dullness of human perception, one of Divancotti's arms suddenly changed into a sharp blade, which went straight through Lui's abdomen.

He seemed to want to pan directly on Lui's abdomen to cut the man in half, but Lui immediately pulled the distance between the two of them, Divancotti's arm was full of Lui's sticky blood.

There was a momentary sluggishness in Lui's movements.

Immediately afterwards, the next round of intensive artillery fire struck again.

This time, she couldn't dodge 100%.

After Jeffrey finished speaking, he glanced at the students present and left the discussion topics for the class:

"Can the future of human evolution -- whether -- be based on the development of the psychic web? Will it be the foundation upon which the future evolution of humanity depends?"

***

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

When the executioner opened Locke's door, he heard a madman turning around with red eyes.

He was wearing a green military uniform, his pale face, and his thin body made him seem out of place with this dress.

Locke's hands and feet were still in shackles. Perhaps it was detected that Locke had no attack power, and the restrictions on him were not as dead as Lui's, but he was only chained to one side with ordinary shackles with chains.

He was trapped in the corner of the room like a trapped beast, and kept spinning in circles. When the soldiers came in to execute the execution and opened the door, he suddenly raised the volume and roared: "That's my research data! How could it appear in here!"

Soldier:"…"

Although he didn't know what the intruder was muttering, the soldier simply glanced at each other.

The place of execution is an open plaza, and people who have always violated the laws of the planet will be brought there to execute punishment. They come here to bring people to the open plaza.

Locke is not a fighter like Lui Angel, and he is nothing without a scalpel.

The soldiers quickly subdued him in place and took him out of the laboratory in two or three steps.

"What's up with him?"

The soldier who was escorting Dawn saw it and couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows, go crazy."

"Hey! Stupid brat!" Locke was escorted out when he saw Dawn, and he was a little more awake, and he shouted aloud regardless.

"Silence!" The soldier glared at him, "Keep your mouth shut for me in the research institute!"

"That's a human experiment!" Locke clenched the shackles on his wrist excitedly. "The research I did on the 13th—the data I saw in the secret room—that was a human experiment on the mind network!"

"Shut up, did you hear me!" The soldier kicked Locke's chest and smashed it down violently, making Locke's mouth full of blood. "If you keep yelling, I'll destroy you now!"

"It doesn't matter."

A calm male voice from far to near, "Let him speak."

Locke looked sharply at the source of the sound.

"No offense, I just came over to get some paper materials, but I didn't expect to bump into you on your mission."

Frank Moran emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed on Locke's face, and a polite smile was drawn on the corner of his poker face all the year round: "So you are from No. 13... Let me introduce myself, I am Frank Moran, here Director of the Institute."

He stared at Locke: "It's better to meet after hearing it... I have been studying your report for a long time, Your Excellency Buzhet."

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