Chapter 1220: The Matrix (twenty-three)

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Zion galaxy.
This is a strange star system with only one star, one planet, and one asteroid belt. The distance between it and any nearby star is more than a hundred times greater than the regular star distance, and that one is not originally Stars that are too bright, orange spectrum are completely invisible in the background of the universe.
In other words, if there is no special navigation method, it will only take tens of thousands of years to try luck to reach this galaxy.
On the edge of this star system, a giant man-made object with a silvery white body and an overall shape like a key is floating quietly there.
Its "key grip" position is a ball of blue streamer constantly surging, and this light illuminates a large number of nearby space ships.
Some of them are golden in whole body, which is quite beautiful, some are green and distorted in shape; some are in line with modern craftsmanship, but the forced asymmetry is very popular, and some are only pictures with complete functions, but they do not consider the shape as assembly. Up garbage.
In addition, there are some weird spaceships that are round, oblate, acute-angled triangles, and even long strips like street lights. Some spaceships shaped like paper clips even leave no room for the controller at all.
They wandered aimlessly around the giant key, but never stayed away.
Zi Zi Zi-Om-
The blue light of the "key grip" suddenly shines brightly, and it continues to project blue lightnings around. Although there is no sound to spread in space, any intelligent creature that sees this scene will fill it in its brain by itself. Sound effects.
The originally scattered clusters of spaceships paused for a while, and they scattered around a certain location.
Squeak-Sa!
With the last surge of the blue light group, the slender and silver Normandy suddenly appeared in the cleared airspace.
"Good job, mouse." Morpheus praised through the intercom.
"[Just'good'?]" The mouse seemed to be unsatisfied with this evaluation: "[Ordinary spacecraft will have an error of 5,000 to 10,000 meters after passing through the'Mass Effect Channel', and the distance between me and the destination this time Only 1,500 meters, this is not called'NoBad', this is called'Amazing'.]"
"Mouse, your bunker." Anderson, who was watching the cab, praised it smoothly.
"Hey, Neo, you don't know, I was--"
"[This is the Zion Garrison Fleet, I'm Commander Niobe, please enter the ship for inspection.]"
The communication from the outside interrupted the mouse's boasting.
"[This is the Zion Investigation Fleet. This is Captain Murphys. I have turned off the power and awaiting inspection.]" Murphys responded.
"Check...what?" Anderson didn't quite understand: "If you check the key, it won't be a problem?"
"Prevent the spacecraft itself from being attached to any positioning thing," the mouse turned off all the power on the bridge: "In addition, whether the crew is likely to betray, it must be evaluated."
"Oh... such as "password" is it?" Anderson thought of the hapless bald head: "What punishment will he be punished?"
"It will cut off all possibilities of networking, and distribute it to some places in Zion as laborers. I don't know the details." The mouse shrugged and suddenly looked at Anderson: "But, are you free to worry about others?'Savior' Mr?"
"Uh..." Anderson was speechless for a while, and he has made a series of actions since "Awakening". It is impossible to believe in an outsider without personal experience, especially the identity of this "savior", I don't know how much Zion will have. People recognized.
Anderson was thinking, but from the corner of his eye he saw a large shadow pouring out of the porthole. When he looked closely, he was shocked to find that it was a huge ship approaching Normandy, like some kind of deep-sea fish. The huge black hole in the front of it made Anderson tremble unconsciously.
"That is'Leviathan', and people in other cultural circles call it'Kun'. Although it looks terrifying, it is only a transport ship. Its next behavior is just routine'disinfection', so don't be afraid." Perceiving a different expression on Anderson's face, the mouse glanced back and said indifferently.
"I'm not, not afraid, just a little bit of deep sea phobia..." Anderson watched the huge ship slowly and resolutely swallowed towards Normandy, relying on the firm will of the savior to not blink until the porthole was illuminated by the lights of Normandy When the familiar mechanical structure was revealed, Anderson quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chuck-click.
The landing channel near the cockpit heard the sound of connection and opening. After that, a group of armed men with uniforms very different from the Normandy crew walked in from there.
The leader was a black woman with a grim expression, and her body was full of business-like aura. She only swept the surrounding staff and went straight to Murphys at the star map table.
"Captain Murphys, the council is very dissatisfied with your senior crew's betrayal. After trial and verdict, you may be questioned. You'd better figure out how to say it." The black woman The voice is as capable as her own.
Although she was talking to Murphys, Anderson felt that she glanced at him inexplicably.
Maybe there are not too many people who believe in the savior and prophecy? Is she suggesting that Morpheus shouldn't talk about herself?
"Please rest assured, Commander Naobi, I won't have any cover or concealment." Morpheus replied modestly, and I don't know if I understood it.
Naobi nodded, without saying anything, and waved for the men she had brought to start work.
The armed personnel walked directly to the compartment where the code was held, while other civilian personnel began to copy and record all non-private records in Normandy. Trinity, as the adjutant, and Link, who was in charge of the contact, cooperated throughout.
"Hmm... she just mentioned the'Parliament'?" Anderson, who had nothing to do, called to the mouse who also had nothing to do.
"Ah, yes, Zion is managed by thirteen members and a speaker who is not one of the members," the mouse replied: "Regular matters are determined by the votes of 13 members. The speaker cannot vote, but has the right to submit proposals and The right to veto the results of the motion."
"Only veto power?"
"Of course, the speaker can only veto it and cannot force a bill to pass, and if the members are dissatisfied with him, propose a motion to remove the speaker and pass it, he cannot veto it."
"Hmm...what's the name of the current speaker?" Anderson recalled the system he knew, feeling that the speaker was a bit inferior.
"Don't worry, as far as I know, he is more inclined to believe in prophecies and saviors," the mouse patted Anderson on the shoulder: "His name is Hackett."