: chapter 67

"Marshal," I do not know when Calleyan appeared at the door, and called in a complex tone.
Silia glanced back at him, took a shirt from the stack of military uniforms in his hand, and put on the first button without putting it on. The sleeve was rolled up around his elbow. "What about that bear?"
"... Admiral Abel meets several lawmakers outside. Would you like something to eat?"
"No." Celia smoked another pair of military trousers, and naturally put it on in front of Kareyan, went to the bathroom and poured a glass of water to drink.
This series of movements and attitudes are familiar and smooth, but Kaleyan is inevitably a little uncomfortable. He is rolling his eyes and looking at the ceiling, and only listens to Silia asking very casually: "Yes, I have always wanted to ask you a question. "
"Why, what?"
"With regard to the refraction of the soul, if the subject has memories when he wakes up, how do you judge whether he is a real person or a replica?"
Fortunately, this question is not difficult, but the answer to this face is really too stressful. Carleyan leaned against the door frame like no bones, and said weakly: "This is actually ... it is very easy to judge. No matter how the body changes, no matter how the memory is modified, the self-conscious part of the soul will not change. There is a subconscious mind in the brain to judge whether he has actually experienced these memories. For example, if he wakes up with a replica, he will ask me at first glance: 'You are Kaleyan?' Because he has no memory of himself Immediate sense; but if you wake up with the Marshal himself, you will stretch out and say, 'Yo! Kaleyan!' "
Celia raised his toast: "Oh, Kaleyan!"
Kaleyan: "..."
"When it comes to memory modification," Silia sipped calmly and asked, "Admiral Bear told you on the airship that the council had deleted my ... original owner's ... memory, which was also prepared by the council to control the test body. means?"
Calleyan was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to shake his head a little bit hardly. "Can't say that completely. There is no such thing as a test subject. It has no other value than acting as a cover. The real parliament wants to control is real Silia. .But the real council is very difficult to deal with, so I will come up with the use of omega body, memory modification and other means, looking forward to returning is a marshal with various values, but also a hundred hundred percent to the council. "
Silia nodded his head, "So why am I awake?"
Kaleyan started pretending to be stupid: "What?"
"The Alliance has lost 50 years, and at least hundreds of test subjects have been made in the middle. Why am I only awake by your supervision?"
"I don't know, maybe luck--"
"Ok?"
"I'm just a soldier. I don't understand those things--"
"Ok?"
"Or fortunately—" Caljean silla's face shrugged out, "I really don't know! Is it important to investigate this now? The researchers on the Saturn were all dead in the bombing, and I couldn't put They dug up and asked one by one! "
Celia raised one eyebrow slightly, and stared at Kaleyan with that particular subtle expression.
There was no sound in the ward, and there was no sound in the window. Kaleyan's cheeks shook a little because of excessive muscle tension. He even felt a little numb feet, but he didn't dare to change his standing position easily.
"Because this experiment is different from the past fifty years," Silia whispered a long time later, with a slight smile: "Because you haven't deleted my memory."
Kaleyan's face changed instantly.
"What are you talking about? These researchers are coming in to measure body parameters ... oh my God!" Aibel walked in with a large group of genetic experts, and when he saw Silia, his eyes widened: "Yuan, marshal!"
"Hello, Mr. Bear."
"What is Mr. Bear? My name is Ebel! My God, you are-you must be-" Abel grabbed his eyes in the room twice, with a confused expression on his face, desperately He waved at the group of researchers: "You should check everything you need to check. After that, I have to take him to the closed dormitory. In the afternoon, I have to prepare a press conference with Mr. McKee's fool. Oh my god, Kaleyan. Are you sure this is a failed product? Are you sure ?! "
Carleyan looked away and didn't answer.
But Abel was so confused that he didn't pay much attention to the answer. Several researchers came up and measured Silia's pulse and blood pressure, even with his hands. The hurried basic inspection was completed in twenty minutes, and Ebel tremblingly took Silia onto a small shuttle and flew towards the dormitory.
Until now, Silia hadn't figured out what the area was-coalition government officials lived in the community, next to the coalition government buildings. This has the same effect as the imperial generals living in the palace across the street. They are generally tightly managed, closed shuttles are used for entry and exit, and pedestrians are rarely seen on the road. Security and security are very complete.
As a "test body", Celia was arranged to live in a closed dormitory building deep in the community. Compared with a strong empire, the Alliance ’s exile government is really down, the public facilities are obviously aging and obsolete. The dormitory is a small two-bedroom. There is almost no furniture except the bed and dining table. The system housekeeper can only do the most. Basic cleaning work.
"Is this an employee dormitory in the ancient earth era?" Kaleyan was a little unhappy.
Celia was as calm as ever in adversity, turned around in the bedroom, and even bounced a single bed: "Is it clean?"
Aibel seemed to be a little bit scared that this was not a test body or a real omega, so he pretended to focus on the floor and coughed a moment later: "Well ... tomorrow, Speaker Marcus will come to see you, and hold a full-faced meeting two days later The press conference of the galaxy announced the news that "Marshal is back". You may not be able to walk around before, I have to bring this locator to you. And this is a communicator, if you need anything, pass Contact me directly. "
Calleyan was furious again, stopped by Celia's wink, and then reached out to let Eber catch the ring-shaped locator on his wrist.
"Who will attend the press conference?"
"Parliament and military representatives, family members of the soldiers killed in the Shining Legion, diplomats and news media in other countries." Abelton paused, his eyes down: "There are also some special guests, but the military Communicating with the parliament and trying to keep them out of the game. "
"What is it?" Kaleyanchi asked.
Abel was about to say something, and suddenly he heard only a distant explosion from the window. The three turned their heads together, and saw a space crack in the distant sky. Several dark animal-shaped flying devices were bursting out of the gap at an alarming speed, and disappeared in the buildings of the parliament.
Before the two generals responded, Silia turned her head back, her expression very clear: "Dark Star Hall?"
"Yes, but how do you--"
"Yunes and Osrod?"
Abel opened his mouth wide and closed it suddenly after a few seconds: "Yes ... yes, Yunes and Osrod, and maybe other warriors. Dark Star Church and the Consertrin family are very close, Even Speaker Markas is controlled to a certain extent, not to mention a considerable portion of the military generals. "
Silia nodded, silently.
As speaker who led Parliament to surrender to the empire, Douglas Conceitlin had long resigned from all public positions, but the family was not far from the political center. Hundreds of years of accumulated power have allowed them to influence the existing parliament from all aspects, and it is only natural that Marcus, as a new speaker elected hurriedly after the establishment of the exile government, was forced to control them.
As for the military general, Silia, who died 50 years ago, the parliament did not know how many major blood exchanges had been made to the military. Except for those who have made great achievements, how much left for Celia's confidant?
Aibel didn't stay for a long time and quickly hurried to Parliament. Carleyan followed him out of the door, and before he left, he seemed to be a little stunned, and looked back at Silia seriously: "If you want to leave, I can't arrange it now."
Silia raised his hand to stop him. "Whether I'm real or not, I'm already in the league now. It's better to help me to stay than to leave me. Is it still important?"
Kaleyan wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Silia's deep voice: "I know you are kind, but there is a finished egg under the nest? In this environment, the so-called" personal freedom "is purely a dream. . "
Calleyan was speechless, and eventually left the dormitory.
Griffin floated in front of the window, watching him sympathetically and quickly stepped onto the shuttle: "Why does he have the feeling of being forced by a deceased child to be adopted by a stepdaughter? This must be a bad day , Gavin, you hit him on the airship two days ago, but you are the son of yours, so you have to go! "
"..." Silia squeezed the griffin's ear and drew it over, shaking it in front of his eyes: "Can you invade the coalition government management system?"
"Yes! But I'm a small light brain with ideal and discipline! What do you want to do? Peek into the council toilet or locker room?"
"You have broken 300g of flakes in the database of the imperial ministry, and you have broken it. Help me comprehensively monitor the parliament building and locate Yunes."
Griffin whispered, "Can the little hand that can't touch the Phoenix only rely on watching pornographic films to pass the lonely long night, can this be my fault?" At the same time, he connected to the central parliament building's central management system. Once again, thanks to the shabby blessing of the exiled government's family, the 3s light-brained gryphon successfully turned over the firewall and dropped the dense interior structure map in the air.
"They're here," it jumped to a small moving red dot in the optical network, and then zoomed in on the image: "Well, this man is the Speaker of the League, Markus."
The three-dimensional projection reflects Silia's gloomy side face. In the image, Younes, Oslod and several other high-level samurai are walking forward with their heads raised, and a short, fat, gray-haired uncle is walking forward. Accompanying him, although the clothing was expensive, his posture and movement showed a flinch, and his eyes fluctuated when he spoke, apparently very disturbed.
"... Yes, the gene correction is almost complete, but this is only a more successful copy ... We have modified the memory frequency according to your suggestion, but I don't know why there is no memory when I wake up, I don't know if I can master it ... "
"This is your own question, Your Excellency the Speaker." Younes said coldly: "Modifying the frequency of memory does not affect the refraction of the entire soul. Have you already succeeded once in the battle of Venus Fortress? Although that memory modification Fewer, but the principle hasn't changed, and unsuccess now must be other reasons. "
Marcus frowned, "But, what could be the reason?"
"It's time to ask yourself." Unneston paused, a chilling smile on his pale face: "Maybe something went wrong with the test, maybe it didn't work well, maybe ... yes Someone doesn't want it to succeed ... "
"--Who ?!" Marcus was startled.
"Do you still want to pretend to be stupid with me, Your Excellency the President? Those Silia die-hard fans in the military ministry, the parliament alone has a variety of opinions, and there are even those who advocate the surrender of the empire to become autonomous galaxies, and advocate the relocation Since then, the star and the empire have been incompatible ... Many people have different opinions on the matter of the soul refracting alone. "
Marcus took a look on his face, and smiled with that embarrassed expression: "Some people have to listen to their opinions, and I ca n’t even do many things--"
"I advise you to make a distinction between Speaker and Speaker, Marcus." Yunes stopped and stared at the other side until the speaker began to see cold sweat on his forehead: "You can't do this without Consent The Lin family's support, and Douglas Conceitlin is already our loyal and docile friend. Those who disagree in the council, you should know how to deal with it, the important thing is that Dark Star Church must get benefits from this. "
Markus nodded again and again, rubbing his fingers together.
But Silia noticed that his attentive smile had faded.
"We will attend tomorrow's press conference," Yunes ignored, coldly: "In addition, we will discuss the issues related to the constellation of the snake constellation after the conference."
Yunes ignored the chairman and walked forward with the Dark Star Warriors.
In the video, Markas's face was criss-crossed with red and blue. After a while, he shook his hands and looked very frustrated.
"He wants to get over the Consettelin family and hug the Dark Star Hall's thigh directly?" Griffin eagerly jumped up and down in front of Silia's nose, asking himself cleverly: "Yunes doesn't beat him, so he hates it now The Consettelin family? "
"... He should be the master and the faction." Silia grabbed the griffin gently into his hands, with a thought in his eyes: "The Conseterlin family has been the Speaker of the Parliament for too many years. They hope to lead the exiles to counter the Empire. Upgrading the alliance also expands the power at the same time, so you need to use the Dark Star Hall. Marcus just wants to settle down and take control of his existing small power. The words that Yunes said just now are actually It was warning him. "
Griffin seemed to understand, "So he should not want you to be resurrected ...?"
"My resurrection is the result of entanglement of forces from various quarters, but his opinions are not important. He is just a puppet."
"Then ... what's going on with the constellation of snakes?" As a former Imperial Mech, the griffin still cares about the empire's territory, struggling from Silia's hands and asking, "Is the alliance's goal the constellation of snakes? Will Dark Star Hall send troops to help them fight?-But I don't understand what this is good for Dark Star Hall, the alliance is poor and chaotic, and the zodiac sign is so desolate ... "
"Dark Star Church is a political speculator and they are pursuing greater interests."
The griffin still didn't understand. He looked at him with a question mark and looked innocent.
Silia no longer explained, squeezed his ears: "Do you know what is the most effective way to deal with political speculative offenders?"
Gryphon shook his head in confusion.
Celia laughed:
"-Undermine their political alliance."
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Late in the day.
The Alliance Command Base was silent in the night, and a row of robot soldiers stood at the entrance, all of them holding guns, and infrared eyes swept through the night.
After a while, the light on the eyes of a robot suddenly disappeared, and then the hand of the end gun dropped, and it clicked and settled in place.
The other robot soldiers immediately triggered emergency procedures and came over to check the situation. However, they haven't waited for their system center to report this to their superiors, and suddenly a burst of electric light burst from the brains of all the robots at the same time. After a few seconds, all the soldiers were fixed in place.
"It's the old model that the empire eliminated 20 years ago ..." A ball of light floated from the tree on the roadside, and the griffin sighed: "The alliance is really poor, really indignant, marry to the empire! "
Celia's brow twitched slightly, jumping down from the tree, landing lightly like a cat.
"Thanks fortunately I have followed you. What can you do alone? Will you be bullied? Will you be eaten by the league ’s thirsty alpha? Now you can see Admiral Aaron In order to help you, he gave up even so clever and beautiful! Compared with your Majesty who is chasing you, he has stood up! Has he been touched? Is there any? So what are you planning on Time to sleep Aaron ?! "
Silia was completely unaffected by the gryphon mental attack, and quickly disassembled the robot's head with bare hands, and found the chip in the control center and swiped the door lock.
The door opened with a shout.
The silver-white metal corridor extends underground at a thirty-degree angle, and there is a row of elevators two hundred meters away. Celia walked towards the elevator, but the deeper she got, the more she felt uncomfortable. There was a sense of uneasiness and vigilance deep in her mind.
"It does n’t matter if you do n’t sleep, Aaron, at least you marry the Phoenix, is n’t it too much? Is n’t it too much? Well, if it ’s too much, let me touch Phoenix ’s little hand, like My poor mech who has been lonely for 100 years is satisfied just by touching her little hand ... By the way, Yunes lives on the 250th floor underground, 250 hey, line him! "
"Which floor does Barnett live on?"
Griffin stunned: "Who?"
"Just after Oslo, the senior warrior with no arms."
Griffin asked a question mark in his head. He said that this was not an important role. Gavin asked what he was doing?
But it still honestly scanned the entire base, and hesitated after a moment: "Several dark star temple warriors stayed in the area surrounded by dense fog, it is not easy to see, it should be on the same level as Yunes."
Celia nodded slightly, for some reason the slight sense of oppression in her heart became more obvious.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to him, and people who are used to being born and killed on the battlefield often have a keen to marvelous sense of danger.
But some things must be done knowing the danger, Celia was sinking in water, standing in front of the elevator at the end of the corridor, brushing the chip, and the door quietly opened.
--Two hundred and fifty.
The closed metal box quietly sank deep in the ground, and as the number displayed on the elevator gradually increased, Celia suddenly felt the anxiety, boredom, and nausea deeper and deeper in her heart. He slammed the tiger's mouth heavily, and at the moment the pain made his whole nerve tense, suddenly the griffin "wheezed?"
"how?"
"... I don't know ..." Griffin looked around in confusion, and murmured after a moment: "It's strange, there's a lot of fog around you ..."
At this moment, the lights in the elevator are bright, and the front and rear mirrors clearly reflect Silia's face—
His pupils narrowed for a moment.
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