Chapter 1368: Memories of anse

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The ancestors were carefully kept in cages by their children who had become gods. As a group of spiritual idols for admiration, they could not intervene in the affairs of the empire, and were not allowed to contact the "lower civilization".
I suddenly felt that it was a mistake to come out with my ancestors today. A huge mistake. Their position, that unique position, was destined that they would not be able to look at everything in the Shadow City from the same peaceful perspective as other ordinary races.
The dependents gave Anthes a lot of excitement. Perhaps he didn't feel so obvious when he was in the base. After all, there he could only contact the Apostles of the Spirit. But outside, he saw what he called the "dependents." The "vassals" and "servants" are those who live in the shadow city and serve the "gods" as servants of the empire, like him.
The Apostles of the Spirit do not bully "lower civilizations", and of course, the empire does not have any regulations that discriminate against "lower creatures". However, at the same time, the Spirit of the Empire is definitely a hierarchical society. The apostles treated all mortal species equally, not from moral "fairness" or any other "virtue". There were only two reasons for this equality: rationalized apostles had no time to produce meaningless ideas such as "racism", They didn't spare much time to rank a group of equally weak mortals.
Will you give each ant in the yard a ranking of combat effectiveness?
Of course, the Apostles of the Spirit did not have such a subjective idea of ​​treating other races as ants. They were willing to coexist peacefully with all intelligent creatures that could be allies, but the final fact remained that there were only two classes in the empire at a macro level: God and mortal.
This is not only true for the Spirit Empire, it is also true for the Protoss of Starfield, so is Protoss of Huron, in fact, no matter where in the void, as long as there are multiple intelligent races living together. And there is an overwhelmingly powerful high civilization, and this will happen. This is something that has nothing to do with morality and justice. This is a situation that will become a fait accompli when it appears. Throughout the entire void, the only difference in this class state is simply whether the civilization at the top is friendly enough. The spirit rulers of the old empire were regarded as tyrants by countless races, but the new empire is now more kind, and nothing more. The imperial families knew this. They are also happy to accept such a peaceful and stable situation today. They are mortal, mortal, and they stand on the class of their dependents. It is just an irrelevant fait accompli, like Pandora one and two, so in many cases she is rightly classified as a child ticket. Group. While others naturally buy adult tickets, this is a fait accompli, even if Pandora bombards every gatekeeper in the world who sells tickets, she is still one meter two ...
Families are happy to accept this division. Anyway, the empire will not oppress them, and no one will discriminate against them, and they undertake the work they can do. Get everything they deserve, if they want, they can also become friends with their own "God" (although it's a bit rigid, but the Spirit Apostle should be a very kind god), they even have the opportunity to pull it out The lingering Emperor Hilling gave him a big meal and invited the other party for a treat, because the emperor was richer-they could all do it, but they were still mortals. The opposite is still the god.
But for Anthes, the ancestor, things were different.
He is a mortal body, a spiritual symbol that is daily admired by God in a cage. He can see that mortals like himself are living ordinary lives outside the high wall. He knows that he should be with those people. The same, together, but the children they once created forbidden it all.
Because they are ancestors.
"We are completely different from you," Anthes looked into my eyes. "You know what I mean, and I know your considerations. You want to be kind to your creators, but this kind of kindness is unbearable. I am a soldier. I was once a leader. I cannot tolerate the days of doing nothing, more Can't tolerate being put in a hood like a rare animal. And ... To be honest, the Spirit people are extinct, our civilization is now in your hands, we are just a group of people who don't know how many years ago all died The remaining ghosts, you have recruited such ghosts into the world again, putting us in a very awkward position. "
"I know, I know ..." I nodded, but I didn't know what to say. I've thought about it a lot, and I can understand it all: the plight of the ancestors, their embarrassing position, the house arrest-like "dedication" brought about by the care and chaos of the Apostles, and a The loneliness faced by those who have been resurrected after the extinction: Okay, maybe not alone, but there are only so many ancestors who return to the world. How is it different from being alone? What they are pursuing is not their own survival, but their own civilization, but the civilization environment they are familiar with is now empty.
The empire is completely new to them.
If the earth perishes, you will be resurrected by an alien and live on a strange planet where the sun is pale green. You are locked in the laboratory every day. The only survival value is to occasionally answer the number of aliens. This question of "what the earth was like", you see that there are many other creatures outside the laboratory that are similar to their own. They are treated as alien pets ... then even if the environment in the laboratory is even better ,What is the use? To the ancestors, the super-evolving Apostles of the Spirit are probably stranger than aliens.
The identity of their "ancestors" has pushed this contradiction to an irreconcilable degree.
"Actually, I used to have a mortal life before, just a few years ago ..." I drew a lot, and I knew that these things I said were not convincing. The ancestors cared more than just "mortals" and "Gods." The problem is that they are the "mortals" who created the "God". This is the key to the problem. In addition, there are a lot of tangled places, each of which is smashed by an empire falling from the sky a few years ago. The time is countless times more complicated. In the end, I can only wave my hand. "Okay, don't mention anything about me. Sandora's side ... I'll go to persuade her, she is just a little nervous now, and someone will probably be sober when reminded Come here, she should always listen to her husband's advice. You can wait a few days, I can guarantee. You are more than just admired landscapes. You have a vital role and a great mission ... "
"Like?" Anthers interrupted me.
I racked my brains and had to quickly think of an idea that made my ancestors feel that they had something to do. This is really not easy, because in fact they really have to face an arrangement that is not friendly to mortals: after understanding the hometown world After the situation, the ancestors will be given immortality. Just like other dependents who have experienced the promotion of the empire, but they will not be allowed to stay with those servants, they will be "protected" in the deepest part of the Royal District, day after day, year after year, and forever as a group Living spiritual idol. Respectfully "visited" by countless Apostles of the Spirit until the end of time ... this is what Sandorah arranged.
An arrangement that seemed "no problem" from the perspective of the Apostles of the Spirit.
I just heard about this. Of course, I know that this arrangement is very bad, but I have n’t had time to oppose Sandorati. It ’s too busy to deal with all sorts of things these days. Now, it seems that Anthus has faintly Perceived the terrible paranoia and ruthlessness of the Spirit apostle. He almost knew how he would be placed, so he developed a serious anxiety, so I had to cancel Sandora's plan in advance, and she would understand anyway.
"Oh, by the way, I can't think of it unless I say it," or if pressure is motivating, I racked my brains like this. I really remembered one thing that I almost forgot, "We are looking for the coordinates of the hometown world, you know that? But all the equipment that records the coordinates of the hometown is finished, no clues have been found on the wreckage of the ark, nor have we Traces of remnants were found from the original world barrier of the universe, so the last hope is you ... "
"We?" Anthers pointed to his head. "We are different from the Apostles of the Spirit. The mortal brain does not have the ability to record void coordinates. The abstract concept can burn a mortal head with only a footnote."
"No, you don't need to memorize the coordinates. You just need a rough description of the world that the old crew temporarily docked in that year." My thoughts finally came to pass, which is exactly what Tavier wrote to himself the day before yesterday. Arrived, and probably should be put into practice in the next few days, "I know, when you fled, the Apostles of the Spirit were not formed, but at that time the Star Protoss was a vanity, and their expeditionary forces arrived I have never imagined a place—maybe including the homeland world. You should remember the universes in exile? Slowly remember what they are, even the most vague descriptions, and then we will By allowing the Protoss to check their database and pull the net to investigate, we can always find clues about our hometown. "
"Oh, it's like writing a memoir," Anthes finally smiled, "I don't dare to say, I'm still very confident in memory. You see, this is much better, at least we also know that we have a task Being ... "
I suddenly think of retired elderly people who can't sit still: people who have worked hard all their lives can never be idle. After retirement, the elderly can't stand the leisure time, they must find something to do. The old captain seems to be like this. .
His crew is probably the same: For the ancestors who came from the exile, no one will be at ease, and he and Sandora were not considered at first.
"I just need to go to Divine World in a few days. Before that, I hope you can summarize a rough information. Well, the time may be a bit tight. This time, I can summarize how much, how much, to find the hometown world. It is a long-term plan, and I guess that in the future, I may exchange information with the Divine Realm regularly, which will be enough for you for a while. In addition, if you really locate your hometown, then you will also be the guide of the fleet-that place is for us It's strange. "
Anthers suddenly stood up, and the military salute was as powerful as a young man: "Understand, pilot the fleet and accept the mission!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I knew what to do: I could n’t shirk, I was n’t polite. At this time, I had to look like a sergeant:
The heavy task will be left to you, Captain Anthers.

In the end, the two looked at each other and smiled. I felt that I had finally made the right decision, and the old man in front of me finally rejuvenated. At this time, I suddenly remembered something and groped in the carry-on space: "Wait a while, just remember, we found this on the wreckage of the ark at the time, do you see who knows who this is?"
Then, I took out a small crystal pendant.
This is the pendant found in the central control room of the Ark wreck that day. The woman in the pendant was speculated to be a relative of someone in the Ark Commander. It had been kept by me before because it was an insignificant gadget. I almost forgot it as time passed. Now I talked to Anthes. For a long time, I suddenly remembered this crop.
"This is ..." Anthers' expression suddenly stiffened, and then he slowly reached out his hand. But after touching the pendant for a while, I retracted it like an electric shock, as if I didn't believe that the thing in front of me was real. I plugged the pendant into his hand: "It seems to be yours."
"Ah ... yes, it's mine," Anthes held the feminine charm that didn't match his burly figure. "It's my Ankhna. It's my Ankhna ... I thought it was damaged I never expected to see you again ... Thank you, thank you ... "
"I'll take the liberty to ask, Ankhna is ..." Although I had already guessed, I couldn't help asking.
"My wife," Anthus whispered, wiping the corners of his eyes gently. "We have been separated for a long time."
When we counted the remains of our ancestors, we did not find anyone who matched the women in the pendant, so this woman named Anhena should have died a long time, depending on Anthus ’performance, maybe it was before the Ark crash Something happened.
"The Ark fleet is exiled and diverged. In order to improve the chance of preservation of civilization, we are like spreading spores all the way. Small colonial forces are outflowed in areas that are slightly stable along the way, let them find a world that may be suitable for survival, Anhe Na is an ecological expert in one of the colonial teams. "
"Isn't such a colonial team going back?" I couldn't help speaking out. The ancestor's ark fleet was quite backward. At that time, they had not mastered accurate navigation technology, and the entire fleet would not dock at all. They were like a fleet sailing at night on an ocean with no fingers. Each ship had only " Forward "command. Once these shunted colonial teams leave the field of order, they are involved in endless darkness, and there is no possibility of returning.
"That's the way it is. Everyone in the colony knows it's a one-way ticket," Anthes nodded wryly. "But someone has to do it. In order to preserve the civilization, any feasible solution must be tried, and the Wanfang fleet is completely destroyed. At least those colonial teams that are diverted in advance are also a small hope. It is precisely because of these. Only the colonial team and the Ark fleet can move forward with peace of mind: mortals are such strange creatures. As long as there is a little hope, even no matter how small, we can not let us die. "
Anthus lowered his head and stroked the crystal pendant with memory: "Ankhna is my hope ... I have always believed that she led the colonial team to find a stable world, and firmly believed that she could live the rest of her life safely. Even if the chance is only 1 in 10,000, I am so convinced that it is precisely because of this 'strong faith' that I took the crew to the end. "
"As long as I don't see the scene of hope dying, I will hold one-hundredth of hope to the end," Bettis' voice suddenly sounded in my mind. She was silent for so long. "Humans ... it's always such a weak and tenacious creature that God can't relax at all."
"Why do you have to separate the family?" I sneered a little bit. "The colonial team should be formed as a family unit. Some people like this stay on the mothership, but their family members are sent to the colony. It doesn't feel right. "
"Because I am the captain," Anthes shook his head indifferently. "And Anna was one of the only qualified eco-experts at the time. Remember what I said, mortal weakness-we want To keep the fleet in order, the captain must make a sacrifice. The first emperor at the time had two sons sent to colonial ships, and we take this sacrifice for granted. And think of it another way ... For the people on the Ark fleet, this may also be a sustenance. At least I can comfort myself and say that Anna has found a new home safely. This was a very popular method of self-consolation on the Ark at that time. We even organized False celebrations to celebrate the safe arrival of Colony XX in the new paradise-just to give some hope to those who stay. "
"Captain!" Lu's voice came in suddenly, interrupting my conversation with Anthes, and I saw that several other ancestors also came over, and the little ones who had been playing with them before Then I happily dropped a piece on me, and a few of them who were familiar with the "terrain" quickly found the pockets of candy and began to drill in to find food: what a simple and straightforward life.
"Closing the team, ready to go back," Anthes straightened, and said to his men.
Lu blinked: "Don't continue shopping? There are many places I haven't seen yet."
"There is a mission," Anthes said simply.
I noticed that ~ EbookFREE.me ~ other people did not feel the slightest frustration because of "interrupted sightseeing", they just rejoiced because of the word "mission".
It was long overdue.
I was relieved after sending the ancestors back to the military zone, and Bingtis finally popped up to show a sense of existence: "How about, almost get rid of it-when you resurrected your ancestors, you reminded yourself once. . "
"You knew the ancestors would have psychological problems?"
"It's not a mixed life to live for so long. The species has seen more changes in the world than your hair!"
I know that after a long day of silence, the female hooligan finally couldn't help but started bragging again, and didn't bother to care about her, just looked up at the clear sky.
Go back and write a letter to Xing Chen, and set a date to go to the divine realm-before I get weakened by this female hooligan. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qn) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read m.qn.)
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