Vol 8 Chapter 59: the truth

Booker and Elizabeth returned to Colombia.
　　 They lived on the other side of the space-time rift for a week. The Revolutionary Army has already promoted them as martyrs, and with this as a banner, launched a general offensive on the main city of Colombia, which has basically occupied all of Colombia by this time.
　　 During the occupation, bloodshed was inevitable. Fortunately, most of the revolutionary army abide by discipline and did not commit any crimes against the residents of the main city. It did not trigger cruel acts of revenge and large-scale ethnic cleansing. Those unscrupulous elements who carried out robberies, murders and other criminal activities in the main city because of their own selfish desires were imprisoned awaiting liquidation.
　　 Booker's return has brought another world advanced management methods and science and technology, and the organizational structure of People's Voice can be quickly improved with the help of these mature theories.
　　 Although the old prophetic power was destroyed, the power structure in Colombia has not stabilized in a short period of time. Because not everyone accepts the leadership of the proletarian vanguard, Voice of the People. Simply Colombia is just a small city, and the resistance forces are messy and weak. They are basically the lackeys of the bourgeoisie and the bourgeoisie, including capitalist alliances such as Fink Industries, trade dealers, and technicians such as scientists and doctors.
　　 The Voice of the People, after resolving the internal power distribution and personnel transfer, freed up its hands to deal with the traitors and enemies who had trouble during the occupation. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and it is expected that it will take six months to one year to stabilize.
　　 Booker didn't take credit for himself, but in fact, he was indeed the first thrust of Colombia's change.
　　 He is half an idealist, and the reason he is half is not because he still succumbs to material life, but he can't face his past completely. Booker couldn't even think of a scene of a murderer becoming a hero. He was afraid that he would set a bad example for the latecomers. It is true that repentance and renewal are commendable, but his behavior is grossly wicked, and no matter how much he regrets, he can't make up for his ethical deficiency.
　　 After the establishment of the New Columbia Commune, Booker met Comstock in prison.
　　 This is the first time they met. Elizabeth, the daughter of the Prophet, also participated in this private conversation.
　　 Across an iron table, Booker dressed decently, his eyes wandering on the table. The Prophet was shackled, in a prison uniform, and squinted. The two men were a little tired, and they didn't know what to say when they met for a while, but because Elizabeth was facing her father Comstock, who had imprisoned her for many years, she had a lot of thoughts and didn't know how to tell.
　　 The light bulb on the table emits scorched yellow light. With the unstable electric current, the light flashes slightly, and the eyes of the three people are also beating with fine reflections. For a while, only the man's deep breathing sounded. Elizabeth's low-heeled boots gently grind the silt grains on the ground, making dull and heavy rubbing noises from time to time.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Booker coughed because of itching in his throat.
　　 Elizabeth patted his back lightly.
　　 The prophet took the initiative to respond to this sudden utterance,
False shepherd, your actions cannot change the future. The prophet’s heirs should sit on the throne and accept the support of the people, and bring fire to Sodom and cleanse sin.

　　 "Until now, have you still refused to give up defending your stupidity?" Booker was not excited or angry. These emotions were reserved for the opponent, not for the loser. He just remained tired.
　　 Elizabeth asked, "Father, why did you shut me up in the tower? What did I do wrong? On earth, what kind of person am I?"
　　 The prophet smiled mildly at Elizabeth, "My daughter, as long as you know, everything I do is to protect your safety, so that you can safely usher in your own destiny."
　　 Elizabeth: "Is that why you imprisoned me and restricted my abilities with a siphon device?"
　　 Prophet: "Child, you cannot stop fate. Everything that is about to happen has already happened. I am not creating a prophecy, I am just repeating it faithfully."
　　 Booker: "Did you expect me to come?"
Prophet: "Of course. Pseudo-shepherd, I waited for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be so cunning. From beginning to end, hiding behind the poor maid, like Satan, luring the lamb to escape from the Garden of Eden. But nothing has happened yet. In the end, only a simple truth is needed for the Lamb to recognize the true face of the pseudo-shepherd. Booker DeWitt, if you are so honest, why don’t you say it, why don’t you tell the truth, Elizabeth’s finger is How did it break, huh?"
　　 Booker: "I don't know what you are talking about."
　　He looked so peaceful, but the Prophet became more and more painful, "No, you are not the Booker! No, you are not Booker DeWitt! Who are you?"
Booker shook his head, "It seems that you still haven't repented. Seven days later, it will be your public trial. I hope you will not be so stubborn in court." He got up to leave, Elizabeth grabbed his cuff and stared with a sad expression. he.
　　 "Oh, Elizabeth, we should go now, your father is just a bastard."
　　 The prophet took a breath and calmed down again, "I am not Elizabeth's biological father."
　　 Booker duo was stunned again.
　　 "I am not Elizabeth's biological father, you are, no, another ‘us’." Comstock held his forehead, "Don’t you understand? Booker, I am you, and you are me."
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "What are you talking about?"
"In the Battle of the Wounded Knee River in 1890, Booker DeWitt was called a white Indian because he was ridden with Indian blood. After being laughed at by his teammates, he lit the tents of the Indian residents in an annoyance, bringing the women inside and The children were burned alive. Even the most bloodthirsty racists would be frightened by your cruel behavior. Did you hear their cries? Did you hear them? Booker DeWitt!"
　　 Booker said nothing, his cheeks quickly turned pale.
　　 Elizabeth interrupted the prophet's words sadly, "Stop talking!"
The Prophet was completely calmed physically and mentally. He acted as a victor and tidied the collar of the prison uniform. "No, boy, UU reading www.uukānshu.com asked me to tell the truth. After the Battle of Wounded Knee River, he couldn’t. Booker DeWitt, who escaped his inner torture, participated in a baptism. The sacred river water will wash away all sins under the witness of the Lord. I was baptized at that time, so I was reborn! And Booker DeWitt, poor Man, you have rejected the Lord’s call, so you will only continue to live in pain."
　　 Elizabeth: "Booker! Your nose, you are bleeding!"
　　 Booker DeWitt has a violent buzzing in his ears, and his brain finally begins to recall something, some vital memories that he has forgotten.
The prophet sighed, "Rosalie Lutes is a genius. It was her quantum technology that allowed Colombia to rise to the sky. It was also her who used the rift to help me travel through time and space and see the future. I said to everyone, I got God’s Revelation, yes, God brought revelation to me through the hands of Sister Lutus. And you, you, the pseudo-shepherd drowning in nothingness, you are unfortunate, but you are lucky. The truth is In this way, after traveling through time and space, I immediately lost...the ability to spread seeds, but the future will not change. Prophet must have great descendants. Then I need to find a descendant."
　　 Booker DeWitt shook his head, "No, no."
　　 Prophet: "What? No, no?"
Booker: "You are crazy and want me to confess my sin of abandoning Anna, but in fact, I am not that Booker. Anna was not taken away by you, but a person named Lu Zongping. I fully understand. I totally understand."
"what are you guys saying?"
　　 "Elizabeth of the Prophet." Booker wiped away his nosebleed and looked at her gently and embarrassedly, "My Anna, Dad is looking for you."
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