Chapter 1221: The Matrix (twenty-four)

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The Normandy did not land in Zion.
After being "sterilized" by the "Leviathan" and the garrison fleet left with the code, its final destination was a giant space station on the Zion Earth Moon orbit.
The shape of this space station is quite peculiar. It is gray-white as a whole, with a round structure as the base, and five long "rotors" stretched around. At this time, the five "rotors" are approaching each other, showing a kind of close together. The posture, and on the inside of these rotors, dense streamers are flashing.
"That's the Citadel," Morpheus finally did not continue to stare at the star chart, but stood side by side with Anderson and looked at the huge artificial celestial body outside the porthole: "Zion's heart and capital, and the end of the confrontation matrix fortress."
"Well, it looks a bit like...a tulip?" Anderson commented, looking at the castle of God.
"It's worthy of being the savior. The first time people who see it can say'like a flower', it is already very good." Link, who is also unemployed, joked beside him.
"What's the saying that it's not ‘good’ enough?" Anderson looked at the shape of the castle again, unable to think of an adjective other than flowers.
"Chicken feet, eaten bananas, corn cobs and the like." Link shrugged.
"..." Anderson was speechless for a while, and the guy who said these comments would definitely be deliberately targeted by the residents of the Castle of God.
"To be precise, those structures are called the'circle area' and the'guard area'," explained Trinity, who also had no responsibilities on the side. "The circle area is mainly the office area with a diameter of 7.1 kilometers, while the guard area is mainly for residence. District, the length of 43.6 kilometers, the population of the entire God Fort was 13.2 million in the latest statistics."
"Seven billion to ten million..." Anderson recalled the number he had heard before: "So all the elites who live in the castle of God?"
"It's close, but it's not exact," Morpheus turned around: "The Fortress has many laborers who hope to develop further, and the various retro cities on the surface of Zion also need elites and leaders to manage."
This population definition is really simple and crude, but...
"Retro city? Could it be that--" Anderson shifted his gaze from the castle to the blue planet that had occupied most of the sky outside the porthole.
"Just what you think," Morpheus nodded. "Not all the'awakened' rescued from the matrix can accept the facts, or most of them cannot. Therefore, the original castle council decided to settle in Zion. Build cities that are exactly the same as those in the matrix to house those who cannot accept reality, let them live as usual, and define this group as "laborers". Those who can accept reality and have certain capabilities are "elite", and if they want to become 'Leader' depends on the individual's combat power, leadership, personality charm, and determination to make sacrifices for mankind."
At the end of his words, Morpheus kept watching Anderson with trust, as if he was going to make him express his attitude, which made Anderson feel a lot of pressure.
"Well, Morpheus, you are indeed a good leader." He turned the subject decisively.
"There are many captains and commanders like me," Morpheus did not insist, and looked back at the fortress that was getting closer: "Prepare to land."

The dock of the Fort God is located on the periphery of the circle area. There are 42 large and small. The Normandy accurately docked in the 37th dock for small and ultra-small ships under the superb control skills of the mouse.
Since the ship had been poisoned by Leviathan once, the crew left Normandy under the leadership of Morpheus after only a simple scan and pressure adjustment.
For the huge machinery, the spacecraft that shuttled back and forth, and the different styles of clothing on the pedestrians, other crew members have been accustomed to it. As for Anderson, even though he has been fully psychologically prepared, he still shows a dull look from time to time.
After all, the gap between 1999 and 2199 was too big. If strange aliens appeared in his sight, perhaps he would not be able to stretch his expression at all.
Fortunately, Trinity followed him and explained some common sense from time to time, so that the dignified savior did not show the appearance of a bun.
"Look who is back here? Our heroic Captain Murphys! Hahaha haven't seen you in a long time~"
Just not far from the dock, an old man with white hair and deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a brown uniform similar to a long robe, walked up to him, laughed and hugged Murphys.
"Chairman Hackett, why are you here." Morpheus' response made Anderson understand that this old man is the most powerful person in Zion at the moment, but his easy-going and unassuming behavior still surprised Anderson a little. .
"Speaker Hackett is the old superior of Captain Murphys, and the relationship is quite close." Trinity explained quietly beside him.
"No way, those congressmen's motions were rejected by me again. It is also annoying for me to stay there, so I just come to pick you up," the old man turned his eyes to Anderson: "This is Neo, the young man looks very energetic. Should be able to bear the responsibility of the savior."
Is the savior a strange job?
"Hello, Speaker." Anderson whispered quietly and saluted Hackett.
"Haha, okay, Morpheus, let your soldiers disband and rest, you and Neo come to have a drink with my old man," the speaker glanced at Trinity again: "The girl can also come together."
"This……"
"I'm afraid this won't work, Mr. Speaker."
Morpheus was about to say something, but was interrupted by a cold male voice.
When Anderson turned his head to look, he found that he was a tall and burly young man wearing a black armor with red edges, holding the same helmet in his hand, black hair and blue eyes, a solemn expression, and a slightly slender face. A dozen heavily armed soldiers followed behind him.
"Commander Shepard." Morpheus looked at him, only greeted him without saying much.
"Lock Shepard (Lock Shepard), the commander of the Fortress Defense Forces, is a person who strictly follows the rules and is basically impossible to accommodate." Trinity introduced quietly.
"According to the "Fort of Gods Convention", the investigation of any ship in the fleet for betrayers, all crew members must undergo a psychological evaluation of three to six months. During this period, they are not allowed to leave the fort or connect to any social network." The man turned to Anderson: "The same is true for the Awakened who rescued from the matrix. This will not change because of his special title."
Tsk... Sure enough, the difference between the words and deeds of people who believe in the Savior and those who do not believe in the Savior is so obvious.
"Shepard--"
"Sorry, Speaker, I'm not a member of Parliament, and this is not a motion you can veto."
Hackett was interrupted by Shepard in the middle of what he said, so he stared in a bulging look.
"It doesn't matter, Normandy has no plans to sail within half a year," Morpheus said actively: "However, since it's just a psychological assessment, then basic personal freedom will still be guaranteed, right?"
"Unless there is a serious problem at the beginning of the assessment, the mandatory quarantine observation for you is limited to one week." Shepard stepped back two steps and signaled the defense soldiers behind him to come forward.
Seeing that Morpheus didn't say much, Anderson didn't plan to pick something up. After giving Trinity a worrying gesture, he took the initiative to follow the guard to leave, and take advantage of this time to learn common sense.