Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 111 Meaning
A little "little favor" from Ace Bai was really helpful.

The convoy came slowly, and handed over to Ji Ya, who was standing guard in the distance, in a decent manner. Lun sat in it, feeling extremely excited.

He originally thought that the deal would be blown, because the equipment that can cut off the channel is much larger than Lun imagined, and it is not the kind of thing that can be stolen quietly and is not yet known.

The grassroots of the legion can make profits for themselves, but it must not be at the cost of the loss of creations.

Allowing Merryweather to send someone to "take a look" is already the lowest bottom line.

Lun didn't dare to insist any longer.When the grassroots of the Legion finds that there is no profit to be made, they can of course expose the deal that has not yet been concluded, and then claim that the contact with themselves is only to cooperate with the general's high-pressure policy and to fish for law enforcement.

Presumably the general would be happy to have an excuse to clean up himself and the company.

however.

Just when Lun was retreating, he even planned to simply pass on the news of the deceased's army to the legion to see if he could share some of the soup.

Duzi actually "accidentally" repaired the string printer during the routine cleaning of the Fugitive's warehouse a few days ago.

Even blunt people almost forgot that there is such a thing on the starship.

It was the bald-headed AI who suddenly twitched his foot, fell, and bumped into a sharp corner of the printer when he was patrolling, only to retrieve the memory of the original owner of the body like an electric shock.

This printer was originally the chief of the technology hunters. It was prepared to copy the ancient star gate of Chudan on the dead planet, and then slowly study it after running away.

Its superficial principle seems to be the application of string theory, but the deeper scientific basis is not even studied thoroughly by the chief technology hunter in the past. Presumably, it is an antique they dug up from a certain ruin, and it is used with a shell .

This layer of shell was severely damaged by the Fugitive. When it was forced to cross the hyperspace channel, it was removed and used to repair the hull, leaving only some weathered and rusted structures inside, like scrap iron, and debris gradually accumulated.

The combination of various reasons made it completely forgotten by the blunt boy.

At least that's how the bald AI defends itself.

anyway.

Both Duzi and Marika thought it was worth a try, because their database really stored the scan data of the ancient star gate belonging to the Chudan elves on the dead planet.

The two studied for a long time, and found that they could not understand the structure of this star gate at all.Marika, especially, suddenly felt as if she had returned to the past, when she was a teenager looking at a book of science textbooks like a bible.

It's just that I don't know if the scanned structure is superficial, and it is impossible to print out the ancient star gate.

Just as the Imperial Alliance built its defense, those angels suddenly poured out from the hinterland. It was so much fun.

You can only try, and there is no loss to them anyway.

Fortunately, it can only be Lun.

The slow-moving convoy did not contain any creations that cut off the channel.Its task is only to transport the printer, and then transport it and the hard disk with the recorded data back.

This not only took into account the concerns of the grassroots of the Corps, it was really just a "take a look"; it also gave Lun room to bargain, and everyone talked happily, harmoniously and happily.

I just hope that Professor Marika won't turn his back on her.

Lun's excited nerves from bargaining slowly cooled down, along with the sweat on his forehead.He inhaled, and he didn't want to think about whether it would be too risky to put all the "eggs" here with Marika.

Just thought.

Outside the car window, Ji Zhi, who was a guard in name but actually carefully monitored the whole journey, caught up with the convoy in a few steps, stomping on the horse's hooves, and greeted Lun leisurely under the night and the dismantled moonlight.

……

The night sky controlled by the Legion is so peaceful.

In contrast, the virtual world is getting more and more intense.

Under the gorgeous official website, the countdown to the banquet and award ceremony entered.The moon debris was slowly pushed to the predetermined height, and more and more important people made appointments to attend.

Such traffic has made some giant companies that seem to be forced to pay, one by one, drop the pretense of refusal and welcome, and donate generously.Some branches with insufficient budget have begun to reconnect with the headquarters that was almost broken.

Even Merryweather, Lunn is just a high-level executive after all.Although facing the pressure of the legion, the company was united as never before, but gradually a new management center was separated because of this banquet.

At present, the two centers have their own goals, there is no fundamental conflict of interest, and they will cooperate with each other for the sake of each other.

But as time went on, the superficial harmony would be torn to pieces sooner or later, especially now that Lun's actions had been going on for too long without any real progress.

Even in order to stabilize the minds of his subordinates, he didn't dare to leave a way out for himself.The slightest hesitation of the boss will be multiplied under high pressure, but sometimes, it is just such a short breath that can win the final victory.

Renn has put all his eggs in one basket.

Under his command, the technical team sorted out a site suitable for the operation of the printer, connected the energy sources, and everything was ready.

He rubbed his hands, not even covering the sweat with the plastic sheeting anymore, and stood beside Marika in the dripping stream of his palms.

The professor didn't shy away.

then.

The arc flickered in the silence, and the "strings" that made up matter were plucked.Lun looked up at the activation of the creation, and suddenly realized that there was no longer any fear in his heart, no matter what the ending was, he would accept it calmly.

Marika beside her was not breathing.

Lun suddenly said: "Professor, after that, can I trouble you to transform me into a deceased person?"

Marika looked at him sideways and asked him why with body language.

"... Well, you are just using me, anyone can see it; I have also thought about it carefully, the possibility that you will hand over the army of the dead to me is really low, my gamble is no different from losing ;”

"So, when I go back, I will definitely be eaten alive by my subordinates and colleagues, and maybe I will be chopped up and used as building materials. I don't want to die, so it's better to become a dead person in advance, so as to prevent problems before they happen... You don't want to see To die in front of you with a wonderful life?"

Lun became quieter as he spoke.

But Marika was really interested: "You know that [-]% of the cases will be eaten alive, and you want to go back to the company? This reason is not sufficient, but I'm about to convince me, let's talk about it."

Lun turned his head a little excitedly, the wrinkled skin squeezed out water, and a blurry rainbow appeared under the reflection of the electric arc; but the words turned around many times in his stomach, and he did not find a satisfactory answer for Marika.

Think about it.

Lun sighed as if giving up on himself: "Actually, the possibility of being killed is not high. I still have a lot of debts,"

"But becoming the deceased is indeed the most ideal situation in my opinion. After all...you can go on and on and struggle."

"Yes, struggle. I can see that you are puzzled by the professor. In fact, I myself have forgotten why I have to 'struggle'. I know better than anyone that my busyness is meaningless most of the time, and I don't know the company. To whom should the benefits of the output be handed over;”

"The board of directors? They are just a bunch of fat pigs addicted to fake accounts; company employees? They are all miserable, and I don't believe it when I tell them; Dilian and the common people? Ha, I know I'm not so noble;"

"For a sense of accomplishment? It's impossible. I have succeeded countless times, including this time. Every time I feel nothing in my heart..."

"For myself? I eat the most common compressed liquid food and live in the same position as the employees. My struggle is definitely not for my better life..."

"So, I can only come up with a self-deceiving answer, my struggle is to 'struggle', as if someone was asked why he is alive, and he answered 'live is to live'."

"Aren't the walking dead just for living and the walking dead fighting for the same thing?" Lun glanced at his hand:
"People have the right to live. Similarly, they should also have the right to 'struggle' without knowing why, and they should also have the right to regard themselves as walking dead,"

"I want the army of the dead, maybe it's because I'm too reluctant to part with 'struggle', and I'm worried that I won't be able to hold back my body after being pushed into the grassroots, and I won't be able to be with my beloved 'struggle' anymore."

"This meaningless task of creating benefits for the company has become the whole meaning of my life."

After Lun finished speaking, all that was waiting was Marika's sneer: "Heretics."

"Indeed, heresy." Lun nodded and began to plan a health management plan for himself.

But Marika turned around: "Are there many people who have such fallacies like you?"

"No one will say it, but my subordinates must all be," Lun sighed:
"If I enjoy the pain and struggle like this, I can only share the pain with my subordinates, not the joys and sorrows."

"That's why that boy Benshi has the advantage in the company, and the people who follow me are still my hardcore after so long. After thinking about it, they must have the same brain problem as me."

Taking meaningless struggle as the meaning of life, as if living is for living?
Marika pondered, suddenly not sure what the life she cherished was.

(End of this chapter)