Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 342 Cowardice
Consciousness is neither the water in the cup nor the cup itself, but a continuous ripple produced by specific water contained in a specific cup?

Levina felt that this metaphor was very fresh, so she memorized it silently, and felt that this was probably all she had gained this time.

And Jin Mian just frowned, feeling extremely bored.

It is talking about "meaning" again.

What about the rest of the library civilization?Do you also believe in the elder's rhetoric?

Observing all the survivors in the library by Xiaohui's fleet, it is obviously impossible to get an accurate understanding of all the staff here—after all, Jin Mian is not very good at using the fleet, and it has only been a few hours since he came to this planet to do his best.

So Jin Mian looked directly at Wolfe: "What about you? Do you believe what the elder said?"

Before Wolf opened his mouth, a set of official articles matured in his chest in an instant. Normally, he could easily maintain the face of the elder, whitewash the intensity of the conflict, and deeply hide his own thoughts. Everything will be fine.

But Jinmian waved his hand and stopped Wolfe from exporting that perfect rhetoric:
"The situation is urgent, and I won't be polite to you, so think it through before you say it—I will think what your elder said is the thinking of half of the survivors of your civilization; and your attitude to me will represent the remaining half of the survivors." Attitude."

Wolf froze for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the compatriots in the library who were illuminated by the blue light: "...half? How can I represent so many people?"

Jin Mian squinted: "Because I only know you and your elder, two librarians, isn't it half and half? Hurry up, time is precious."

"...Why do you ask this question?" Wolfe asked, also buying time for himself to think.

"If everyone here is a supporter of your elders and believes that no one should be sacrificed in a true civilization, otherwise it is barbaric, then I will leave directly, because nothing I can do can escape your so-called barbarism ,"

Jin Mian glanced at the time and started to move out:
"If only half believe it, then I can think of a way through you to help my Majesty, and at the same time, I may be able to save the lives of all your survivors, as well as the library left by your ancestors and the knowledge inside."

The voice fell.

Hearing this, the elder stood up quickly after sitting down, and said in a deep voice, "Will the method you bring cause us to sacrifice?"

Jin Mian didn't look at him: "Many people sacrificed."

"Ridiculous," the elder also shook his head, and said nothing more: "Wolf, it's time to see off the guests."

Wolfe only felt as if he was being scorched by flames, because Jin Mian's eyes did not move away from him for even a moment.

I am obviously just a diplomat, and I have been stationed in the Star Sea Alliance for many years for the library civilization, sold a lot of translation software, and also used the energy coins in exchange to send resources to the mother star continuously.

The population of the library civilization is not large; when Zuo Wu became famous, when he began to collect information about the earth, there were countries in the extreme north of the earth thousands of years ago that relied on cutting down trees and selling resources. A few small patents and the like left behind can make all citizens live a world-leading welfare life, which is amazing.

But Wolf quickly recalled, isn't the library civilization also like this?The environment is favorable, surrounded by well-meaning allies.

As for the material aspect, the translation software of the entire Xinghai is almost monopolized by itself, and everyone uses it smoothly, and because of the existence of the library, the language library is extremely rich, and the number of users of the software is more than a trillion.

The resulting income is indeed enough for the sparsely populated library civilization to build a paradise in this galaxy.

"Innocent" paradise.

Only those who are materially rich and have no worries about food and clothing can maintain innocence, make people feel extremely good, and maintain the so-called civilization that respects freedom...

Isn't history like this?
The reason why the Athenians can discuss philosophy gracefully and gracefully is because the slaves under their command have fully covered the heavy labor such as farming;

Later on, the people of developed countries on the earth can shed tears for the small animals used for cooking, because the developed countries have devoured the blood and sweat of many backward countries in the process of globalization, thus supporting the sympathy of their own mothers.

Wolfe never felt that there was anything wrong with this. It was the luck of the library civilization that his ancestors could leave a rich legacy. It was also a kind of luck that his few compatriots could develop a civilized appearance under the generous resources.

Otherwise, do you want to envy yourself the misery that can be seen everywhere in the galaxy?
I have been in the Star Sea Alliance for a long time, and I have heard a lot of stories of bitterness, hatred and deep hatred;

I have also seen too many civilizations that are paranoid about transforming themselves in order to survive, and in the end they can't tell whether they are humans, machines or beasts.

compare to.

My hometown can maintain my true self in vigilance, always yearning for true freedom from the shackles of genes, and guarantees rationality and grace.

Is it not good?
Isn't this a rare paradise in the Milky Way?
Wolf woke up from the flash of memories. He thought that he had recalled so much and had already made a firm conclusion in his heart. Of course, he firmly believed in the elder's proposition.

He thought he was determined until the moment he opened his eyes.

The elder's forehead, which should have been full of infinite wisdom, was stretched open by the insect's chelicer branches. His fraternal heart had lost its rhythm at this moment, and the excessive blood pumped out made him unable to control his head.

The homeland is surrounded by emerald green and strong acid, and the bugs are stealing the knowledge left by the ancestors.

The survivors are no longer graceful. Most of them have experienced step-by-step luxury since they were born, and they have accepted the civilization they are accustomed to, and they have been insulated from any barbarism for a lifetime.

The panic fleeing into the library earlier was probably the first dishonorable thing they did in their life.

There will be more indignities in the future, more...

If you want to preserve the luxury of the majority of people and the grace of the entire civilization, it is time for someone to sacrifice.

The elder's insistence now seems really naive, really... so enviably naive.

Ideals can make people naive, and civilization can make people cowardly.

Suddenly, Wolf was extremely sad. He realized that he, too, had been dragged out of a graceful civilization, and he dared not take up the responsibility of representing half of the survivors.

That's half of my compatriots!I... can't bear it...

Wolff tried his best to smile, this cowardly smile was so heavy and piercing, it was more uncomfortable than the bugs scurrying in his head.

He evaded: "I am... a diplomat of the library's civilization, and my position... has always been completely synchronized with the position of the elders..."

Jin Mian nodded, without showing any expression on her face, she turned her head and left - Xiao Hui's fleet had already locked the location of the central server of the library, and it was the most convenient place to do what she wanted to do.

Wolfe panicked all of a sudden, and suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw in his heart: "Wait, Miss Jinmian, the contract, that's not what our contract says..."

Jin Mian didn't understand at all.

Levina turned her head and smiled: "You are all going to die, and the knowledge in the library will also be occupied by the consciousness uploaded by the Zerg. How can you complete the contract with us?"

Wolfe couldn't remember how many times he was stunned today: "Shorin... obviously can't kill people..."

"It's because they haven't killed people yet," the elf laughed happily:

"The genetic information in your body has been completely deciphered by the mustard-type protozoan, and the knowledge in your brain has also been proved to be completely inferior to that in the library server. What will the Zerg keep you for? To brush your teeth and warm your feet?"

Jin Mian called from the front, and Levina finally put away her smile and trotted to keep up with Miss Orc.

Wolfe was left in place, and he turned to look at his elder.

The elder's expression seemed to be proud of him: "Son, you did a good job! There is honor in death and no shame in life. It is much better to die gracefully in civilization and grace than to struggle like a wild beast!"

Wolfe nodded, but muttered in his heart.

Your appearance... your appearance is not at all luxurious and graceful.

The glory of death but the disgrace of life?Elder, you used this sentence wrong... how is it used?

Wolf walked up to the translucent wall and searched for the meaning of this sentence in the deciphered entries. Before, it only took a few tenths of a second to respond, but as more and more Zerg uploaded their consciousness to the server, the response is getting slower and slower.

Civilization and knowledge are far away from us.

What about the other survivors?

Wolfe glanced at the elder, the permanent protozoan pincers dancing wildly in his forehead, as if tired of the emptiness in it.

Do elders really represent all survivors?

Suddenly his eyelids twitched.

Even when the survivors recovered from the panic, they never regained their grace—a man snatched a woman's water glass, and a child was kicked over the road.

Barbarism has come, but it's not the barbarity that can protect everyone.

The elder still had a serene smile like a martyr on his face.

Wolf suddenly couldn't hold back his curiosity, and repeated silently: "The glory of death? The shame of no life...? What exactly does this mean?"

(End of this chapter)