death of hope

Chapter 1004 "Psionic Storm" (78) Goodbye D. Varish

Paul Korchagin, shovel on his shoulder, squatted on a sleeper of an abandoned railway track.
He gazed at Tonya, who was kneeling on the wasteland not far away, weeping bitterly.
He seemed lost in thought and remained silent.

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An hour earlier, they had placed the mangled, shattered cybernetic remains into a body bag and then into a coffin made of thin wooden planks.
The group drove to a secluded spot in the suburbs and buried her in the quiet wilderness beside the railway tracks.

To avoid attracting attention, the grave mound was exceptionally shabby, just a small, slightly raised earthen hill.

Offerings were placed in accordance with the funeral customs of New Sapporo;

A pure white bouquet of chrysanthemums, lilies, calla lilies, lilacs, forget-me-nots, and gardenias; a can of Red Bull sports drink; a box of chocolate egg yolk pies; a large bar of Cheesecake chocolate; and a bottle of probiotic pickles.
And there was a five-pointed star made of red pebbles, and the high-tech samurai sword used by the cyborg was stuck diagonally in the mud next to it.

Nikolai Kashviev, the head of the Shin-Sapporo branch and its propagandist, stubbed out his cigarette, cleared his throat, and presided over the farewell ceremony according to local custom:
"Ahem... Remove your hat in respect, one bow, a second bow, a third bow..."

The sentence that should have followed was "the family expressed their gratitude," but then I thought, where is the family?
This pitiful cybernetic remains are now utterly alone, a homeless and desolate ghost.

(I always thought... my background was tragic enough... God have mercy...)
Nikolai swallowed hard, his eyes stinging. His manly pride held back his tears, and he lowered his head, speaking in a deep voice:

"Finally...to our D. Walish, brave and fearless warriors of the W class;

Sigurdlifa August Charlotte von Hohenzollern bid farewell...

Now…the eulogy will be delivered, followed by a moment of silence…

Paul and the others stood at attention with their legs together, their expressions solemn, their fists clenched and placed over their hearts, and said softly:

"Farewell, D. Walish, we will carry on your legacy, and fight on until our dying breath..."

A cold wind blew across the endless expanse of weeds and wildflowers. The two girls, Donya and Takiya Rimi, were still sobbing. The men stared at the five stars on the grave mound with long faces, remaining so for half a minute.

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"The ceremony is over!"

Nikolai squatted down to arrange the flower offerings.

Drizzt, the Eldar, remained expressionless as he pulled his katana from the dirt and wiped it with a soft cloth.
Ando Shuichi squatted down and picked up the red pebbles arranged in a five-pointed star shape one by one, solemnly putting them into his bag and taking them away.

In this way, the tomb mound is just a slightly raised small earthen mound, which will not be noticed even if you get close.

Sergei, with the big beard, tilted his head and looked at the Red Bull can and chocolate egg yolk pie in the plastic bag, and complained: "Shouldn't our organization be all about W? Why are we doing this superstitious stuff?"

"Shh! Don't say that." Another bearded man, the branch engineer Dmitri, gestured for him to shush, glancing at Nikolai.
"Brother, don't take it too seriously. It's just a farewell ceremony to express our condolences. Our boss wants to bury her according to local customs. After all, we have a mission to complete and can't transport her back to the Martyrs' Cemetery in our base."

"I never expected your boss to be such a sentimental person!"

“Old Lei (Nikolai) is actually quite ruthless. He kills company dogs without batting an eye. His gentleness is only reserved for his own people.”

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Actually, the original plan was simply to throw this lump of scrap metal into a waste disposal plant and crush it.

However, Tonya and Rimi Takiya insisted on investigating the truth, and Paul agreed to remove the chip from the cyborg's brain.

The process was much more difficult than expected. As the top data recovery expert in the Terra Federation, Donya spent three days and nights cracking, repairing, and reading some of the data.

This chip, after repeated erasing and rewriting, contains scattered fragments of memories, including those of a Transformer Killer, a Corporate Warrior, a Cyber ​​Ninja, a Wife, a Mother, a College Student, and a Lost Noble Lady.

Multiple personality disorder and intense grief tormented this restless soul, turning it into a cybernetic psychotic evil spirit.

The truth behind 'Noriko Nishikawa, the serial killer' lies in her relentless slaughter of gangsters and human traffickers, and her search for her long-lost children among the kidnapped kids.

Thanks to Paul's electromagnetic pulse grenade, the fear that lingered in the hearts of the citizens of New Sapporo was finally solved, the urban legend was finally solved, the long-standing resentment was finally dispelled, and the souls were able to rest in peace.

Among the many fragments of memory she read, Donya was surprised to discover that this strong woman had secretly joined the organization behind her husband's back, becoming a red seed hidden within the corporate warriors.

That's why this funeral was held, and why the cybernetic remains weren't thrown into a landfill and crushed.
“We will never abandon any D. Walish, whether he lives or dies…” Paul said.

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Nikolai also looked at the memory data. Although he did not burst into tears like the two ladies, he was also immersed in grief and could not extricate himself. For the past few days, he had been relying on alcohol to relieve his depression.

On the night of the funeral, he berated the company at the dinner table:

"I have witnessed the United Fruit Company taking away farmers' water sources, and I have witnessed the Rothschild Bank taking away workers' houses."
Japanese capital is engaging in the same activities as human traffickers, selecting children with psychic abilities for inhumane experiments.
Now, they are no longer content with plundering the physical body; they are extending their greedy hands into people's spiritual world, even trying to steal their consciousness and soul.
"Tortured a kind-hearted heroine and a loving mother into a crazed, bloodthirsty demon..."

Rimi Takiya put down her chopsticks, her eyes red and swollen: "I can't imagine what kind of despair this is. I can still vent my emotions through tear secretions, but her electronic eyes... she wants to cry but can't shed a single tear..."

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For several days in a row, the entire team was shrouded in a sad and gloomy atmosphere.
This is not a sign of low spirits; on the contrary, it's a display of high morale and fighting spirit. Everyone is training hard and eager to get started.
As the organization's motto goes: "Abandon illusions, prepare for struggle."