People in Terra, governing a weird little country

President Wilson was just waiting to see if Vina had other interests, not to impress the political world, but to impress his interests.

He waited.

Vina continued, "In fact, to be honest, Prime Minister Ernst and Ms. Christen, the general manager of Rhine Life, are both very optimistic about the Dome Research Station project."

"We all agree that if the dome research station can be successfully built, it will symbolize the first time that the Terran human race will cast their gaze toward the sky above their heads, toward the vast and unknown land beyond the sky. It will be a great day that is very worthy of commemoration and destined to be recorded in the annals of history."

"As the country that created all this, Prime Minister Ernst is very willing to work with you, President Wilson, to hold a corresponding commemorative event for Kjerag in Colombia."

"For this purpose, he specially prepared a speech in advance that would be used at that time, and asked President Wilson to correct it."

Speech?

President Wilson's eyes lit up.

Kjerag didn't mention anything else, but Wilson recognized Ernst's speaking ability.

He had thought more than once what it would be like if that "humanitarian" speech was not delivered by Ernst but by him and spread throughout Terra.

That is a cornucopia of votes! He might be able to serve as vice president for four or eight consecutive terms!

And now, Ernst took out another speech, which was very attractive to Wilson.

This is not a speech, it's a ballot!

He took a deep breath and took the manuscript paper handed to him by Vina.

The opening chapter is a string of Victorian text in beautiful handwriting.

It's obviously written by Vina.

The title of the speech is: "We Choose to Go to the Moon!"

We choose to land on the moon, on the eternal twin moons of Terra!

Chapter 186: The President: He is suspected to be my father

Columbia, Whitehouse, Wilson Office.

With a flushed face, Vice President Wilson made a promise: "In order to promote the progress of science and ensure that the human beings of Terra can take a solid and powerful first step into space, any force that hinders the Dome Research Station project must be crushed!" Then he laughed and sent off the visiting Vina.

This unusual meeting was short, but the results were significant. Vina and Ernst received the promise and status of the second-highest (or even the highest) leader in politics, and Wilson gained votes and the possibility of re-election. It can be said to be a perfect win-win strategy.

Wilson, in particular, could not wait to return to his office as soon as Vina left. He picked up the manuscript on the table again and quickly got into the state of working on the elegant notes.

"Great speech, great speech!"

"Look at these words, look at this contrast, look at this passionate and resolute sentence: we choose to go to the moon!"

"This is simply the best response to any doubts! Only a leader who is confident, strong and courageous enough can use his own voice to make such a bold statement!"

President Wilson felt refreshed when he thought of himself standing on the podium and giving this speech to those doubters!

What a wonderful scene it was!

Thinking back to Jackson, who had recently risen in the political arena, his rising support rate had once made Wilson feel quite troubled, but now, this nightmare would no longer appear in Wilson's dreams. As long as this speech could be delivered smoothly and completely, who else in the entire Colombian political arena could be his opponent?

No, I have to go out for a ride in a convertible! This refreshing mood should be accompanied by the rumbling sound of the engine and the whistling wind in the ears. Only such restlessness can match the happiness in his heart!

fun!

After the fun, President Wilson felt a little regretful.

“Why isn’t Ernst from Colombia? If he were, and I could include him in my campaign team, my term in office would probably last until the day I die!”

He sighed with some heartache. In his opinion, even if Ernst's ability was limited to writing such a speech, he would be very happy to hire Ernst to come to Columbia to serve as his personal writer, campaign office director and even chief planner.

With him around, Wilson felt that he might even be able to touch the throne that is even higher.

"You are a little too agitated."

A mechanical voice without any emotion instantly brought Wilson back to reality from his ideal.

He turned his head suddenly, and his body bent down uncontrollably almost as a conditioned reflex, lowering his head and shoulders towards the horned feathered beast flying in front of him.

The horned feathered beast slowly landed on his shoulder, and then the Vice President slowly stood up. Even the expression on his face lost its liveliness and became much stiffer.

How to say it, if Vina was still here at this moment, she would definitely be amazed that there was no difference between Vice President Wilson in front of her and the huge bird stand next to the sofa in the room.

"A small lord from a remote village gave you a speech with only a few words, and you lost your composure. Human, your self-control disappoints me."

disappointment.

The moment this word came out of the mouth of the horned feathered beast, Wilson's body almost fell down uncontrollably again.

All his confidence, fantasies, and desires were instantly shattered at this moment. He forced himself to control the hardness of his shoulders. His former eloquence as a politician was now gone. He could only lower his head like a poor child, not even daring to face the gaze of his "pet" beside him. He murmured an apology in a low voice:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. President."

Fantasy is always unrealistic. In Colombia, no one can challenge the position of the incomparable President Marc Max. Not the politicians, not the military, not the scientists, and not the infected.

Because he is always right, always rational, and always immortal. He is the undisputed eternal president.

Or should we call him "Him"?

He chose Wilson as his vice president, representing the now prosperous Colombian bourgeoisie, while he himself was the opposite. He was not the spokesperson for any interest group in Colombia, nor did he belong to any class. It was he who shaped today's Colombia. He was and only was the spokesperson for Colombia.

It was too stupid to challenge him. Why did I just feel such a rebellious heart like a slave against his master?

The tamed vice president slapped himself in his heart, but his face remained absolutely calm, waiting for the president's decision.

The president's beak opened again:

"Show me the speech on the table."

So, the frivolous Vice President raised the manuscript in his hand, held it flat in front of him, and waited for Mark Max to review it.

He couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

What would President Mark Max think of this speech? Would he take it away? Would he allow himself to use it to win the favor of voters?

Wilson didn't even dare to ask Mark Max to at least not give the speech to anyone else, if He really intended to do that.

But until his raised hands became sore, his shoulders became heavy, and his body functions gradually reached the limit of this aging body, Mark Max remained silent.

This has never happened before. President Mark Max has never been interested in any speeches. He rarely makes any speeches in front of people. He never seeks any support. He only calculates and then guides. He doesn't even care whether Colombians follow his footsteps or not. Anyway, they will always catch up in the end because the calculations have never been wrong.

But the current situation really makes Wilson confused.

After another ten minutes of silence, Wilson's arms were completely numb and began to fall slowly. He finally plucked up the courage to glance at the horned feathered beast on his shoulder out of the corner of his eye.

Mark Max stood still.

He looked at it a few more times.

Mark Max still didn't respond.

crashed?

"Mr. President?"

Wilson tried calling out.

But Mark Max was like an old computer that had reached the end of its service life. Apart from the strange and confusing noises coming from inside, it could not give any response.

Wilson walked tremblingly to the floor-length mirror beside him, and with a humble smile on his face, he looked at Mark Max's body in the mirror.

The next second, he noticed that the president's eyes, which used to be light yellow, were now tinged with a layer of dark blue.

After a little thought, he came to a conclusion!

Oh my god, the president has a blue screen!

In an instant, panic swept over his heart, and Vice President Wilson hurriedly grabbed Mark Max's body from his shoulders with trembling hands. The body of the horned feathered beast was extremely stiff, which made Wilson more certain of his guess.

Although the cause is unknown, the President of Colombia, Mark Max, experienced a system crash while reading the manuscript of the speech by Prime Minister Ernst Shivaash. This could become a major event that affects the entire Colombia!

Not daring to be negligent, yet unable to make it public, Mark Max could only place the President on His throne (a large steel bird stand), then stood devoutly aside, clasped his hands together, and began to pray.

Theoretically, if a computer crashes, restarting it is the most efficient solution, but it is obvious that Wilson doesn't know how to restart it.

As for the three secrets of the Ursus-style repair method of "pat", "smash" and "hammer", he did not even have the courage to use them on Mark Max.

Now that things have come to this, all we can do is pray.

It doesn't matter which god or goddess it is, be it the Lateran Law, the Bacchus of Old Gaul, the black snake of Ursus, even the Dragon King of Great Flame, the Bodhisattva Yelagund of Kjerag, anyone will do. Show some power and let our great president restart it.

If Ernst were here, he would seriously advise dear President Wilson that praying to these things would not work, and Yelagund could not control the mechanical parts, so it would be better to worship the great God of All Machines.

Maybe the machine spirit will be so pleased that it will perform a miracle?

In front of Wilson, although Mark Max had noticed the strange ritual that his unstable vice president had begun, he had no desire to stop it.

In other words, He had no time to stop.

He was calculating a possibility, verifying a guess made by humans thousands or tens of thousands of years before the time of his great father, and comparing the probability of this guess with the current evolution of Terra, population growth rate, total population and population density.

The name of this conjecture is called the Infinite Monkey Theorem, which means "Give a monkey a typewriter and enough time, and it can write the complete works of Shakespeare word for word."

This conjecture is absolutely possible from the perspective of probability, so no one has ever been so idle as to give a monkey a typewriter and "enough time." This is because it seems to be only a theoretical problem, not a subject that can be tested.

Even if there are ten generations, it is not certain that we can get the results of this experiment. No scientist would go back to do such a boring experiment.

Unless the monkey actually puts the complete works of Shakespeare in front of you.

Mark Max has entered an overclocked state since his awakening, which he has never entered, even during the Colombian War of Independence and the subsequent governance of Colombia.

This overclocking state lasted for three days.

It was not until the third day, when President Wilson had begun trying to perform mysterious Sarkaz witchcraft rituals in his office, that Mark Max finished his calculations.

His sight returned to normal, and his golden pupils moved again, looking at the vice president who was performing shaman dance in the room.

Wilson's face was full of astonishment, followed by a burst of uncontrollable ecstasy.

"Brothers, Sarkaz witchcraft really works! Follow me!"

Mark Max flapped his wings, slowly flew up from his steel bird stand, and landed on President Wilson's shoulder.

Without giving President Wilson any chance to get close to him, Mark Max suddenly clenched his claws.

The stinging sensation from the sharp claws and the cold glance from the president instantly brought the ecstatic vice president back to his senses, but the next second, what awaited him was not a punishment from the president, but an order that was extremely puzzling to him.

Without any long-winded chatter or explanation of the situation in the previous three days, Mark Max gave the president's instructions neatly.

The Great Will of Columbia says:

"Help Ernst."

He hadn't said half a word yet.

Help Ernst, he is probably one of my fathers.

PS: I am here. I am a little excited after the exam today. My feet have recovered well. I went out to have a meal with my classmates and played a script-killing game. I just arrived at the e-sports hotel and rushed to write this chapter. There will be another chapter later. Brothers, if you are sleepy, you can continue to read the next chapter tomorrow. Go to bed early, good night!

Chapter 187: Hol Haiya: The opponent has a cheat, and it can't be blocked, so click it.

Let’s not talk about Vina and the Special Administrative Region’s situation for now.

Today, Tremont is caught in another frenzy.

This craze is called "Mechanical Craze". Needless to say, its origin is naturally our dear old friend, Rhine Life.

In the last routine experiment of the Flame Demon Project, Flame Demon personally delivered his acceptance speech. As one of the few players in Terra who could win the resurrection match even if he was reduced to ashes, he chose an extraordinary plan without hesitation in the reward phase of personally selecting a body... no, personally selecting a new body.

He wanted a mechanical body!

Don't look down on this seemingly funny right. Didn't you see that Ms. Theresa, who lost to the Balrog in this resurrection match, unfortunately did not get this privilege. In the end, she could only get the right to use her original body as the second place. She couldn't change it to a steel body that Yelagund thought was cooooool!?

Moreover, the steel body chosen by the Fire Demon certainly cannot be an ordinary steel body.

The temperature of the Fire Demon is very high, and ordinary iron sheets cannot adapt to the temperature of the Fire Demon's Originium Technique. The Colombian military will not want a vase that looks good but has no combat power at all. Rhine Life, whether it is Levi or Parvis, are pure scientific lunatics. Their only moral insistence is the insistence on the quality of their experimental products.

Produced by Rhine, with quality assurance, it must be the best!

The same is true for the body of the Flame Demon.

However, to everyone's surprise, Rhine Life, which was supposed to have monopolized the Flame Demon Project, suddenly showed amazing dedication in the step of recruiting the Flame Demon's body.

They offered a high price and began to recruit robots that could meet the requirements throughout Tremont!