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Don't miss the past.

These words flashed through his mind quickly. He lowered his head for a moment, and when he raised it again, there was only a cold and unwavering look in his eyes.

He originally thought that he would have a lot to say, venting the anger that had accumulated over such a long time. After all, if it weren't for the other party's possible betrayal, all this would have ended long ago.

But the supervisor had nothing.

During his time in the chat group, he had seen a wide world. Looking back at the other party's betrayal, he only felt like what the doctor had said: "The limitations of the times."

Angela didn't say anything. The network of this house had been blocked by him. The few aliens that had not been subdued were also arranged by Bai Ye to sit in a row and be more obedient than anyone else.

Although the fighting ability of Bai Ye, the eccentric, is limited, he can produce bird-beak masks without any side effects through system transformation. The combat power transformed by those 12 special masks is even more terrifying than Bai Ye himself, and he doesn't need to transform into a monster. Isn't this exactly what he is pursuing?

The pollution released by the abnormal body and the consequences it brings are still very serious, but 12 controllable masks are just right.

"Why are you still silent? Are you ashamed of your betrayal?"

The supervisor asked without any emotion, subtly placing his hopes on the other party's answer, even if the other party was just a manufactured AI puppet.

After he asked this question, he felt dizzy and raised his hand to rub his temple. He repeatedly reminded himself that the other party was just an AI that looked very similar to someone.

"No." The supervisor was a man who always knew how to correct his mistakes. "I shouldn't have asked you this question, just like I shouldn't have had any extravagant expectations of you."

"I'm just here to inform you that you lost."

"That's all."

He didn't wait for the other party's answer and continued talking on his own, as if he wanted to mix his complicated emotions into a few short words, and then forget about them after he finished speaking and strode forward.

"Don't even think about escaping. If you can't leave here, I won't do anything to you. I won't try to eliminate you or anything like that. I won't let you go until I succeed, and even after that, your behavior will still be restricted. This is my only punishment for you."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave until Angela spoke for the first time in a long time.

"You can destroy me instead of keeping me. I am worthless to you now and may even become a hidden danger."

"That's not like you." Angela's voice was as consistent as ever, completely devoid of the air of a loser. But then again, she was just an AI, even if she already had her own identity. "That's not like you at any time."

"You've been studying here for so long, you shouldn't be shown mercy."

Losers should not provoke the winners. Losers whose lives and property are in the hands of the winners should not speak rudely, because that means their lives are like candles in the wind, and will soon be blown out by their own words.

"Just like your employees, they are just pawns and sacrifices, ready to be sacrificed to the Abnormality for your plan at any time."

Angela's tone was flat, and combined with what she said, it was full of a weird feeling.

"A worthless traitor and alien like me deserves to be destroyed by you."

A loser, a prisoner, was teaching the other party in a cold tone that he should not be so soft-hearted towards himself.

But the supervisor didn't find it funny. He stopped and stood at the door. After a long time, he turned around and looked at the other person straight in his eyes, more serious than ever before.

"No." He repeated it again, as if he was afraid the other party couldn't hear him. "No, nothing is as it should be."

He was not just saying this to the other person, but also to himself.

If I hadn't joined this chat group, even if I completely ignored the other party, it was just to save trouble, but I probably wouldn't be inclined to refute what the other party said.

He stood there quietly, speaking slightly faster, his voice a little more forceful than before. "I can't say your idea is wrong, because that would be like denying my own opinion."

"But I can refuse to agree with your ideas."

The supervisor's speech suddenly slowed down a bit, and his tone gradually became calmer.

"I should never become numb to their sacrifices. That would mean I would erase everything they have done. The hope built up in that way would only be a temporary remedy to stop the bleeding. And because of my contempt, I would walk away from their embrace and stand opposite them."

The supervisor thought of those lively people, their occasional gatherings, their playfulness when they were relaxing, their anticipation for every meal, and their high-fives when they came out alive.

His tone became calmer and calmer, as if he was narrating something that was absolutely correct.

"I wanted to create her, that bubbly, perfect girl, but I ended up creating only my own shadow, a paranoid version of myself."

"I was just lost in my own mistakes that I refused to admit."

"I am your creator. The mistakes you made are a mirror image of me. However, I am no longer stuck in the same place. I am moving forward."

"I'm sorry to leave you there."

He thought of the people in the chat group. The subtle changes were the most terrifying. It was they who pulled her out of that state of despair and allowed her to see herself clearly.

"Of course, you understand. I'm not telling you this to free you, nor do I expect you to understand anything. I'm just telling you the truth."

"I remain cruel in this respect."

He said nothing more, opened the door, and looked back at the other person one last time.

"Also, they are not flags or sacrifices. They are my employees and my subordinates. I am their boss and I should be responsible for them."

After he said this, he closed the door completely, stood outside the door, leaned his back against the door, and let out a long breath.

Until this moment, he finally felt that something had been let go. People always persuade themselves habitually, but that means they have not given up completely, they just want to struggle.

And now, he really let it go.

502 Seed of Light (Part )

The room was not dim, it was even bright. The director sat there, his posture more upright and solemn than ever before.

In front of him was a machine box, which was his minister. Before the communication, he suggested that the other party should replace his body, but the other party refused.

It had been so long that he could hardly remember Marcus' lively and somewhat careless appearance back then.

Fang was just an ordinary researcher until that day came.

He remembered that day very clearly because two people made mistakes at that time, one was Marcus or Ilia, and the other was himself.

The other party violated the regulations and injected the cogito that was still under experiment without authorization. What about him?

He just stood there, treating the other person's pain as part of the experiment, and ignoring the other person's death, even though they were colleagues at the time and they were working towards the same goal.

"Everything is coming to an end." The supervisor was glad that the other party was still willing to talk to him, even though their relationship was not so tense that it could not be saved.

Marcus was silent at first, and then after a while he answered with a simple syllable.

She was now very glad that the mechanical shell concealed her panic, so that the other party would not notice her hesitation at the first sight.

This cycle has been going on for countless years, and she feels tired and even painful about this repetitive work with no hope and no end in sight.

So she urgently wanted to seek permanent peace.

That is the end of reaching death.

But now, Marcus has begun to feel lost. Even though she has tried countless times just to get this moment of relief.

Until it was really about to end, she began to hesitate, wondering whether she should still jump so decisively.

"...If you want to persuade me or something like that, there's no need for that." Marcus moved a few times uneasily, but her body was like a machine, and she was a little puzzled by her own thoughts.

The supervisor remained calm and clenched his hands, which had been resting lightly on the table.

He used a little trick. The machine's body would make the already sensitive soul more susceptible to rust. The influence of the senses on thinking is more important than humans themselves imagine.

The other party didn't know that at this moment his originally cold machine senses were gradually being replaced by normal human perception. Although it was very weak, in this special situation, it was enough to shake many decisions.

He does not intend to force the other party to make a decision, but he always presents some choices in front of the other party. He just widens the other party's path.

The supervisor shook his head. "Let's put that aside for now. I have something more important to tell you."

After he said this, he straightened up even more, even though his sitting posture was almost impeccable.

"I should say sorry to you for my indifference back then."

Marcus froze completely. She didn't notice that after he finished speaking, he lowered his head and sighed slightly.

Apologizing was harder than the supervisor had imagined. He thought it was just a short sentence that needed to be said.

but not.

He spoke every word with difficulty, and the memories flashed through his mind again and again, but fortunately, he finished speaking.

But an apology does not mean the end. Even if the mistakes are made by both parties, the other party's soul has been wandering here for tens of thousands of years. He has caused the other party's fatigue and shackles, so naturally he has to solve it himself.

"What, I, the supervisor, but." After the silence, he began to speak incoherently.

But the supervisor interrupted him. "I made a mistake back then, so I should apologize. This isn't digging up the past. Even though it happened a long time ago, the facts are still facts."

"I have to take responsibility for the facts that have already happened. Even if I can't completely make up for it, I can't sit back and watch."

The doctor had told him a long time ago, before he even recovered his memory, that human psychology is very strange. Some people are unwilling to admit the mistakes they made in the past. It's not that they are completely heartless. Some are even the opposite. They feel guilty about it and can never let it go, just like no one can glue a broken cup back together perfectly with simple glue.

So these people will first escape, forget, refuse, and finally, choose to push all the responsibility onto the other party.

Finally...

The doctor gently put down the small cup in his hand and looked at him with deep eyes.

Then he asked calmly.

"Do you think that those who put all the blame on others in order to find peace can really be free in the end?"

It is not difficult to come up with the answer to this question. If this person is really an unforgivable criminal, he will not escape because of his guilty conscience.

So it was obvious that he would not get any relief at all.

At that time, he heard the other party's hidden meaning, but he didn't understand why the other party said that. He felt some cold sweat on his back for no reason.

Now I understand.

Marcus seemed to have fallen into silence. This apology happened too long ago, so long ago that she had forgotten the unforgettable pain and the lingering resentment.

But she felt as if her body suddenly became lighter.

Just when she thought the conversation was going to continue.

The supervisor lightly changed the subject again, and continued asking questions as if he didn't intend to give the other party any chance to breathe.

"So have you figured out what you're going to do tomorrow, or on your last day?"

"It's okay, you can take your time to think about it. You still have a whole night."

"No matter what you plan to do on your last day, I can support and understand. After all, there is only one day left."

"And I trust you too much to do such a ridiculous thing."

"I'm very grateful that you are willing to come here and listen to me. After all, today is the last day, and all the things you need to do have been done."

The supervisor stood up and was about to force a gentle smile, but he felt that it was too inappropriate for him, too fake, and too meaningless.

"Also, you can always come to me if you need anything."

He walked quickly to the door and closed it gently. He didn't know how much his words could sway the other person, but he really didn't want to do nothing and let the other person die so hastily before dawn.

This was the first one, and there were a few others, except the defeated prisoner, who still had time to speak.

He turned the corner, walked to the door of another room, pushed it open, and sat down until there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

He looked up at the open door.

503 Seed of Light (Part )

When that ray of light shines through the company and illuminates the whole world.

The supervisor was sitting calmly in the office.

He did not choose to stay with the minister and watch all this, but continued to deal with the documents on his desk as usual.

The ghost also sat calmly on his table, with its back to him, its soft cloak pressed under its buttocks. It gently shook its feet and watched the Light Seed's skills from afar through the two empty spaces that had been occupied by the void.

Everything is visible in the face of its empty nature.

The ghost came here two hours ago. This was because it had agreed to the supervisor's invitation before. The reason was surprisingly simple: to prevent any accidents from happening.

This is a backup plan that is not really a backup plan. The supervisor thinks that he has done everything well and there is no need to worry about such small details as whether his behavior is not independent enough or too dependent on chat groups.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" The supervisor suddenly put the pen on the table and let it roll from one end to the other.

He didn't look up when he said this, and his tone seemed a little nonchalant.

[Um]

The ghost supported himself on the table, slowly turned half of his body around, and handed the sign right under the person's eyelids.

Very gorgeous