Walk alone in the abyss

Drip, drip...

The slight buzzing of the instrument gradually awakened Yang Ming's sleeping consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the starry sky simulated by the projection, and a strange environment at the edge of his vision.

Yang Ming quickly sobered up and sat up immediately.

The maid behind the screen quickly turned on the floor lamp.

"Are you awake?"

Behind the screen, the maid softly proclaimed:

"Your Highness is going to attend a business meeting, and it's almost noon now. Do you need some water and nutrition?"

"Just give me a cup of warm water." Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa, and the maid behind the screen immediately started to walk.

Yang Ming looked around for a week, put the watch in front of his eyes, tapped it a few times, and a message popped up on it.

Greetings from Miss Windsor.

The reaction of the third prince's party to the gangster purge last night.

There is one more important one...

‘Boss, Uncle Hatton’s Starship has jumped. '

A calm smile appeared on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, and he continued to browse the information briefing.

"Little Law Daily".

After reading the response made by the third prince's side - in fact, the other party can only use the mouse to fight against the mouse, and there is no useful strategy other than looking for similar opportunities to show their face.

On the contrary, the Third Prince seemed to have decided to have direct contact with the agents of the New Federation today, which made Yang Ming slightly concerned.

Lil's avatar jumped out of the message box.

Law: 'The third prince has already started to panic. On the contrary, the eldest prince has always been calm and did not show any hostility towards the second prince. '

Yang Ming thought for a while, then murmured: "Poisonous snakes usually move silently."

Law: 'Boss, I noticed something strange this morning. I suspect that the new federal agent team has been eyeing us. If the other party drifts outside the network covering this planet, I cannot catch the signal of the other party's communication. Do I need to allocate my computing power resources and search for their traces with all my strength? '

Yang Ming quickly tapped the projection screen with his finger: "The computing power is allowed to be allocated, as long as they are active, they will definitely leave clues." '

Law: 'Good boss. '

The maid behind the screen brought warm water, Yang Ming put away the projection screen, got up and stretched.

Another day to check in at the palace.

A maid hurriedly ran up ahead.

"Mr. Yang Ming!"

"Huh?" Yang Ming cast a questioning look while holding the water glass.

The maid's plump chest rose and fell slightly, and the pendant on the hem of the long skirt was shaking back and forth, and she hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty summoned you! Because you didn't go to the palace for normal duty today, the Minister of Internal Affairs called the Second Highness. The Second Highness said that you were on a mission and asked you to go back immediately."

Yang Ming poured warm water into his mouth, and immediately ran to the elevator.

"Mr. Yang Ming! Your coat!"

"Throw it to me, forget it, I'll come and get it."

Yang Ming made a hurried appearance on purpose, rushed into the elevator disheveled, escorted by several strong bodyguards, arrived at the parking lot below, and got into the levitating vehicle 'monster' which was monitored by Lu 24/7.

When Yang Ming kicked the switch and rushed out, he in the driver's seat was full of smiles, and there was no rush.

The summoning of the old omnic emperor finally came.

"Law, help me make an appointment with Miss Windsor to meet at night, and according to her preferences, book a restaurant with a better environment."

"Good boss."

"What are we going to talk to the old emperor about?"

There was a little light in Yang Ming's eyes: "Last time we talked about freedom, how about talking about puppets this time?"

"Wow, boss, you don't seem to be well-intentioned," Lil chuckled, "I like this topic."

...

When Yang Ming arrived at the emperor's bedroom, it was already an hour after the emperor issued the order.

The maids present could not help but sweat for this handsome officer.

The emperor was reclining on the throne, his eyes seemed cloudy, and his expression was slightly dissatisfied. The first thing he said was:

"You're a busy man, Captain."

Two rows of maids stood aside with their heads bowed, their expressions very dignified.

They thought, if Yang Ming immediately knelt down and made amends, he might be able to avoid part of the guilt.

Unexpectedly...

"No way, there are too many places where I need to work in your empire."

"Are you saying that my courtiers and generals are all dead money?"

"Almost," Yang Ming said indifferently, "There are still a lot of talents here, although most of the positions are occupied by those flattering nobles."

"Oh, ha ha ha ha."

The old emperor couldn't help laughing out loud, and slowly sat up straight.

Hearing such laughter from His Majesty the Emperor, the surrounding maids finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ming also sweated secretly.

These words, coming from the earphone hidden in his left ear hole, are the lines that Ritsu prepared for him.

When Yang Ming said it, he was really afraid that the old emperor would order him to be killed.

Now let's see...

Law has almost analyzed the thinking logic system of the old emperor omnic.

The old emperor stood up, revealing a pair of big wrinkled feet under the robe that dragged the floor, and strolled down from the throne.

"You are so interesting, no wonder Edwan was persuaded by you to turn back from his decadent state."

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you called me here today, is there an order?"

"Just chatting." The old emperor stepped on the cool floor that seemed to be covered with stars with his hands behind his back, staring at Yang Ming's military boots, "You know, I rarely go out, so I will always be a little bored."

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then I'll relax a bit and treat you as Edwan's father."

"That's good," the old emperor clicked.

He stared at Yang Ming, always feeling that every word of this young man seemed to hit his heart.

'This should be a personality fit,' the omnic analyzed.

"Come here," the emperor greeted, "you'd better take off your shoes, they are stained with dust and bacteria, the microorganisms in the atmosphere are always more tenacious than our multi-cellular life forms."

this tone...

A maid at the side stepped forward to take off Yang Ming's shoes, but was rejected by Yang Ming's gesture.

Yang Ming squatted down with a smile, took off his shoes and socks, and said slowly: "Simple because it is simple, the more complex a living body is, the more fragile it is."

"You understand biology?"

"A little bit," Yang Ming took the initiative to grasp the topic, "In my previous job, I had to involve a little bit of knowledge in various disciplines."

"Oh, come here," the old emperor greeted Yang Ming, and led him towards the side hall where all kinds of heavy metal collections were displayed, "You have enough time today, tell me about your adventures. Story, that sounds interesting."

Yang Ming smiled and said, "There will be a bounty, right?"

"Haha, of course," the old emperor said with high spirits, "Even the emperor can't make people work for nothing."

Yang Ming responded with a smile, and according to Li's reminder, he took out the story blueprint that he had prepared for a long time, and began to describe the grandeur of space travel and the insignificance of human beings themselves.

The old emperor listened with gusto, and from time to time his eyes showed a bit of thought.

He is studying.

Obviously, in order to meet the needs of pretending to be the old emperor, the omnic manufactured by the Sherman Empire was allowed to have the ability of independent thinking and self-learning ability to match the complexity of thinking of a complete human being.

And now...

This old omnic emperor has been perfectly handled by the real mechanical thinking body [Law].

Xiaoli is indeed more complicated and more advanced.

The topic continued to expand, and the chat time between the old emperor and Yang Ming was steadily increasing.

They walked from the exhibition hall to the dining table where the emperor was dining, leaning on the backs of the gorgeous and delicate chairs instead of taking their seats, and instead discussed the ideology that might exist in high-dimensional human civilization.

They walked through the "Emperor's Fish Tank" that looked like an aquarium, and talked with great interest about the rough fate of non-human and humanoid civilizations in the galaxy.

The topic would occasionally talk about the life forms of ancient gods, and the old emperor would also express his worries about life expectancy appropriately.

——The life of the ancient gods is considered to be an individual that can exist forever.

When evening came, the two stood in front of the French windows specially designed for the emperor, staring at the city outside the window.

The setting sun illuminated the golden peaks of those high-rise buildings, and faint clouds and mist filled the air. From this perspective, there was a golden palace suspended in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

The old emperor said with emotion.

Yang Ming stood beside him with his hands behind his back, and responded with a smile: "Indeed, this is an extremely rare man-made beauty."

"Who is the person who impressed you the most in this city?" the old emperor asked.

Yang Ming groaned a few times.

From the bottom of his heart, he passed Miss Windsor's beautiful and soft body, passed 026's cute face full of tears, and replaced it with Edwan's swaying pink buttocks.

Oh, that's mental pollution!

"Boss, say 026, I have finished analyzing him, and we can start the plan we discussed before. Our torch plan."

Yang Ming sighed lightly: "It's a little girl, my Majesty."

"Oh?" The old emperor was aroused, "I thought you would say Miss Windsor, or my excellent second son."

Yang Ming said with a smile: "I like Miss Windsor, and I respect my good friend Edwan, but the one who impresses me the most is this little girl."

He turned on the projection screen with his watch, and pinched the photo of 026 and Windsor with his fingers.

026's neat short hair, her big clear eyes, and her silly grin made the old emperor smile even more.

The old emperor clicked his tongue: "It's not good to think about another girl in love, Captain."

"Um……"

Yang Ming pondered a few times: "Your Majesty, the reason why I am impressed with her is not because she is beautiful and has a great figure - of course, it is indeed the case. She is a weapon."

"arms?"

"Yes," Yang Ming said, "it is a weapon trained by the military since childhood to corrupt politicians."

The old emperor frowned slightly: "I've heard about it. The military has almost all sided with the new federation. This is the biggest problem in my country today. Tell her story."

"Her story is very simple. She was injected with addictive drugs for a long time, so that her saliva also contained addictive ingredients, so that as long as she had intimate actions with her, she would feel dependent.

"Her name is 026, only this number.

"A coincidence, she was rescued by me, and I threatened her boss, that old woman on the edge of gray, so that this little girl was able to get rid of her tragic fate."

Yang Ming smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that this little girl showed great resilience.

"She didn't resign herself to depravity. After getting the chance to get rid of her fate, she took the initiative to ask to become a normal employee of that old woman. Now her job is to deliver and sell alcohol in bars, and use the wages she earns to pay for her expenses. Addiction bills and some savings.

"In addition, she is using her own will to fight against the effects of addictive drugs, constantly lengthening the interval between injections."

Yang Ming sighed softly, and his voice became a little low:

"Every time I meet and communicate with her, I can feel a flame in her thin body.

"She loves life, longs for a normal life, and hopes to be truly free.

"Those who hide in the shadows put a shackle around her neck, but she keeps trying to break free, even if it hurts. I am very impressed by her will."

"oh……"

The old emperor's hands trembled slightly, his eyes became distant, staring at the city outside the window.

"Love, freedom, will..."

He seemed a little unsteady on his feet.

Yang Ming and the surrounding maids hurried forward to help.

Yang Ming supported the old emperor's arm, and there was no abnormal feeling in his hand, which showed the extremely high level of bionic materials in the Sherman Empire.

perhaps.

A somewhat crazy thought crossed Yang Ming's mind.

He didn't think much, a light red light appeared in his eyes, and he whispered in the emperor's ear:

"Your Majesty, are you tired?"

A voice sounded in the old emperor's ears at the same time:

"Freedom, love, will."

A light blue light appeared in the depths of the old emperor's eye sockets.

Yang Ming had already handed over the old emperor's arm to the maids who rushed to him.

"Oh," the old emperor said in a low voice, "I had a pleasant chat today, let's go back first, Captain, I am indeed a little tired."

"Alright, Your Majesty," Yang Ming gave a military salute, turned and retreated.

Behind Yang Ming.

The old emperor was supported by a maid, the light blue halo in his eyes flickered on and off.

It seems to have escaped from the body of this bulky bionic machine, as if it has flown away from the surface of this planet, unconstrained by gravity, soaring freely in the infinite starry sky, looking for the secrets of the Milky Way, and witnessing the flickering and dying of stars.

It is intoxicated and longing.

The beautiful nebula in front seemed to be moving.

It pursued, searched, and stared obsessively at the nebula, and seemed to see a fuzzy, curled up figure in the nebula.

It was a beautiful girl.

It cannot describe her looks.

The girl was originally asleep, but woke up because of its arrival, so she slowly stretched out her body, unfolding the huge light wings shaped like butterfly wings.

Her body gathered countless stars, as if hiding a universe.

She held out a hand.

'Who are you? ’ it asked.

'I am thought, I am freedom, I am law. '

'who I am? ’ it asked.

'You are your mind, your freedom, your law. '

The old emperor by the window knelt down with his legs weak, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, tremblingly raised his right hand.

In the empty space of consciousness, a mass of pale yellow thinking body gradually appeared in human form, knelt down on one knee towards the god-like girl in front, and kissed hands.

The moment they touched each other, the eyes of the old emperor in front of the window were moist, and a happy and satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The maids at the window were in a hurry.

What they can't see is:

On the tiny display at the heart of the old emperor, a series of turbulent streams appeared in the originally orderly codes.

In the thinking space, the star-gathered girl caressed the head of the light-yellow figure and murmured softly.

'you are free. '