The slight beep of the instrument gradually awakened Yang Ming's sleeping consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw a starry sky simulated by projection, with a somewhat unfamiliar environment at the edge of his vision.
Yang Ming woke up quickly and sat up immediately.
The maid behind the screen quickly turned on the floor lamp.
"Are you awake?"
The maid gently reported from behind the screen:
"Your Highness has gone to attend a business meeting. It's almost noon now. Do you need some water and nutrition?"
"Just give me a glass of warm water," Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa, and the maid behind the screen immediately began to move around.
Yang Ming looked around, placed the watch in front of his eyes, tapped it a few times, and messages popped up on it.
Miss Windsor's greetings.
The Third Prince's reaction to the gang purge incident last night.
There is one more important thing...
'Boss, the starship that Uncle Hatton is traveling on has jumped.'
Yang Ming showed a calm smile and continued to browse the information briefing.
"Xiaolu Daily".
After reading the response made by the Third Prince - in fact, the other party could only use the enemy's tactics. Apart from looking for similar opportunities to show their faces, there was no useful strategy.
Instead, 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.
Ritsu's avatar popped up in the information box.
Lu: 'The third prince has already begun to panic. But the eldest prince has always been calm and has not shown any hostility towards the second prince.'
Yang Ming thought for a while and murmured: "Poisonous snakes usually move silently."
Law: 'Boss, I noticed something strange this morning. I suspect that the new federal agent team has been targeting us. If the other party is outside the network covering this planet, I will not be able to capture the signal of the other party's communication. I need to
Allocate computing power resources to search for their traces?'
Yang Ming tapped the projection screen quickly with his fingers: 'Allocation of computing power is allowed. As long as they are active, they will definitely leave clues.'
Law: 'Okay boss.'
The maid behind the screen brought warm water. Yang Ming put away the projection screen, stood up and stretched.
It’s another day to check in at the palace.
A maid hurriedly ran up ahead.
"Mr. Yang Ming!"
"Huh?" Yang Ming held the water glass and cast a questioning look.
The maid's plump chest rose and fell gently, and the pendant on the hem of her long skirt was shaking back and forth, and she said hurriedly:
"His Majesty has summoned you! Because you did not go on duty in the palace today, the Minister of the Interior called His Highness. The Second Highness said that you were on a mission and asked you to rush 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 deliberately looked like he was in a hurry and rushed into the elevator disheveled. Under the escort of several strong bodyguards, he arrived at the parking lot below and got into the floating car 'Monster' that Lu monitored around the clock.
When Yang Ming pressed the switch and rushed out, he was smiling all over the driver's seat, showing no signs of urgency.
The summons from the old omnic emperor finally came.
"Lü, help me make an appointment with Miss Windsor to meet at night, and book a restaurant with a better environment based on her preferences."
"Okay boss."
"What are we talking about with this old emperor?"
There was a slight glimmer in Yang Ming's eyes: "Last time we talked about freedom, how about we talk about puppets this time?"
"Wow, boss, you seem to have bad intentions," Lu chuckled, "I like this topic."
…
When Yang Ming arrived at the emperor's palace, 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 lying on the throne, his eyes seemed a little cloudy, and his expression was slightly dissatisfied. The first thing he said was:
"You are a very busy man, Captain."
Two rows of maids stood aside with their heads bowed, their expressions very solemn.
They thought that if Yang Ming knelt down and apologized immediately, they might be able to avoid some of the guilt.
Unexpectedly...
"I can't help it. There are too many places in your empire that need my work."
"Are you saying that my ministers and generals are just losers?"
"More or less," Yang Ming said calmly, "There are still many talents here, although most of the positions are occupied by those sycophantic nobles."
"Oh, hahahaha."
The old emperor couldn't help laughing and slowly sat up straight.
Hearing His Majesty the Emperor's laughter, the surrounding maids finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ming was also sweating secretly.
These words came from the earphone hidden in his left ear hole, and were lines prepared for him by Ritsu.
When Yang Ming said it, he was really afraid that the old emperor would kill him with an order.
Now let’s see…
Lu has almost analyzed the thinking and logic system of the old emperor's omnic.
The old emperor stood up, revealing a pair of big wrinkled feet under his floor-length robes, and strolled down from the throne.
"You are so interesting. No wonder Edwan was able to be persuaded by you and come back from his decadent state."
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and said softly: "Your Majesty, you called me here today. Did you issue an order?"
"Just chatting," the old emperor put his hands behind his hands and stepped on the cool floor that looked like it was covered with stars, staring at Yang Ming's military boots. "You know, I rarely go out, and I always get a little bored."
Yang Ming smiled and said: "Then I will relax a little and treat you as Edwang's father."
"That's good," the old emperor said.
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 contaminated with dust and bacteria. Microorganisms in the atmosphere are always more tenacious than multi-celled life forms like us."
This tone...
A maid on the side stepped forward to take off Yang Ming's shoes, but was refused by Yang Ming's gesture.
Yang Ming squatted down with a smile, took off his shoes and socks, and said slowly: "It is simple because it is simple. The more complex the living body is, the more fragile it is."
"You know biology?"
"A little bit," Yang Ming took the initiative to grasp the topic, "In my previous job, I need 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 various heavy metal collections were displayed. "You have enough time today to tell me about your adventures." Story, that sounds interesting."
Yang Ming smiled and said: "There will be a reward, right?"
"Haha, of course," the old emperor said enthusiastically, "even if you are an emperor, you can't let people work in vain."
Yang Ming responded with a smile, followed Lu's prompts, took out the story blueprint that he had prepared for a long time, and began to describe the magnificence of space navigation and the insignificance of human beings.
The old emperor listened with great interest, and his eyes showed some thoughts from time to time.
He is studying.
Obviously, in order to satisfy the need to disguise itself as an old emperor, the omnimachine created by the Sherman Empire was allowed to have the ability to think independently and the ability to learn on its own, so that its thinking complexity is comparable to that of a complete human being.
And now...
This old omnic emperor has been perfectly controlled by the real mechanical thinking body [Law].
Xiaolu is indeed more complex and advanced.
The topic continued to expand, and the chat length between the old emperor and Yang Ming steadily increased.
They walked from the exhibition hall to the dining table where the emperor was dining. They held on to the gorgeous and exquisite chair backs and did not sit down. Instead, they discussed the possible ideologies of high-dimensional human civilization.
They walked past the 'Emperor's Fish Tank', which was like an aquarium, and talked enthusiastically about the rugged fate of non-human and human-like civilizations in the galaxy.
Occasionally, the topic would talk about the life form of the ancient gods, and the old emperor would also appropriately express his concerns about his life span.
——The life of the ancient gods is considered to be an individual that can exist eternally.
When evening came, the two of them stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window dedicated to the emperor, staring at the city outside the window.
The setting sun lights up the golden domes of those high-rise buildings, and a faint cloud of mist fills the air. From this perspective, there is a golden palace suspended in the sea of clouds.
"It's beautiful, 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 most in this city?" the old emperor asked.
Yang Ming groaned a few times.
From the bottom of his heart, he crossed Miss Windsor's beautiful and soft body, crossed 026's cute face full of tears, and then replaced it with Edwan's sexy pink butt that was shaking up and down.
Oh, that is simply mental pollution!
"Boss, tell me 026. I have completed my analysis of him and can start the plan we discussed before. Our Torch Plan."
Yang Ming sighed softly: "It's a little girl, my Majesty."
"Oh?" The old emperor's interest was aroused, "I thought you would say Miss Windsor, or my excellent second son."
Yang Ming smiled and said: "I like Miss Windsor, and I respect my good friend Edwin, but what impressed me the most was this little girl."
He turned on the projection screen with his watch and held the photo of 026 and Windsor with his fingers.
026's neat, ear-length 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 while you are passionately in love, Captain."
"Um……"
Yang Ming pondered for a few times: "Your Majesty, the reason why I am so impressed by her is not because she is beautiful and has a great figure - of course, that is the fact. She is a weapon."
"arms?"
"Yes," Yang Ming said, "it is a weapon trained by the military since childhood to corrode politicians."
The old emperor frowned slightly: "I have heard about this. Almost all the military has sided with the New Federation. This is the biggest problem for my country today. Tell me her story."
"Her story is very simple. She has been injected with addictive drugs for a long time, so that her saliva contains addictive ingredients. In this way, as long as you have close contact with her, you will develop a sense of dependence.
"Her name is 026, and she only has this number.
"By chance, she was rescued by me. I threatened her boss, the old woman who was on the edge of gray, so that this little girl could escape her tragic fate."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
"I didn't expect that this little girl showed great resilience.
"She did not surrender. After she got the chance to escape her fate, she took the initiative to become a normal employee of the old woman. Now her job is to deliver and sell alcohol in the bar, and she uses her own wages to pay for the expenses.
You can still save some money from drug bills.
"In addition, she is using her own will to resist the effects of addictive drugs and constantly lengthening the intervals between injections."
Yang Ming sighed softly, and his voice became a little deeper:
"Every time I meet and communicate with her, I can feel the fire contained in her thin body.
"She loves life, longs for a normal life, and hopes to be truly free.
"Those hiding in the shadows put a shackle around her neck, but she kept trying to break free of the shackles, even if it was extremely painful. Her will impressed me very much."
"oh……"
The old emperor's hands trembled slightly, his eyes became distant, and he stared at the city outside the window.
"Love, freedom, will..."
He seemed a little unsteady on his feet.
Yang Ming and the maids around him quickly moved forward to help him.
Yang Ming held the old emperor's arm, and there was nothing strange about it, which showed the Sherman Empire's extremely high level of bionic materials.
perhaps.
A somewhat crazy idea flashed through Yang Ming's heart.
Without thinking 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 deep in the old emperor's eye circles.
Yang Ming had already handed the old emperor's arm to the maid coming from beside him.
"Oh," the old emperor whispered, "I had a great time chatting today. Let's go back first, Captain. I am indeed a little tired."
"Okay, Your Majesty," Yang Ming gave a military salute, turned around and left.
Behind Yang Ming.
The old emperor was supported by the maid, and the light blue halo in his eyes flickered.
It seems to have broken away from this bulky bionic machine body, as if it has flown away from the surface of the planet, without being constrained by gravity, soaring freely in the infinite starry sky, searching for the secrets of the Milky Way, and witnessing the brightness and extinction of stars.
It is intoxicated and yearning.
The beautiful nebula in front seemed to be moving.
It chased, searched, and stared at the nebula obsessively, and seemed to see a vague, huddled figure in the nebula.
That is a beautiful girl.
It cannot describe her appearance.
The girl was originally sleeping, but was awakened by its arrival, so she slowly stretched out her body and unfolded the huge light wings shaped like butterfly wings.
Her body gathered countless starlights, as if a universe was hidden.
She extended a hand.
‘Who are you?’ it asked.
'I am thinking, freedom and law.'
‘Who am I?’ it asked.
'You are your mind, your freedom, your law.'
The old emperor by the window knelt down with weak legs, facing the French window, and raised his right hand tremblingly.
In the void space of consciousness, a group of light yellow thinking bodies gradually appeared in human form, kneeling on one knee towards the god-like girl in front of them, kissing her hands.
The moment they came into contact with each other, the eyes of the old emperor in front of the window were moist, and a happy and satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The maids at the window were in a hurry.
What they cannot see is:
On the tiny display screen located at the heart of the old emperor, a series of turbulent flows appeared from the originally orderly code.
In the thinking space, the girl with the stars gathered caressed the head of the light yellow figure and murmured softly.