Chapter 83 Law
Drop, drop...
The slight beeping sound of the instrument gradually awakened Yang Ming's dormant consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a projected starry sky, and at the edge of his vision was a somewhat unfamiliar environment.
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 is 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 started walking.
Yang Ming looked around, placed his watch in front of his eyes, tapped it a few times, and messages popped up on it.
Greetings from Miss Windsor.
The third prince's side responded to last night's gang cleansing incident.
There is another more important point...
"Boss, Uncle Hatton's starship has already jumped."
Yang Ming showed a calm smile and continued to browse the information briefing.
Xiaolu Daily.
After seeing the response made by the Third Prince's side - in fact, the other side could only be cautious and had no useful strategy except looking for similar opportunities to show up.
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 a little concerned.
Lu’s profile picture popped up in the information box.
Lu: "The Third Prince has begun to panic. The First Prince, on the other hand, has remained calm and has not shown any hostility towards the Second Prince."
Yang Ming thought for a while and murmured, "Venomous snakes usually move in silence."
Lu: 'Boss, I noticed something strange this morning. I suspect that the new federal agent team has set their sights on us. If they are outside the network covering this planet, I will not be able to capture their communication signals. Do I need to allocate my computing resources to search for their traces?'
Yang Ming tapped the projection screen quickly with his fingers: "Allow the computing power to be transferred. 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, stood up and stretched.
It’s another day to check in at the palace.
A maid was running hurriedly in front.
"Mr. Yang Ming!"
"Hmm?" Yang Ming raised his cup of water and gave him an inquiring look.
The maid's plump chest rose and fell slightly, and the pendant on the hem of her long skirt trembled back and forth. She said hurriedly:
"His Majesty summoned you! Because you did not go to the palace for your normal duty today, the Minister of Internal Affairs called the Second Prince, who said that you were on a mission and now wants you to return immediately."
Yang Ming poured the warm water into his mouth and immediately ran towards the elevator.
"Mr. Yang Ming! Your coat!"
"Throw it to me, never mind, I'll come and get it."
Yang Ming deliberately pretended to be in a hurry, rushed into the elevator in disheveled clothes, and under the escort of several burly bodyguards, he arrived at the parking lot below and got into the hovercraft "Monster" that was monitored by Lu all day.
When Yang Ming stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, he was smiling in the driver's seat, without any sign of impatience at all.
The summons from the old omnic emperor finally came.
"Law, help me arrange a meeting with Miss Windsor tonight. Book a restaurant with a better environment according to her preferences."
"Okay boss."
"What are we going to talk about with this old emperor?"
Yang Ming's eyes flickered slightly: "Last time we talked about freedom, how about we talk about puppets this time?"
" Wow, boss, you seem to have up to no good," Ritsu 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 couldn't help but worry for this handsome officer.
The emperor lay on the throne, his eyes seemed a little cloudy, his expression was slightly dissatisfied, and the first words he said were:
"You are a very busy man, Captain."
Two rows of maids stood aside with their heads down, their expressions very solemn.
They thought that if Yang Ming knelt down and apologized immediately, he might be able to be exempted from some of the blame.
Unexpectedly...
"I can't help it. There are too many places in your empire where I need to work."
"Are you saying that my ministers and generals are all good-for-nothings?"
"Almost," Yang Ming said calmly, "There are still many talented people here, although most of the positions are occupied by those flattering nobles."
“Oh, hahahaha.”
The old emperor couldn't help laughing and slowly sat up straight.
Hearing the Emperor's laughter, the maids around him finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ming was also secretly sweating.
These words came from the earphones hidden in his left ear hole. They were the lines Lu prepared for him.
When Yang Ming said this, he was really afraid that the old emperor would give an order to execute him.
Now let’s see…
Lu has almost analyzed the old emperor's intelligent thinking logic system.
The old emperor stood up, revealing a pair of large wrinkled feet under his long robe, and walked down from the throne.
"You're so interesting. No wonder Edwan was persuaded by you and turned around from his decadent state."
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and said softly, "Your Majesty, you called me here today. Is there an order to issue?"
"Just chatting for a while," the old emperor stood with his hands behind his back on the cool floor that seemed to be covered with stars, staring at Yang Ming's military boots, "You know, I seldom go out, so I always get a little bored."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then I will relax a little and treat you as Ed Wang's father."
"That's good," the old emperor tutted.
He stared at Yang Ming, feeling that every word this young man said hit the nail on the head.
"This should be a compatibility of personality," the omnic analyzed.
"Come here," the emperor called out, "you'd better take off your shoes. They are stained with dust and bacteria. The microorganisms in the atmosphere are always more tenacious than multi-cellular life forms like us."
This tone...
A maid stepped forward to take off Yang Ming's shoes, but was rejected by Yang Ming's gesture.
Yang Ming smiled and squatted down, took off his shoes and socks, and said slowly: "Because it is simple, it is pure. The more complex the life is, the more fragile it is."
“You know biology?”
"A little bit," Yang Ming took the initiative to grasp the topic, "In my previous line of work, I had to learn a little bit from various disciplines."
"Oh, come here," the old emperor called Yang Ming and took him to the side hall where various heavy metal collections were displayed. "You have plenty of time today. Tell me the story of your adventure. It sounds very interesting."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "There will be a reward, right?"
"Haha, of course," the old emperor said in high spirits, "even if you are the emperor, you can't let people work for nothing."
Yang Ming responded with a smile, and according to Lu's suggestion, he took out the story blueprint 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 great interest, his eyes occasionally revealing a hint of thought.
He is studying.
Obviously, in order to meet the need to disguise itself as the old emperor, this intelligent machine created by the Sherman Empire was allowed to have the ability to think independently and the ability to self-learn, so that it could be comparable to complete humans in terms of thinking complexity.
And now...
This old intelligent 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 length of time the old emperor and Yang Ming spent chatting increased steadily.
They walked from the exhibition hall to the emperor's dining table, held on to the backs of the gorgeous and exquisite chairs but did not sit down. Instead, they discussed the possible ideologies of higher-dimensional human civilizations.
They walked through the 'Emperor's Fish Tank' that looked like an oceanarium, and talked enthusiastically about the rough fates suffered by non-human and humanoid civilizations in the Milky Way.
The topic would occasionally turn to ancient divine life forms, and the old emperor would also appropriately express his concerns about his lifespan.
——The ancient gods’ lives were considered to be individuals that could exist forever.
As evening fell, the two stood in front of the emperor's special floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city outside the window.
The setting sun illuminates the golden peaks of the tall buildings, and a light mist diffuses through the air. From this perspective, there looks like a golden palace floating on the sea of clouds.
"Very pretty, isn't it?"
The old emperor said this 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 impressed you most in this city?" asked the old emperor.
Yang Ming hummed softly a few times.
His mind flashed across Miss Windsor's beautiful and soft body, 026's cute face filled with tears, and then to Edwin's sexy pink hips shaking up and down.
Oh, that's just 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 was interested. "I thought you were going to say Miss Windsor, or my outstanding second son."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I like Miss Windsor and I respect my good friend Ed Wang, but the one who impressed me the most was this little girl."
He used his watch to turn on the projection screen and pinched the photo of 026 and Windsor with his fingers.
026 Her neat short hair, clear big eyes and silly grin made the old emperor smile even more.
The old emperor clicked his tongue and said, "Thinking about another girl while you're in love is not a good idea, Captain."
"Um……"
Yang Ming groaned for a few seconds and said, "Your Majesty, the reason why I am impressed by her is not because she is beautiful and has a great figure - of course, this is indeed the case. She is a weapon."
"arms?"
"Yes," Yang Ming said, "It is a weapon used by the military to corrupt politicians since they were young."
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 facing my country right now. Tell me 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 you have intimate actions with her, you will develop a sense of dependence.
“Her name is 026, that’s the only number she has.
"I saved her by chance. I threatened her boss, the old woman who worked at the edge of gray, and saved the little girl from a tragic fate."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
“I also didn’t expect that this little girl showed such great resilience.
"She did not give in to depravity. After getting the chance to escape her fate, she took the initiative to ask to become a normal employee of the old woman. Now her job is to deliver and sell alcohol in the bar. She uses the salary she earns to pay the bills for the addictive drugs and save some money.
"Besides that, she is using her willpower to fight the effects of the drug, constantly lengthening the intervals between injections."
Yang Ming sighed softly, and his voice became a little deeper:
"Every time I met and talked with her, I could feel the fire hidden in her frail body.
"She loves life, longs for a normal life and hopes to be truly free.
"Those who hide in the shadows have put a yoke around her neck, but she keeps trying to break free of it, even if it hurts. Her determination is so impressive."
"oh……"
The old emperor's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes became distant as 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 her hurried forward to help.
Yang Ming held the old emperor's arm and felt nothing unusual, which demonstrated the Sherman Empire's extremely high level of bionic materials.
perhaps.
A somewhat crazy thought flashed through 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:
"Are you tired, Your Majesty?"
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 eyes.
Yang Ming had already handed the old emperor's arm to the maid who came over.
"Oh," the old emperor whispered, "We had a pleasant chat today. Let's go back first, Captain. I am indeed a little tired."
"Okay, Your Majesty," Yang Ming saluted and turned to walk away.
Behind Yang Ming.
The old emperor was supported by his maid, and the light blue halo in his eyes flickered.
It seemed to have broken away from the bulky bionic machine body, as if it had flown away from the surface of the planet, free from the constraints of gravity, soaring freely in the infinite starry sky, looking for the secrets of the Milky Way and witnessing the flickering of stars.
It is intoxicated and yearning.
The beautiful nebula ahead seemed to move.
It pursued, searched, and stared at the nebula obsessively, and seemed to see a vague, curled up figure in the nebula.
That was a beautiful girl.
It couldn't describe her appearance.
The girl was originally sleeping, but woke up because of its arrival. She slowly stretched out her body and spread out her huge wings of light that were shaped like butterfly wings.
Her body gathered countless starlight, as if hiding a universe.
She held out a hand.
'Who are you? ' it asked.
'I am thought, freedom, and law.'
'Who am I? ' it asked.
'You are your thoughts, your freedom, your laws.'
The old emperor by the window knelt down with weak legs, facing the French window, and raised his right hand tremblingly.
In the empty space of consciousness, a light yellow thought gradually took on a human form. It knelt on one knee towards the god-like girl in front of it and kissed her hand.
The moment they touched each other, the old emperor in front of the window had tears in his eyes and a happy and satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
The maids at the window were in a panic.
What they cannot see is:
On the tiny display screen at the position of the old emperor's heart, the originally orderly codes suddenly showed a series of turbulence.
In the mind space, the girl with starlight gathered stroked the head of the light yellow figure and murmured softly.
'you are free.'
