Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 750, Past and Future
I feel like a fairy flying with the sword and riding the wind.

Standing alone on the long and narrow sword-like body of the 'New World Explorer', it roamed freely in the galaxy of the universe.

The stars bloomed around me like Van Gogh's oil paintings. I transcended the past, the present, and the future.

Blue sky and white clouds, clear lake water...

Don't know how long time has passed.

I was finally surrounded by the picture that seemed to exist in the deepest part of my memory forever, with very thick, even exaggerated colors constantly jumping, rendering...

The colorful flags are filled with the wind, clusters of colorful balloons are like lanterns, and the dreamlike 3D projections outline countless auspicious and beautiful meanings, and all kinds of flowers bloom.

On that yellow-brown, Gobi Desert-like plain with the meaning of decay, there are only a few industrial buildings and aerospace bases.

All of a sudden, it was like marrying a girl, and it was extraordinarily gorgeously decorated.

It became extremely lively.

Accompanied by the buzzing noise, there are countless people, politicians, celebrities, scientists... and more ordinary people, all surrounded by a steel frame that is thousands of meters high, Like a skyscraper, the appearance is surrounded by a pure black spaceship like a sword.

All eyes were fixed on the group of people in sky-blue aviation suits standing in front of the spaceship. That group seemed to shoulder the greatest mission, with their chests straightened and their faces full of determination.

Reporters holding microphones, preaching to the camera with infinite passion——

"...this is our most important moment as a human being..."

"...a new era of Cobron will set sail..."

"...these astronauts, carefully selected among tens of thousands of volunteers, are about to embark on a great voyage..."

"...exploring new hopes..."

"...our future is the sea of ​​stars..."

"...Long live! Long live!"

Everyone cheered, and my heart couldn't help being excited with everyone.

That was during our last moments on Earth.

It was October 2077, half an hour before the spacecraft left Earth.

Amid the cheers... my eyes were suddenly covered by flowers.

Bright flowers, red ones, white ones, small roses, big lilies, and roses, were tied into a bunch, held by a girl who was more fragrant and beautiful than flowers, smiled sweetly, and handed them over.

And he said something loudly, amidst the excited interviews of countless annoying reporters, and the background sound mixed with countless shutters, he stretched his neck and said something loudly towards me.

Seems to be saying something important.

"What... must... what... must..."

I tried hard to think back.

But I can't remember anything.

...

...

The meal reminder sound of the intelligent robot woke me up from my dream. Of course, I prefer to believe that it is the constant twitching of the stomach caused by hunger, and the formed biological clock is urging the time.

I put my hands on my stomach, swallowed the sour saliva, slowly, struggling, sat up from the bed with the help of the robot, looked at the familiar room, the cool decoration style, even with soft arcs, It still feels cold.

The only thing that is gratifying is the position on the right side of the bed, a tall, naked steel robot without any coating, is already standing there holding a large glass of green water of life.

I swallowed again.

I almost forgot when was the last time I ate, maybe a week, after an unrecoverable failure of the water circulation system, I started eating for maximum life.

"Thank you, number nine."

It wasn't my upbringing that I wasted energy in thanking robot 'Number 9' as usual in a feeble voice.

But in this infinite dead silence and icy universe, on this long interstellar sea route without any stops for supplies, and now that I am so weak, it is my only support and spiritual sustenance.

The No. 9 robot's inner body came out with a cold and rigid electronic voice that made people feel warm, "This is what I should do, sir."

After speaking, he brought the water of life in his hand in front of me according to my habit.

It knows that I'd rather be on my own as a way to feel alive.

With slightly trembling hands, he picked up the water of life, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

"Um…"

In an instant, smelly, fragrant, astringent, a complex taste that gave people great surprises began to burst out in the mouth, perceived by the taste buds, transmitted to the brain, and stimulated the spirit.

I can even clearly feel that the deep part of my body is like dry and cracked land, crazily absorbing nutrients.

The hunger from the soul drove me to swallow it impatiently, wanting to integrate these fuels into my body as soon as possible, but worried about wasting even a little bit.

I suddenly remembered that joke.

After embarking on this long and unknown journey for half a year, the normal energy food carried on the ship was exhausted.

The captain joked that there are now two pieces of news: one good and one bad.

The bad news is that we will only be able to drink the water of life in the future, and only supplement and maintain the consumption of the body with this biological miracle water.

The good news is that eaux-de-vie are available.

Especially the Marsala flavored ones.

No one laughed at that time...

But now the joke is so 'ridiculous'.

I couldn't help but stopped and laughed, and then I wanted to cry again, but when I thought about the loss of energy and body fluids, I couldn't even cry. Finally, I shook my head and stopped thinking about it. He licked up every drop of the water of life.

Even the remnants of the teeth are not spared, licking, sucking, and swallowing with the tongue.

He even looked in the mirror on the stainless steel body of the 'Number 9' robot in front of him, and saw a row of neat, fine porcelain white teeth, very clean.

After drinking everything, I struggled to stand up with my still-shrunken stomach and the energy replenished by the eau-de-vie I had just eaten.

With the support of No. 9, he moved to the window a little bit, and leaned against a chair that had been prepared in front of the window while panting, looking at the glass window on the surface, but it was actually the spaceship displayed on the ultra-clear monitor External star projection.

I used to like this very much, thinking that this kind of close-up, real looking at the universe starry sky, and a cup of coffee or strong tea...

This kind of romance is different from the virtual starry sky projection on the earth.

Then, as I looked at it day after day, all the concepts attached to the psychology based on cognition and sensibility faded away, and finally found that there was no difference, it was just the transformed universe information.

But that liking has become a habit.

(End of this chapter)