Listen to the space-time administration

Chapter 359 Wrong Time

"My name is Neo!"

Neo was a little overwhelmed at the moment. He woke up from the virtual world of his mother and received training in Murphys' ship. This time, it was also the first time he returned to Zion, the last sanctuary of mankind.

In fact, Neo doesn't know whether he is the savior that Murphys said, but Murphys told him that only he can end the struggle between humans and machines.

Murphys gave Neo the truth of the world, and Neo is willing to give back to Murphys. Even if he is not the savior of fate, he is willing to do his best to help Murphys realize his ideal.

But when these strange men in armor who could advance against the firepower of the entire Zion defense appeared in front of him, Neo felt the weight of the so-called savior.

"I'm Neo!"

Neo repeated his name, stood up straight and looked up at the person in front of him.

He's just himself, and Neo never sees himself as some sort of savior.

However, Soap just put Rorschach's hand-painted image in front of Neo, confirming that the person who is [-]% similar is his target.

"Confirm the existence and start the isolation operation."

Obtaining Soap's order, the rest of the mobile suits took out a syringe from the assault boat, and regardless of Neo's objections, directly injected some substance into his body.

Even though he has learned a lot of fighting skills through the mother's program, in front of mobile suits, this is as weak as a newborn cat cub.

Neo clutched his neck without any strange feeling.

"Let him go!"

Murphys was a little excited watching this scene, he broke free from the guards guarding him, and rushed to Neo's side to protect him behind him.

However, the mobile suit didn't do anything extra after finishing the injection, as if he didn't see Murphys, he stood behind Soap again.

"Murpheus!"

The voice of the Presbyterian Council stopped agitating Murphys, allowing him to regain his senses and stand aside.

Now Zion also has a clear understanding of the newly arrived mobile suits.

Can easily kill all APU mechs, but did not hurt anyone.With a full-coverage exoskeleton armor, it reveals a human face in front of everyone.

It's not that no one suspects that the machine is hidden under the human face, but after a simple thought, it can be figured out that the machines that completely defeated humans would not be so boring.

The human body has great limitations, and machines that break through the limitations of form can have more functions.

Since the entire Zion can be killed, there is no need to use this disguise to confuse the enemy.

The elders remained calm, came to Soap, and stretched out their hands calmly and restrainedly to invite Soap.

The communication between the two sides did not even speak, and the messenger of the Presbyterian Church just extended his hand as an invitation.

"Turn on all weapon safety, do not attack anyone!"

The sound of soap made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and now the two sides have a basis for communication.

In the hastily built conference hall, the two sides lined up on both sides of the long table, like ignorant savages and technological Homo sapiens, sitting down and communicating in restraint.

The conference hall is just a relatively empty area under the dock, and even when the battlefield is being cleaned above, there are constantly falling bullet casings falling around everyone.

Soap looked at the person on the opposite side who carefully picked up the shell case and handed it to the person beside him, looked down at the bread in front of him and sighed helplessly.

Bread, this is the only wheat left in Zion.

Once a person named Jeffrey found the video footage of human farming in the past, and tried every means to collect wheat seeds from the surface, and set up ultraviolet equipment for farming under the eyes of the machine.

Such a dangerous behavior, after being discovered by the machine, the people who cultivated the ground fought with the machine in order to protect their crops.

The result is that all human beings are killed by machines.

After that, the rebels did not venture to the ground again, and the last batch of wheat planted by Jeffrey and others was successfully transferred to Zion.

Due to the harsh underground environment, all the residents of Zion can only taste the taste of wheat every six months.

This is named 'Jeffrey's Bread' and is Zion's only natural food.

And what I tasted was nothing more than slices of bread thinner than the beef of a certain ramen shop, and even a lot of bran was mixed in the slices of bread.

Only newcomers who had just returned to Zion were given a whole loaf of bread as a home welcome for lost family members.

As for the captains who have the greatest autonomy, and even the elders have to serve them, what they can eat is just the synthesized starch paste.It smelled like soaked broken bricks mixed with motor oil.

The bread placed in front of the soap was the size of a palm, which was the highest courtesy Zion could offer.

The captains re-parked the ships in appropriate positions, and came under the dock one after another, waiting around for this sudden communication.

Locke, the commander of the Human Resistance Army, hurriedly climbed down from the dock at this time.

As the commander of the resistance army, Locke just stood at the forefront driving the APU mech, which made him also the first wave of violent disarmament of mobile suits.

Just now, someone came out of the APU mecha, and came to the negotiating table non-stop.

As the highest will, the Council of Elders did not rush to start communication, but waited for Locke.

In Zion, where there are only hundreds of thousands of free humans left, the resistance spirit represented by the commander of the resistance army, Locke, is the leader.

Locke looked at the people around him, and secretly nodded to the captains.

Sitting opposite the soap, Locke asked everyone's question: "Are you human? Did the machine send you here?"

Under the terrorist blockade of machines, creatures called human beings are partners on the same front.

Although I have already confirmed in my heart that the person in front of me is not a running dog of the machine, it will be reassuring to hear the other party say it.

"We are Task Force 141 under the Space-Time Administration..."

As soon as I said one sentence, Soap couldn't continue.

The exchange should be negotiated by the secretariat sending diplomats. They are war machines, and they landed this time to find Zion for the purpose of carrying out the extermination mission.

Locke was a little confused about the description of the soap, which is normal.As free people in Zion, under the pressure of survival brought by machines, it is not bad to survive. They rarely have access to scientific knowledge.

After silence, Soap grabbed the bread in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Coarse and dry wheat has not been refined, and the bran and dried wheat groats have become a sand-like texture.

In the sound of grinding teeth, Soap thought about how to make the other party agree with the Space-Time Administration, but when he looked at the other side again, what he saw was envious eyes.

'envious?Why?Is it bread? '

In an instant, Soap understood why, this kind of bread, which tasted as rough as sand, was the only great food that the other party could offer.

Soap swallowed the whole piece of bread, connected the communication on the nano biochemical equipment to the orbital assault boat, and said: "Nikolai, bring down the food reserves on the assault boat... hurry up!"

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a heavy sound from the dock above their heads, as if something had hit it, and then they started running.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a guy in an armor suit jumping straight down from above with a super large refrigerator on his back.

Soap opened the refrigerator, took out an apple from it and handed it to Locke opposite.

Apple, a very common fruit, is also very common in the mother's virtual world.

But here is Zion, and the only plant is the wheat that Jeffrey traded his life for.

Locke rubbed his hands, feeling the slightly cool apple.Then pass the apple to the next person.

The next person endured the dry throat, swallowed the apple and handed it to the next person.

Just pass it on one by one, and it didn't enter anyone's mouth when it was passed to the end. The person at the end of the line walked out holding the apple.

Zion still has children, those born through normal births have never seen these...

"Actually, you don't need to do this, we still have a lot."

The soap was pushed directly into the refrigerator, and the food that fell out of the refrigerator piled up into a mountain.

Heavy breathing continuously came from around, it was food that was only seen in the virtual world of the mother's body, it was real food.

Locke no longer needed to look back at the elders, his trembling voice asked the most concerned question for everyone.

"You...you repelled the machine? Created a shelter on the surface?"

Only by building a shelter on the surface, only the soil can give birth to plants!All kinds of food in front of you are proof!
"We are from the Space-Time Administration..."

"Is that the name of your organization? We are Zion, and this underground shelter is called Zion!"

The erroneous communication between the two sides made Soap feel more helpless. He stretched out his hand and pressed down, as if to calm down the mood of everyone in Zion.

"No! We come from other universes, we are...forget it, let's read the explanation of the red queen!"

In the eyes of the people in front of him with all kinds of doubts and excitement, Soap couldn't give a reasonable explanation at all. He could only use the induction training first filmed by the Space-Time Administration as an explanation.

After reading a series of introductions, Zion's leadership became even more excited.

Murphys was about to pounce on him and shout for the savior, and Neo also breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out and pressing Murphys' shoulder to keep him calm.

What can be more in line with the existence of the savior than the Space-Time Administration?

Just the refrigerator that poured out a lot of food with the Untraceable Stretching Charm was about to make Zion confess.

With trembling hands, Locke cut an apple into hundreds of slices and shared it among all the people present as a celebration. He carefully picked out the seeds of the apple and handed them to the elders to keep, then licked his fingers to feel the sweetness.

Looking at the excited crowd in front of him, Soap was a little embarrassed to disturb him.

Locke calmed down, sat opposite Soap, and asked, "What obligations do we need to perform?"

Enjoying the power brought by the Space-Time Administration and fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations, Locke can see clearly, as can the elders and the captains behind him.

Now they are gearing up, ready to complete the task, and then lead the planet out of the control of the machine.

But Soap asked a seemingly weird question.

"Do you know how many years it is?"

years?For most people in Zion, they have almost no concept of time. Only the Presbyterian Church that guarantees the survival of Zion will record the so-called time after work, leaving some traces of human history.

The elders communicated in a low voice, and finally gave Soap an answer.

"It's about 2199 now. We can only use the time records of our predecessors to judge. There may be a gap in the range."

Soap shook his head, and said: "Your time should be 2700 to 2800 years. Human beings have experienced at least five reincarnations under the control of the mother..."

(End of this chapter)