Son of the Stars

Chapter 83 Twins

Electricity and magnetism are a pair of twins. They are the direct "fuse" of the second industrial revolution of mankind, and also the basis of the third, fourth, and even fifth industrial revolutions of mankind.

The mutual conversion of electricity and magnetism has given humans the means to collect energy from various forms of energy for the first time, transmit this energy to other places, and convert it into various forms of energy again.

The degree of progress of civilization, in the final analysis, is a comprehensive measure of the level of energy collection, transmission and transformation.The most important criterion for human beings to classify hypothetical civilizations of different levels in the universe is to see their utilization of energy.

From this it is not difficult to see the importance of energy to human civilization.In other words, the importance of electricity and magnetism to humans.

As for these two basic elements that have constructed most of the modern achievements of the entire human civilization, human beings are far from "understanding" them.We know that a magnetic field surrounds a magnet, but it is still not clear whether when the magnet rotates, the magnetic field also rotates with it.

Basic products so important to human society are so poorly understood.This is also in line with the consistent habits of human beings-we know and learn almost everything, as long as it is enough.

The more we study, the more we realize our ignorance and superficiality, and the more we delve into it, the more confused and stupid we feel.Then it suddenly dawned on us that when we knew nothing, we didn't even know our own ignorance.

"I have only one purpose for your education, to realize your ignorance." The old face was narrating his knowledge and wisdom in a gentle voice, and the children around him, everyone had the same a face.

No. 33, who was lying on the hard board, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth with difficulty, and panted hard—like a fish leaving the water.

"Having a nightmare?" His voice came from the front, mixed with the wind, a little indistinct.

No. 33 rubbed his head, shook his head and said, "It doesn't count. I dreamed about the Primarch."

It was pitch black, with occasional yellow lights flashing by.The sound of train steel wheels rolling over the joints of the rails sounded at a fixed rhythm, the temperature was right, and the humidity was pleasant—the environment was very suitable for dreaming.

"I hope that what you dreamed about was the primarch who is still sane." No. 42 smiled slightly, "Let's rest for a while, we will continue to drive for at least two hours, it is best to rest now."

No. 33 hesitated and shook his head. He sat on some damp wood and said to No. 42, "The more we know, the more ignorant we are. Do you still remember this sentence?"

"The Primarch said it?" No. 42 recalled for a moment, "It should have been said when he was talking about electromagnetism."

"Yes." No. 33 was silent for a while, and then he asked, "We lost a lot of believers this time. North America was originally our most powerful parish—but after this attack, I don't know How many believers are left in North America."

"Our career is full of obstacles. But obstacles are what we have to face and overcome." No. 42 said gently but firmly, "Death is not terrible. Its coming is inevitable. The only possible deviation is nothing more than It's time for it to come. And those believers, our brothers and sisters, who have found their only peace in faith—and that's never a bad thing."

"Yes, the truth." No. 33 nodded, "I'm just... a little sad."

"We all do it, my brother, we all do it." Number 42 lowered his head, untied his cloak, and wrapped it around Number 33.Although he and No. 33 have the same face, it seems that No. 42 is older. "Nostalgia is a legitimate emotion. It proves that we are still human and still love our friends and relatives."

The expression on No. 42 was also a bit sad, but he was still trying to comfort his brother, "We should remember this nostalgia, and when we reunite at God's feet, it will change from bitterness to sweet wine."

"I know, I know." No. 33 tried to nod his head, but his voice became more and more trembling, "But I don't understand, the truth... Do these things have to be borne by us? I killed my own brother with my own hands, Just to turn those people in the institute into bombs... Can't I hold the bomb and just blow up the entire institute?"

"That was a necessary sacrifice, brother." No. 42 took a deep breath, "Remember his appearance, remember the last words he said to you—we can't let his sacrifice be in vain."

"I know it's hard to accept, brother." No. 42 patted No. 33 on the shoulder, "It's not easy to accept just like I killed the Primarch. But such a sacrifice is necessary. NO.14 uses It was his job to act as a diffuser with his own body. Just as it was the Primarch's job to bring us into this world and let us replace him—humans with all their flaws."

In a dark tunnel with only dim yellow emergency lights, the train that has been waiting for more than 30 years is speeding towards the terminal.Everything in the past seems to have nothing to do with it, and the future does not have any light.

Only a little bit of yellow light flashed across the blurred glass.

"We will succeed, we will replace all the old humans, and then become the last people in this world." No. 42 smiled, looking up at the yellow light spot outside the glass, "and then we will all die. Wait for the last one of us to die , we can meet again at the feet of God.”

No. 33 fell into a deep sleep, curled up on the wet floor like a fetus.He was indeed too tired. He led a group of not-so-useful construction AI robots and a group of rancher-born rednecks. Using simple tools, he built a machine capable of launching extremely powerful weapons from scratch within two weeks. A device with strong electromagnetic waves.

And the result of such hard work was to kill his own brother, such an experience was indeed unbearable for him.

Station No. 42 is in front of the train, the connection layer between the AI ​​robot cab and the carriages.This otherwise highly advanced train, like those spare circuits in the laboratory, failed to beat time.The current train is the result of manual restoration by believers of the North American Mission in the past 15 years.

Although the appearance of such rough handmade products is really not flattering, it has to be admitted that this group of rednecks still have some ideas of their own on handmade works.

The group of rednecks really had a great idea to think of opening a special smoking area on the side of the carriage and preparing a batch of plastic-wrapped traditional cigarettes.

No. 42 stood on the smoking table on the side of the unshielded carriage, holding a cigarette with a glowing red flaming tip in his mouth.The acrid smoke made him squint his eyes, but he didn't intend to let go of the cigarette butt at all.

The brother's "accusation" like tears of blood made No. 42's mood fluctuate a little.As if through the slits of his squinted eyes, and in the acrid smoke of the air, he saw the Primarch: the man accused of 20 attempted murders, beneath the old body lurks a young A poet of restless souls.

This comment made No. 42 suddenly laugh. He put down the cigarette in his mouth, and unconsciously rolled the filter with his right hand. His eyes floated in the air, and it turned into a sigh after a long time.

"You shouldn't treat us as consumables." He rubbed the filter tip, watching the tar caught by the filter smear on his fingers, "We are your clones, but we are also independent individuals. You are really a . . . a simple idiot."

"We will fulfill your wish and send everyone to God." No. 42 muttered to himself, "I will ask you when the time comes, I must ask you."

"Why can't a clone without a soul become God's beloved son?"

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