death of hope

Chapter 230 "Corporate Warrior" (146) People on the Margins of Society
As a successful example of early human interstellar colonization,
The infrastructure of New Brisbane is complete,

In the central area of ​​the CBD towering high-rise buildings, neon lights flashing, and [-]-meter-high holographic projection advertisements dazzled people, declaring the overall victory of capital and consumerism.

Employees of big companies in suits and leather shoes hurried past with briefcases in their hands, and speculators gathered in coffee shops to chat about futures prices,

No one wants to take another look at this eccentric couple,
Everyone is working hard for their livelihood, desperately introverted, and stepping on the losers to climb up.

The two took a taxi to the lower city and saw a completely different scene.

There are no tall buildings, no neon lights, no hologram advertisements, no handsome men and women in fashionable clothes.

Some are just covered with soot, abandoned old industrial factory buildings, dilapidated tube buildings, stray cats and dogs, and forgotten people.

Downtown, another restless day, gunshots, shouts,
Brisbane police are cracking down on a workers' wage march to prevent them from going to the business district to cause trouble,
Ragged beggars sat around burning trash cans to keep warm, and children selling lighters ran around, taking the opportunity to steal the wallets of onlookers.

Poverty and violence, streets full of smoke and fire, this is Lynch's life, and it is also familiar to Sigdrifa. It is dangerous, but you don't have to hold back your energy and let it go.

Not far away, the police blew whistles and shot rubber bullets, holding shields and waving sticks, rushing forward.

The demonstrators trampled on each other and dispersed, the labor movement marching flag was trampled into the mud, the streets smelled of blood, and now it was the turn of the ambulance to show up.

Even the people who watched the excitement became bored, like a clichéd drama that was played out every now and then.

Lynch glanced at the heavily polluted sky, turned his head,
He wanted to hold that slender, white hand, but retracted it again.

(Restraint, be patient.) he thought.

He almost forgot how long it had been since he did something purely for happiness,
To breathe, just to live.

Walking along the familiar streets all the way,
An old bus was parked on the side of the road, and the off-duty assembly line workers dragged their tired feet,
One by one, they were so tired that they staggered like walking dead,
Breathing the dirty air and holding meager salaries, they did not have the guts to join the parade. Day after day, they repeated mechanical work, dreaming that one day they could immigrate to other planets.

In contrast, although corporate fighters are dangerous, they will not suffer such long-term torture.
As Johnny said, death is death, a good thing, and bid farewell to this noisy, rambunctious world.

At the entrance of the bar, a girl with heavy make-up and scantily dressed is giving a Z to passers-by.

She played the role of a college belle, trying to cater to the tastes of those BT customers. If she didn't want to enter the factory, she chose to degenerate.

"You were once a college belle."

Lynch said inappropriately,
If a normal person heard it, he would definitely give him a big mouth, but fortunately, the other party was so careless and didn't care at all.

"Yes." Sigdrifa kicked away the bullet casings on the ground and said:
"Generally speaking, college flowers are the captains of the school's football cheerleading team. When I was a freshman, I did play for a while. The feeling of the game is really good, but I prefer to play by myself than to cheer. Most men are stronger.

It's a pity that I am a poor ghost who pays off my father's debts. I don't have time to play. Apart from studying, I work part-time. "

"A part-time university belle, interesting, tell me."

"You men don't understand how hard it is, you don't hire girls for high hourly jobs,
So, I dressed up as a boy and went to work in a convenience store. Wearing a hoodie and a mask, I delivered bottled water to the dormitory and residential buildings near the university. There was no elevator. I carried it up to the seventh floor. My colleagues marveled at my strength, guess what? I'm on the weightlifting team.

When I was a sophomore, I worked part-time at a pizza fast food restaurant. I wore a short skirt and delivered food on roller skates. I was crazy about thanking you for a tip of one dollar.

Enduring harassment from jerk guests, and being touched on the thigh, I can only hold my breath,
At that time, I had already learned Burmese boxing from a teacher. In order to supplement protein, I collected the steaks left by the guests after get off work, wrapped them in tin foil, and grilled them. "

"Unbearable memories."

"Not entirely. There are still good people. There are always guests who bring homeless people in for a good meal. When water is delivered, some people give me a glass to drink."

"In this world, where there are bastards, there are good people. There is always hope. Why don't you have friends to work with you?"

"Yes, my dear Miss Eiffel,

At the convenience store, I carry the dishes and she washes them, but it doesn't last long,
When she was in her third year of college, she was pregnant with a child, dropped out of school and married your son, and now her sons are all in elementary school, and I have graduated from college for several years, and I have never held a boy's hand. "

"Everyone has their own way of life." Lynch sighed: "During the school dance, I was sitting on the edge eating the buffet, my brothers felt sorry for me and forced me onto the dance floor,

When the girl saw my face, the expression was like seeing the stinky durian in the trash can. "

"They are vulgar, short-sighted, and ignorant!"

Sigdrifa grabbed Lynch's big hand, and squeezed it tightly,
The temperature is transmitted to the heart along the blood vessels.

"It's all... turned into a competition, let's talk about something happy, let's go! Go eat ice cream!"

"Great! I want chocolate and rum!"

Minutes later, Sigurdriffa chewed on the crusty shell of the ice cream, licked her fingers, and her crooked lipstick became even more ridiculous.

"Good guy, I ate seven in one go, you are so greedy for cold."

"When I was young, I looked forward to the ice cream truck passing by every day, but I couldn't afford it."

"Open up and eat, I treat you."

"No, I have a bad stomach, and I'll make a fool of myself if I eat any more."

"Let's go to dinner first, and I'll think about it later."

"What is your plan?"

"The high-end restaurants can't be opened, so we will go to the food stalls, play along the street, and then go to the old town playground! Then go to the midnight movie!"

"Wow! This is so cool!"

Like an excited child, Sigdrifa pounced on her, leaving a deep lip print. This time it was Lynch's turn to be embarrassed.

"Hey, you're wiping my mouth!"

Letting go of the shackles of formalism, the two finally found their own happiness,

Snack all over the street, eat all over,
Kebabs, udon noodles, deep-fried fresh milk, sushi rollers... Although it is not very hygienic, it also has a smoky flavor.

No one cares what they wear, whether they eat properly,

You can be free, and you don't have to care about other people's opinions. It doesn't matter if your coat is stained with grease or your stockings are scratched.

Open up to play after eating, the entertainment items in the slums are much richer than those of the rich,
Fishing for goldfish, hooping, fortune-telling with tarot cards, playing with monkeys, and listening to entertainers playing the piano.

At an airsoft shooting booth, Sigurdlifa shot twenty ten rings in a row. The children watching were stunned. The store owner smiled and handed out a unicorn plush toy:
"Good marksmanship, beauty, it's a shame that you don't become a sniper in the Federal Army."

"Actually, I'm better at using a shotgun to blow the enemy's skulls in the face, Boom!"

Sigurdlifa hugged the plush toy and jumped up and down to watch the next booth, leaving the owner of the shooting booth trembling in place.

(End of this chapter)