death of hope

Chapter 243 "Corporate Warrior" (159) Psionic Hypnotism
"Captain, it seems that you are quite dissatisfied with the status quo of the Federation.

With your meritorious service, it is easy to get a high-end civilian job in the Ministry of Military Affairs. Why do you go to work in a private company? It is so much for making money. "

"That's not true. I hate bureaucracy. I would rather go back to the battlefield and work hard than sit in the civil servant's office for a minute. Everyone is dawdling, a pool of stagnant water, making people drowsy."

"There are still innovations in my spiritual review project." Dr. Ryan seemed to want to change the other party's view of federal civil servants, and said in a serious tone:

"Captain, sitting in front of you is a psychiatrist with psychic talent, a first-class hypnotist, and my students are all over the star regions."

"So, I met a leading elite in the industry, is this lucky or unlucky?"

"For you, of course it's a good thing. I don't like boasting, but this is a fact. I am the most professional authority in the field of identification and treatment of post-traumatic syndrome PTSD in the field, and you can fully trust it."

Lynch calmed down his irritable heart, and awakened his psychic talent, and looked at the psychiatrist Dr. Ryan in a white coat in front of him. This person obviously had a passion that did not belong to this age group.

Regardless of whether the achievements he said are boastful or not, there is one thing he dares to guarantee,

Dr. Ryan is not the kind of mediocre civil servant who spends his salary. He really loves this career, wholeheartedly, respects and sympathizes with every patient. Despite this, he still urgently wants to leave this room and does not want to be regarded as a spiritual sick.

"What did you...do to me just now?" The other party seemed very surprised: "Captain, you also have psychic talent!"

"It's just a class with an axe. It's not at the same level as you. It's far behind."

"It's better that way, and there won't be too much resistance to the use of abilities among psychic talents."

"Doctor, I'm not here to discuss psionics with you." Lynch glanced at the clock on the wall: "Can we start now?"

Dr. Ryan glanced at the yard outside the window, where the white-haired veteran was playing badminton with a tall blonde girl.

"If there is such a beautiful woman waiting for me to come out, I will be impatient."

"Can I go, as long as you stamp these damn forms."

Dr. Ryan picked up the cup: "Captain, please respect my work, this is a very serious matter, not a joke.

Last Saturday, a veteran in New Brisbane attended a party. He heard the sound of firecrackers as gunshots. He picked up a kitchen knife and stabbed guests, causing 1 death and 3 injuries. He was detained in a suburban prison. I ordered Go for a psychiatric evaluation,
It was only after psychic hypnosis that the veteran had participated in the Battle of Fischerano and mistook the guests for green-skinned orcs. "

"I bet that person must be from the Unicorn Company. Those people like close combat with cold weapons." Lynch shrugged and said, "I also participated in that battle. The first batch of airborne troops killed 6000 people within a quarter of an hour. , It is purely normal for someone to have a psychological shadow."

"I have been observing since you entered this office." Dr. Ryan adjusted his glasses: "Captain, you seem to be fine. If you perform well and cooperate enough, I will issue a certificate to let you You don't need to review it for ten years."

"That's great. I am the person who is most afraid of trouble. Let's start now. I will absolutely cooperate."

"That's right, now start the psychic hypnosis, please relax your whole body and lean your back on the sofa."

Dr. Ryan took out a hollowed-out plastic hat, aligned the electrodes on it to the acupuncture points on Lynch's head, and helped him put it on. He took out a Seagull mechanical pocket watch from his pocket, hung it on a chain, and placed it in front of Lynch's eyes. swing back and forth.

"Captain, relax, relax, imagine yourself lying on the beach, listening to the waves roll...

Very good, the nerve ports are aligned, I'm going to activate the psionic booster, that's it, close your eyes, go to sleep... sleep..."

Dr. Ryan put on a VR device and searched for a certain memory in Lynch's brain, and the result surprised him. There are hundreds of PTSD patients he has treated, and no one has experienced so many tragic wars like him.

"Very good, the neuron signals are completely synchronized, captain, now you need to open your heart and recall, what is the most impressive scene after fighting for so many years?"

"Screen?"

"Yes, a picture, treat yourself as a camera, and the memory card stores your memories."

"There are too many pictures, my mind is too chaotic, and I have nightmares on average half the days of the week."

"That's right! The direction is right! Nightmare is the key! Just describe a scene, a shot, your eyes are the camera lens."

"Nightmare... the first half of my life was just a nightmare, so I... just find a part of it."

"It's great... Captain, I saw your memory... It's just a little blurry, please help me make the picture clear, what did you see?"

"I saw...a kite

"Kite?"

"A rhombus-shaped painted kite, dragging a beautiful streamer."

"I saw it too, very good, let's continue to remember like this."

"Oops..." Dr. Ryan felt a headache. After the neurons were synchronized, he also felt the same as the patient. The screen of the VR device became chaotic, as if the TV signal was disturbed:

"Captain, relax! Focus on nothing else! What's going on? The kite is gone, it's not good, multiple memories are intertwined... intertwined..."

Lynch leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, completely fell into a hypnotic state, and said calmly:
"The dispatch period is over, and the Star Wars is still raging, God forbid, at least, I can come home alive, with arms and legs intact.

I became the only healthy person in the company who came back alive. "

When I was at the airport, walking slowly into the lobby,
People have already crowded here, holding signs, cheering, scrambling to hug and shake hands with me.

Even the girls didn't dislike my ugly face, and jumped on me to leave a sweet kiss.

All the people saying to me, "Thank you for your service, hero!" Most of them had no idea what they were thanking me for.

I was sure I would die on the battlefield.

Human beings are fragile, even if they are as strong as me, they cannot escape the scythe of death,

Be it bullets, explosives, or heat rays, everything can kill.

At the press conference, I took the speech script handed to me by the federal aide civil servant,
Read it like a bible,
No matter who wrote this bullshit article, one thing is certain,
This guy is a clerk in an office, he has no idea what war means, what the smell of a dead body is like.

After reading the speech, the reporters were applauding, the politicians had false smiles on their faces, and I saluted stiffly. I didn't think these people respected me at all.

I feel uncomfortable

All the people I knew, who were smarter, braver, and a hundred times better than me, became corpses.

Their metal coffins were covered with the blue flag of the Federation of Terra,
Covered with gorgeous flowers soaked in essence,
very beautiful,
But a few people knew that the soldiers in the coffin had been bombed into a pile of minced meat, which could not be glued together.

(Memory is confused again...)
When I returned to my warm home, hugged my mother and sister, returned to my room, and sat on the familiar yet unfamiliar single bed.

With callused hands, I gently stroked the cold side of the bed, imagining it as the cold zinc alloy gun body,

The furnishings in the house are gradually blurred, and another scene emerges in front of my eyes, the raging fire under the cloudy sky, the hot air, the smell of gunpowder and sweat.

I was horrified to find that I was not at home, but sitting on a bumpy armored personnel carrier, and the comrades next to me were either busy loading magazines or wailing over their wounds.

Through the curled and cracked goggles,
And the round, narrow window of bulletproof glass, I saw painted kites,
Simple kites made by alien orphans,
Made of wood, skeleton and plastic sheeting glued together,

Human immigration brings not only physical aggression, but also cultural aggression. Even alien children have learned human games.

They run, they jump, they see the troop carrier, they throw stones at us,
"Go away! Human invaders!"

A suicide car bomb exploded not far away, and the resulting shock wave turned the armored personnel carrier upside down. The helmet slammed on the armor plate with a bang, and the legs were upturned. The wounded soldier in the car fainted from the pain .

I struggled to get to the window,

The car bomb destroyed everything around,
The flesh of human soldiers, alien terrorists, and alien orphans were intertwined and fell on the cracked loess like raindrops.

kite string,

broken,

The painted kite breaks free,

fly higher and higher,

Disappeared in the air full of black smoke.

From then on, I knew,
my war,

It never ends. "

The memory poured into the brain of the psychiatrist like a raging wave, causing him to receive a huge shock and trembling all over.

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Half an hour later, Captain Marcus Lynch left the room with the unstamped form.

He failed the test and required at least a week of counseling therapy every year thereafter.

But it wasn't himself that he was most worried about right now.

came to the yard, Sigurd Lifa was waiting for him;
"How about it?"

"It's not that bad, I'll come here every year from now on."

"It's unlucky to meet an unreasonable psychiatrist."

"No, it's a good thing for me. Dr. Ryan is excellent. He decompresses patients by sharing memories. I feel much better now."

"Then why are you still frowning?"

"It's hard for a doctor to heal himself. I think it's time for Dr. Ryan to see a psychiatrist."

(End of this chapter)