death of hope

Chapter 286 "Corporate Warrior" (202) Torn Pages
"This book...maybe it was compiled by your father and circulated by the miners when they were resting," said Unjien. Smoking is not allowed, and the security officer is not mad after seeing it?"

"Finally, the trip was not in vain," Lynch took it, frowning,
The cover and table of contents are gone, and 99% of the pages of the book were burned.

Most of the preserved ones are blurred and cannot be read coherently at all, and can only absorb information from broken words.

(I remember this paper! Cheapest recycled paper,)

Soft and thick, but light in weight, the paper surface is rough and grainy, dark yellow in color, mixed with sawdust and fluff, and exudes a smell of industrial disinfectant. The only advantage is that it is [-] times cheaper than ordinary paper.

Due to the high printing costs and royalties, most of the children of miners read books bound on cheap paper, which Lynch is very familiar with.

A considerable part of his childhood fun came from the fifty-one pirated comic books sold at newsstands.

Even though his movements were already very gentle, once he opened it, the broken and ashesed pages kept falling down,

Just a pitiful little scrap of paper, firmly attached to the spine of the offset-bound book.

"It's too dark to see clearly."

"Just take it away." Lodayev took a small waterproof plastic bag, packed the remaining scraps of paper, and squeezed the sealing strip tightly.

At this time, Wang Hongye, who went to investigate on the west side, sent a message:
"Boss, I found a dark hole at a detonator laying site. The traces are not artificially excavated. It is very likely that monsters dug... Wait... I will turn on the thermal imaging and try...

I saw... two adult blind beasts are biting a giant lizard. There are a lot of bones piled up on the ground. Do you want to gather and kill them?Chances are there's something to be found. "

"Don't make a sound, this is the land card of underground creatures. The strong dragon will not overwhelm the snake, let's withdraw."

Half an hour later, everyone took the elevator back to the surface and passed the swamp again. Lynch did not choose to go around, but stopped:

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"I changed my mind and saved that old lunatic."

"That guy Taywell won't live long. If he is taken away, he will have to be imprisoned in a lunatic asylum to suffer. It's better to let him fend for himself here."

"Sorry, Uncle Onjien, I lied. I saved him out of selfishness." Lynch said shamefully, "This lunatic seems to know a lot about his father's book writing. When he goes back and takes the medicine to stabilize, maybe What can I ask?"

"You don't need to be ashamed of this, kid, actually... I'm afraid that if I stay for a long time, I'll have long nights and dreams. I hope little Joey can live on. Coupled with some old grudges, I didn't take that old lunatic's life seriously at all. , I'm too selfish."

"It's human nature." Shaft spread his hands, "Speaking of which, I don't want to step into that muddy ground again. If I get stuck in it, I'll be fucked up."

"I'm good at this, I'll do it."

Sigurdlifa came back after walking for an hour. The inflatable cushion under the feet relieved the pressure of the unit area, so you don’t have to worry about sinking, and there is a rocket backpack at the bottom.

When she entered the camp in the middle of the swamp, Taywell refused to give in, waving a crowbar and babbling wildly.

So she stunned the madman with a Burmese headbutt, and lifted the thin little old man out like a foal.

Ang Jien was stunned, and sighed: "Wow, what a fierce guy."

"Man? That's a rude old lady." Shaft told him in a low voice, "It's our boss's best friend."

Came to a flat highland, fired the signal flare, took the shuttle back to the ship smoothly,

Unjien and his little grandson lived in a clean and tidy cabin,
After ten years of suffering, he finally survived in the wasteland of Pandora. Thinking of his lost life, this strong man couldn't hold back any longer, and cried bitterly while hugging his child.

The old lunatic Taywell woke up as soon as he boarded the boat, and cursed Wang Hongye with a racial slur at an inappropriate time, so Lodayev used the butt of his gun to help him fall asleep again.

A sailor said: "My God! Take it easy! Take it easy! This poor madman will be killed by you sooner or later..."

"Sig, tie this lunatic to the bed, inject a sedative, and hand it over to the doctor on the ship. Thank you for your hard work, everyone, let's go back to the cabin and rest."

When Lynch returned to the room, he didn't even bother to take a hot shower. He couldn't wait to take out the plastic bag, turn on the lights, and sat at the desk looking for pieces of paper that he could read.

First piece of paper:
The Human Federation of Terra is weakening, and the corrupt parliament is being eroded by corporate forces. Corporate armed forces cannot replace the federal army. They will only protect the interests of the company, and even humans will betray humans if necessary!
Alien forces are watching, our descendants will usher in a dark and hopeless future, someone must stand up and save it all.

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The second piece of paper is larger, and the text appears to be taken from a newspaper
A bloody incident occurred on Terra, the home planet of the Human Federation,
The workers' demonstration of the York City Automobile Industry Association was brutally suppressed, 371 people were killed and 3101 were injured,
12 hours after the incident, representatives of various companies reached a settlement with union leaders. The workers felt betrayed, and more bloody conflicts were likely to happen soon...

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The third piece of paper:
They canceled benefits, sucked the last drop of blood from the auto workers, and then gave some of them small favors to quell the strike, and the scabs smiled and rejoiced, but they didn't know that what they got was just what they deserved for their labor one-tenth of

Brother miners, we must not make the same mistakes. We must work together, speak up bravely, strive for eight hours of work, and strive for weekends!Recover pension for brother's widow in mine disaster!
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The fourth piece of paper:
When the war broke out, we died in the trenches, and when peace came, we died in the factory. Some people always think they are in a car, but they don't know that they are gasoline.

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The fifth piece of paper is relatively complete

Mr. Alexei got very angry at the militants in our organization for being too radical, criticizing them for always trying to attract attention through terrorist attacks, saying that such idiot behavior does not serve the slightest purpose except to discredit the organization.

Last month he wrote an article in an underground newspaper, criticizing that the main reason for the internal conflicts in our organization is that many comrades do not realize the importance of ideological weapons and blindly worship violence.

They want to arm every member of the organization and fight a war, which is simply not realistic, we have to learn from the history of non-violent non-cooperation movements.

I disagree with Comrade Alexei's statement,

Our business is not to treat guests to dinner. To save human civilization, we must smash the framework of the old world. To advance, we must sacrifice.

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The sixth piece of paper almost completely retains half a page:
In the war between the Terra Federation and the aliens and human warlord rebels, no matter how tragic the front line is, the parliamentarians, governors, old nobles, entrepreneurs, speculators, upstarts, and marshals in the rear are always safe.

They can send hundreds of millions of people to the battlefield and enjoy luxury in the rear. The casualties on the front line are just a number to them.
Therefore, they conscripted three times in a row during the colonial war on Akaleite, turning the differences that could have been resolved through peaceful negotiations into a bloody battle that killed 10 people.

The arms dealers made a lot of money, the stocks of immigration companies soared, and even those who speculated on land and sold cemeteries also got rich, and those mothers who suffered the pain of bereavement, no one cared about their tears.

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Marcus Lynch turned off the desk lamp, rubbed his tired eyes, looked at the bright Milky Way outside the window, and fell into thought:
(This was written by my father? Surely not!
Patricia Lynch is a submissive man, with such a strong body for nothing, he dared not fight back when he was bullied, which caused my sister and me to be bullied.

Damn, it's getting more confusing,
The headache is about to burst, take a sleeping pill, sleep well...)
(End of this chapter)