death of hope

Chapter 347 "Corporate Warrior" (262) Sick World
After investigating along the way, Marcus Lynch became more and more aware of the organization his father joined, the Pandora Commune.

The soil of commune activities is slums, and he now has a deep understanding of this. Most commune members come from poor backgrounds.

If one were to find some common ground between Centaurus [-] and other human colonies, then the first thing to bear the brunt would be serious social tearing.

The luxury villa area in the CBD of Centaurus [-] Colony Center is surrounded by man-made forests and landscape lakes. This is the residential area for company executives and federal officials.

It monopolizes the best ecological niche in the colony, has an independent water and electricity supply system, and eats and drinks specially provided by pollution-free farms. You don't have to worry about heavy industrial pollution and crudely packaged food affecting your lifespan.

As for the senior employees of the company and the nouveau riche who speculate in stocks, they live in ten-story western-style apartments in middle-class communities. Don’t even think about special dishes, but you don’t have to worry about your wallet when you eat in a restaurant. .

Further down, the quality of life began to decline like a cliff,
Centaurus 200 has a large area of ​​slums, and the cost of ecological transformation is expensive. In order to make full use of the land, a giant residential tube building with about [-] floors has been erected.

Tens of thousands of people are crowded in small grid units of reinforced concrete structure, like a shed for pigeons.

And now they are in it,
"Welcome to the cockroach nest, our land card." Qi Guwale said in a self-deprecating tone.

"How long will we go?"

"It's almost here. You can actually take the bus. The purpose of walking is to let you understand the customs here."

The place that Qi Guwale called "easy to speak" should be nearby,

A group of people walked through the ruins of the dilapidated factory building, with cinders floating in the air, and entered the dark and dark alleys between the giant residential buildings.

On both sides of the alley are small closed or half-dead stores, and in a McDonald's fast food restaurant, tired waiters are bending over and mopping the floor.

There are homeless people and drug addicts sleeping soundly on the ground, and the trash cans have not been cleaned for a long time, exuding a suffocating stench, and the whole area is economically depressed and lifeless.

"Come here, there is a good show to watch." Qi Gewale climbed up the rusty ladder and came to the top floor of an unfinished building.

The roof of the building is full of foam cardboard used by the homeless to keep warm. Standing on the edge, you can look at the central area of ​​the CBD full of feasting and feasting, full of holographic projection advertisements, which makes people feel a very shocking sense of social division.

"Wow! Look!" Sigurdlifa said happily: "There are fireworks over there! It seems that some festival is being celebrated in the city."

"The Midday Festival," Gewale said, "is the biggest festival set up to commemorate the establishment of this colonial planet. People will wear beautiful clothes, go to the streets to watch fireworks, and sell food and small gifts in the night market."

"Let's go."

When going downstairs, Sigurdlifa noticed that a group of children in ragged clothes gathered on a balcony of the unfinished building, facing the fireworks blooming in the distance, waving their little arms and legs, jumping and cheering.

"It's so beautiful! It's a pity that it's too far away to see clearly!" said a child.

Another child waved the binoculars and said boastfully: "Look at this treasure, I picked it up from the trash cans of rich people. If anyone wants to borrow it, you can take a look at it for [-] cents!"

"Fifty cents? Why don't you snatch it!"

Sigurdriefa saw her past self in these children, and couldn't help but walk over:

"Hello, kids, why don't you let mom and dad take you to the scene?" She asked a teenager who shouted the loudest.

"Outsider?" The boy glanced back at her impatiently, blew his nose, frowned and said:

"My mother worked a 12-hour shift and said that she was going to be exhausted and didn't have the energy to make trouble with the brat..."

"Let Dad take you there."

"My father had a work-related accident and died early."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked..."

"Big sister, do you have anything else to do? I still want to watch fireworks with my friends!"

"Sorry... I'm leaving now..."

Sigdrifa fled back almost in embarrassment, and hugged Lynch, as if she was afraid of something.

"Touched your nose, didn't you?" Qi Gewale said with a smile: "Don't worry about the brats, these brats don't like outsiders, hey, why is your partner crying?"

Lynch buried his soft golden hair on his chest, and made a booing gesture to Gewale:
"She remembered something sad."

"I envy you, big man."

Qi Guwale thought of betraying his lover and Christina's face, which was smashed by bullets, and felt uncomfortable. He hurriedly lit a cigar, coughed and said:

"Nicotine and tar are the best pain suppressants, and you should try them too."

"You should smoke less, your lungs will rot." Sigurdlifa said, rubbing her red eyes.

"I may be betrayed tomorrow, and then I will be shot to death and dumped on the street. Why should I worry about the lung cancer that will kill me after I don't know how many years."

"Uh... I don't know what to say, but it seems to make sense..."

"You were crying, blond, because of those kids watching the fireworks, they reminded you of that poor girl in the old days.

You know from a young age that what is said in the news, for our children, we must give happiness education, that set of rhetoric is only for the lucky ones who are born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and I, Qi Guwale, is in this Born into a wealthy family.

I can’t tell you about the gold spoon, but there are still silver spoons. When I was young, I liked to play with the maids and the children of the workers’ families.

They are forgotten, hated, and considered as seedlings of thieves, and they are likely to go to prison when they grow up, just like cockroaches. "

Lynch stared at Gewale's one-eyed; "You are the spiritual leader of the commune organization, you betrayed your own class, what are you trying to do?"

"I fought all the way and killed a lot of people, even my childhood sweetheart... They said I was a terrorist, of course, I committed a crime enough to be sentenced to tens of thousands of years,

What are you trying to do? I am too small to change this corrupt federal system. All I can do is prevent the world from changing me. "

"You're going to keep killing people."

"Of course, especially a company dog ​​like you."

"You are dangerous, Guwale. I have sworn allegiance to the flag of the Federation. A good citizen of Terra should report a wanted criminal like you."

"Oh, then why don't you do it now, big hero?"

"The Federation of Terra, which I am loyal to, is sick and incurable, and my faith has also been shaken."

"You know, your father, Patricia Lynch also said something similar." Gewaler opened his eyes wide and held Lynch's hand:

"Thank you again for burying our comrade, Davarish."

"So, I'm 'one of my own' now?"

"That depends on whether you can inherit your father's mantle. Come on, we are here."

(End of this chapter)