death of hope

"Uh...Actually..."

Lynch was about to ask something when he heard a vigorous child shouting from a distance:
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Where are you?!"

"Hey hey hey! Listen, my grandson is here!"

The old man's face was full of happiness: "Hey, big man, can you do me a favor?"

"You said." Lynch nodded.

"Help me, let my grandson know where I am."

"Okay~"

The old man sat on Lynch's shoulders, raised his withered arms, and waved his straw hat full of holes:

"Paul, slow down, don't fall!"

·
The little boy ran tirelessly, didn't care about the stranger next to him, and threw himself into the old man's arms:
"grandfather!"

The boy's little face was dirty, stained with snot and mud. He was wearing a plain coarse cloth shirt with a piece of red silk tied to the collar. He was carrying a green canvas shoulder bag of the same style as the old man, and small cloth shoes. With rubber patches on it.

His curly curly hair was a little messy, and his clear blue eyes flashed,
Those eyes looked at the scarred and fully armed Lynch, and at the alien Papa in strange clothes,

The boy became nervous, and hugged the old man's leg with his little hands:

"Bastard!"

"What are you talking about! It's rude!"

The old man patted his grandson's head lightly: "Uncles and aunts are our own! They came to visit their comrades in arms!"

"But...but..."

The boy rolled his eyes and looked at the wine gourd thrown on the ground:

"Grandpa, you drank too much again... I can't tell who is who..."

Lynch and the boy looked at each other, scared the other side away.

(Sweet little one...if my Franz is still alive...) He thought of his son, and said:

"If our intentions are wrong, we won't be able to talk to your grandpa properly."

"But she..." The boy looked at Papa:

"Grandpa! Look, it's just a phantom pirate with black magic..."

"what?"

Persephone was fed up with stereotypes and discrimination, especially when it came from the mouth of an innocent child, and the damage to her was super doubled:
"Little devil! Listen to me!

First of all, I am not a spirit clan, but a Noah spirit clan!
Then, not all Eldar are pirates!

Finally, that's psionics, not black magic!

"

Papa's eyes are different from humans, similar to cold-blooded animals such as lizards, snakes, and crocodiles. The pupils are vertical and faintly glowing.

Once she lost her temper, her pupils became very scary with the surge of psionic energy, scaring the child to hide behind the old man.

"Grandpa, run away! This female fairy... is going to eat us!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Persephone was so annoyed, "You nasty brat!"

·
The old man was almost sober, rubbed his eyes, and then realized that Papa was an alien. He stroked his grandson's messy short hair and said:

"Paul, how did grandpa teach you, one ear goes in and the other goes out, right?
Our dawalixi are all over the stars and seas, and my sister is an alien, what happened to the aliens?

Kiss or not, refer to grades!
All those who have been oppressed and have the courage to resist capital, no matter humans or aliens, are our good comrades!

Besides, without the introduction of our own people, the two of them couldn't find it here. "

"You're right...Grandpa..."

The little boy lowered his head in shame: "I was wrong, my thinking...is narrow..."

"To raise awareness, we need to learn more about the thoughts of the leaders."

"Ah? No... what do you mean by this grandpa and grandson?"

Papa was confused and didn't know what to say: "It's all...what and what..."

·
Along the way, everything Lynch has experienced has enabled him to understand the words of the old man,

Putting the carbine on the ground to show he meant no harm, he drew a pack of Camels from his pocket and handed it over.

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw it:
"Hey! This thing...is a rare commodity here! Do you really want to give it to me?"

"You put it away, old man, I have something to ask you."

"Then I won't be polite!"

The old man took the cigarette, reluctant to smoke it, and put it in his canvas bag, his old face wrinkled with joy.

·
"When did you join the commune?"

"Speaking of which...but it's a long time~
My family is the first group of immigrants to come to this planet, with farmers and miners from Mexico and Colombia,
They are all low-level people, about five or six hundred households.

At that time, the environment here was still very bad. If it wasn't for avoiding the corruption of the federation and the greedy companies, they wouldn't have left their homes and come to this ghost place to reopen.

The big guys pooled money to buy equipment, transform the environment to be suitable for human habitation, build roads and bridges, farm and mine, and exchange industrial products with merchants in Hei City.

Our agricultural products and ores are sold cheaply, especially the avocados we grow, which are highly praised in the market, and merchants are happy to go to this planet for trade,

They brought advanced food preservation technology, and even built a small star port. Our life is getting better and better,
However, the good times didn't last long. The United Fruit Company (UFC) noticed that there were high-quality and low-price competitors on the hei market.

Their marketing department sent an investigation team to discover us reclusive immigrants and the water and soil environment that we have painstakingly transformed over the years.

This planet is located in a gray zone between multiple forces. In order to avoid triggering an interstellar war, the Terra Federation will never take the risk of sending troops to occupy it. Giant corporations are different.

These wolves smell the smell of money, how can they give up!

·
The United Fruit Company sent corporate fighters to drive the folks together and force us to sign the so-called 'cooperation agreement',
To put it nicely, it's actually a contract to 'hire' us as employees of United Fruit at a very low price.
According to the contract, we don't get any rights, and we have to hand over all agricultural and mining output. To put it bluntly, we are slaves in the interstellar era.

The folks are definitely not happy, but they have guns, we only have hoes...

Signed the deed of sale, every day before dawn,

The foreman of the United Fruit Company used a whip to drive us to work, and we were only given half an hour to eat and rest in the middle, and we had to report to the toilet.

On this planet without ZF management, giant corporations can do whatever they want,

Five years,

I don't know how I survived those five years...

·
A quarter of the villagers disappeared in this piece of land they reclaimed...

Those who died of exhaustion, died of illness, were shot... unbearable torture, self-defeating...

A company executive who came to investigate fell in love with my sister,
She was very happy, thinking that in this way, she had a relationship and brought the whole family out of the sea of ​​suffering.
However, when work was over one day, my sister was found dead in the farm tool warehouse with duct tape wrapped around her mouth.

Her body was covered with traces of abuse. I overheard the coroner of the company talking. My sister has been pregnant for two months.
One corpse and two lives.

As for that company executive, without any moral burden, sitting on a high platform, sharing a drink with his colleagues...

·
No one knows about the evil that is happening here.

Our village head always talks about poisonous chicken soup that is not nutritious,
Say what justice may be late, but never absent such bullshit!

The priest led everyone to pray in the shed, Hallelujah!
but i know

no god,

no savior,
If I remain silent,
Which fellow will the next tragedy like my sister happen to?

In my thirties, I found a group of brothers who are also in their prime and have ideas in their hearts.
That night, we cut our fingers, dripped the dark red blood into a bowl, and drank it.

Another day, in the quarry,

The foremen and corporate fighters, tired from playing cards, sat in the shade and took a nap,

they slack,
I walked over softly, raised the hammer,
Aim at that fat head,

then……

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