Counterfeit Hero

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Didi, after two soft sounds, the flying car deviated from the main magnetic metal belt and found a space in the parking area on the roadside to stop.

Boswell has no doubt about the authenticity of the artificial intelligence in front of him. When the flying car performed this action, from the beginning to the end, he and the fat man did not say a word, all because of the spherical robot with his buttocks crawling on the bridge and posing as a car mascot.

No matter how high the anthropomorphic, the humanized program disguised as a seamless robot, it is impossible to automatically seize control of the flying car under the control of no one.

"I don't understand ..." The fat man reached out and drove the door: "It's a long time not to say how to return, and I have to leave in a few days, and I'm not allowed to go shopping on the street. What kind of world is this, and is there human rights?"

"I know you really want to satisfy your vanity!" Boswell stared at the little fart boy, turning his head to the fat man without looking back: "However, if I were you, I wouldn't get off!"

The fat man stunned: "Why don't I just stand on the street and have fun?"

For this fat man who has never been seen since childhood, posters with his own image are posted all over the city. In any case, it is a thing that makes him feel extremely cattle X and strongly excited.

Just imagine that if you stand in front of your poster like a big star and watch people come around in surprise and joy to ask for a signature, the fat man is very happy.

"Shallow!" Boswell glared at the fat man contemptuously, having a headache for a while. The fat man blinked innocently, reminding Boswell of the command report of the fat man.

In the report, not only detailed descriptions of his classmates, teachers, and neighbors, but also a comprehensive review of him by psychologists, social behaviorists, and intelligence departments.

Unlike all heroes, from a certain perspective, Tian Xingjian is not a person with mainstream social ideas. His mind is blurred. Even in many ways, it is still deliberately staying in adolescence.

Experience shaping character. The fat man's character, in the eyes of many experts who participated in the survey, is a miracle.

It is difficult for a child to distinguish right from wrong, and a person who has been bullied for a long time will either become a mentally cowardly person and hide himself from people's sight, or it will become an equally dark but psychologically violent Cold-blooded rebels who are hostile to society.

The six-year-old parents died, no one cared, no one taught, and the fat man who grew up alone in the bullying and rejection of his peers was different.

This optimistic, timid, but kind-hearted little boy, forged a layer of nearly crazy armor to protect himself during his long growth. Under this appearance, he minimized the cost of his growth.

This boy, who cannot be recognized by his peers and cannot be integrated into society, can unscrupulously use voyeurism and various mischief to attract the eyes of others under his disguise to meet his growing needs. And when this behavior becomes a normal state, the price paid is infinitely inclined to zero.

The most typical thing is that after being beaten, the fat man will peep ten times to reduce costs. Let the parents of those girls cry and helpless.

He can flatter without any psychological pressure, flattery, flattering, begging for mercy, crying, crying, running away, flirting with the girl face-to-face, and can appear in front of people with a petty and unkindness without psychological burden. You can get the interaction with the society at the minimum cost, and you can use the most despicable and shameless way to fight back anyone's injury.

This is a kind of survival wisdom. A kind of survival wisdom that originated from the ancient nation of the East on earth and pretended to be silly. Such wisdom cannot be understood by other nations.

It is this kind of wisdom that allows the fat man to hold the piece of pure land in his mind. Because, in his heart, he has always been in a strong position against others. When you see him curling up under your feet and crying, when you are laughing at him, taunting him, scolding him like an idiot, you don't know that you are just a silly X in his eyes.

Because of his concern, Boswell, who had talked specifically with the experts, now knows very well that on the surface, this fat man may have gotten off the bus because of vanity. Even his thinking is the same.

However, in his subconscious, when he suddenly saw himself exposed to the large public, what he felt was a serious threat! He got out of the car just to understand how this happened. What does it look like in the eyes of others!

Boswell looked lovingly at the lovely fat man who blinked in front of him, and sighed: "Look at the pedestrians on the street first."

"What's the matter?" The fat man looked out of the car window. Although the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street had faded, the bustling crowd still repeated the prosperity of the city. Here, after all, it is one of the core business districts of the capital Luderit.

A team of female soldiers lined up and went straight along the street. A few more girls crossed the street, ran to the bus station, and stood with the girls just now. Beside them, several middle-aged women and two gray-haired old men waited quietly for the bus.

The traffic lights at the intersection turned green, and flying cars started off on energy-saving magnetic belts. The pedestrians on both sides of the sidewalk stopped and stood on the side of the road, waiting for the signal lights. Inside, there are young girls, female students, aunty women, old people and children ...

A middle-aged man **** his briefcase from the street to the sidewalk, he stood quietly on the edge of the crowd, so striking.

The fat man's eyes rolled hard, and he finally understood what Boswell wanted to see. The Federation of Leray, the man of this country, is not on these streets. They were gathered and put on military uniforms and ran to the front. Or died on the battlefield, or, is about to die.

In the distance, a piece of light curtain bulletin board constantly scrolling with subtitles appeared one by one and disappeared quickly. The fat man knows that the one that rolls fast is the list of the dead!

The signal lights changed and the flow of traffic stopped. Pedestrians quickly cross the sidewalk. There is no other man than the middle-aged man who twists his briefcase among the relatively crowded people.

The middle-aged man disappeared around the corner.

The fat man sat quietly back in his chair, a huge loss of sadness and helplessness that penetrated into the bone marrow, swept over him at this moment, and stripped his disguise.

He cannot change the world after all. The Federation has won again and again, but the war is far from over. Men in this country have to put down their work and life, pick up their guns, and use their lives to resist aggression.

In just over three years, life has been completely changed. The warriors who died in battle are the lovers, husbands, sons and fathers of these women in front of them. From now on, the lives of these women, old people and children will no longer be complete.

Their ordinary and peaceful life was crushed by war and life!

"The Filipino Union Forces had to prevent the West Pyro through the Little Pyrenees and the public galaxy's attack on the Leray Federation." Boswell said heavily: "The Federation has already exerted its greatest power. The Bermuda Galaxy is the only one. The daily sacrifices have overwhelmed the Federation. Hastings understands that everyone understands that if Lere is allowed to suffer three-way strikes again, we will have to recruit female soldiers to the front line in a few months! "

The fat man listened in silence. He looked through the car window and looked at his avatar on the conscription poster, only feeling powerless. He wanted to end the war, always thinking. However, this kind of thought has never been stronger than it is now.

"You should be able to understand." Boswell looked sadly at the pedestrians outside the window and slowly said: "Perhaps, we can't resolve the conflicts between human beings on economic, political and ethnic conflicts, but at least we should Fight for peace for hundreds of years. War is too cruel. "

"What ends the war?" The fat man buried his head. "The Federation is just a weak man in the human world who has exhausted all his strength and is arbitrarily slain. What use is a desperate victory. The war has just begun."

"Yeah. Dozens of human nations and hundreds of billions of people are swept up." Boswell's voice was erratic in the ears of fat men: "Countless soldiers, countless mechas, countless Qing warship. Once this war begins, it can never stop. Only when one side is unable to continue the war, we can win peace. "

A fat wry smile appeared on the fat man's face: "If that is the case, the Lerei Federation will definitely not last. No matter which side of the Fiji League and the Western Covenant has won, we are all losers!"

"However, if we have mastered the new space-hopping technology." Boswell's voice became a little more excited: "If we have mastered a supercomputer with artificial intelligence? If we can use this to integrate Le What about forces other than thunder? "

*****

Don't use ordinary people's thinking to speculate fat. I have said from the beginning that this is a story of laughter and curse during the war. When you expect fat people to become a serious general, you have lost the pleasure of reading this book.

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