Little Mushroom

"No." Polly said: "We cannot make such an unreasonable request."

"The base has a formed emergency system. As long as they are prepared, they can survive." Tang Lan said.

"What to do if the device is damaged due to distortion during the short period of artificial magnetic pole closure? Once the magnetic field protection is lost in winter, the environment is worse than in summer." Polly said: "I can use a separate magnetic pole to simulate a reverse force field , Cancelling with the artificial magnetic field within the range of the Simpson cage, creating a non-magnetic space. "

"I don't understand your expertise." Tang Lan said, "But the artificial magnetic field itself is a very complex frequency, it must be difficult."

"Perhaps much easier than before."

Tang Landao: "But the fastest way is to let the base temporarily shut down the magnetic poles."

"You can't do this."

"I ..." Tang Lan looked at Polly: "I know your research is correct. You have been exploring this disaster for decades. As long as you can see the fluctuations, you will definitely find a solution. You are always Too kind. "

"Also, we just make a request. They don't necessarily agree. The northern base only believes in human interests, and we are aliens. Every year, they even send troops to try to clear us." His hand was on the keyboard, and he whispered. "This is my personal move, everything ... everything has nothing to do with you, Mr .."

Polly just stared at him like that, like a wayward child.

The slightly pale fingertips rested on the keyboard.

One second, two seconds.

The hovering fingertip silently hovered over the keys.

Three seconds, four seconds.

He suddenly made a trembling gas.

"I'm sorry." The trembling fingers dropped suddenly, leaving a string of garbled characters in the input field. He seemed to be facing something terrible. He stepped back and forth two steps, his eyes slightly red: "I can't do it."

As expected, Polly shook his head slightly and said, "Stupid boy."

Tang Lan's eyes were bleeding.

An Zhe looked at all this by the fireplace. The choices faced by humans were often difficult, and the pain in her heart sometimes exceeded the pain in the body. Polly was right in saying that kindness is the most significant weakness of human beings. Under the weight of the cruel world, Tang Lan will be miserable, and Polly will be 100 times more miserable. So he looked at Polly for a long time, waiting for him to make a choice from the pain in his heart. With such impermanence of fate, he would still face such a dilemma after a hundred years as a judge.

In this silent stalemate, the aurora outside flashed again.

Rum looked at the big screen like a reflection, and An Zhe followed, and the ghostly image appeared on the screen again. This time, it took more than three seconds to disappear. The strange scatter plot was burned on the retina of An Zhe. on.

At the same time, Tang Lan reached out and held his temple.

"I heard it again," he said.

what does this mean?

Even Anzhe knows that this means that unknown waves from the universe have suddenly strengthened. It turned out that it wasn't as gradual as humans had predicted--it could climb leaps and bounds.

After five seconds of silence, the aurora flashed again, and the heart like a huge thing suddenly contracted, and the whole world fell into complete darkness.

On the screen in the laboratory, the dense light spots shook.

"It's coming." Tang Lan closed her eyes, raised her hands, and buried her face in her palms, her voice hoarse: "It's coming, I heard it. Soon, it will soon exceed the magnetic field strength. Sir, you don't have to worry Now, the distortion is here and it can't be stopped. "

"We ... we ..." He lowered his head. "What are we ... for?

As the words fell, he laughed dumbly, that laughter was like that-that kind of despair, and there was probably blood in his throat, anxious.

Just now they were still being tortured by humanity for whether to ask the base to close the magnetic poles. They were still hating this cruel world and cruel fate that had to oppose them. They were still suffering in their hearts—they thought they had a choice. Room. But the next moment, they knew how ridiculous the struggle and hatred was. That is meaningless resistance at all-of course, all meaning of human beings is meaningless.

This world doesn't care about anything. It is neither cruel nor cruel, it just doesn't care, it doesn't care about their happiness, and of course it doesn't care about their pain.

It seems to be just a change of course, just moving slowly. It is of course not intended to let human beings know the real reason, it is not necessary. It is only human beings who are truly obsessed.

Humans will be destroyed, all souls will die, and the earth will collapse.

But it doesn't care.

An Zhe stared blankly at the sky outside.

After the intermittent flashes, above the Shino, the aurora began to tremble madly, the green light scattered into dazzling meteors at a horrible speed, a large meteor shower burned and then disappeared, and the sapling across the entire dark night sky.

"Hmm--" The machine beeped long in the laboratory. Anzhe suddenly looked up, and saw the snow falling on the big screen.

Polly's right hand clung tightly to the armrest of the seat, and his husky voice was old: "Open independent magnetic poles-"

At the same time as his voice, there was another creepy howling in unison. Each sound was difficult to describe in onomatopoeia in any human language, and together they pierced the eardrum. Outside the window, under the mountain, in the abyss—the monsters called out beyond common sense.

"Po La La-"

The sound of huge flapping wings sounded from the dense forest, as if thousands of birds flocked into the air.

They have been lurking in the abyss for a long time, tentatively testing each other, and stalemate.

When the magnetic field was about to collapse, these horrible monsters suddenly started to move together.

--why?

do not know.

The first shadow passed over the Highland Institute.

Polly came to the console of The Simpsons.

"Sir." Tang Lan whispered, "Is it too late?"

Polly said: "It's too late."

"Will that continue?"

A short silence.

"Human vision is like the moon in the water." He suddenly cried, "It seems to be within reach, but when it touches the water, it breaks."

"When we thought that the broken moon was also meaningful, we reached out and took it up, only to find that there was only a handful of water in our palms. What's more ridiculous, but in half a minute, even the water was flowing from the fingers."

He looked at the numerous spots of light, as if looking at a distant dream: "But if you give me another chance. Let me still stand by the water, would I still go fishing?"

Polly Joan's eyes were red, his eyes trembled, his voice choked, and he closed his eyes eventually: "I do."

Tang Lan took out a black intercom from his pocket.

He looked at everything in front of him, lowered his dim eyes, and said lightly, "Ready to defend."