The adjutant stopped talking. He also understood that the so-called fairness and justice were just a slogan. The final scope of authority always lies with the top decision-maker, otherwise there would be no need for the top decision-maker to exist. After all, even the standards of fairness are determined by them.
He understands the stubbornness of executives, which is related to his own growth process, starting from the lowest level of untouchables. Outsiders will never understand how much humiliation and suffering they endured during this process. Even if he finally endured the humiliation and arduously climbed to a certain height, he was eventually exiled here and became such an abandoned base executive officer.
But now, if you accept human body transformation, then the executive will be equivalent to returning to the bottom, and you will have nothing in the end after thousands of years of struggling. So he was stubborn and unwilling to give in. He wanted to fight for his own opportunity, but everything was in vain in the face of too strong suppression.
Why? Why? Am I always the one being bullied? I want to resist. If I don’t rise in resistance, I will die in resistance. This is my choice. I don’t want to return to the position of the weak. I originally wanted to take you with me, but it seems I can’t do it now. But I will never compromise. I am the first human being, right? The war weapon of the super civilization in the universe, right? Even if he is really a puppet of the Territory Lord Organization, I will have a vigorous duel with him here. At the very least, I will die on the road of resistance. The executive whispered silently.
However, if it is really the domain owner organization that intervenes, then how can joining the domain owner organization be considered a failure? The adjutant tried his best to persuade.
Domain owner organization? hehe……. The executive officer waved his hand, is the Territory Lord Organization just a base civilization that can join? It's just cannon fodder, and in the end, it can only be cannon fodder. What's more, if this weapon really belongs to the Territory Lord Organization, can we survive for so many years? In the competition of interstellar civilization, the losers are always cannon fodder like us. We can only be a stepping stone. Why?
Let's go, let's go...
The adjutant was silent. He knew that he could not persuade his executive officer. If he could, things would not have reached this point. He also had to think about these soldiers and scientists, and he could not let them all fall for the executive officer's paranoia. Burial. Now that the executive officer finally decided to give them a way to survive, it was not worth dragging so many people to their death just to show their loyalty.
Executive officer, be careful. The adjutant's expression suddenly changed and he said.
The executive officer looked at him and didn't see any displeasure in his expression. Although he could see from the other person's expression that everyone was betrayed and separated from his family, the power eventually left him, and from now on he was alone again. But he doesn't want to compromise. Why is there always someone who can control his own destiny? Why should I still be manipulated by others after a thousand years of hard work? Why should humans do what they want him to do?
Assemble, the adjutant shouted loudly, ignoring his attitude.
Thousands of soldiers immediately ran over and lined up.
Turn left and proceed at full speed toward the entrance to the target passage, weapons stowed for human adaptation. The adjutant shouted loudly.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment and all looked at the executive officer. When they saw no reaction from them, they immediately started running towards the aircraft and truck.
The convoy set off, and the executive turned to look at the convoy that was gradually receding. These were his last followers, the team he had chosen from the beginning, and now they were leaving.
But he didn't feel it was a pity. At this last moment, he didn't want these people to have the same fate as himself, to be controlled by others until their death. He gave them the right to choose freely, otherwise they would all perish in this destined defeat.
Executive? Can't you make some changes? Even if we become humans on Earth, will our tribe still exist? The adjutant gave final advice.
The executive officer smiled meaningfully and asked: Ziyuan, why do you think those abandoned people broke through the base's defense so easily? Could it be that I don’t know what they are doing when they go out?
Did you let them out on purpose? Why? the adjutant asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
Because I found that our plan could not succeed at all, and I could not get our race out of the predicament. We spent a lot of money, and we did not hesitate to experiment on our own people, but we still couldn't succeed. You see, we can only create this kind of monster, soul transfer cannot. The executive said dejectedly.
Has soul transfer definitely failed? The adjutant named Ziyuan raised his head and stared at his executive officer in astonishment. Didn't he say he was 100% sure before? Why failed?
I don't know, the executive shook his head. The soul transfer was successful, but it can only exist for an hour after transfer, and then the soul dissipates. Our hopes and persistence were gone, and those people were shattered. We put everything into this plan, but in the end we didn't even know what the problem was.
Those people have committed collective suicide to atone for their sins, to atone for their own people, for their own race and civilization, and there are only so many of us left, as well as those survivors who now regard us as devils.
I have no retreat, and I don't want to retreat. Being able to compete with this super creature in the last moment can also relieve my biggest doubts and get the answers I want most.
What doubts? what is the answer? Adjutant Shion asked confused.
The answer to life. The executive turned and walked away silently.
Adjutant Ziyuan chased after him, Executive Officer, tell me, what is the answer to life?
Ziyuan, it is now said in all base civilizations that the leader of mankind is not a living being. In fact, there is a lot of evidence to prove that he is indeed a machine.
But a machine has all the characteristics of life. It does not consume energy. It needs to eat. Can a mechanical body have descendants? He has. A machine has the characteristics of all living things, and it also has the specialties of a war machine. I want to know why? Why did I end up losing to a machine after working hard for a thousand years! Why does he succeed in everything he does, and why do we get stuck at the last moment? The executive explained.
But if he is a creation of a higher civilization, or is really related to the Territory Lord Organization, wouldn't it be normal to be able to do this? If that's the case, what's the point of fighting him, Executive Officer? the adjutant asked.
I wanted to take a final gamble, and I had no choice but to take a gamble. At the same time, I was not willing to work hard for thousands of years and eventually become an executioner despised by even my own people. The executive officer said with a sinister look.
Take a gamble? Bet with him? What to bet on? All the civilizations that have tried to bet with him for so many years have lost without exception. The adjutant looked at the underground entrance in disbelief.
That's a bunch of idiots. It's strange that they can compete with humans with the power of a base and not lose! I want to do it myself. As long as I can capture its micro-core, I will be the strongest. The executive said gloomily.
Steal the microchip? Executive, are you crazy? Is that up for grabs? Adjutant Shion was shocked by the executive officer's words. She blurted out the words "You're crazy."
