Section 1. Otis and the Sindy Tribe
Nervous and excited, Otis stood in front of the huge parliament building. This is the democratic assembly of the humanoid Sindy tribe, which is responsible for ruling the entire ethnic group. Otis is a member of the humanoid Sindy tribe. They only have more prominent foreheads and osteomas on their cheeks than Earth's inhabitants, but this resemblance is purely coincidental. The Sindi tribe has no connection with the people on Earth, and their DNA is completely different.
The Houses of Parliament are at the heart of Sindi democracy. Electoral representatives meet here to decide the future. If representatives do a good job, they can expect to be re-elected; if they don't do a good job, someone else will replace them in the next term.
This democratic system is unique among the Sindi people. In addition to the humanoid Sindi, the other four Sindi races have also developed their own forms of government, some with higher levels of popular participation, some with lower levels, and some without even popular participation. So Otis was proud to be part of this system, which he believed was the best form of government.
He has come a long way in his career. From the young district chief of a small village, he gradually rose through the ranks. Become a district leader and eventually a member of the Senate. It has been a long and difficult road, full of setbacks and failures. Both from his personal life and from those who were envious and naysayers who tried to thwart his career. Otis puts his career first, even his great love, the woman who left him years ago. He knew he wasn't giving her enough attention, he knew it. And even then, he realized it. Nonetheless, he chose his career. From a young age, he had a desire to serve Cindy Culture. He wanted to change something. He wants to bridge the gap between the Cindy races. This wish has been present ever since his parents were killed in an incident with Reptilian Cindy. Others may be consumed by hatred and rage over something so shocking happening in their lives and vow revenge. But Otis is different. To him, there was no culprit in the incident. In his opinion, the only culprits are ignorance and misunderstanding of each other. The resulting prejudices reinforced distrust of each other, leading to these deadly conflicts. No such incident could threaten the peace, which was sacred to Cindy. Nearly two hundred years ago, the Sindy civil war devastated their home planet and led to the extinction of one of the original Sindy races. Such losses can never be repeated. But even if peace is not threatened, these conflicts do not foster unity.
It was this problem that Otis wanted to solve. It is important that the Sindi regain their awareness of what they have in common. They must become a unit, only then can they reach their true potential. Each of the five remaining races has its own characteristics and strengths. If they could be merged, the Sindi could become a true force in the universe. They can then exert influence and participate in decision-making. This is Otis's dream, for which he is willing to sacrifice everything. He hopes that the Sindi people can build a Sindi empire that commands the respect of their opponents and no longer hide themselves as before. Because so far, the Sindi have barely made an appearance in the universe. They only trade with a few minor races, and the rest of the time they almost seem to hide. None of the other races in the universe, including the Romulans, Klingons, Federation, and Thorians, know of the Sindi's existence. If a disaster occurred that wiped out the Sindi, no one in the universe would notice. The Sindi will simply disappear, and no one will notice or remember them. They will be erased from galactic history. For Otis, this was an unbearable thought.
Now Otis stood here, having to climb about a hundred steps to reach the entrance. There, in a few minutes, he would receive his appointment as a representative of the Sindi racial category in the Sindi Parliament. This seemingly inconspicuous institution is actually not as important as it looks. Each Sindy race has a representative here. Together they discuss matters relevant to all Sindi and beneficial to all. However, Parliament is far less important than it appears. Because Parliament only has an advisory function, the government does not have to comply with its recommendations. But at least it still exists. Since the destruction of their home planet and the sixth race nearly two hundred years ago, the Sindi have realized that such a common institution is indispensable. After the home planet was destroyed, a power vacuum was created and economic and social collapse occurred. The Sindi people slowly recovered from the blow, and the economy slowly recovered. But now each race has a new home planet and is no longer dependent on each other. For traditional reasons, they retained the parliament but gradually reduced its powers. Nothing more to expect than to get some advice from here. For any sane Sindi, being sent to this council would be a punishment, marking the end of a career. But not for Otis. For him, this was a necessary further step. Here he wanted to build the first bridge of understanding between the Sindis. For in his opinion, where better than Parliament? Here, the five races must communicate with each other and make suggestions together. The first foundation already exists. Now it just needs to be spread more widely to show unity and friendship to all Sindi people. Two years is how long it takes to serve as a representative. Within this foreseeable time, he can achieve his mid-term goals. He would then return and continue to use the knowledge he gained for the good of the Sindi people, ultimately achieving a powerful Sindi alliance until the end of his life. This is the schedule he has set for himself.
With excitement, Otis finally climbed to the top of the stairs. This was not only because of his nervousness, but also because the hundred steps had left him breathless. Since he devoted all his time to his mission, he had no time for exercise. Although he is not fat and the pressure does not allow him to become fat, he does not have much physical strength. As he just found out.
He entered the chamber through a small side door. The meeting has been going on for several hours. The MPs were discussing a long list of issues, and he decided to only participate in the parts that concerned him. Others he would learn in condensed form after the fact to maintain a sense of the politics of his race. He didn't have the patience to watch the entire meeting today.
Otis is still relatively young in terms of his career. He was approaching forty and had much of his life ahead of him. Due to his superior medical conditions, it is not difficult for him to live to be about a hundred years old. Although his hairline is already very high, it is not because of his age. This is a natural phenomenon for all humanoid Cindy. This is due to the bulges in their frontal bones, which create a slight ripple pattern. The cheekbones are prominent, extending from the temples to the cheeks. They end in line with the tip of the nose and earlobes. Among women, he was considered quite handsome, although he was not interested in such claims. He simply had no time for this. But he knew that by doing so, he would definitely gain more love for his career.
Although Otis showed up on time for his discussion session, he had to wait almost an hour. Apparently, lawmakers are not moving as quickly as they had planned. So he tried to stay calm in his chair and not let his impatience show. However, Otis had difficulty keeping up with the ongoing discussion. On the one hand, he was not paying full attention, and on the other hand, he wondered why such a trivial subject could be discussed for so long.
Finally, the issue was dealt with and it was finally his turn. The leader of the Assembly, Stewart, briefly introduced the next topic to those present. "The position of representative of our race on the Sindy Council once again needs to be filled. Mr. Otis has volunteered for the position." A soft murmur spread through the room. It came as a surprise to councilors that someone had volunteered for the position. This hasn't happened in decades. Always had to appoint someone before. Usually it's some politically difficult character that they want to keep out of the way. As a result, Otis was looked at differently. Some expressed respect and approval, while most responded with sympathetic smiles and disbelieving shakes of their heads.
Stewart raised his hand to silence the discussion. The room soon became quiet again. "As there is no opponent, only Mr. Otis is nominated to run. Is there any objection to his nomination?" Stewart asked in the room. However, no one spoke. Everyone seemed happy to have found someone willing to take the position, so the agenda item could be closed quickly.
The Speaker nodded with satisfaction. He was also relieved by the swift decision. When the decision was last mooted two years ago, there were hours of debate in parliament as each candidate was alternately supported and opposed by different factions in parliament. However, the position is so insignificant that it doesn't matter who holds it.
Stewart turned solemnly to Otis. It was a bit too solemn for such a position. It's almost a mockery. "Mr. Otis, you have been appointed as the new representative of our race on the Sindi Council. Congratulations. Your new position will begin in three weeks and will last for five years." He then turned to the councilors, without saying a word. Pause and move on to the next item on the agenda.
Otis's initial smile faltered, and he thought he had heard wrong. Five years? this is not right. It is normal to serve in Parliament for two years. This is his plan too. Panic and anger rose within him, but he kept them under control. No, he must have heard wrong. Perhaps Speaker Stewart made a mistake. Yes, that was the most reasonable explanation, and he slowly calmed down. Of course, he wanted to say two years, but accidentally said five years. With so much on his mind, it's no wonder.
He felt a little lighter. Then he stood up. There's still a lot to take care of before he takes off. The Council is located on a neutral planet and does not belong to any of the five Sindi races. His entire life would unfold there for the next two years. There is a lot to organize. He looked around the room, but no one paid him any more attention. So he silently left the room and began to deal with the preparations.
Section 2. Tiny lands on Earth
Full of excitement, Tiny left the teleport station in downtown San Francisco, where she had teleported from the airport. She paused in awe, looking up at the tall buildings stretching upward. The buildings seemed to disappear in endless heights, as if their tops were touching the clouds. Not just one building, but many. Around her, these giants towered in the sky. On their glass and steel surfaces, sunlight shimmers with a hundredfold refraction, illuminating the street canyons as if the sun were shining directly here.
About an hour ago, Tini arrived at the airport outside the city. She had seen the city while descending steeply from Earth's orbit. She was stunned. She had never seen such a big city. Or a building that tall. She had never had anything like this in the Amerasian colony where she lived before. The colonial settlements seemed crude by comparison, although she had never felt that way in the past. There must be millions of people living in this city. This is a city full of life. Tiny's heartbeat quickened. You will certainly never feel lonely here. You just have to walk out and be surrounded by people. This was exactly the paradise she imagined.
What she wanted most was to immediately join in the bustle of the city. But baggage claim took a long time. She kept looking at her watch with the impatience of a child. Time seems to pass very slowly. It was as if someone specifically didn't want her to quickly integrate into this vibrant city. Finally, the luggage arrived, and she grabbed her heavy overnight bag and threw it over her shoulder with such force that she nearly fell over.
Tiny is not strong. She is a delicate girl of 18 years old. Her reddish complexion has a hint of bronze, revealing her identity as a Native American. Her facial features were soft, with only slightly prominent cheekbones. But they complemented her entire face. Her expressive almond eyes, long narrow nose and charming lips make her a true beauty. Her silky black hair was open and cascading down her back. Dressed in tight jeans and a slim-fitting shirt, she was now as attractive to the others as the buildings around her.
She walked slowly down the street. Her gaze was no longer directed upward, although the tall buildings still fascinated her. She now saw the various small and large shops opening onto the street. There are also many cafes and restaurants with tables outside. As people no longer use cars to get around, this former street has been transformed into a spacious pedestrian area. Tree-lined paths wind along the streets, and benches invite people to linger. Flower beds of various shapes are interspersed on the wide streets, giving people a sense of spaciousness surrounded by high-rise buildings.
Tiny had never imagined that a city could be so beautiful. There were big buildings in the colony where she grew up, but "big" there was only five floors at most. And the streets and squares are laid out differently. She had never felt such a majestic and sublime feeling there as she felt with every step. Here, everything seems more beautiful. Every building, every floor stone, every tree. It's like angels created it all. Maybe it's just because this is new to her and she's familiar with everything at home and has grown up in this environment. The only thing that bothered her was the people she saw on the street wearing Starfleet uniforms. It reminded her of her aunt and her disgust for the father she had never met.
She later lost count of how long she walked in the city. She only felt that her steps became more and more unsteady, and her shoulders began to hurt. Her heavy suitcase gave her a lot of trouble. It contained everything she owned, not much, but enough to overwhelm her.
Initially, she sets out for Earth with no specific goal in mind. But on the way, she decided to find her mother. The last conversation between them ended in an argument. Although Tiny has not forgiven her mother, she still wants to find her. After all, that was her mother. Maybe she has changed a bit in the past few years. After that, she can think about her future. Initially, Tiny didn’t plan to put down roots in the city. Although that seems to be an option now. This city is so stunning and fascinating. But first, she had to learn something about her mother.
There must be records about her mother in government databases. Although billions of people live within a few hundred light-years, no one can completely disappear. Someone must know something. And the city's central registry can certainly help her. In this age of the Internet, she has access to all population registers from there. However, that will have to wait until tomorrow. First, she needed to find a place to stay for the next few days. Her legs were already aching, and the fatigue of the journey was beginning to show. Tired, she walked in a hurry, looking for a place to stay.
...
Noah hurriedly walked around the corner and headed straight to the Republic's landing dock. He was somewhat late, Lieutenant Alva Daisy was already expecting him. She said nothing, but her reproachful glance conveyed her displeasure. She was the Republic's chief engineer and was supposed to accompany the captain on his first inspection tour after maintenance. There are some system updates on board and need to be reported to the captain. She had been waiting here for ten minutes and it took a toll on her mood.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Noah sincerely apologized to Alva Daisy. Until just now, he had been talking to Admiral Ohn, who stopped him in the corridor. And it seems the admirals didn't care, even though the victim they caught actually had another date. But mess with their schedule and they'll make you suffer.
Alva Daisy just shook her head vigorously, unwilling to continue the discussion. And the captain knew her well enough to know better than to pursue the subject any further. The two had known each other for a long time, ever since Alva Daisy had successfully completed Starfleet Academy and been assigned to his ship eighteen years earlier. He was still a deputy captain at the time and admired the young engineer's enthusiasm and professionalism. Her creative thinking brings new impetus to the computer room. Noah helped her continue to pursue her career. When he was given command of his own, he took her with him and promoted her to Chief Engineer. Only by her side did he feel that the ship was safe. Over the years, a deep friendship formed between them that was almost impossible to shake.
Daisy opened the passage and the two walked into the ship together. The bright white hallway welcomes them and makes them feel like they are home. After each stay on Earth, Noah discovers that the ship now feels more like home to him than Earth.
The ship is docked at the docking facility of the orbiting space station that orbits the Earth. The space station looks like an oversized mushroom lost in space. However, there are practical reasons for this shape. The handle of the station houses technical facilities, accommodation areas for crew and guests, as well as warehouses for cargo that needs to be temporarily stored here before continuing onward. There are docking facilities for ships on the mushroom cap. In this way, the ships do not need to be docked from the outside, but cargo loading and unloading and passenger embarkation or disembarkation can be carried out under the protection of the space station. This space station has become the hub for almost all interstellar flights. Only a handful of ships are still able to land on the planet. Therefore, such space stations are becoming more and more important, while flying places on the planet are losing importance.
On the orbiting Earth space station, up to ten large ships and several gliders can be accommodated. But currently only two smaller ships are moored besides the Republic. The Republic itself had been transferred from the dock to the space station just four days earlier. Vessel maintenance and inspections still take place at the dockyard. It offers better technical conditions for larger repairs than here.
The captain inspects the new system with his chief engineer. At first, the captain was very focused, but as Daisy explained more and more technical details, he gradually lost his understanding. Although his understanding of technology was deeper than that of many other commanders, it was still not enough for a technician. Finally, he felt that he had given enough patience and interrupted Daisy's explanation. "Stop. Stop, I think that's enough." He smiled at her kindly. "You passed me half an hour ago."
She squinted at him. "Finally? You've made progress," she said stiffly.
Noah smiled. "If you say so. But seriously, I think I understand how the new systems work. Why they work the way they do is your responsibility. After all, I don't have to know everything."
"Yes, if you are not interested in my work." She also smiled. When she talks about Republic's technology, she enters a world of her own. She often forgets that this can leave her audience reeling.
Noah slowly stood up and stretched. "Now I want to see the bridge," he said then. To him, it was the center of the ship and the center of his world. To Daisy, perhaps the engine room is the core of the ship, but to him, the bridge is the command center. Noah likes to compare these two areas to the brain and heart of the ship. The engine room is the beating heart, from where the necessary energy is supplied to the ship's systems. The bridge is the command center, issuing orders and making decisions.
Daisy also stood up. "Okay, let's go to the bridge. If you think it's nicer than my own engine room." She joked at his words.
Noah made a face, but said nothing more. Together they walked to the elevator, preparing to head to the command bridge. The command bridge is located above the lower disc area, above the slightly raised building. In the design drawings of the spacecraft, the command bridge is officially marked as level 1. But unlike all the other floors, the sign next to the elevator door doesn't say "Level 1," because no one would seriously say "Level 1." To everyone, this is just the command bridge.
The ride in the turbine elevator was short, and soon two doors opened to reveal an empty command bridge. The space seems so peaceful when there are no people around. Normally bustling with activity here, there is now just a low, even hum from a handful of technological devices.
The command bridge is circular and divided into two areas. Those exiting the elevator stand on the upper deck in a semicircle around the rear of the command bridge, while sliding forward at the end of this semicircle. There, the floor enters the lower level, which is located in the center of the command bridge and extends forward to the screen. Right in the middle of the command bridge is the captain's command seat, where the captain's position is. From here, he can observe the surrounding situation in all directions. The position also gave him an unobstructed view of the large main screen located in front of the command bridge. The entire design is oriented towards the direction of flight. This design is not really necessary due to artificial gravity and inertia suppressors to counteract any movement of the hull. However, engineers still retained this basic structure because it is a crucial psychological factor.
After exiting the elevator, if you take the two steps, you will enter the lower deck. These two steps are only provided at the two elevator entrances, and they are located at a 40-degree angle to the left and right sides of the command seat. Between these two small stairs, a gray railing separates the two decks. This design is to prevent falling due to a wrong step.
On the upper deck, along the walls, are arranged the operating elements that control and operate different areas of the ship. From here all functions of the ship can be used and monitored. The operating unit is divided into different parts for different tasks. Between the two elevators are communications stations and control consoles for scientific research. Behind and to the left of the captain's command seat is the technical department. From here you can oversee the main operations in the machine room. This is Daisy's position on the command bridge. Noah knew that in the face of emergencies, as long as she sat there, the situation of the spacecraft would not be too bad. Only when she got up and rushed to the computer room was she really in danger.
Next to it is the tactical unit, the security officer's position. Here, data from internal safety reports is aggregated, such as internal sensor information from fire outbreaks or weapons discharges within the ship. Additionally, there are weapons controls for firing phaser cannons and photon torpedoes during combat.
On the opposite side, to the right behind the command seat, are two other science stations. At the station next to the second elevator sat the science officer, a Vulcan named Jeffrey. He is one of the few aliens on the ship. Next to him is usually the captain's mate. Therefore, the console underwent some modifications. Here, various information from various areas of the ship is roughly summarized. Therefore, the person sitting here will always be aware of the circumstances of all events.
In front of the captain's command seat, facing the direction of flight, is the navigation and control console on the right and the operations station, often referred to as Ops, on the left. Here, sensor data from around the incoming ship and beyond is brought together. There are also shield controls and co-pilot functions here.
Everyone has their own tasks on the command bridge. Everyone needs to be 100% committed. In the ruthless vastness of the universe, the smallest negligence can lead to the death of individual or even entire people. Of course, there are security systems, which can often prevent disaster, but that's no reason to get lax. But Noah knows that he has a team of crew members who work well together and everyone will sacrifice their lives for each other. He can trust everyone. The only unfamiliar person is the new guy on Ops, Lieutenant Commander Paul Timm. According to the records in his personal file, he did not know how to evaluate this person. This can become a wild card. But he's certainly not going crazy now. Ultimately he must see for himself and assess the situation.
Noah walked slowly into the command bridge, almost as if he was afraid that his presence would disturb the tranquility here. He wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible because it was an unusual atmosphere for the command bridge. Daisy followed him, keeping a few steps away. She didn't want to disturb the captain, but rather let him enjoy the moment better.
For Noah, it felt like coming home. Although he was only away for six weeks, now that he's back, it feels like forever. He walked leisurely along the upper deck, looking at the freshly polished console and several systems at work. He walked around the entire command bridge, arrived at the lower deck, and stood in front of the command chair. He considered sitting down for a moment, but decided to bide his time. Such an opportunity should be reserved for departure. He looked up at Daisy, who was still standing in front of the elevator on the upper deck. He wanted to tell her how good it was to be back here, but from the look on her face, he knew she felt the same way. So he decided not to pursue the topic further and simply said: "The command bridge here has changed very little." In fact, the command bridge looks almost the same as before. But only almost.
“Nothing really has changed here, except for the floors,” she points out.
Noah looked down. A dark blue floor was re-laid over the original white floor. It's a functional and great-looking floor, as new floors are obviously less prone to damage, or at least not every stain and sign of age will be immediately visible. It pairs well with white walls and bright consoles. Now, the command bridge looks less glaring. This is definitely a positive change. He expressed his opinion by saying a compliment, "Then you should thank the designers of Starfleet. They came up with it."
Daisy waved her hand and said, "I am only responsible for the technical aspects. I know nothing about aesthetics."
Noah just looked at her, shook his head slightly, and made no comment. He knew very well that Daisy was very particular about form and appearance when it came to technology and ship systems. For her, a technological device that functions properly but looks terrible is unbearable, especially when it is visible to everyone.
"In two days, this place will be lively again." He said softly, as if he was just talking to himself. Then, suddenly, he turned away from his gaze on the empty bridge. "There's still a lot of preparation before departure," he said to Daisy, entering the elevator. "We should get on with it. Otherwise, by the end we'll run out of time."
Alva Daisy nodded in agreement and followed Noah into the elevator. The elevator door closed silently, allowing the bridge to fall into silence again.
Exhausted, Tiny walked out of the registration desk in downtown San Francisco. She slowly walked down the two steps, the breeze blowing soothingly on her cheeks that were red from exertion. She spent almost the whole day here. She looked up her mother's last known address on a public computer. The results are quite discouraging. Her mother, Olive, is still registered as living at Elari One. She never updated this information after she left that colony. And she doesn't seem to be registered elsewhere, otherwise new data would be reported here. However, this is not a reason for Tiny to give up. She submitted written inquiries to other registries, spoke with different clerks, and waited for responses. She checked every registration record she could find. Although she felt a little uneasy when checking death records, the results were always the same. There are no records of her mother. It's like she never existed.
Tiny walked across the street with her head down in frustration. She didn't know what to do next. Her goal so far has been to find her mother. She never thought further. Now she was gradually forced to admit that perhaps she would never find Olive. She needs to start thinking about what's next in her life and her future. Suddenly, she felt extremely lonely and lost. Although she knew full well that there was little her mother could do to help her. Still, Tiny felt depressed at the thought of not being able to find her mother.
The sun was already low on the horizon and the buildings were casting long shadows on the streets. Tiny had to squint her eyes as the sun shone directly in her face as she turned a corner. She walked towards a small street cafe with outdoor tables and chairs outside. She was very tired from a long day of searching and working at the computer, and now she needed a strong cup of coffee to cheer her up. She was not used to doing such lengthy work on the computer. The work she did in the colony was manual work.
After she sat down, she ordered a cup of coffee from the waiter who came quickly. After a few minutes, she took a sip and leaned back in her chair. She crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and turned her face directly toward the sun. The last warm rays of sunlight of the day made her feel good and helped her relax. At least for the next few minutes, she didn't want to think about her problems anymore and just wanted to relax for a while.
"Is there any room here?" A deep male voice suddenly came. Tini opened her eyes with some flinching and squinted at the old man in front of her. He was probably in his sixties. His hair was white and thinning. A full white beard covered his cheeks and chin. Aqua blue eyes blinked at her. He was a little fat, wearing a nice suit and holding a briefcase in his hand.
Tiny looked around. A couple of tables away sat a couple chatting in low voices. No one else was there, so all the tables were empty.
"Yes, of course," Tiny felt a little confused. Why did he have to sit next to her?
He sat down, ordered a cup of coffee, and looked at her silently. Tiny remained skeptical. What on earth does this man want to do? Was he trying to harass her? Or do you want to sell her something? All the relief she had just felt was gone.
"Today is a beautiful day," he said after taking a swig of coffee.
"Yes," Tiny nodded slowly. She really had no interest in conversation.
"Are you new here?" he asked friendly, seemingly unaware of her cold attitude.
"Yes," she simply replied again. Maybe he'd give up after she gave him a few short answers.
He took another sip. "It's a beautiful city, isn't it? So vibrant and full of life." His deep voice was usually energetic, but it didn't work for her.
This time she just nodded and tried to simply ignore him.
In fact, he was silent for several minutes, but then continued his one-sided conversation. "I came here because I applied to join Starfleet. I was very young at the time and was very impressed with this city. I come from a small village in the Midwest of America. I had never seen a city like San Francisco before. .Never again. I was so fascinated by this city that I eventually left Starfleet. Then I started my own business and have lived here ever since. I have never regretted that decision. Did you also come here to apply to join Starfleet? ?”
Tiny felt a little irritated and thought about how best to answer the question. If she said no, he would certainly still ask questions about her future plans. So she could only answer a simple "yes". She didn't know why she wanted to talk to him.
He seemed satisfied with her answer because he smiled. “It’s one of the best ways to expand your horizons,” he says approvingly. "Your parents must be proud of you."
This sentence made Tiny finally lose her patience. "I don't know," she replied impatiently. "I can't ask them. I haven't seen my mother in years. Maybe I'll never see her again." Tiny sighed deliberately, trying to regain control of her emotions. The old man is not responsible for this. Although it was his own fault because he didn't have to talk. She never asked him.
"I'm sorry." His voice sounded sincere and sympathetic. Then he remained silent for some time.
The sun was already slowly setting towards the horizon and would disappear completely in just a few minutes. Even so, the weather is still quite warm.
"Where is your father?" finally the man asked.
Tiny was caught off guard by the question because she knew nothing about her father. "What's wrong with him?" she asked in confusion.
"You said you didn't know your parents, but you just mentioned your mother." He explained.
Although she felt it was time to leave, she answered his question in a snarky tone. "I don't know my father and I don't know where he is."
"Then why don't you go find him?" His eyes looked innocent.
Tiny looked at him with confusion. Why would this man interfere in her affairs? At a short time, she even suspected that he might be her father. However, this is not possible. This man is a white man.
"You can't find your mother, right? So I infer that you have never tried to find your father." He helped her recall it.
She was helpless and didn't know how to answer. Finding a father is never a choice for her. She was full of anger at him. This stranger gave her such suggestions, which was just arrogant.
The man looked at his watch and said, "It's so late. I have to leave." He stood up and picked up his handbag. "I'm glad to talk to you. I wish you all the best time and spend a pleasant time in this beautiful city." He smiled, bowed a little, and then left. Because he walked towards her direction, he quickly disappeared into her sight. Teni still stared at the chair he had just sat just now. This is definitely the strangest encounter in her life. She has never encountered such a crazy thing. She turned around and wanted to see him. However, there was only a empty street behind her. He had disappeared. Is she just a dream just now? However, the stranger's cup was still placed on the table, proving that this was not a dream.
She picked up her cup like a walking dead and took the last bite. Then she stood up and walked in another direction. In the process of walking along the street, she tried to sort out her thoughts. She must consider what to do next. Finding her mother is not as simple as she thought. Obviously, inside the federal surveillance is not as effective as what she often heard when she was a child. She had to admit that she had exhausted all possible search methods. At least all the methods she can think of. Now, she must find new goals. The stranger just instilled a new idea for her, and this idea is now entangled in her mind. Should she really go to her father? She hated him, hoping that he would be punished by heaven. Is there any reason to find him? Well, if she finds him, she can talk to him well. Then she could see the horror in his eyes, when he realized that she found him and revealed his true face. He must admit his crime. Then, with this guilt, she can leave him.
The more Tini thinks, the more she thinks this idea is. She might do it. But first of all, about her mother's whereabouts, she must wait for the answer. It is a pity that the question she asked could not get the answer she wanted immediately. In addition to the hotel she was looking for a good residence, Tini stopped hesitated. The sky has gradually darkened. She originally planned to explore the nightlife of San Francisco again. But now she is too tired. This day is harder than she expected. So she walked into the hotel and decided to rest early. Maybe she can continue to visit the city tomorrow.
