Skynet Architect

Are your dreams still there?

It was desolate in front of him, and the black gravel was slapped on the window of the car with a strong wind. It was always so desolate. Let the gravel be slapped on him, Si Fan welcomed the storm.

He squinted his eyes and looked ahead. It was a fertile plain. Behind him, the wind was still strong. The clothes behind him were violently blowing, and every inch of his skin was ravaged by gravel.

It doesn't matter, the plain in front of him is what he wants.

"Aspiring elderly people all over the world, are your dreams still there?" Si Fan yelled at the wind.

This is the place where Uranus School was built and Si Fan chose to build a school specifically for this war. This is Si Fan's ultimate goal.

After the wind and sand, there was a seven-point desolation, a three-point melancholy, and the mottled land had long been ravaged by the wind. Now Si Fan stood on it, and it meant that he felt sorry for the same illness.

And the earth is very pitiful, ravaged by the wind.

It was just a hysterical roar, without any response. He looked at this land, and what came out of his heart was a sorrow for this place. He was always a young man who pursued his dreams. Now he is old unconsciously, do they still have dreams ?

What Si Fan thought was that there should be more.

They may now have their own positions, have their own lives, occasionally taste the bitterness of life, and occasionally recall the youth and frivolousness at that time.

Their dreams are all let go. The young people are chasing their dreams unscrupulously, but after the older ones have a house, a car, and a family on their backs, they are like old turtles with mountains on their backs. They can no longer pursue their dreams and can only bring them. Move forward with a heavy burden.

Those who had longed for the past and were within reach were all given up. They knew that they were just dreams, dreams and life, which seemed very close, but in fact very far.

Now, Si Fan really wants to let people start contacting dreams. As long as he doesn't die, the torch of pursuing dreams will never go out.

In Uranos, a seemingly thin teenager was wiping his gun with oil.

He is taciturn and seems to be a difficult person to get along with, just looking at the gun in his hand. This is his favorite rifle, which is absolutely lethal.

He holds the license for this gun. After all, this is a kind-hearted gun. He will never be able to shoot bullets. Therefore, his identity is marked on the license for this gun, a Barrett. The company's collector's edition model gun.

Everything about him is similar to the original firearms, but he just can't shoot. Every one of his parts is very good, but it's a little bit inferior, and the result is unusable.

This is specially customized, Barrett Special Collection Commemorative Edition, which can be used as a normal collection.

This set of equipment is his favorite, and there are various firearms in the whole room.

In the doorway behind him, stood a girl, probably one or two years older than him. Looking at her somewhat mentally ill brother, she said, "Mai, you have to learn to grow up. Our father has passed away. , I don’t hope that without you, the only relative, stop rubbing these father’s collections. Haven’t you always liked those sci-fi weapons? Why not study them.”

Seeing her brother wipe the Barrett that her father liked the most, she was very uncomfortable. This is her brother, the only brother, who is now intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

It seems that there are psychological problems.

But the young Mai turned his head and said, "Sister, I'm fine. I just want to store my father's things. I want to leave Uranus. No matter where I am, I want to find a place where I can study war weapons. "

He is rare to be very serious.

The girl opposite was a little embarrassed.

"Those things you want can't be realized at all, even if they are developed for you, how much money will it cost." She doesn't want her brother's ideas to be researched at all. It is not something that can be researched at all.

Young Mai smiled: "Don't worry, I never give up what I like, just miss our dad."

"Now that the miss is over, I still have to pursue my dream. I will leave this home to find a place where my dream can really bloom."

He believes in dreams.

But after all, some people do not believe in dreams.

It's like that old man.That old man in his fifties lying on the streets of New York in the United States.

There are scars all over his body. Some were left by the enemy during the war, and some were bitten by wild dogs while sleeping on the street. All kinds of scars spread all over his body, with frostbite on his face and scars burned by cigarette butts. Without a complete skin, he was lying in the park in shabby clothes, motionless like a soulless body.

The eyes looking at the sky are so hollow.

The people nearby looked at him and walked around.

It's just a homeless man. Many homeless people in the United States are not unable to work, but because they don't want to work.

Depraved, so depraved, they still had a bite to eat, mainly because he was too fierce and no one wanted to approach him.

"Is your dream still there?" Suddenly, this voice came from a shabby radio next to him, very hollow and very simple.

His eyes seemed to regain some energy this second, but soon fell asleep again.

Is the dream still there?

"My dream seems to be gone for a long time, right? It is long gone, and with the end of the battlefield, it is gone, I am a useless person." When he spoke, he was somewhat disheartened and bitter.

It seems that only the battlefield is his final destination and the place he should go.

But the next second, he heard the broadcast saying: "If your dream is to step on the battlefield, if your dream is to defend your country, if your dream is to become an ordnance expert."

"Please come to Uranus, here is your dream, here is the end of your dream."

The words are very simple, but there is endless temptation, attracting them to want to leave immediately.

The old man hesitated a little, hesitated, looked at the old dog next to him.

That was an old bully who was only a few years old, and his skin was a little loose now.

He took his old dog to stand up, looked at the sky, then at the things around him, and took out a bank card from his arms with some hesitation.Then he turned around and ran forward without looking back.

There is the train station.

There are still dreams, but there are many guys who have broken their dreams. What they hope is war. They have blood and anger waiting to burn.Wait for it to glow.

They are lunatics in the age of peace, and heroes in the age of war.