The Legendary Mechanic

It took Han Xiao two minutes to go through the programme of Seller V and hand over the document to Rosaline, nodding her head, "Looks like you're not going to consult the people of Godola. ”

“While this affair is beneficial to the future of civilization, the free will of the majority of people can only be delayed and must be arbitrary in order to move the plan forward.” There is now a private meeting with no message, and Seller V has spoken a lot more directly.

Next to Rosaline, after a glance at the file, a light, cloudy appearance, holding her head, “I see what you're asking. Are you sure you don't want to implant something else in the minds of the people? ”

It was said that Seller V wiped the cold sweat, “No need, it is enough to eliminate discrimination. ”

“Well, it's easy for me to just eliminate discrimination. ”

Rosalyn gave a highly unpredictable smile that shook Sylar V's heart.

Faced with outsiders, Rosalyn was not as casual as she was in front of Han Xiao. On her way, Han Xiao had already advised her to stay pushy and not expose her nature to scare Seller V. At this time, Rosalyn's fingers against her cheekbones, watched Seller V, smiled gracefully and explained her thinking.

“The black star has told me the situation. According to my understanding, there are three main causes of your contradiction in the origin of Goudora. One is the traditional notion of purity of descent that has been passed down. In the baptism of the interstellar environment, only a small proportion of pure blood remains stubbornly believing in this view. I call this group of people stubborn, and the thought is the hardest to reverse. ”

“The second is the discrimination brought about by physiological differences, which stems from the disgusting instincts of seeing intelligent life and seeing deformed aliens. Perhaps some purebloods don't want to discriminate against hybrids, but when they see them, they can't help but hate them. This is why most people discriminate. To reverse this, I think we need to start from an aesthetic perspective. ”

“Thirdly, hatred accumulated as a result of numerous incidents of conflict triggered by years of discrimination is a historical legacy, and because of discrimination, the average social status of purebloods is higher than that of mixed races, and there is a greater voice in all trades, which can be regarded as class contradictions. Although I can temporarily curb this hatred, if you do not change the status quo, the contradictions will arise again over time. ”

Sailor V was overheard.

In his view, each of those three factors was an almost intractable challenge, and just listening to Rosalyn's analysis made him feel extremely troubled and once again questioned the viability of the plan.

Rosalyn seemed to see through his fears, fading away: “Optimistic estimates, trying to dilute these problems by conventional means, will take decades at least, but now that I have me, I can make the process tens of thousands of times shorter, the first two points are the main symptoms, as long as the stubborn and aesthetic problems are solved, class contradictions will gradually improve. ”

Sylar V took a deep breath, stood up, bowed deeply to Han Xiao and Rosalyn, and made an interstellar gift.

“Please! ”

……

In the morning, the warm yellow sun awakened the sleeping city.

There is a busy scene of passers-by taking off or landing from time to time wearing flying symbols on an open-air platform stretching from the tall tower in a commercial square on the home planet of Godora, a high-rise forest, a suspended car passing between the buildings.

At this time, a floating bus stop on an open-air platform, lined up with a long line, is now the morning commute time for the commuters, who are waiting for public transport at Godola Golden Peel, which is ready to go to work.

Galactic civilization is productive enough to feed lazy fat houses, but the home star, as the capital of civilization, has been vibrant. All that settles on the home star is a quality labor force willing to work diligently, not in marginal jurisdictions like the Gaotian colonial star, dead, all fat houses, without the concept of "working”.

Rudy was in the middle of the line, dressed decently, looking like a social elite, but unlike the surrounding Godola, he had no outer ear profile, spiral holes in the ears, and no braid ties like the other Godolas, because he didn't have long hair, his five-officer spacing was bigger, he looked rather uncomfortable, and he looked very different.

He's the only hybrid in the whole team.

Rudy could feel the hidden exclusion around him if he didn't have a shot, he had no expression on his face, looked straight ahead, as if his heart was stopped watering, he didn't care. In fact, he looked forward to the next second of the suspended bus coming to the station immediately, so that he would no longer have to endure this kind of surrounded treatment, like an animal in a zoo.

Rudy is sixty-three years old this year. In terms of the life expectancy of the Ghodora, he happens to be in middle age. He is a large group worker, very senior and well paid. Rather, he deserves to have a middle class status in society, yet his appearance creates ubiquitous potential resistance. He knows that his current position is basically limited and will not be promoted again.

What he hates most every day is going out to work, not because of hard work, but because work means he has to socialize and endure all sorts of different looks. Every day he was under tremendous psychological stress, but he couldn't show any emotion on his face, he woke up countless times in the middle of the night, he would sit in the dark, thinking about simply resigning, why practise himself?

But every time you see a sleeping wife around you, Rudy gets rid of it.

His wife, a beautiful pureblood, married him to this hybrid, despite the opposition of his family, giving birth to two children. After many years of marriage, his wife's family still treated him with cold eyes, and his wife complained very little. Rudy could not resign for the sake of his family and could only silently vent his anxiety and tiredness in a time of smoke burning

For him, life is a dead water, like a gray silent film that plays daily. Only when he comes home to see his wife and child smile will he regain his colours and voice. Rudy has no expectations for the future. The way forward is actually good, and the scary thing is that he can see the end of life at a glance.

Rudy laughed at himself, and the two people behind him suddenly talked, and the conversation reached him.

“Did you hear that the Dark Leader fell into the net a while ago and declared the Dark Organization completely destroyed? ”

“It's been over half a month, of course I know. ”

“Hey, there are reports that Dark Star Leader's trial has ended and he is being held in Hongguang prison. ”

“I don't know, tell me...”

Listen, Rudy can only pretend to be deaf when the two of them talk about it intentionally.

Because of the presence of the Dark Star, the hybrid species suffered more discontent, and more than once after the collapse of the Dark Star tissue, purebloods deliberately and unintentionally raised the Dark Star in front of him, as if it were a bitter irony to dig.

Rudy did not endorse the idea of dark stars, which he wanted to tranquilize, or even dislike, the behaviour of dark stars, but in pure blood, it seemed that every hybrid worshipped dark stars, and that their extinction amounted to the failure of hybrids, so they could pose as victors and raise their eyebrows and exhale.

At this point, a virtual screen projection was raised between the tall buildings in the distance, drawing everyone's attention to the past.

The figure of Seller V appeared on the virtual screen, and he looked at the lens, serious, and sat down as if he had something big to announce.

The same scene appeared in the cities of every colonial planet in Gordola, where official announcements were made to all civilizations.

In the eyes of all, Sailor V slowly said:

“Today, on behalf of the Government of Gordola, I announce an important decision. In order to avoid another dark tragedy, we have decided to accept the help of purple crystal civilization and to address our long-standing problem of descent-discrimination by unconventional means…”

After reflecting on his thoughtful decision to receive help, glorify his words and try to reduce the sense of exclusion among the population, Seller V recited a long written text, a lengthy commentary describing the situation as an initiative of purple crystal civilization to help.

Yet all the Godolas were stunned by the news and the crows were silent.

It wasn't until a few seconds after the news was over that countless people woke up in their dreams and burst into loud noises.

“Too sudden, no sign at all! ”

“It's to brainwash us! ”

“Why do we have to change our minds so that free will is inviolable, Sailor V is crazy? ”

“Is there any sequelae? ”

“Is that what purple crystal civilization means? Probably reliable. ”

The surrounding Godolas talked differently, but mostly with consternation and dissatisfaction.

Rudy didn't participate in the discussion. He opened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

At this moment, he just felt his long numb heart reboot and beat.

Its own dead-water future seemed to break a gap and shed a dramatic light.

……

On this day, Godola's network of contacts from all walks of life mobilized to hear from all sources what the Government meant, and people were panicked.

No one is willing to let others tamper with their ideas, even if it is a good thing for the collective. Individual will has rebounded as expected, but Seller V promised subsidies, tax cuts and various benefits after accepting the "transformation of discrimination” plan, but it is an option that has not been rejected by the people.

The internet quarreled and the real protest march team sprung up like a rain shower. The plan of Seller V caused a shock to the whole society, but he was intent on walking alone.

With purple crystals intervening, internal resistance was forced down, and huge government machines operated according to his wishes.

The upper echelons of society are essentially controlled by purebloods, who possess enormous power, mostly stubborn, and have not received any news beforehand. Although they dislike the plans of Seller V, they have not jumped out immediately to oppose them, but rather have calmed down to observe the situation, and thus external resistance has not increased.

In the name of Zijing, more controversy was avoided for Seller V, and star-class civilization could still frighten the Godolas. Even if Seller V behaved like a dictatorship, many of the Godolas thought it was the meaning of Zijing civilization.

Factors that enabled Seller V to forcibly push this almost sporadic madness.

See the unwavering intentions of the Government, and the gaze of all the Ghodoras is concentrated in the pilot area of the first "discriminatory transformation” plan announced by Seller V. It was the Gauteng colonial star in the marginal jurisdiction.

A fat planet of minimal importance, naturally an excellent area for piloting, has limited negative effects on the entire civilization, even with negative consequences.

……

Hongguang Prison, the highest classified single cell.

The Dark Star Leader sits on the corner of the wall, dark in his cell, unable to reach out to his five fingers, and can only hear himself breathing in the dark.

His trial was over, and Godola and Purple Crystal got what they wanted, so he was locked up and would spend the rest of his life in prison.

The hope that underpinned his convictions had been destroyed, and it seemed that the entire Dark Star leader had been stripped of his spine, his temperament had “collapsed” and his heart was numb.

Hongguang prison can destroy the beliefs of Dark Star members, he doesn't know if he can sustain himself in the future, but he doesn't care about anything anymore.

Ta-da!

A narrow feeding window opened under the cell door and a plate of food was thrown into the cell with the light.

“Has it been overshadowed by your recent desire to brainwash all Godolas to eliminate discrimination against mixed races? ”

The prison guard outside the door suddenly opened his mouth, sarcastic, said the sentence, then closed the feeding mouth, and the footsteps gradually moved away.

In the darkness, the Dark Star Leader opened his eyes suddenly. His otherwise numb eyes were full of stunning colors and his face was stunned.

Brainwashing an entire civilization?!

Shit, we're in this together, you're more fun than I am!

You are the one who should lead the Dark Star!!