# Golden Gate (2)
Things can't always go well. However, a fatal failure was rare after the end of the world, and winter was also familiar with it.
By pushing people beyond their limits, people overcome situations that cannot be overcome. It was an unexpected pleasure in my life. A story of a time when you didn't know what you wanted. It was a time when we tried not to hate the world, but now we are close to Saturn.
That's why April Pacific is sticky. A tar-like disappointment. It's been a long time since I've had such a failure.
Johanna smiles bitterly.
“Though it didn't save anyone, it's not that there's no harvest. Any special variants that have not been previously reported have not been identified? even people who don't know if they're mutants or humans. Scratched samples will be useful to health care units. There's political will here. ”
“Political intentions? ”
“Should I say safety in case...?" Politicians are always aware of the threat of exposure. The current blockade strategy has a serious humanitarian problem. even civilian vessels are actively attacking. ”
She asked like a monologue. How many civilians have the Navy killed so far? It was a question that was beyond the scope of the intellectual correction analogy. Addition error is too large.
A million? …… or 10 million? ’
Unrealistic numbers. But it was no joke. Even less than 10,000 tons of barley, if determined to burn it, more than 10,000 people would enter. It was 100,000 to sink ten such boats.
Look back at the beginning of this worldview. Machine guns have been fired at refugees fleeing the camp. In the background of gathering refugee relief workers, there were mentally damaged American soldiers. It wasn't just because I lost my family, like Elliot said. What impact did the massacre of unarmed civilians have on their psychology?
Admiral Kitchner, the antihelmet commander, also complained of a shortage of manpower. There will be a relationship. Including refusing the pilot's orders.
“The presidency is approaching. Politicians are full of thoughts of biting each other. You can't imagine the stories you hear in relation to information, in winter. I'm familiar with it, but I don't understand it. Is regime change more important than human survival? ”
She sighs. The nobles are so different in their minds.
“We live in different worlds. If the world was different, life would be different, and life would be different. ”
Joanna frowns at the recurring winter.
“Live in another world? Not the one world that is doomed? ”
“Well…. I think of a person's world as a collection of sculptures that he saw and felt. So isn't everyone living in their own world? just as much as we empathize with each other. ”
At this point, winter recalls psychotherapy. Even the same color, everyone actually feels different colors. That's what I said to the woman pretending to be my therapist. The color was a symbol. Perspective of the world. Human nature is bounded by the senses.
Everyone lives in their own color. It was empathy that reduced the gap. I felt long in my short life.
“Well, I don't know. ”
FBI investigator shaking his head at abstract stories. The vague expression was evidence of a lack of understanding. I can see the cautious color. It seemed like he did not want to treat the words of winter as traces of puberty, or felt that way, but was cautious. Reading it familiar, I didn't mind winter.
The investigator turns the conversation into a reality.
“Anyway. All the records from April Pacific will justify our current blockade strategy. Enough material to persuade the public. Most of all, you're in charge. ”
I made a smile that lacked winter.
“Heroic tale, as he said. ”
A story about a boy hero defeating a cannibal monster. Odyssey in the Pacific.
The investigator frowns.
“…… Disgusting, but with a twisted head. Winter, I say again, forget the past. If that's a failure, I have a primary responsibility. ”
“Because you couldn't persuade the viceroy? ”
“No, because I'm the supervisor. ”
Johanna nails you hard. Don't forget I had the right to decide. It feels forced, but if she refused all the way to the end, it would have been impossible to board. When the Destroyer communicated with the USS Higgins, it must have been blocked.
“I'll try. But Anne, are you okay? ”
“When you do something like this, you get bored. Do your best, and if it fails, that's it. Know your limits because if you look beyond the limits, you can't survive. ”
There was no reasoning for a boy whose limits were often lacking.
Anyway, she did her best. The governor was just a madman.
Winter sank into the tar.
Last night, the path to the Grand Gallery was blood. A corrupt man and his associates would have regarded the Governor as the enemy. It was obvious why I couldn't get in.
The Grand Gallery had only one entrance to the player and one to the front. It was wide, but a good way to concentrate your firepower. A spot where ten times as many fireworks and a hundred times as many equators can be easily prevented.
Therefore, winter left the following in the hands of the investigator: It was also Joanna's role to get them to come out. An eloquent speech using the whole broadcast.
As a result, the citizens of the cannibal republic abandoned their weapons and walked out. With the last of their food reserves.
Warning of Survival Sense. The red trail fills your vision.
Boom, boom! A shotgun blast sweeps through the people.
As the flames and storms subside, the crouching winters hear a murmuring snort. Align sight lines immediately. At the end, the one who threw out two triggers, now the only survivor, waves his fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah. You can't do that. Not so fast, lieutenant. Huh? It's Climax. I'm unarmed now anyway.... First of all, don't you have any questions before you kill him? ”
Bang! Winter knocks his fingertips off.
It's been quiet for a long time. The Governor's knees soften. It's just a tiny bend. The saliva flows from your mouth. A refusal not to cry.
It's not enough. The goal here has disappeared before my eyes. Winter said coldly.
“A word without question, a bone for a bone. But how much did you say? ”
One, two, three, four, five…. I counted without enuri, and winter came to him believing in sensory correction. He was unarmed, as he said. The combat strength was poor. The two triggers attached to the mine must have been all I used just now. The Governor was within reach now.
Kicked. Baaak! A man with a broken forehead was in a commotion. Blood rushes to a rolling place not just because of the severed fingers. It was because of the splintered, razor-sharp floor.
“Ugh, ugh, this, ugh, ugh, it hurts, it hurts so much. ”
The governor makes strange noises. I felt drooling and smiling.
“Cow, finger... Just one finger... It hurts so much... I knew I wasn't wrong. I'm not wrong. Mmm-hmm... Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.”
May I ask? Winter is brief. I didn't intend to ask. I feel like I'm in the mood for the madman. However, this kind of frenzy has never been seen before. Virtual personality was a fossil of humanity's past, and here was a strange frenzied vein.
‘No, it's not the right story to ask. ’
The frenzy was not lacking in the world of life anyway. Choosing instead of asking questions, violence against something other than people. The grass and the grass. The joy was still somewhat meaningful now.
Crazy tried to say something even at the last moment. Like it's a more important challenge than surviving.
“Winter? Lt. Cold...? Coffee's getting cold. ”
Joanna's voice is gone. Winter returned to reality from the same notion of habit. The sea breeze remained, and it was hard to feel the warmth in a half-empty glass. It doesn't smell the same at first. The look of reproach from the maker. Winter made a pompous look on his face.
“I'm sorry. I was too impatient to say I would try. ”
“Finish your dinner first. Don't think of anything else. ”
I have no choice but to follow you here.
“But this isn't coffee, is it? ”
“Coffee.”
FBI investigators picked it up. One last smile, one last swollen winter glass. The change in temperature was a change in taste. The unbalanced sweetness and the disgusting energy of the alcohol made me uncomfortable. Even the combat food wasn't bad enough because of the rough taste of food.
“They say there are no people without a stage. ”
Joanna tilts her head at the end of winter.
“Is that bastard's will? ”
“Yes. It was, to be exact, one of the last will and testaments. I used to pick up and serve other things. I don't know what that means. ”
“What a waste of intellectual vanity. ”
“I don't think that was the only thing. ”
“You don't have to understand. He's a despicable bastard just by hiding his name from the end. It's a self-preservation instinct.”
I couldn't agree more. At one point in history, it was difficult to interpret his name differently. Stage transport would be the same context.
Johanna said.
“Human sociality is merely postponing a given role on a particular stage. Society has numerous levels and cross-sections, and a person quickly changes himself when the stage changes. Learning and internalizing the roles required by the stage. So man has no essence. There are roles and plays.... ”
She talks this far and snorts.
“Logic often cites, or generates, for the purpose of justification of crime. Even though he was a lunatic himself, there were many like-minded narcissistic bastards. The moment I walked onstage, the answer came out... …. They're weak enough to tolerate themselves without macroscopic self-rationalization. It's not the same as the things you do and see. Well, I can tell you that's the result of prolonged profiling. ”
“Do you really think that not naming yourself separates you from your role? ”
“How could I...? I'm amazed you get asked that question right away. You don't seem normal in winter either. ”
To the investigator who cast a long glance, winter once again made an awkward smile.
I felt like I could understand a little more about the frenzy that I had overnight. The roles required by the stage. Everywhere I go, I feel like adjusting to the stage.
Self required by the company. Self required at home. Self required among friends. Sometimes they bump into each other.
Now all I can think about are the passengers in April Pacific who ate people.
If the stage changes, will people change that easily?
What about that world out there?
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