The silver-white hourglass floating in space, with the thinnest middle section as the pivot, slowly rotated the huge structure. This was a new generation of space colonization satellites called the Libra Rod.
It was composed of two opposing cones and three mirrors used to gather sunlight. The base of the rotating cone was the residential area, and the high-tension strings covering the outer wall were almost filled with self-repairing glass. The light reflected by these silicon particles formed a dazzling silver halo. Nearly a hundred such satellites were lined up in the darkness, looking particularly magnificent.
This was Plant (Producer Location All on Nexus Technology), the homeland of the regulator.
After Aslan and Kruze got off Visaris, they took a space shuttle that left the military space station. There was already a passenger in the plane. It was a man of about forty-five years of age with a deep outline. He was wearing a suit rarely seen in military space stations.
Aslan gasped slightly when he saw the man. Beside him, Kruze only smiled, not showing a trace of surprise.
"Thank you for traveling with you, Chairman Sara.”
"There's no need to greet me. I didn't board this space shuttle.”
The man said without smiling, but he also looked at Aslan as if he was emphasizing. Facing his gaze, Aslan lowered his head stiffly.
"Yes, sir! Long time no see, Father…"
Such a distant exchange did not seem like a father and son who had reunited after a long time. Aslan felt a little lonely. Ever since he could remember, this was how he interacted with his father.
The man's name was Patrick Sara, a member of the Supreme Council and Chairman of the National Defense Committee. He was also Aslan's father.
"Needless to say, I agree with your opinion in the report.”
After the space shuttle set off, Patrick deliberately took a photo of a written report as if he wanted to show it to Kruze.
"The problem is that those people can actually develop such a high-performance MS. As for the driver, it doesn't matter.”
His father's words made Aslan raise his head in surprise. But his father only gave him a cold glance.
"I removed that part myself. A report like that would only lead to unnecessary counter-arguments from the moderate faction.”
"I think you must feel bad about reporting that your friend has defected to the Earth Corps.”
Kruze added in a friendly manner. This statement was like describing Kira as a filthy sinner. Aslan's heart ached.
"His name is Kira, right? I heard your mother mention him before. However, since he chose to help the natural humans, he is our enemy. Aslan, I hope you remember where you stand and don't forget your mother's hatred!”
"…Yes, Father!"
Aslan could not refute his father's words. Patrick nodded slightly.
"Let's just say that they've developed a type of MSS that can be driven by a natural person. Do you understand? Aslan."
"Yes, sir!"
Aslan nodded. He understood his father's position, but he had not forgotten his mother's hatred. However, every time he talked about this kind of offensive topic, he inexplicably felt that he was falling bit by bit.
He felt that war was so annoying. But now, he was the one holding the gun. Whenever he thought about how Kira blamed him, he would be filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.
Kira said that he was fighting to protect his friends, not to become a soldier. Then, did he have anyone he could call a friend?
Other than Kira, did he have any friends that he could protect with his life?
With all kinds of complicated thoughts, the space shuttle they were on slowly drove toward one of Plant's buildings, the " Eprilius I ", which was where the Supreme Council was located.
As the elevator descended, the panoramic view of the city of Eprilius gradually appeared from the clouds. The surface of the sea reflected the light of the sunglasses, and there were countless green islands on it. It was not only because they had spent weeks on the organic warships that they felt the scenery was miraculous; Just outside the self-repairing glass that was emitting silver smoke was Wang Yang, the universe that could not tolerate life. The tiny humans had created the vitality of this floating island-like place, which made it particularly grand and beautiful.
Aslan and Kruze were taking the elevator from the spaceship dock at Plant's pivot, descending slowly along the huge 60-kilometer axis tower.
Kruze sat in his seat and read the data on the computer, while Aslan stood and looked down at the beautiful scenery below. The screen on the elevator wall was broadcasting the news.
" Following that, at the one-year anniversary memorial ceremony of 'Younius 7' last night, Klein, the Speaker of the Supreme Council, made a statement…"
The host's voice attracted Aslan and Kruze's attention. On the screen was a man in his forties with a long face and an outstanding temperament, as well as a young girl standing respectfully diagonally behind him. Aslan's gaze unconsciously shifted to the girl.
Her appearance and figure were not sharp or stiff at all. Her long wavy hair was dyed a soft red and draped over her shoulders, making her snow-white skin look even more translucent. Her big, watery eyes were a little dreamy. Coupled with her full cheeks, she seemed to always be smiling.
Her name was Lux Klein, the beloved daughter of Speaker Klein and the top singer of Plant. In addition-
"Oh right, she's your fiancée.”
When Kruze said this, Aslan realized that he was staring at her and hurriedly shifted his gaze. This was something that all of Plant knew. Of course, the captain would also know, but Aslan still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
The people around them had already determined that the two of them were engaged. As far as Aslan was concerned, he did not hate Lux. No, it would be better to say that he also found her likable and wanted to cherish her. It was just that he did not have any real feelings about getting married one day.
Perhaps it was his intuition, but he felt that Lux was not the right woman for him. However, according to the Forced Marriage Act, their genes were indeed the most compatible. Of course, everyone knew that this was only the official statement because their fathers represented the two largest corporations in Plant. Therefore, compared to genetic matching, it was more appropriate to describe it as a political marriage.
Aslan, on the other hand, hated politics.
"I heard that she's even representing the Mourning Committee this time.”
Kruze didn't know if he didn't notice his discomfort or if he did, but he continued with a smile.
" You have inherited the blood ties of Commander Sara and Speaker Klein. I'm sure the next generation will shine. I'm looking forward to it.”
"…Thank you."
Faced with such empty praise, Aslan only bowed stiffly.
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