Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

I remember a rusty rod with a traffic light. It was a cloudy day like someone rubbed the sky with an off-white paint. He drove his wife and John to an old green roof cathedral in the middle of the base.

I could have left it with an unmanned car. But sometimes I wanted to take my wife and my youngest son with me. The first was on Earth, and his wife and his youngest were living on the moon for five months. My wife said, "If the church is near, why don't you sneak in and stamp it in the eyes of the High One?"

He shakes his head with a smile. Someday, if there is a day that goes in there, I thought I shouldn't go in there to be noticed by people.

But he didn't hate his wife taking him to church. I was always busy wandering around the distant universe, and I was thankful for what my father couldn't do.

The captain lays a hand on his wife's cheek and looks her right in the eye.

Beautiful black eyes grin. She kisses me on the cheek and gets out of the car. Young John waves to his father. The captain waved back and forth.

The captain watches a video of the child's room after the battle. There was no day or night in the deep space battle. When John's room was connected after the battle, there were many times when he wasn't there. But sometimes the captain had a chance to see John quietly before he went to sleep.

Young John liked the angel Gabriel hologram that appeared to Mary. When he went out to work in the distant universe, there was occasional heavy artificial rain on the quiet night his wife fell asleep. When the lightning strikes to protect the Moon Base's natural environment and the rain is so strong that the trees shake, John doesn't wake his mother up, saying that he's scared like his peers.

John listens to Gabriel and Maria, angels who came to play holograms to announce their pregnancy. And under the stand my father bought me, I put my hands together, prayed as I learned, and fell asleep.

The captain looked at young John like that. He looked lovely as a little angel.

And now the captain thinks.

"John, are you in heaven? ’

And then I recite it again.

‘Will I ever · · · see you again? ”

* * *

The Seal was as red as sand. There were a lot of strange symbols on it, and the power was connected and the colors turned rainbow. Tyrant takes the suppressor to deep space in Colbat. At the same time, I took the heart and put it in the seal. Head to incubator, heart to po. They were all important materials.

The captain was desperate for coffee. The captain was transferred to the AB12 that flew in with Colbat. I wanted to lie down in a big, fluffy bed. But I had to clean up after him because of what I had done.

[Captain, we're entering contamination management.]

When you walk through the door of AB12, you will find a metal room with a grid pattern. In the tiles of this room, a solution of nanorobots is spurted out to clean up radioactive material or other contamination.

Seeing the white vapor rising rapidly from the fever, the captain carefully observed footage of the floating treasure island on the visor.

After the battle, the rocks that soared into the sky slowly descend to the ground. Luckily, it didn't crash at all. At the center of the long cucumber-shaped island, there seems to be a huge asteroid falling. A huge pit is being dug and the water is gushing in.

In addition, neutron and ion particles erupted within the atmosphere, and radioactive fallout caused by the aftermath began to spill.

The fine particles of the broken piece of neutron warhead form a condensation point, pulling the dust around them, and creating a huge cloud that starts falling like snow.

“It's going to be a problem if we keep this up. ”

[Based on the total amount of radiation, it's less than the level of nuclear bombs we used to test in the Earth's Pacific Ocean.]

Of course, this place was artificially created in the middle of a distant ocean, and it was a very remote island that originally conceived and built gnosis, so it did not seem to affect the continent. But if I let it go on like this, everyone downstairs might die.

"Tyrant, stir up this cloud of radiation as per protocol, and let Catarian 006 know it's happening. ”

[Copy that. We will fire the harvesting equipment according to planetary pollution control protocols. Firing in three, two, one. I'll also contact Lotus Island.]

Tyrant launched a radioactive gatherer. This machine will suck nuclear dust from all over the atmosphere, then it will break through the atmosphere again and fly towards the sun.

Even in the orbit of a planet with life, there could be no nuclear war. ’

Either way, if we leave the alien contamination intact, the planet is doomed. We had to use nuclear weapons, whether we wanted to or not.

But that's why we've continued to work on terraforming, and we've been able to repair planets that are already alive with terraforming technology. That was really good.

After all, this level of radioactivity allowed it to go down to a normal, tolerable figure that would last about 100 days in a natural state.

“Well done, Captain. ”

I opened the contamination control room and came out alone, smelling of hazelnuts. It wasn't artificial spices, it was high-quality coffee made from real hazelnuts. Luna, in her coffee suit, greets the captain.

“Because you might be tired, I made a coffee aroma by sharpening the berries of the canker tree that I learned to be good for fatigue. ”

I don't ask how it is, but I offer it quietly. It's good to be a maid. The captain nods and tastes the coffee and puts it on a table drone that follows him. The drone follows the captain around, quietly flying. The captain looks at Luna warmly and says,

“You must have had a hard time. You didn't have any problems. Luna?”

“Yes, sir. I got some water. Wash and rest.”

Luna greets politely. The captain enters the bathroom, switches Waschutes to autonomous alert mode and submerges himself in hot water. The hot coffee smells rich on top of the drone that followed you to the bathroom. A very strong hazelnut scent wandered in along the bathroom.

“I'm tired, by the way. ”

Age cannot be deceived. The captain swept off the white beard once. It wasn't a mess every morning thanks to Tyrant's care, but a day of sightseeing and combat adrenaline left many beards growing.

I missed John. The captain submerges himself in warm water and plays a video of young John and Ray running around.

John's second birthday.

It was Ray when he was 10 years old.

John was able to speak now, and Ray carried him around, hugging and kissing him. There was a cake for John, and John pointed to the cake and said, "Father." It was a video of everyone laughing loudly.

“Hmm.”

I couldn't see any more, so I turned off the video and immersed myself deeply in the water. The screen flashes back at the ruined treasure island. A colossal crater severed the waist of the treasure island, tearing open the Acceptance Area and the Triford Area. To the captain, it was like I was cut off between the past and the present.

Gnosis hides himself, but the monsters remain, so after the rock tide is over, the hunt begins again.

The captain looks back at his body, covered in scars and wounds in the water. The texture of the scar is completely different from the softness of the other body. The wound that should not be there is swollen and smoother for the body to heal.

A man from a special combat unit who's been through a lot of battles has become a crew because of Big Data, and a captain because of Tyrant.

However, even a captain with a special boost to his whole body couldn't help but grow old. There is a special blood flow inside the captain that is completely different from normal people, which keeps people from getting tired even if they run for 30 hours.

There are not one heart, but two, and there are also unique body organs that allow poisons or other drugs to survive.

Unlike ordinary humans, muscles also contain graphene structures in muscle fibers. With his bare fist, he was able to strike down a hundred people, and he was wearing Wortsuits with all the technology of the Earth's Alliance, so who would dare to face him with sanity?

But fighting is eating away at Bondi's soul.

The body is not tired, but the mind is tired.

Above all, the synaptic circuit is damaged and made. As a young body regains injured muscles and strengthens muscles, the injured synapse regains health, but technology has not allowed human life.

The captain looks at the blind spot.

“Tyrant, I'm getting old, but there's hope that I can turn back time. ”

[Yes, sir.]

The Promise of Wheaminaide. Now, of course, I came to Krasus and caught Arden and felt I couldn't trust her for a hundred percent, but that hope was still a big, thick leash.

But the members of this world are strong and the world is wide. If dimensional stairways were hundreds and thousands of layers, rather than one or two, would they be able to cope while they were alive? I wasn't sure.

“So you have to stay healthy until then. ”

[Certainly, Captain.]

“Good. Let's learn the art of coming. They say that cyonic polishing is the way of the immortal. ”

It's a physical exercise in a way you can think of, possibly as an old captain. Tyrant gives you a slight hint of color.

[Captain, the Court of Errors is currently working on Luna Yang. Currently, there are few samples in the trial alone, so no theoretical studies have been completed on augmented humans. It's used only for people with one heart. It could be dangerous.]

Tyrant has been compromised. Luna was only supposed to be a maid, but now Tyrant has become a master because of her slumber. In fact, Luna herself has a tendency to mourn for not being able to assist in the captain's fight. The captain asked again.

“Tyrant. There's no one else to reinforce but me. When do you expect the safety of the court to come in theory? ”

When it spins a simulation.]

It was unusual for Tyrant to blur his horse's tail. Her feelings were conveyed, worrying about the risks.

“I know. Tyrant. My synapse is slowly slowing down as I follow Washtz. You know that, right? At some point, if the synaptic nerves continue to weaken, you might not be able to wear washers. ”

The washouts are connected to the passenger's nervous system and operate around a synaptic response. But the agility and running speed of the Waschutes are unprecedented compared to that of ordinary humans.

The human body can't see around it running like a sports car, and can't swing tons of weapons like mine. Technical sophistication suggests that Waschutes were more difficult to handle than fighters.

Only humans who have been selected and enhanced after several tests can handle washouts with separate synaptic expansions and hypersensations acquired through various enhancement procedures.

But you can't always fight with your washers on for damage to your synapses. If you make a mistake, your body and machine can move differently and take serious damage. Either your back is bent or your neck and body are turned to the opposite end to die.

After a long battle with the captain, the impact on his body was never small. I fought through the breaches, got my hands on alien strength, and even fought through space with my face bare as a visor was broken. Without a special blood procedure, he would have died.

It was this wounded body that had been fighting for so long, but I had to live until I saw John.

“As you may have seen before, the enemy can attempt dimensional repression at any time using public values. It's very difficult to be abandoned among the enemies. I have to get to the Catarian 009, but I can't do it tactically if my own synapses are in danger. I need to buy more herbal law to do my research. ”

[Copy that, Captain. I'll get it ready.]

Tyrant knows the captain's stubbornness.

* * *

AB12 broke through the atmosphere and went into space because it didn't want to receive any raids right now. After taking a bath looking into space, the captain spent the night in the bedroom.

The next day, the captain saw a table comparing damages and profits. Big Bear's three generations have been destroyed, and the android on board has melted by a hundred pounds of rock vapor. However, you have enough information looting and jewellery.

Punishment without Bourne (?). The Triport Inquisitors have been harpooned for entering the Acceptable Zone. The damage has left the dragons overwhelming advantage in the future. As long as we let it go on like this, the dragon will take over the Treasure Island in competition with Triford.

"Hehe!"

Triford's treasure is almost gone. By his side, Po was playing around with tons of gems. Jewels rolled around the bottom of the reception hall of AB12. A sapphire filled with cleanup drones, sucking out the rubies and straightening them out.

"Noum Merchant, let's go see Draca. I'll go and buy all the orders I can."

The captain opens his base on the morning of dawn.

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