Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"This is the situation in America."

Lilith reached out and hit her forehead, complaining to Susan in front of her: "It can't be changed at all."

"The military-industrial complex, interest alliances, and civil service groups are all entangled and behemoths that cannot be changed by a single hybrid."

A huge monster that has been deep in the bone marrow for hundreds of years, composed of economics, politics, ideology, culture, technology, etc., cannot be changed by a mixed-race family.

Maybe the hybrid could kill the head of the military-industrial complex, destroy the company, destroy those at the top. But this monster is like a hydra, it has been completely integrated with this country and bound to its bones.

If you cut off a head, another one will grow back.

Destroy the company, and new companies will be born immediately, and they will fight like worms one after another until the head of Hydra appears again.

Force only accelerated America's collapse, bringing the country closer to the edge of destruction.

"There is an old saying in the East - People can carry a boat, but they can also capsize it."

Lilith raised her head slightly, her eyes serious.

Susan continued: "The people are blind and only need guidance to achieve the ending we want."

"…seems okay."

Lilith was talking to herself, having a big plan in her mind.

North America, Kassel College, Fingel was playing with the computer, picking his toes with one hand and pressing the hard keyboard with the other.

In the computer, the character controlled by Fingel with one hand was constantly slashing mobs and killing the enemies in front of him.

Finger pressed the keyboard, and a standard set of skills was played by Fingel, who sat upright.

On the computer display, he knocked out the last blood of the so-called NPC blocking the road until it completely returned to zero.

Fingel controls the character to step forward to pick up the treasure chest that fell on the ground, and touch the corpse at the same time.

"Finally dead."

The remaining serious temperament on Fingel's face completely disappeared after he relaxed. Now he is just a foot-picking uncle wearing big pants and flip-flops, a social waste in a certain sense.

"Hey, it's so boring."

Fingel put down his left hand that was typing on the keyboard and looked at the empty computer room, feeling a little lonely in his heart.

Kassel College was controlled by Norma, and these students and teachers were imprisoned in the concentration camp built by Norma for unified management. Therefore, Fingel was almost alone in the empty Kassel College.

At the beginning, Fingel was very happy. He could drink the fine wine collected by the principal and go wherever he wanted in the underground ice cellar without any restrictions.

But as time passed, the novelty wore off, and Fingel felt a little bored again.

Coupled with Fingel's relationship with Norma, he would be assassinated more than ten times a day even in Cassel College. If he goes out now, he will definitely go out on the same day, and someone will kill him on the same day.

Fingel was alone, except for the vice-principal, Mobai (Baimo trumpet) and the princess of the Sheqi family, Eri, who appeared from time to time. He was really no different from a loner.

You need to keep an eye on the heroes appearing around you, shouting "justice", "hope" and "courage" to prevent yourself, the villain who destroys the world, from being killed by a sneak attack without moral ethics.

Now Fingel, who can only play this game alone, and amuse his classmates and teachers when he is free, has entered the grass-roots stage.

"The principal didn't call either, really..."

Didi, didi.

The cell phone rang, and Fingel, who became more motivated, quickly answered the phone and made a mean voice: "Principal...Hello, it's been a long time, oh, it's not the principal..."

Noticing the actual phone number, Fingel suppressed what he wanted to say and returned to some normalcy.

"Hello, Fingel von Flinst."

A very crisp female voice came from the phone.

"Am I already so famous?"

Fingel put down his fingers that were picking at his feet, flicked the black mud inside his nails, then took out half of the toilet paper and wiped the dirt on his nails.

"You're Norma's boyfriend."

My girlfriend is awesome, and even Fingel is becoming more awesome with each passing day.

In response, Fingel accepted the compliment shamelessly as a matter of course: "Who are you?"

"Lilith, America Morgan family, Lilith Morgan."

"Never heard of it." Fingel interrupted Lilith's next words very directly.

"..."

"Hey, talk."

"...I would like to discuss a cooperation with you."

"cooperate?"

Fingel scratched his hair. Even now, someone is looking for me to cooperate...Aren't you afraid of the world's criticism?

Today is April Fools' Day, right?

"What kind of cooperation?"

"Everything goes to the Arctic Circle."

"Together, attack the Arctic Circle, ha, what, what are you talking about!" Fingel looked unbelievable.

You North American half-breeds and Norma Lawns go to attack the doomsday half-breeds in the Arctic Circle. Are these really what you would say?

In just a moment, Fingel had many speculations in his heart. He randomly found a "helper" and turned to look at the computer screen.

"Norma, is this true?"

Norma's figure flashed in the computer and gave an answer at the same time.

"The Morgan family, Lilith Morgan stepped forward as one of the members of Congress, responsible for the Balzac Bridge..."

A series of identity information descriptions, Fingel also understood why she came to the door.

America, which Lilith Morgan took over, is like a terminally ill patient. Any method you use will aggravate her condition. Only external exercise can have a chance of survival.

It sounds difficult to understand, but compare it to history.

This kind of deed cannot be said to be a common occurrence, at least it is to the extent that the plan will be repeated within a hundred years.

"By announcing a foreign war, and then diverting the pressure of internal conflicts." Fingel pinched his fingers. This is not good news.

What is war? War is the intensification of conflicts that are not controlled by any party. Even if both sides wanted to suppress the war, they were unable to do so.

Once the so-called war breaks out, it is impossible to stop. Even if America diverts the conflict, the end result will be people who are dying of thirst in the desert, drinking poison and trying to survive.

"Yes, the war between artificial intelligence and doomsday factions, we want to ally with you."

"Why don't you go find Norma?"

"You are a human and she is a machine." Lilith answered this question rationally.

Fingel was a little embarrassed. He believed that Norma Rawnes belonged to the human race and was resurrected from the dead.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this was a mechanical riot. Due to the infection of the supercomputer by living beings, the first Necron-Norma Lawns was born.

Inhuman monsters ready to destroy humanity!

"She's my girlfriend."

After hearing Fingel's tough reply, Lilith raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"Very good. I'm looking forward to Fingel's answer. We'll talk next time."

Susan, who was beside her, saw Lilith's "change" and asked: "How is the situation?"

"Things are good."

Lilith snapped her fingers.

"Fingal von Flinst was a crucial influence on Norma, who happened to be easily influenced by emotional factors and make choices that were not in his best interests."

Susan nodded.

This is good news, and by influencing Fingel and thus Norma, the out-of-control artificial intelligence Norma is in the plan.

After thinking for a moment, Susan asked curiously: "Fingel really fell in love with the out-of-control intelligence."

"Who knows, maybe yes, maybe not, but as long as he loves Norma now, that's enough."

"Okay, come here and help me process this information."

"okay."