Chapter 81: “Good night.”

The battleship’s life was much more intense than the medical ship’s.

When he was loafing around on the medical ship, Chu Zu only needed to put on a show.

But now, he was being dragged to all sorts of meetings, big and small.

The battleship had a ship’s duty officer, who was responsible for the ship’s daily operations and personnel management.

Although he also held the position of second-in-command, he basically didn’t touch command.

He gave all the decision-making power to Lu Anji and acted as a “steward” himself.

The “steward” had a big problem with Azul, and all his opinions could be summed up in one sentence: a fucking backdoor entry.

Chu Zu’s evaluation of this was:

“This is your captain’s decision. Just bear with it.”

Of course, he was only saying this to the system.

There were many miscellaneous meetings, and the content was mostly related to discipline, training, duty arrangements, and daily task assignments.

Of course, the more core combat meetings would not include Chu Zu.

He would participate, but Chu Zu would sit at the very back, huddled in the crowd, and would start to get sleepy as he listened, his head nodding.

He had been caught several times.

The ship’s duty officer immediately wrote a report to the captain.

The captain read it and comforted him gently: “Azul just came from the medical ship. It’s normal for him not to be used to the pace of the front lines. He’s not in a good mental state, but he still did what he was supposed to do. Give him some time to adjust.”

Then he turned around and went to find Chu Zu.

When Chu Zu saw him, he didn’t call him captain, but still opened his mouth with Lu Anji, which made the others frown.

He took him to the rest room.

The moment the door closed, Lu Anji’s model captain look quietly faded away.

He asked with a blank expression: “What have you been busy with?”

“The work assigned to me.”

Chu Zu said.

“Cut the crap. You’ve been perfunctory with all the tasks Arian has given you.”

Chu Zu yawned and did not answer.

Lu Anji’s rest room was much larger than his, clean and tidy, with nothing that could be considered a personal item.

It was more like a hotel than a hotel.

Chu Zu went straight to the bed that looked very comfortable to sleep on and jumped onto it.

He said to the system in his consciousness: “It’s still very hard, but it’s much better than my old broken bed.

Everyone says I got in through the back door, but they don’t even give me a good bed.

What kind of back door is this?”

The little yellow chicken chimed in: “Exactly, exactly!”

It fully felt Lu Anji’s sinister intentions.

“You often go to the bridge when no one is around.”

Lu Anji sat on the edge of the bed and pressed down on the rolled-up quilt, letting his head stick out, “What are you looking for?”

After the full-scale war began, Lu Anji’s mood was much more stable than before.

Now he wasn’t choking back his words and could even have a peaceful conversation.

Humanity was pushing the front lines closer and closer.

Of course, the Zerg Queen would not sit by and wait for death.

The personnel transfers and training on the ship became more and more frequent.

Each time, it was a different person.

The black-faced ship’s duty officer and the drowsy Chu Zu became a fixed program for each batch of new students.

The front lines were still pushing forward, and Lu Anji’s reputation was also rising with the deaths of both the enemy and his own side.

He was indeed a genius commander in the war against the Zerg.

The closer he got to the sun, the greater the pressure on the fleet, but he had never suffered a single defeat.

Along with the last words in the temporary storage, countless victory reports were also sent to Earth.

Many newly reported officers would even write Lu Anji’s name in their enlistment applications, instead of the commander-in-chief.

The little yellow chicken always felt that Lu Anji’s emotional stability was very perverted.

When he saw others not doing well, he would not hate as much.

It was simply anti-human.

But its host said: “No, he’s just tasted the feeling of being needed.”

“Usually when we talk about hate, we have a specific target. He doesn’t. The only one who can be his target of revenge is the doctor who modified him, but the doctor is long dead.”

“The terrifying death has made humanity start to admire Lu Anji, who brings death. He is needed, he is grateful, and at the same time, he makes everyone uncomfortable.”

The host said, “Of course Lu Anji will be in a good mood.”

System: “...Isn’t that even more perverted!”

The host showed a very subtle expression again: “It won’t last long. Lu Anji will slowly realize that what humanity needs is to fake him. No one will accept his whole self.”

System: “He can’t have everything. He wants to vent his hatred, and he wants people to accept him without any reservation. He doesn’t even know what he wants to satisfy.”

“Then why did humans both modify him, destroy his childhood, and want him to sincerely risk his life for the future of humanity?”

The host asked back, “Does he have to respond to that expectation?”

The system couldn’t answer.

The host patted its head: “I don’t know the answer either. This is a very personal matter.”

“We are used to evaluating from a macro-narrative perspective, because it has nothing to do with you or me. But I am very happy to hear your question.”

“Many novelists write things not to convey a certain idea or concept. The readers have their own answers. You are a likable reader.”

The little yellow chicken whimpered a few times: “You must have been a very great novelist before!”

Chu Zu said coolly: “And then I died suddenly. The fact proves that no matter how great a person is, they can’t work 007. They should sleep when they should sleep. They should sleep even if the sky is falling.”

Now Lu Anji’s attitude was like he had returned to his academy days, without a strong commanding tone, at most a little impatient.

Chu Zu: “Look at the map.”

Lu Anji raised his eyebrows.

Chu Zu: “The map of the cruiser records the pre-surveyed nebula. I was looking at that.”

“What for?”

“I want to sleep.”

Surveying the nebula in the map was a big project.

The sun had been ignited twice, and during that time, it had also expanded and swallowed planets.

The structure of the entire solar system had changed a lot because of this.

The purpose of the UIF's investigation of the nebula was to avoid it, at most recording its range and size.

Chu Zu had to find it first, and then, based on the changes in the nebula's position and range over the years, have the system deduce which period it was in.

Then he would call his mom and report the situation.

This whole process basically took all night.

Just as he got back to his rest room, the ship’s duty officer came to get him for a meeting.

Chu Zu had last worked 007 when he was doing illegal work for Luciano.

His body was fine, but his subconscious was still following the habits he had developed, and he was sleepy all day long.

“I’ve contacted you a few times.”

Lu Anji said faintly, “Just like the last accident, you didn’t respond. The explanation you gave me back then was ‘I will fall into a coma when our consciousness is connected.’ What’s the explanation now?”

“I want to sleep.”

Chu Zu was so sleepy he couldn’t open his eyes.

Lu Anji wasn’t here for the ship’s duty officer’s nonsense at all.

All he wanted to understand was why his consciousness connection had been rejected.

The little yellow chicken said what Chu Zu was thinking: “Don’t be so clingy, you brat!”

Chu Zu: “Help me find Serrano’s POV. I’ll watch it when I fall asleep. Let’s speed up the 007 and finish the work and retreat as soon as possible.”

System: “OKKK!”

The battleship’s combat suit was very different from the medical ship’s.

It had higher mobility and was composed of multiple modules.

The upper body, lower body, arms, and legs were all independent and connected by sealed pull tabs, which could be changed at any time according to the battlefield environment.

This made it convenient for Azul to release his tail, directly wrap it around Lu Anji, and pull him onto the bed and tie him up.

Although the captain’s rest room’s bed was better than Azul’s small broken bed, it was still a single bed.

The quilt was wrapped around Azul several times, and the pillow was firmly occupied under his head.

Lu Anji didn’t get anything.

He didn’t say anything about this sudden move, as if he had tacitly agreed to it.

“You want to sleep too.”

Azul said drowsily, “You haven’t slept for a long time. There’s no smell on this bed.”

Lu Anji: “There’s the smell of disinfectant.”

Azul didn't answer for a long time.

Soon, the tail wrapped around Lu Anji gradually relaxed.

He wanted to pull the tail away.

Just as his fingers touched the bone joint, the tail quickly tightened again, pulling him in.

Lu Anji’s sleep was always very little.

In the laboratory, the time on the bed could not be called rest.

The rejection reaction of the foreign object embedded in his body was very strong.

He had to constantly think of things to keep himself going.

For example, the backs of his parents leaving at the entrance of the laboratory, the doctor’s tweezers, and the hateful gazes of the other children.

The other times were even more unbearable.

He couldn’t think on the operating table.

The doctor rarely injected him with anesthesia, as it would affect his nerves and the effect of the experiment.

It was always pain, only pain.

At first, he would roll and struggle, and then the doctor gave him a straitjacket; when his body couldn’t move, he started to scream, and then he got a wooden gag; he would cry, and this time the doctor finally knew what he needed and helped him wipe away his tears, telling him to hold on for a while longer.

Later, when he went to the academy, Lu Anji still couldn’t sleep well.

He knew why he had survived to this day and had a treatment that was completely different from before.

He couldn't let people down.

He had to maintain excellence, and preferably also have a noble character.

Humans would not ask a gun in their hand to smile.

If a bullet went astray, no one would think it was because the gun was not cooperating.

They would either practice their shooting skills or improve the performance of the gun.

But humans would directly place these demands on him.

Azul said the library was a good place to sleep.

Lu Anji never thought so.

That was also another laboratory.

The straitjacket and the wooden gag still existed, but he wouldn’t cry, and he didn’t need anyone to wipe away his tears.

The front line was a good place to rest.

Apart from assigning missions, no one made any more explicit demands.

Lu Anji still couldn’t sleep.

The bed was full of the smell of disinfectant.

When he lay on it, it was as if he had returned to his helpless childhood.

Thinking about it, it seemed that there was only one place where he could rest.

That sea of consciousness.

There was a dangerous Azul in the sea of consciousness.

Azul’s existence itself made Lu Anji miserable.

He was allowed to roll around, run around, and shout.

He had no concept of crying, and he even said that Lu Anji was his family.

“Family,” this word was the beginning of all of Lu Anji’s misfortunes.

But Azul would repeat it over and over again, in the sea of consciousness that he could go back to at any time.

Azul never intended to understand him.

Even if they knew all of each other’s past, Azul would still only do things according to his own preferences.

He was like he had been given all the power that Lu Anji was not allowed to have.

After the doctor died, if Lu Anji had to hate a specific target, he thought it would only be Azul.

Discarding all reasons would only lead to the same reason.

In the final analysis, since he was a child, the only existence he had a connection with was this one.

Everyone else was insignificant, and he couldn’t even remember their faces.

If love could have no reason, then so could hate.

Lu Anji was indeed a little sleepy.

Thinking about simple things was more draining.

He found that he cared more about that sea of consciousness than he had thought.

Before, these things would have angered him, but now he felt tired.

The war would end.

Azul had promised to help him destroy everything and wanted to take him away from the solar system.

At the same time, Azul refused him entry into the sea of consciousness.

Perhaps, just as Azul didn't care about his thoughts at all, he also didn't intend to understand this Zerg.

Has that changed now?

Lu Anji didn't know.

Lu Anji drowsily pulled the quilt over him.

Through the quilt, he felt the Azul who was wrapped inside first tense up, and then gradually relaxed along with his tail.

His whole body shrank in, and he stopped moving completely.

Could this be considered a reconciliation?

Lu Anji didn't know either.

He was just very sleepy.

There was no smell on Azul, only the smell of disinfectant from the sheets.

Before he fell asleep, Lu Anji recalled a day in the underground city laboratory.

The first time he struggled, he still didn't understand the future he had to face.

In a panic, he reached out, wanting to hug something on the operating table, anything would do.

The doctor said in a pitiful and gentle tone: “Let go, Anji. I will help you become a great person, just like Gabrielle Cohen.”

He gritted his teeth and asked: “Who is Gabrielle Cohen?”

The doctor answered: “A noble fool. That’s all humanity needs.”

“Good night.”

This sentence seemed to have been said to him by the doctor, and it was as if he was saying it now.

***

POV Azul Serrano:

To:

Azul Serrano

Main District 13

Iberian Underground City, Europa Federation

October 27

From:

Vice Commander Linton

United International Fleet Command, United Human Government

Dear Linton:

This is the thirteenth letter.

I guess I will soon face a military tribunal, but I won’t say a word.

They will misinterpret every word I say into a point of view that the authorities can accept and spread it widely.

This is something I don’t want to see, even after my death.

When you receive the last letter, I should have been executed.

I suspect you will never receive it.

The aunt who takes care of me sees me as a son.

She will hate you, and even disregard my last wish, refusing to send the letter to you.

But I still wrote it down in advance to make things clear, so that you would know everything that happened.

This is a secret between us, Linton.

I know you might use it as a springboard to compete for the position of commander-in-chief, but I would rather you burn them and just treat them as the last words of an old friend.

You have already learned from the investigation that Lei Jingan and I were old acquaintances from our student days.

When I went to Stanford from MIT for an exchange, Lei Jingan, who had just enrolled, asked me for directions.

At that time, I was casual and didn’t care about giving her directions.

Lei Jingan held a grudge against me for five whole years.

Of course, giving her the wrong directions was not the only conflict between us.

She was assigned by her advisor to assist with my project.

Before I left Stanford, she would write a thick complaint letter every three months and send it to her advisor by name.

Later, she became smarter.

She no longer sought help from her advisor, but instead contacted my lover.

I was scolded badly.

If you also have a wife who is in poor health but has a lot of energy, you will understand my feelings.

At that time, I knew that Lei Jingan was a smart girl, brighter than the stadium lights, smarter than hunger.

Later events also proved my judgment.

The sun burned and then went out.

Cohen wanted to organize people to ignite the sun.

The details have been explained in the previous letters and will not be repeated.

The only reason I agreed to join the project was.

Cohen was like a combination of you and me.

He really wanted to fit into my and Lei Jingan’s world.

I could see that.

But he wanted to be a character like you even more.

With all due respect, I have always privately believed that your entry into politics was not entirely due to family influence.

The family did not hinder your pursuit of your scientific research dreams.

This was your own choice.

Humans have never been able to find the taste of power in nature.

Power only comes from humans and acts on humans.

You tasted the sweetness of being superior early on, something that can never be explored in the universe.

You and Cohen just mistakenly believe that Lei Jingan and I have some special privileges.

In fact, she and I are still just ignorant and foolish living beings, and I am more reckless than her.

Before I even understood what it was to be human, I began to want to know if there were other intelligent life forms in the universe.

I want to know their views on life and death.

How do they face the sleepless nights after the death of their loved ones?

Do they also feel endless loneliness at a certain moment and want to end their own lives, but then shrink back and hesitate because of a smiling face in their memory, and so on and so on.

For various reasons, I joined Cohen’s project.

His attitude towards me was exactly the same as yours.

I think I have to thank you.

The few punches you gave me vented my anger at this friendship.

When faced with Cohen’s provocations, I was calm enough, even though he wouldn’t apologize to me afterwards like you did.

We weren't friends, you and I were.

Igniting the sun was not difficult in theory.

As consistent with the report you received, we needed to analyze the state of the sun’s core, establish a theoretical model and calculate.

The energy injection plan was very clear.

You have studied stellar science, so it’s not difficult to understand.

Inject a hydrogen bomb to detonate the core, simulate the early stellar nuclear fusion reaction of the sun, and a gravitational wave generator or a gravity well to compress the core material and restart the nuclear fusion reaction.

The only thing missing was an astronomer who knew enough about the current sun, and all the equipment mentioned in the plan.

Both Cohen and I thought of a candidate who could satisfy both: East Asia District, Huaqiong Underground City, Lei Jingan.

The China region was the only one that used "sky" as the name of its underground city.

It was one of the world's science and technology centers.

Equipment was not a problem for them, and Lei Jingan was a leading expert on stars.

Cohen told me that Lei Jingan would not accept any of his invitations.

He did not want to go through official channels.

He was worried that Lei Jingan would resist.

See, he really doesn't understand us.

After Lei Jingan came, the entire project took a qualitative leap.

All progress was synchronized to your mailbox, but Lei Jingan and I hid one thing.

Analyzing the core of the sun required continuous data collection.

The Huaqiong Underground City provided ample opportunities for trial and error.

You must admit that the Chinese are always exceptionally generous in fighting for the living space of all humanity.

We failed many times, and the extreme solar environment made many of the detection instruments a terrible mess.

Our first success was not the one in the report.

It was earlier.

In the real first time, the detection instrument brought back more than just the parameters of the sun.

There was also a piece of information that was not in the detection plan.

A strange arrangement appeared in our coronal mass ejection particle stream.

Thank God, I hadn’t forgotten my old trade.

I also knew a little about biology.

Because when I interpreted and identified it with a biological probe, this arrangement showed a binary or ternary code with time as the axis.

I think you must know what this means.

God played a joke on me.

In all my years of service to SETI, I had never found any intelligent life.

My luck was either bad, or too good.

I received the wrong feedback at the wrong time.

Of course, this kind of thing is not uncommon, and it's not surprising that it happened to me.

Whatever the situation was at that time, I hope you can believe that Lei Jingan and I have done our best.

We really didn't know what to do, nor what the result would be.

The only thing we were sure of was that until I wrote this line, no human had figured out the meaning of that arrangement.

Regarding whether to report it immediately, Lei Jingan and I had a big argument.

Don’t worry about our positions.

In the end, we stopped arguing.

Because after the technical difficulties were gone, Cohen rapidly shortened the scheduled time.

He couldn’t control me and Lei Jingan, so the whip fell on others.

He was like a capitalist, and also like a scientist who was worried about all of humanity.

It didn't matter.

The project, which was jointly established by 18 underground cities, was about to enter its most crucial final stage and would not be paused for any unexpected event.

The moment the sun was ignited, Cohen succeeded in having the name "Andermon Cohen" recorded in history.

Lei Jingan was hugging her daughter, and I, I had a good sleep for once, and even dreamed of my wife.

She was reciting the love poems I had written to her.

The poem was not finished, but I woke up from the dream.

My wife had left me.

Lei Jingan said that the solar stability monitoring system and the stellar control field we had launched had all exploded.

I asked her if it was a runaway reaction caused by the sun's reaction rate being too fast.

She replied that the sun was not out of control.

“But everything is out of control.”

She said, “You need to contact Linton, immediately.”

At that time, the Zerg were just beginning to appear.

You smelled the scent of politics and were in a hurry to fight for a place in the yet-to-be-formed United Government.

I couldn't contact you, and I also missed the last chance to de-escalate the situation.

Later, the war broke out, and the UIF and the United Government were formally established one after another.

If you want to say that humanity is not at fault, then the Zerg should not be held responsible either.

We are all plundering the generous star for our own survival.

The universe doesn't care about these things.

The only ones who are at fault and need to be held responsible are me and Lei Jingan.

We were in a difficult situation that was hard to get out of, but we had no chance to figure out the reason.

Lei Jingan often had nightmares.

She dreamed that the arrangement was deciphered and it was a friendly greeting.

The next dream changed, and the Zerg were arrogantly pronouncing our death sentence.

She dreamed of many Zerg corpses.

Those corpses grew human heads.

On closer inspection, the big one was her, and the small one was her daughter.

Soon, Lei Jingan became the "crazy genius" that Cohen talked about.

She returned to the Huaqiong Underground City to recuperate.

You asked me if I needed a psychologist, remember?

I answered no at that time.

I just couldn't dream anymore.

So I joined the UIF.

In those years, I no longer thought about anything other than military industry and Zerg structure research.

I had no right.

The whole world could think about this war, but I couldn't.

My position must be firm, because I had already taken the first wrong step.

If I didn't continue to move forward, I would die in the dreamless night.

Before the UIF approached the Zerg-modified sun again and tried to launch a general offensive, Lei Jingan contacted me.

She wanted to go to the front lines and asked me to be her guarantor.

Actually, she had contacted Cohen first.

She asked Cohen if he had any regrets.

Cohen said, Ever, and never.

At that time, I vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but I didn't ask anything.

I should have lost the courage to face a choice.

Even seeing the person who made the choice was dazzling.

Actually, I knew it subconsciously.

When I was trying to decipher that arrangement, I shared all the knowledge I knew with Lei Jingan without any reservation.

What she and I had in common was that once we were determined to do something, we would definitely go our own way.

The unfortunate thing was that we happened to have some talents to support ourselves, the talents that Cohen complained about.

Back then, in order to pursue my lover, I entered astronomy.

Now, for her own purposes, she has spent several years studying planetary magnetic fields.

Yes, to trace the origin of that coordinate sent to the Zerg, I must frankly answer:

I helped her open a door.

I stopped at the door, but she wanted to continue walking in, to the end that I could not see.

On the eve of her death in the explosion with many warships, Lei Jingan’s last message was sent to me.

I know you have investigated afterwards, but you can’t decipher it.

That is the encrypted form we came up with when we were researching the arrangement.

If you treat me and Lei Jingan as a separate race, then this is the form of communication that is unique to us.

Now I can tell you the content.

I believe you will not leak it, because you will regard Lei Jingan as a traitor, and a traitor must not have any chance to turn things around.

Although she is dead, she will live to the end of the solar system.

And, there is nothing to leak.

It is better to say that this is the secret that you must keep.

“They are targeting Earth. I hope this is the last war.”

I don’t know through what channel Lei Jingan got the news, but I know that since Lei Jingan knew, the UIF must also know.

Don't take me for a fool, Linton.

I know who is not on Earth.

Afterwards, I remembered that the former Europa Federation, now the Europa Division of the United Government, had asked me to approve a large number of hibernation pods.

The number of hibernation pods did not match the number of soldiers.

I thought it was for emergency backup, so they were stored in the rear supply ship and were on 24 hours a day.

But when I checked the biological data recorded in the pods, guess what I saw?

I am a top biologist, my dear Linton.

I can distinguish between the biological characteristics of humans and canines.

I also remember that the former member of the Europa Federation parliament, now the head of the Europa Division of the United Government, has a cute pet dog.

The Zerg only fired one shot, and then the nuclear fusion reaction of the entire sun suddenly decreased.

They only had the afterglow of one shot.

This shot was enough to cross the distance of 149.6 million kilometers and hit Earth, but it ended up hitting the fleet.

Cohen’s son Gabrielle Cohen exchanged his death for the survival of the rear supply ship.

You and I, and the people and dogs lying in the hibernation pods, were able to survive.

Later, I learned from his and Cohen's communication records that Cohen was on the same battleship as him as a universe observer.

At the last moment, Cohen hugged his son and said to him.

“The universe is not fair. You just have to take the initiative to make the necessary sacrifices and create a valuable and meaningful reality.”

The first sentence was the nonsense I had taught Lei Jingan in my student days.

She used it to tease Cohen, and Cohen told it to his son with extreme seriousness.

Later, as you know, the United Government deleted Cohen from the record and only kept the scene of Gabrielle Cohen’s death as propaganda.

That sarcastic sentence was also engraved on the wall of the Allied Military Academy.

When I sorted everything out with my rusty brain, many things that I had deliberately ignored had an answer.

It turned out that you were not putting all your eggs in one basket.

The sacrificial spirit that made the public cry during the mobilization was backed by a cold and stealthy joy.

This is what your United Government does.

Humans and Zerg are fighting, and humans and humans are also fighting.

God and the devil are fighting, and the battlefield is in people's hearts.

The information in that arrangement is no longer important.

You have already made your choice.

Lei Jingan and Cohen made another choice.

Perhaps, I should also make my choice.

I reiterate that I refuse to make any explanation in a secret military tribunal.

You can convict me without any explanation, for those crimes that cannot be brought to light.

I only admit it to you, my dear friend.

After that battle, I did have a close connection with the "pro-Zerg faction" that you talk about.

I gave the "pro-Zerg faction" all the information I had left from igniting the sun, as well as the hydrogen bomb password that was prepared in advance but was not used.

You can try to change the password.

I believe you have already done so.

But you don't know how many people are in the "pro-Zerg faction," and where they are.

Apart from the cute little dog of the Europa Federation member of parliament, everyone is a suspect.

Things have been summarized pretty much.

It wouldn't hurt to spend a little more time to have some private conversations that we should have had long ago.

Linton, you scolded me for not understanding war, which is why I was foolish enough to participate in Lei Jingan's secret operation.

That's not the case.

I'm not as ignorant of war as you say.

Perhaps you don't know the history of Spain, nor how annoying the surname Serrano is in my poor hometown.

My ancestors participated in the Spanish Civil War from 1936 to 1939.

If I had been in the Republican Army at that time, when I was pursuing my lover, I would definitely have brought this up as a topic of conversation.

But things didn't go as planned.

My grandfather was in the notorious Nationalist Army.

The Nationalist Army won the victory with the support of Germany and Italy and established the Franco dictatorship, which left deep social scars in Spain.

Believe me, among all those who have never been to a battlefield, I am probably the unluckiest one who knows war the best.

Even if it stops, more than one generation is destroyed.

By the way, I actually sent a message to Lei Jingan back then, but the disaster had already struck.

I'm not sure if she received it, but you couldn't find it afterwards.

“Don’t even think about being anti-war during wartime. That’s something for peacetime.”

The world we are in now is unbearable.

Few people know the truth.

They try to deny their mistakes, but are denied by reality.

I have personally pushed for two cataclysms.

Perhaps there is a sense of resistance in this.

My dear friend, Linton, I know you will sit in the position of commander-in-chief.

I am terrified and pray for you desperately.

You will bear all the secrets.

One day, you will also be like me, having to make a choice, and the terrible thing is that the choice is far from being just once.

May my wife forgive me for everything I have done.

I can finally have a good dream, or maybe not.

Good night, Linton.

Sincerely, Azul Serrano.

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