Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

Sophia: "......"

She always felt that the memory of "seeing" today was a bit evil!

This power, which is not under the control of her consciousness, brings her a new experience every time.

Considering the entire human race on Earth as a prize pool, her ability is to draw cards from it, and what she draws depends on luck.

Like this one, the Colosseum in her first memory made a deep impression on her, and she was worried that there was some strange and terrible containment in that kind of haunted place, taking pleasure in human death and blood.

But after seeing the memories of the O5-10 omniscient, he saw another side of O5 that was not known.

She suddenly felt that the Colosseum was not a big deal.

She, Sophia, Site Director;

Dr. Bright, Dr. Apocalypse Four.

The status of the two of them is not high in the Foundation, but they are just pawns on the chessboard for the chess players to fiddle with.

I thought I could rise and change when I reached the bottom line of the chessboard, but I was consumed as a piece on the way.

Between thoughts, the huge memories are like the tide of the sea, rising and falling, carrying her towards a more distant place.

Sophia's heart moved, and at this moment, she clearly felt her connection to this sea of memories, but before she could carefully feel the details.

A sudden "suction" suddenly generated and struck.

Sophia only felt that her consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and the next second she changed the scene.

The occult furnishings in room O5-10 disappeared at some point, and the surrounding walls and roof were replaced.

I'm not the omniscient of O5-10 anymore...... Sophia sighed in her heart.

But she didn't feel bad.

Knowing so many secrets that she shouldn't know, Sophia always felt like she was going to experience amnestics more and more.

Immediately afterward, a memory was connected to her consciousness, like a priest changing a disc, and like a black screen loading scene.

In short, it is not controlled by her subjective will.

When it was all over, she smelled suffocating again.

Fishy smells, stinks, and all sorts of smells that you can't think of.

Many strange perceptions flooded into Sophia's mind, and she realized that she was back in Lucretia's perspective again, in a cube room hewn out of stone.

She was muscular, athletic, and imposing, and she was staring at a necklace of teeth.

Missing memories surged out, and chaotic perceptions slammed into Sophia's thoughts.

Sophia "remembers" the story of the necklace - its owner's body was absorbed by the memorial, and it was miserable.

Another anomaly...... There are so many anomalies in this world......

But her mind was soon drawn to something else.

Gunshot!

"Da Da Da!"

In the dense showers, there were miserable screams and a continuous stream of explosions.

Obviously, some forces are attacking this underground city.

In the midst of the noise, she heard a man shouting the Foundation's code.

Lucretia took a breath, clutched the necklace in her hand, and tossed it to the ground.

She jerked towards the door and the gunshots, towards the way out.

This is the end of the memories.

The tide of memory surged again, but it did not take Sophia to the deep sea again.

Instead, he slowly held her up and pushed her to the surface.

She woke up.

The soul returns from a murky sea of memories.

She raised her eyes to look out the window, then stopped the driver and told him to turn around.

Important information, unexpected gains.

Before Sophia could digest the information she had just received from Lucretia, the memory was interrupted.

But she can send someone to reach each other.

With a sigh, Sophia felt her temples swelling faintly.

I'm afraid I have high blood pressure.

......

Camera cuts.

The sound of "click-click" high heels echoed.

Sophia enters the camouflaged building, goes through a long hallway, and enters the office.

She gathered her thoughts and set about setting up Alpha-9 Team.

- Selection of suitable containment materials.

Put the screened list on the table, and then pick and choose, this is a kind of power, the appointment and dismissal of personnel, and the decision-making power.

Sophia finally felt like a supervisor.

And not some agent, or guy who should be contained.

She logged into the Foundation's intranet and expertly applied her permissions to open the containment files.

Mentally assess the roles played by each of the Alpha-9 teams in order to determine the final list.

"Well, let me see ......"

[Containment-4494 - Fighting for Justice]

"Is the fight against crime concrete...... Can be used as a combatant candidate ......"

"It can be manipulated by several legal anomalies that I have been exposed to. "

After Sophia finished browsing the file, she immediately made a judgment in her mind and continued to browse the next one-

[Containment-5601 - Except for my anger, I am still a caged bird]

It is a strange parrot with telepathic powers and seems to be able to use divination.

"If you experience a communication outage in the field, you need someone with a bird's eye view. "

"Alternative...... Animals?"

[Containment-184 - Architect]

There are no permissions.

"Forget it, there's no shortage of this one. Sophia commented.

Without delay, she crossed the corresponding entry from the table.

[Containment-2719 - Interior]

This is an abstract concept, class, constructor, pointer variable. The concept of the effect of Containment-2719 will enter or become internal.

Sophia lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

“...... You can get Yellowstone inside, maybe. "

"The effect is unknown, it may be useful, it may not be useful......"

In an office with only one person, the sound of mouse and keyboard is continuous.

By the time the room was left with the sound of computer fans, Sophia was half-slumped in her office chair, staring straight at the ceiling and the light bulbs that glowed white.

"The more I look at the candidates, the more I think the Foundation is really bad at making allies......"

"The cage has never been a tool that motivates good behavior...... It would be better to unite the O5 Council. "

She muttered quietly.

......

O5-10's private mansion, bedroom.

O5-10 felt like he was going to die.

It is not a death that is mistaken for drunkenness.

It's real, tangible death. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

She fell out of bed, her chest heaving, groping her way to her feet on the soundproof carpet.

Her sense of balance betrayed her, causing her to fall to her side with a heavy twist, triggering an implicit pain.

But it was nowhere near the fire in her chest.

As she struggled to her feet on the floor, it was as if hundreds of scorching containment-668 had stabbed into her heart.

"Uh-"

A pitiful scream escaped the tip of her throat, and she struggled to squirm to the bathroom door.

After exhausting all her strength, her hand gripped the cold metal handle.

With this as a fulcrum, she stood up, her palms sliding across the countertop, lifting the faucet and letting the water cascade down.

Steam fills the small room, and everything comes to an end.

She vomited violently.

O5-10。

A veritable demigod.

Thirteenth of the world's rulers.

He knelt in front of the toilet in a panic.

She limbly reached into her pocket and pulled out a note, but it fell out of her hand.

Fluttering down on the icy floor tiles.

She twisted her body and handed her hand out, trying to reach the note not far away.

Even the fingers have uncontrollable twitching.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to pick it up and fell into a coma.

Black hair was scattered on the ground, and thousands of strands of hair covered the corner of the note.

Many years ago, when O5-10 was not an O5-10.

A man who had owed the previous O5-10 a favor discreetly handed her the note.

The note said:

[I'm very sorry that you've been promoted.] 】

[I did everything I could. 】

I have gathered my allies and made concessions, and I have given my head to others, but they will not accept it except you. 】

[You are now the new O5-10, and I will leave in the only way an O5 councillor can leave: give everything to one of my colleagues.] 】

[By the way, if you are lucky enough to know who will succeed you, find a way to rescue him, and don't let him become your successor. 】

[It's probably the best thing you can do in council.] 】

The content of the note, at first glance, looks like a somewhat boring joke.

How can anyone say that promotion is like going to hell?

Isn't that weird?

What's more, if a behemoth like the Foundation can become one of the apex of power in it, shouldn't it be celebrated?

Unfortunately, after learning of O5-10's plight, few people would stick to this idea.

At least, the vast majority of the audience saw the ubiquitous swords and swords in the calm and calm.

"I finally understand what that O5 joke was about - Q: Does every Foundation member want to be an O5? A: No, they're not that stupid. It is important to know that O5 can disappear when they are not in contact with anomalies. "

"yes, the level of turmoil within the Foundation may not be any less than the threat posed to humanity by containment. "

"To have a former O5 councillor speak of the O5 council in this tone only shows that the truth is more brutal and worse than the picture suggests. "

"It reminds me of another O5 joke-

"At a regular meeting, the O5 Council made a statement stating that the dignity of every human being is paramount and that the safety of every human being is paramount. We will do whatever it takes to contain anomalies and protect the future of all humanity.

One researcher listened, and said to the other: Look, how much the O5 values us.

"Another researcher said: No, they mean we are the price. "

......

Yalilo-VI, Kripperburg.

Bronya was looking up at the sky as she watched the internal struggle that belonged to the upper echelons of the Foundation.

Within Beloberg, of course, there are also parties who play games and fight each other.

But compared to the Foundation, a battle that can kill the top personnel is really rare.

In addition, Bronya is very young and has been in the army for many years, so she does not have much contact with internal affairs.

At this moment, she was deeply shocked by the Foundation.

It was also the first time she discovered that the Foundation was not a monolithic behemoth, and even in the 05 Parliament, there would be a conflict of interests between the members.

"Is this the world of grown-ups?"

Bronya's expression was dyed with a hint of solemnity.

This universe is not as beautiful as she imagined.

Neither Interstellar Peace nor the Foundation (Good King Zhao) is not the parent of Yalilo-VI, the mentor in the fairy tale.

If Yalilo-VI wants to return to the sea of stars, the only thing he can rely on in the end is himself.

......

Just as Sophia was about to continue to collapse in the office chair, a "ding dong" suddenly sounded in the computer.

She got up, her chin resting on the table—someone had emailed her.

【Sent to:slight scpf.net】

[From: intrepidadventurer scpfsd.net]

[Theme: A declaration to join the team of happy heroes, weirdos, and old men and pursue the utopia of Yellowstone]

[Greetings to Dr. Light (and finally goodbye)!]

I'm Dr. IrvingGat, a containment specialist and enthusiast from Site-?. I hope my reputation will do me a favor, but if not, I declare the O5 Council to be outright scoundrels because they won't let you know the truth.

I have many accomplishments, but the following are the ones that are most relevant to your interests:

Filter information from surreal environments and uncover potential anomalies around Site-?.

There are over fifty (confirmed) informational anomalies preserved in my skull - anomalies that always find something new to eat!

Contains 43 or 516 surreal anomalies, depending on your definition of "anomalous".

Protecting reality, here is used in a very broad sense for these four words.

With all of this in mind (which can be difficult and tend to be forgotten), I hope you will consider granting me permission to enter Yellowstone as a member of Mobile Task Force Alpha-9.

Thanks (and see you soon!),