The whole empire is bringing us together

Chapter 36 Dating

"It's okay." Quint raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and smiled at him.Seeing his forced smile, Hyperion felt a bit blocked in his heart.He reached out and gently wiped away the wetness on his cheeks, and said in a low voice, "If you're not happy, don't laugh."

"No, I'm not unhappy." Quint sniffed, remembering the faces of his family that had been blurred in memory, and tears welled up in his eyes again: "Thank you for bringing me here."

He was 16 years old at the point in retrospect, and now he is 42 years old, and the time away from his family is almost longer than the time with him.

How many times has he been strangled by deep thoughts in the middle of the night, but he can't remember the voices and smiles of his family members when recalling, so he can only take out old photos and look through them one by one.Parents are a traditional AO combination, ordinary but loving, and rarely quarrel.His energetic younger brother has been fair since he was a child. If he can grow up, he will be an extremely handsome man.

Hyperion touched his pocket, took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Quint: "If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulder."

Quint wiped his face clean, shook his head, his emotions had returned to calm, but his eyes were still red.Hyperion was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to that night when he happened to see Quint sitting alone by the lake while running at night in the back mountain, crying secretly.

Hearing the sound of him getting out of the forest, the young boy who was much younger at that time turned his head, his eyes panicked, and the strong sense of shame of being discovered made him stand up immediately, wanting to run away.

"Don't go." Hyperion grabbed him, poked his head to look at his face: "Why are you crying? Didn't you do well in class this afternoon?"

Quint desperately turned his face away from him: "I'm fine, don't look at me."

"What are you embarrassed about?" Hyperion remembered that at that time he had to pull Quint to sit down again, resisting the urge to give him a hug as a comfort, racking his brains to tell a few lukewarm jokes.

But it's different now, the two of them have already explained everything clearly, and they no longer overly restrain their emotional expressions. Seeing that Quint was not taking the initiative, Hyperion stepped forward and bent down, hugging him in his arms, holding him in one hand. Rubbing the back of his head: "I originally wanted to bring you here to relax, but this is great, I just made you cry."

In this position, Quint's chin was just enough to rest on Hyperion's shoulder, and the sound of Alpha's steady breathing was right next to his ears. He closed his eyes, and raised his arms to gently wrap his arms around his back.

"I'm really happy, really."

Back in the central area, it was already noon, and Hyperion had already booked a restaurant—this time he didn’t hide his astonishing appetite in front of Quint.

"Why do you eat so much?" Quint couldn't hold back in the end, and asked the question that had troubled him for a while: "Can your stomach take it?"

Hyperion wrote lightly: "It's okay. During the expedition, I often don't have food for a day or two. After a long time, I get used to eating a lot at one meal, so the battery life will be better."

"That's not okay. I really can't eat and have nutritional supplements. It hurts your stomach if you overeat like this." Quint couldn't imagine how he got here in the past 20 years. He pursed his lower lip and said seriously: "Let alone Your body is not good now, you should control it consciously."

"Okay." Hyperion felt that he was full to the seventh level, obediently listened to Quint's words and didn't continue to eat until he was full like before, and put down the knife in his hand: "Is there any place you want to go next? If not, I'll arrange it myself."

"I want to go to the workshop to check on the progress. I already have this arrangement this afternoon."

"You originally thought about finishing the blind date in the morning, didn't you?" Hyperian laughed, "It's okay, you can go about your own business."

Quint finished eating too, wiped his mouth and fingers with a tissue, and said, "Let's go together."

Hyperion could vaguely guess that Quint didn't want their first official date to end like this, and it was impossible to be unhappy: "Can I enter the special workshop in your laboratory?"

"It's okay, I can bring people in, just register."

Hyperion made fun of him habitually: "How do you write it when registering? Do you write family members?"

This time Quint did not refute. He looked as usual, lowered his eyes and pressed a few times on the terminal, and seemed to reply casually: "It's the future family."

So Admiral Hyperion Morse, who was awarded the title of chief future family member of the White Tower of the Empire, followed Quint to the Imperial Weapons Research Laboratory. On the way, they passed a flower shop, and the youngest daughter of the owner of the flower shop was sitting at the door. Fiddled with a bouquet of bluebells on the steps, and recognized Hyperion and Quint, the girl smiled and said to Hyperion, "General, do you want to give the chief a bouquet of flowers?"

Hyperion bent down and took out a purple bellflower from her arms, put it in the breast pocket of Quint's shirt, patted the top of the little girl's hair lightly, and said softly, "I will send this bouquet to you tomorrow." How is the White Tower? We still have something to do, so it's not convenient to take it with you."

By the time the flower shop owner received a text message that a large sum of money had been added to his daughter's account, Hyperion had already entered the nearest transfer station with Quint.He picked up his daughter's terminal and looked at the balance on it, and said in shock, "Where did you get so much money?"

"General Morse asked me to send a bouquet of flowers to the White Tower every day. I just placed an order." The girl happily opened the interface to show the shopkeeper: "Dad, you see, I already know how to do business."

Quint felt that the flower on his chest was too conspicuous, but after all, it was a gift from Hyperion, and he couldn't find another place to put it, so he could only bring it into the workshop like this.

In fact, as Hyperion, you can go in without Quint taking it with you, but you need a certificate issued by the relevant department.After rigorous detection and search, the two entered the workshop, and what they saw was a giant weapon being assembled on a steel bracket.

It looked like a particle cannon in appearance, but Hyperion had never seen such a huge particle cannon, and even the main cannon of the Dawn was only one-third of its size.Busy engineers stood in front of it, tiny as planets compared to entire galaxies.

"This is--"

"The Emblem of Death—Antugaso." Standing beside him, Quint looked up at this destructive weapon that he had been involved in drafting and designing for ten years. Uncontrollable panic.

He hated war the most in his life, yet he made such a terrifying weapon with his own hands.

"It's so big, the Empire doesn't have a warship that can carry it yet. The Akatsuki is already one of the heaviest warships. After installing it, it will probably be overloaded and disable many functions." Hyperion looked into the distance. The mechanical arm placed a ten-meter-long alloy plate on the steel frame without any errors, and the welding head immediately stretched out to start welding.

Even with the development of science and technology, the most delicate part of the core of the weapon still needs to be completed manually. More than 30 Alphas in blue overalls were selected in mid-air with a rope around their waists, and their feet were on the steel skeleton of Antu Jiasuo. On the Internet, go to complete the core connection work by yourself.

"The warships that go with it are also being manufactured, and it's not convenient for me to say more about the rest, but with your authority, you can definitely inquire about it."

Hyperion nodded: "Does the new warship have a name?"

"Not yet." Quint put the thumb-sized instrument on his ear, and a nano-lens with a magnification of ten unfolded in front of his left eye: "Its artificial intelligence is still in the final stage of debugging. When it is fully born, the military department estimates will give it a name."

"The No. 14 cyber of the empire, I don't know what kind of character it will be." Like most people nowadays, Hyperion has high expectations for this artificial super-intelligent "life". In the known cyberspace, Dawn is lively and unrestrained, Adam is gentle and romantic, and An is stubborn and reticent. Each cyberspace will form its own unique "personality" after a lot of interaction and final debugging.

Quint hummed lightly, but didn't answer.

The death coat of arms was completed under the leadership of the Academy of Sciences and jointly completed by the four most famous research institutes in the empire. Quint checked the feedback data during the assembly process in the part he was responsible for, and held a short meeting with Alpha colleagues.When everything was over, he and Hyperion left the workshop, and the sky was already dark.

"Sorry, I left you there, isn't it boring?"

"No, you can just concentrate on your own business. I think it's very interesting to see them assembling." Hyperion looked up and saw the poster of this year's mecha competition on the curtain wall of the building. The third round of the preliminary competition happened to be tonight. , suddenly became interested: "Would you like to go to the Mecha Contest?"

"Okay." Quint didn't have anything to do at night, and he was also very interested in the triennial mecha competition, so he immediately agreed: "Do you want to book tickets now?"

"Book it, there probably won't be a good seat at this time." Hyperion leaned over to see the vacant seat displayed on Quint's terminal: "It's just the preliminary round, so it's okay to sit a little further back."

Real-name authentication information is required to buy tickets. The two went to the competition site and swiped their own terminals at the door, only to find that the organizer had already sent someone there to wait.

"General Hyperion, Chief Quint, please follow me here."

Hyperion and Quint exchanged glances, followed the manager all the way to the center of the front row with the best view.The venue, which accommodated 10 people, was full of voices, and the short videos recorded by the contestants before the game were played on the big screen, showing young and energetic faces to the audience.

"We wanted to invite you to be the special guest of the finals long before the start of the competition, but you rejected us at that time." The manager guided the two of them to sit down, and said to Hyperion: "General, you are the current imperial machine. He is the outstanding player in the operation of A, and he was also the champion of the 21st competition, we very much hope that you will consider our invitation again."

"I have a lot of personal matters recently, so think about it again, and I will give you an answer before the final."

The manager looked at Quint, who had been quiet since he entered the hall, with a smile on his face, obviously misunderstanding Hyperion's private matter: "Okay, we are waiting for your reply."

"You want to promise them?" Quint asked softly when the manager walked by.

"Well, after all, I also came out of the preliminary competition step by step. After such a long time, I still miss the feeling at that time. If I am in better health, I will come to participate." Hyperion looked at the time and saw the distance. There was still some time before the game started, and he asked, "Do you want something to eat? I'll go buy it."

"I also can."

"Okay, I'll go get some food and some water."

Hyperion had signed up for the 21st Mecha Contest in the summer vacation before entering the First Military Academy of the Empire. At that time, he had just won the championship of the single-player competition by using the official mecha throughout the entire process.

At that time, he stood on the field, receiving the cheers and screams of everyone, and was highly anticipated-this was the first time he stood so high by relying entirely on his own strength.

The spirit of the newborn calf in his youth is still nostalgic to this day. Hyperion bought some snacks and water in a store near the venue, and when he was about to pay the bill, he was slammed on the back.

"Feel sorry!"

The slightly thin Beta boy took a step back unsteadily and hurriedly said, he raised his head, his eyes widened the moment he saw Hyperion: "General, General!"

"It's okay." Hyperion stretched out his hand to let the cashier scan his terminal, and said concerned: "Are you okay."

"I'm fine, I'm sorry General, I didn't mean it." The young man quickly recovered his composure from the brief moment of bewilderment, his cheeks were slightly red, and his bright eyes sparkled with anticipation: "General, are you coming to the game too?"

"That's right." Hyperion saw the contestant's logo on his arm, paused slightly, and said with a smile: "You are going to compete tonight, then I wish you a good result first."

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