Chapter 119 The End of the World: Desert Tribe

The wrench turned on the hexagonal bolt, and the bolt was easily removed. Vito removed the engine shaft in two or three moves. He put the shaft on the seat of the Predator's motorcycle and checked it. Then he came to his motorcycle with a try-it mentality.

But obviously, the gods did not favor him now. Although the Predator's motorcycle was a hodgepodge, it was able to run by putting together all kinds of strange parts.

In this regard, only the greenskins could be compared with them, but like the greenskins, these rags were completely useless, especially for his precious motorcycle.

Vito sighed and threw the shaft aside. He rubbed his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The desert was hot during the day and freezing at night, especially when it was almost noon.

"Sir, I warned you when you assembled this motorcycle that buying parts from those Martian technical priests would face extremely serious versatility problems." Helen's CD was on the seat, and she looked at Vito with a cold face as always, expressionless.

"But to be honest, the stuff of those mechanical enthusiasts on Mars is really good, and the price is quite good. We picked up some pre-war technological heritage and got it for them."

Vito said and continued to work at hand. He squatted on the motorcycle and inspected the parts on it. Unlike the scrap metal of the plunderers, these parts shipped from Mars are of very high quality. Both the casting process and the shape are standardized. At first glance, they are made in the factory instead of being screwed out by hand.

"I was surprised by the Martian members of the Mechanicus' obsession with technology, but I think Mr. Omke would like them. After all, they also collected, preserved and continued human concepts and development possibilities for rationality and technology."

"His name is not Omke, that's just one of that bastard's many pseudonyms. Like me, we have long forgotten what our original names were."

Vito said as he disassembled the exploded cylinder and began to check the damaged parts. If the overall components of the Predator are useless, then he can only repair them manually bit by bit.

"If I remember the database correctly, sir, you said you were born on the ancient Greek island of Crete, right? Maybe I can simulate and deduce your name from the database."

"Come on, Helen, my crappy name was very weird at the time, you can't figure it out, and the same is true for that shaman from Asia Minor. At least our names are weirder than each other."

"I only remember a name he used in Rome, Cicero or something. He was as neurotic as he is now and liked to talk about philosophy. Aristotle and Socrates liked him very much."

Vito removed a completely damaged part and threw it on the sand. "He is as neurotic as the Eldar. Every time he starts talking in riddles, I want to chop him."

"He invites you to join his army, sir, My calculation result is that I suggest you accept it. "Helen said, she looked at Vito busy, the latter sneered, "Then you also know my answer." "Yes, sir."

"But I must give you my calculation results. If we continue to discover according to the current situation, human civilization will have no way out. The Iron Man Rebellion is simply not worth mentioning compared to this kind of civilization regression."

"Yes, the killing intensity of human beings killing each other is more cruel and terrifying than any foreign invasion and dark age. It has always been like this."

Empires all disintegrate and collapse from within, and this has been the case since ancient times. Foreign border harassment and nomadic tribe invasions are difficult to defeat an empire. Empires all die due to the division of internal power groups, peasant uprisings and aristocratic civil wars, and foreign invasions are just the final blow.

Vito has witnessed the rise and fall of many great empires, the first transcontinental Persian Empire, the Qin Empire and the Han Empire, the Roman Empire and Alexander's short-lived empire. He knows how civilizations fall and how countries die.

He clearly remembered that after the collapse of the Roman Empire, with the complete decline of the Western Roman Empire, Europe fell into the Dark Ages for several centuries.

He experienced that time, and he remembered it very clearly. Many things would not be forgotten even after a thousand years.

"So you should end the chaos with him, sir. My calculations show that he can do it." Helen said, the sun shone on her without any reflection or circling light, and her cold blue light body was still so clear and perfect.

Helen looked at the busy Vito, who wiped the sweat with a headscarf, "Sir, you are the best military talent and strategic and tactical master in human history. You are now wandering around aimlessly on the earth and wasting this talent. You can make it more valuable."

"The best? Not really." Vito said with a joking smile. The work at hand was not idle at all. He took out a screwdriver from the toolbox and began to disassemble the electrical box.

"Sir, if you hadn't defeated the rebellious AI alliance in the Battle of Uranus, the Earth would have fallen, and human civilization would have ended."

"But I didn't stop the fall of civilization in the end, Helen, and this is the result." He said, and then he said, "I know you think I was an idiot at the time. I didn't choose military centralization, but continued to choose to be loyal to the democratic system and civil rights like an idealistic idiot."

"Sir." "Speak, Helen, say whatever you want to say."

Helen was silent for a moment, as if she was organizing words or calculating data, but she finally spoke.

“In critical moments, when civilization is about to face a major threat, centralization is often the most effective method. Democracy is useful and effective during prosperity, but its underlying efficiency and endless debate cannot cope with crises that must be resolved immediately. , a strong man is needed at this moment, and people will elect a strong man.”

"Dictators are often elected by the people. The only difference is whether the dictator really serves the people."

Vito smiled and said, "Have you read Plato's books?" "Sir, I have all the books and information in my database."

"Indeed, power and dictatorship are effective in times of emergency. They can quickly implement and promote plans, and they can also integrate resources to face crises."

"But it is very dangerous to place too much hope on a strong man. Helen, he may be a wise king, but what about his next generation? Where about his successor? This is the danger of an autocratic system. Once there is a mutation in the top building, it cannot be done in time. Through elimination and correction, intelligence will eventually become diseased and accumulate contradictions, eventually leading to a new civil war.”

Vito said calmly, but the work at hand did not stop for a moment.

"The autocratic system has no room for error. No one can guarantee that a person's will will remain the same in the face of power after years of wear and tear. He may be a good person at the beginning, but the long period of power and various choices will make him... The soul gradually falls, and no one can escape this."

"So you don't think he can handle this responsibility? Sir," Helen asked.

Vito stopped. After a moment of silence, he continued to work. "He will indeed be an excellent emperor, but he doesn't understand human nature at all. Helen, that guy is a workaholic and has a paranoid pursuit of efficiency and rationality."

"Believe me, if killing a billion people can solve a problem, then he will do that, without even considering whether there are some ways to solve the problem that are less efficient but better."

"I still remember during the Golden Age, he advised me to use orbital bombardment to kill a troubled city to complete the task most efficiently, and then continue to advance the front."

Vito said coldly, "If that idiot hadn't been across the screen, I would have definitely killed him."

"No, Helen, his empire is destined to be a cold, inhumane dark empire. The glorious future he promised is entirely based on rationality and completely ignores human emotions and the characteristics of our species."

"Remember? He even said there was a difference between us and 'normal humans', so yeah, I wasn't going to help him."

Helen was silent. She seemed to be calculating something, but she turned to look at the tribe children running over. Vito stood up, turned off Helen's CD and put it into his pocket.

The children gathered around Vito and yelled something he couldn't understand. The boys looked around the motorcycle curiously, pointing and talking.

Some of them were playing with Vito's toolbox or disassembled parts, their big eyes full of curiosity.

It seems that every boy has a passion for machinery. Weapons, steel and surging mechanical structures always have such a charm that makes people fascinated.

Vito looked at them with a smile without stopping them. He raised his head and looked at the hunters not far away. The adult males in the tribe formed a team of five people and prepared to go hunting.

The beautiful female translator came over. She loudly chased away the playful children, and they ran away laughing.

"Sorry, they are curious about these things." She said, and Vito shook his head slightly with a bright smile, "It's okay, I understand, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

"Ah? Sorry, my name is Sarah Hamas, the daughter of Suleiman." She said in Ursh with a cute accent. Vito smiled jokingly and looked at the chief in the distance. He was talking to the hunters and wishing them good luck in their hunt.

"I assume that's your father, right?" "Yeah, yes."

Sara said simply, Vito glanced at his sniper rifle, and then looked at the hunters who were about to set off.

"Can I join the hunting team? It can be regarded as a favor to you. After all, the chief had a hard time letting me stay. I can't just take it for free."

Sara shook her head, "That's not okay." "Why?" "Only men in the tribe can become hunters, and you..."

"I'm not one of you, I know." Vito said with his arms folded. He thought about something thoughtfully, and then looked at Sara with a smile. The smile was so charming that Sara's heart beat faster subconsciously.

To be honest, although Vito always said that the old bastard used spiritual power to change his appearance, affect the emotional changes of others, and create his own invincible charm, so that he could make an entire tribe join him with just words. camp.

But Vito actually used this ability unintentionally. In other words, the immortals may not be controlled by themselves in this regard. Their psychic power will actively affect others, creating endless charm on the emotional level.

"Then how can I help? Anything." Vito said. Sara looked at his face and cleared her throat. She looked at Vito's sniper rifle and the gun on her waist, and then pointed at Those kids who were booing just now.

They were walking out of the camp carrying leather bags. The chief's youngest son was followed by a mutant hound, and the hound with a face more like a crocodile followed behind him.

"You can go help them dig for "black melons"" "What?"

Sara was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly began to form words, "A drink that can be drank as water, dug out in the sand."

"So I need to help them dig things?" Vito said with a wry smile. Sara shook her head quickly, "No, to protect them."

"Protection? Ah. I understand. After all, this is a wasteland." Vito said, grabbing the sniper rifle and putting it on his back. He smiled and patted Sara on the shoulder, which shocked the young girl. It shook the same way.

"Watch my motorcycle, okay? Don't let anyone touch it again."

Vito followed the children with a sniper rifle on his back. He took out the CD and Helen appeared on it. She looked at Vito in front of her with a cold face, "Sir, that girl's heart rate is significantly higher than normal." Scope "I advise you to respect yourself."

"Are you jealous?" Vito asked with a smile. Helen still looked at him indifferently, "I am artificial intelligence, and the concept you mentioned does not apply to me."

After saying that, Helen disappeared. Vito smiled, put it in his bag, and followed the children with a gun on his back.