Not Super Robot Wars at All

Chapter 48: The Only Official Designated Version

Mineva is six years old this year, but due to her long reclusive life, she is now showing vague signs of autism. The little girl does not open her mouth at all in the face of people she does not know, and only in front of Char and Haman can she carry on a normal conversation.

"Although it is to protect her from ambitious people, this price is still too high for a child of this age." Char gently stroked Mineva's small head with self-condemnation, and the little girl showed an expression of enjoyment, "Haman, now that we finally have no political enemies in PLANT, it's time to make it up to her."

"Char, I'm afraid we don't have that much time right now." Haman did not have such deep feelings for Mineva as Char, and she did not quite understand where Char got such deep feelings, "It's not too late to wait for things to be done."

"But it will be the young who create the era after all, and a race without children has no future." Char picked up Mineva and put her on his lap, "How is it on Earth today?"

"Zala is lucky. Britannia refuses to send troops, he has almost occupied entire Australia." Haman flipped through the material in her hands, "Could he really have won the bet?"

"The so-called war is not decided by winning or losing just a few battles. We have to have confidence in our judgment that ZAFT will definitely lose. When Zala gets carried away, that's the time he'll lose his life, and this has happened countless times in history." Char was talking about serious topics, but was intimately scraping Mineva's cheeks with his fingers, "War was never our aim, all we did was to get humanity off the planet."

"The people in the Convocation probably thought you were either lucrative or crazy." Haman looked at the beautiful blond man in confusion, "But is it just because of those fossils?"

"You don't understand my point either, Haman." Char sighed. He understands the difficulty of finding someone who truly understood his worries, "The fossils don't simply mean that there are aliens coming to fight, but the proof that there are other life forms that exist besides we carbon-based creatures. It's not just one more race in the universe, it's an infinite possibility."

"I still don't understand "

"For example, the silicon-based life in science fiction may really exist, metal-based life may also exist. Is it possible that life as large as a star, life as small as a nano, or life as incomprehensible as a computer virus also exist?" Char feels a chill down his back whenever he talks about this, "Don't cling to what's in front of you. See what lies beyond that. Find the greater reality."

"So is Adrien Lingus the only one who understands you?" Haman said this as if with a hint of jealousy, "but he did not appreciate it and instead fled with the young princess of the Clyne family. I'm afraid that to him, a beautiful woman is still more attractive, right?"

"He is the one who truly understands the meaning of the fossils, and reveres the universe on the basis of it. I can feel it as an NT." He shook his head regretfully, "Why waste his power when he obviously has such a strong technology and such excellent NT sensing? Maybe only after letting him see 'that stuff' in the Antarctic, after letting him know how urgent it all is, will he truly understand my thoughts."

"That stuff in the Antarctic?" Haman got alert, "Char, this is the first time you've mentioned this to me."

" I wandered around Earth for a while after I died, and I went into the Antarctic by mistake once then. As you know, the Antarctic was blockaded by Britannia, supposedly with exclusive rights to exploit the resources." Char deliberately blurred out the name of a person he didn't want to mention in front of Haman, "but that was a lie, and the moment I got close, I understood. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, as an NT, I could feel that there was some kind of powerful creature underneath the ice."

"A sea monster?" This was Haman's first reaction, because today's Char kept saying some sci-fi-based things.

"It was a vast, magnificent, pure consciousness with an absolute difference in 'quality' from the human soul." As if sensing Char's unease, Mineva looked up at him in his arms, "Foolish and corrupt rulers think that by mastering technology, they become gods, and can seal such things under the ice and rest on their laurels. A bunch of mundane things! Precisely because humans are stupid, greedy, and conceited, so we are absolutely no match for such an absolute being."

Haman would love for Char to be making up stories, but NTs can't lie to each other.

"The Earth is a trap that will eventually become a prison for all humans. I don't know by what means or how, but no one can escape from it, so we have to go to the universe, it's the only way out." Char tightened the little girl in his arms, "and do whatever it takes to achieve that."

"Char?" Mineva couldn't understand what he was saying, but felt a little scared and reached out her little hand to try to touch his face.

"The so-called NewType is a self-help for humanity as a race, a trial to get rid of the old image of decay and move towards a higher form of life." Char grabbed Mineva's small hand and put it on his face, "But there is no more time to evolve step by step. I don't know when the final judgment will be, but humanity is coming closer and closer to doomsday. There is no time to wait for New Type to slowly appear, it must be facilitated by ourselves, even if it is by the most extreme methods."

"The modification of the gamma ray laser cannon went well." Haman knew that the most extreme method Char was referring to was this, "It's really ironic. It was designed as a system to charge the spacecraft's solar sail to keep humans away from Earth, but now, it has become a weapon aimed at Earth. Char, won't you give her a proper name?"

" Let's call it Genesis, how about it, Haman?" Char gave his answer with a little contemplation, "Instead of letting unknown creatures judge humanity, let's create a new future ourselves."

"A very good name, full of the power of belief." Haman smiled with satisfaction, so this is the confident Char she likes, "So far, everything is going well. Some of the uranium is already being mined. By the time Genesis is all done, Speaker Zala will have completed his mission. The humans will be forced to leave Earth, and your domination of the race's future will surely succeed."

"Nothing is certain to succeed, and overconfidence can be our own stumbling block. Haman, the triumph in your life has made you careless." Char put Minerva to the ground and stood up, "I'm walking a tightrope from start to finish, and failure is more than possible. If I fail, just take Mineva and leave PLANT. Don't continue to be entangled in the whirlpool of politics."

"Why? Don't you believe in my ability? Even if it's just me, I can continue your will."

"If I fail, it means that this path is not going to work, and there is no point in continuing to dwell on it, and it is not good for Mineva's growth." Char took Mineva's small hand, "You have to remember to educate her so she doesn't become the next Zabi. To make her a good woman who is free of prejudice and knows how to love."

"But isn't it only a matter of time before humanity is finished? And where can we escape to if we leave PLANT?" Haman showed her disapproval, "If what you say is true, will Mineva live long enough to see that?"

"Go to the moon." Char sighed regretfully once again, "The only one who understands it is there. I hope he knows what he's doing."

"So what the hell am I doing?" Ade sighed impotently, what he was doing now had nothing to do with science anymore. It should be the realm of psychology, no, metaphysics now.

After falling asleep on the couch last night listening to Lacus's song, the young girl surprisingly sat with him on the couch all night, and after he woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Lacus leaning back on the couch in a sleeping position. No matter how he thought about it, he felt guilty.

However, due to the encouragement of the girl, he had the delusion that he could still fight, so he got up and found Loran and TurnA to start the second round of the battle.

After double-checking with Loran, he got two pieces of bad news.

The first is that TurnX really doesn't exist. It's been decades since the relics were discovered, and everything has long since been excavated and sorted out. Loran swears that while most things can't be shown to him yet, there's absolutely nothing called TurnX or that looks like TurnX.

The second is that TurnA has been unable to shut down for a long time. This is not a recent thing, but has been the case since Loran got TurnA. Usually, the so-called shutdown or reboot is just resetting the state of the operating system The core energy can not be turned off, both the MS fuselage and the core fighter.

The second point, in Ade's view, should be the effect of the virus. In order for the erosion to proceed smoothly, refusing to be cut off is the proper quality of a good virus. Now thinking about it, it was too easy for him to get the nanobots before, and now he guessed it was because of this virus. It seemed that the erosion had destroyed part of TurnA's functionality at that time.

Let him fix TurnA - it is not realistic. Even he himself does not believe that he can remove this virus. But he can struggle to find a way to stop the energy of TurnA, so that the erosion of the virus will be forcibly suspended. If he succeeded, at least he doesn't have to worry about TurnA blowing up at any moment.

But scientific means can no longer work, and he is now looking for clues in metaphysical means. TurnA has more than three hundred languages to choose from, that is to say, there are more than three hundred different kinds of system halted interfaces. Ade is looking one by one along the way. By the time he finished watching the three hundred interfaces, his own eyes would be probably almost ruined.

He himself has designed operating systems for MSs. Although the operating systems he made usually have only a dozen languages to choose, however, there must be Simplified Chinese, and he will definitely add some hard-to-find Easter eggs in the interface of Simplified Chinese, which is consistent with his bad taste in the papers. As far as he knew, Dr. Minovsky was similar to him. He would also add some Easter eggs in his native language to his works during his lifetime.

The more distinguished people in a certain field, be it science or art, the more they like to add hidden Easter eggs to their works, and the mother tongue is often the best soil for the Easter eggs to hide.

What Ade is doing now is praying that TurnA's OS writer is a guy who shares his bad taste, and trying to find the writer's native language out of more than 300 languages.

That's right, it doesn't have a dime to do with scientific research anymore, it's pure metaphysics. Dr. Lingus, who was at his wits' end, began to make every possible effort.

After browsing for an unknown period of time, changing nearly three hundred languages in a row, Ade felt that he was about to start having hallucinations. At this moment, he finally found something so light that he could barely see it on the interface. He even went to wash his face in case he was really hallucinating.

"You must be kidding me." He wondered if he would be better off going to wash his face again, "Simplified Chinese?!"