"Is this an ominous sign?" He thought to himself. But he knew that there was no turning back at this moment, and they could only move forward bravely. There was a fork in the road ahead. One path led to a deep valley, which was said to hide countless dangers; the other path meandered to the distant mountain peaks, and perhaps the dawn of hope could be seen on the top of the mountain. Xiao Yi stopped and looked at his companions. Everyone's eyes were full of hesitation and confusion. "No matter what, we have to make a choice." Xiao Yi broke the silence, and his voice was particularly clear in the silent air. They stood at the fork in the road, their hearts filled with fear and expectation for the future, not knowing what challenges and opportunities would be waiting for them, the glory of success, or the frustration of failure. But no matter what, they were ready to meet it and explore the unknown destiny.

In the base's solemn conference room, the top brass sat around a massive conference table, their expressions grim. The dim lighting illuminated their furrowed brows and heavy expressions. To prevent potentially irreconcilable conflicts, after long, intense discussions and careful deliberation, the base's leadership finally made the controversial decision: to divide the base into zones for those with special abilities and those without. The announcement of the decision sent the entire base into an uproar. The task force tasked with implementing the decision sprang into action. They first conducted a detailed survey of the base's terrain, attempting to determine the most appropriate boundaries for the zones. Across the once tranquil landscape, surveyors busily moved about, their instruments humming with a constant beeping, their faces etched with concentration and seriousness. Numerous factors must be considered in the demarcation process. Resource allocation became the primary challenge, requiring the replanning and adjustment of water, food, and energy infrastructure. Planners, grappling with complex charts and data, toiled day and night, striving to ensure that each zone received a relatively fair share of resources. Simultaneously, the construction of residential facilities was also pressing. Construction workers bustled about in every corner, the roar of cranes and the clatter of hammers mingling in a chorus of intense yet orderly construction. New houses and streets were gradually taking shape on previously empty land. Public services, such as medical centers, schools, and entertainment venues, also needed to be strategically located based on the area's population and needs. Educators and medical professionals participated in discussions, offering suggestions to ensure the quality of life for residents in each area. The zoning process inevitably involved the relocation and resettlement of residents, which sparked dissatisfaction and resistance among some residents. Workers patiently explained and reassured them, striving to resolve any conflicts and ensure the smooth progress of the relocation. The entire base seemed like a vast construction site, bustling with activity and a tense atmosphere. All this was done to ensure the smooth implementation of a difficult decision and maintain stability and harmony within the base. But no one could predict with certainty what the future would hold; one could only grope forward on this uncertain path.

The decision to separate the psychic and ordinary people was like a bombshell, instantly detonating throughout the base and causing a massive stir. The news spread like wildfire, spreading through every corner of the base. Initially, people could barely believe their ears. Then, a violent reaction ensued. In the base's square, a group of ordinary residents gathered, their anger flaring like a flame. "What a ridiculous decision! Why are they separating us?" a middle-aged man shouted, waving his arms, his face flushed with emotion. "We've always lived together, built this base together, and now we're being divided like this! It's so unfair!" a woman cried, her eyes filled with grievance and confusion. Meanwhile, the psychics were also dissatisfied with the decision. "Isn't this creating divisions? We've never felt any different from everyone else!" One psychic clenched his fists, his voice filled with frustration. At school, the children's peaceful studies were also disrupted by the sudden news. "I don't want to be separated from my best friend. We've always gone to school and played together," a little girl said, holding her friend's hand, tears welling up in her eyes. Inside the factory, workers paused their work, discussing the situation. "Will this division affect our work and production?" Everyone was worried, fearing that life would become even more difficult in the future. At the market, the once bustling scene had turned chaotic. Stallholders were disinterested in their business, while customers were heatedly debating the decision. "Will the flow of goods be restricted? Will prices rise?" Concerns swirled. Social media within the base was abuzz with people sharing their opinions. Some objected, calling it a violation of unity; others tried to understand the leadership's difficulties, but couldn't hide their unease. For a time, the base was plunged into chaos and confusion. Fear and uncertainty filled the people about the future, and the impact of this decision continued to unfold.

"Why are we divided like this? Aren't we one?" These questions, rife with anger and bewilderment, echoed in every corner of the base. Waves of opposition surged, crashing against every inch of the ground. Emotions ran high in the base's central square. An elderly man, leaning on a cane, spoke with a trembling yet resolute voice, "We've weathered storms together, resisted enemies together, built our home together. How can we be torn apart so easily now?" Tears welled in his eyes, his weathered face etched with the pain of this decision. A young worker dropped his tools and shouted, "This division makes no sense! We work together, united as one, and now we're being torn apart by such an inexplicable decision. How can we continue our work?" Veins bulged in his forehead, his anger evident. A mother hugged her child tightly, sobbing, "My child has friends with special abilities and friends with ordinary abilities. They grew up and played together. How much harm will this division cause to their young hearts?" However, despite the overwhelming opposition, the base's leadership seemed resolute. Heavily armed law enforcement officers appeared on the streets, their faces expressionless, their icy gazes chilling. A stern warning blared from the loudspeaker: "The decision has been made, it must be implemented. Any disobedience will be severely punished!" Those who had been protesting gradually lost their voices under the immense pressure. But their eyes remained filled with resentment and resentment. Both those with special abilities and those without them were forced to migrate. The roadsides were crowded with silent crowds, watching their familiar homes fade away, their hearts filled with helplessness and sorrow. Children clutched each other's hands, unwilling to part, but were forcibly pulled apart, their cries echoing through the empty streets. A high barrier was erected at the border of the newly demarcated area. The cold barbed wire gleamed in the sunlight, a cruel mockery of the people's former unity and friendship. Although the decision was enforced, opposition persisted. Instead, it gathered within the hearts of the people, becoming a latent force, eager for the day when this unjust division could be broken and the once intact and warm base could be reclaimed.

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