Seeing these guys were so understanding, Qin Zhongquan nodded in satisfaction. Delegating such boring and troublesome tasks to subordinates is a leader's privilege. It has nothing to do with personal experience or learning ability; it's simply the alienation of class status. It can be said that anyone, as long as they manage the scale of rewards and punishments, can always reap a sufficient reward from this kind of exploitation. He listened to the continuous menu of dishes on the channel, his thoughts quickly jumping elsewhere.
That's a story.
It seemed like a bedtime story. The adoptive mother sat by the bed, flipping through a flexible terminal that looked like a paper book. The dim bedside lamp adjusted the room to a peaceful and warm tone. Her gentle pupils, like a clear spring under the moon, reflected her own appearance - a little boy with black eyes and yellow skin, wrapped in a quilt with only his head exposed.
"Okay, tonight we're going to talk about the history of the community in the year 52 of the Star Calendar. Are you ready?" The foster mother cleared her throat. Her voice sounded a little hoarse, different from the previous recording, but generally very similar.
"Of course!" Qin Zhongquan "heard" his own answer. "You mentioned yesterday that the period from 1951 to 1955 was the most tense for the entire community. I looked up information today, and it says online that 'although there is a final conclusion, the current situation is not as good as before.'"
The foster mother blinked, and a layer of water film covered her conjunctiva.
"Child, you must know that what you see is not necessarily the truth," she said. "History is always only part of history, and the truth is always only one-sided. What you see is only what they want you to see, and you will have to protect your own secrets."
Qin Zhongquan didn’t know whether he understood it at the time, but he “saw” that the little man in his adoptive mother’s eyes moved.
My adoptive mother continued, "In January of 1952, the solar system was peaceful, with no signs of major events. In February, the then-leader delivered an important speech, announcing the start of a new round of planetary migration, marking the Community's third expansion. They had already completed mapping routes across the asteroid belt. In March, the first census took place as scheduled. In April, a serious spacecraft collision occurred in Mars orbit, killing 1,147 citizens, including 19 active-duty officers on leave. The specific cause of the accident is unknown and cannot be found online. In May, the leader, who had disappeared for three months, reappeared in public, but decades later it was confirmed to be an AI-generated hologram. This means that our current virtual space technology was already mature at that time. In June, the leadership election began. There were eleven candidates, but the majority were from Earth, not Mars, the economic and political center at the time."
"Hmm? Wait..." Qin Zhongquan "heard" himself asking, "So, there's been no news from that leader for a whole quarter? Is that possible in the Community Era?"
"Of course, you have to know that the community has only a short history of 257 years, but it has replaced as many as forty leaders, and it has never been as chaotic as it is now. Moreover, even now, most political entities do not rely on the personal charm of the leader to maintain social stability." The adoptive mother replied.
"So that's how it is!"
The adoptive mother smiled and nodded, her eyes fixed on the little person on the bed. Qin Zhongquan didn't know if this was the result of her training, but the smile, which seemed to come from the heart, still made him feel warm. At least, he could be sure that his adoptive mother loved him.
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