Super Trick or Treat System

Then we walked away together and returned to the street sweeper's house. We walked in silence.

In this way, every night, when the starry sky is high and the street sweeper is sitting in the city theater, we, equal to 7-2521, sneak away and walk through the darkness to our place. It's easy to leave the theater. When the candles were blown and the actors stepped onto the stage, when we climbed under the seats and under the tent cloth, we couldn't see our eyes. Later, when the column left the theater, it was easily stolen from the shadows and lined up next to International 4-8818. The streets are completely dark and there are no people around, because no one has a task to walk through the city, no one can pass through the city. Every night, we rushed to the canyon, and then removed the stones piled on the iron grill to hide them from people. Three hours every night

We stole candles from the house of the road sweeper, we also stole flint, knives and paper, and brought them to this place. We stole glass vials, powder and acid from the scholar's house. Now we sit in the tunnel for three hours every night and then study. We melted the strange metal, mixed the acid, and then cut open the carcasses of the animals found in Cespur. We built an oven with bricks collected on the street. We burned the wood found in the ravine. The flame in the oven flickered, and there was a blue shadow on the wall beating, no one disturbed us.

Our manuscript was stolen. This is a very serious crime. The manuscript is precious, because the brothers from the Clerk’s House spent a year copying a script in clear handwriting. Few manuscripts are kept in the scholar's house. So we sat underground and read the stolen script. Two years have passed since we found this place. In these two years, we have learned more knowledge than ten years in the student home.

We have learned what is not in the script. We have solved secrets that scholars don't know. Let's see how great the undeveloped things are. Many lives will not bring us to the end. But we don't want our pursuit to be endless. We don't want anything, except to be alone and study, and every day it seems that our eyes are sharper and sharper than that of an eagle and clearer than that of a crystal.

The strange is the evil way. We are fake in our brother's face. We ignore the wishes of our Council. Among the thousands of people on this planet, we are the only one who has no purpose in the work done in this hour, it is just that we wish to do so. The sin of our crime is not detectable by the human mind. If discovered, the essence of our punishment is not the deep thinking of human beings. Never, not to commemorate the ancients, no one has done what we are doing.

However, we have no shame and no regrets. We say to ourselves that we are despicable traitors. But we have no mental burdens, and no inner fears. In our opinion, our spirit is very clear, like a lake plagued by sunless eyes. In our hearts, there is a strange path of evil! In our hearts, it is the peace we know for the first time in twenty years.

the second part

Freedom 5-3000...Freedom 53,000...Freedom 5-3000...

We hope to write this name. We want to speak, but we dare not speak softly. Because men are forbidden to pay attention to women, and women are forbidden to pay attention to men. But what we think of is a woman named 5-3000, and no other women. Women assigned to soil cultivation live in peasant houses outside the city. At the end of the city, there is a road that curves to the north. Our street sweeper must keep the road clean until the first milestone. There is a hedge on the road, and beyond the hedge is the field. The fields are black. They are cultivated into fields. They lie in front of us like a big fan. The furrows are gathered in the other hand outside the sky and stick out from that hand. When they approach us, the opening between them is It was opened, like thin green sequins gleaming on the black pleats. Women work in the fields, and the white coat in the wind is like the wings of a seagull beating on the black soil.

There, we saw Freedom 5-3000 walking along the furrow. Their bodies are straight and thin as iron swords. Their eyes are dark and hard, luminous, without fear, without mercy, without inner. Their hair is as golden as the sun. Their hair was flying in the wind, shiny and wild, as if ignoring the shackles of men. They threw the seeds from their hands, as if they were going to drop a despicable gift, and the earth was a beggar at their feet.

We stand still; we know fear for the first time, then pain. And we still stand not to let this pain be more precious than enjoying pleasure.

Then, we heard other people's voice calling their name: "5-3000", they turned and walked back. Then we knew their names and stood watching them go until their white coats were lost in the blue mist.

The next day, when we came to North Road, we kept staring at the 5-3000 in the field. Every day since then, we all know the cause of the waiting time on the North Road. Then, we check 5-3000 every day. We don’t know if they are also looking at us, but we think they did. One day they approached the hedge, and suddenly they turned to us. They turned around, and the movement of their bodies suddenly stopped, as if they were being severed. They are still like rocks, looking directly at us, looking directly into our eyes. There is no smile on their faces and no welcome. But their faces tightened and their eyes darkened. Then they quickly turned around and left us.

But the next day, when we came to the road, they laughed. They smile at us and at us. We answered with a smile. Their heads were tilted back, their arms fell back, as if their arms and thin white necks suddenly became very tired. They are not looking at us, but in the sky. Then they glanced at us from their shoulders, as if they felt their hands touching our body, sliding lightly from our lips to our feet.

Every morning after that, we greet each other with our eyes. We dare not speak. Talking with people in other industries, except in groups in social meetings, is a sin. But once, we stood by a hedge, raised our hands to our foreheads, and then slowly moved our palms down to 5-3000. If others saw them, they might have guessed nothing, because it looks like we are blocking the sun. But Liberty 5-3000 saw and understood it. They raised their hands to their foreheads and moved it like we did. Therefore, every day, we greet Liberty 5-3000, and they answer that no one can doubt.

We are not surprised at our new sin. This is our second priority crime, because we did not think of all the brothers as we must, but only one of them, their name is Liberty 5-3000. We don't know why we thought of them. We don't know why, when we think of them, we suddenly feel that the earth is beautiful, it is not a burden of life. We no longer treat them as 5-3000. We gave them a name in our minds. We call them "Golden Men". But it is a sin to give a man a name that is different from other men. But we call them "golden men" because they are not like others. The golden man is not like the others.

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