Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

Please prove that self-study was not out of control.

When this statement was posted on the Global Testimony Network, the first reactions were not technical discussions.

It was an argument.

Some say that the world is certainly out of control; war, pollution, inequality, data manipulation, and the mythical echoes hidden in commercial spaceflight—any one of these is enough to prove that humanity is unworthy of self-governance.

Some people retorted that if the human world is blamed for something, then handing it over to the Deep Space Divine Court is no different from handing over one's neck to the Old Heavenly Court.

Some people even dug up old propaganda from Tianheng, saying that Wen Zhaolin's judgment back then might not have been entirely wrong, and that the human world does indeed need a higher order.

The argument spread like wildfire.

Qin Lan's technical team turned pale as they watched the public channel.

"Should we use noise cancellation?"

Qin Lan did not answer immediately.

She looked at Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu shook his head.

"Don't lower the price."

"This is too messy," the technician said.

"Disorder is also evidence."

Xu Wangshu stared at the conflicting voices with a calm expression.

"The Deep Space Divine Court is asking if Self-Reflection is out of control. We can't fool them with a beautifully written report. That would be like the old Heavenly Court. We need to prove that even in a noisy world, mistakes can still be found."

Lu Chenggong lay on the treatment chair, his head aching from listening.

"So now you want to stir up a huge online argument?"

"It wasn't an argument," Xu Wangshu said. "It was a public review."

Lin Jibai's flashlight flashed once.

Translation: Arguing, but keeping a record.

"almost."

Qin Lan quickly released the rules.

[Self-study review open for submission.]

[Questioning of human autonomy is permitted.]

[Oppositions to deep space custody are permitted.]

[All viewpoints must be attributed to their sources.]

Forgery, proxy submission, and misleading submissions will be considered evidence against the submission.

Once this announcement was released, the public channel went from being a simple argument to receiving thousands of posts with sources.

Some submitted cases of failed environmental remediation efforts, while others submitted reports of subsequent restoration processes.

Some submitted records of chaotic emergency response to urban disasters, while others submitted records of grassroots self-rescue efforts and subsequent systemic revisions.

Some people submitted evidence that Tianheng Group had concealed old cases, while others submitted anonymous emails from Tianheng employees opposing the reopening of the case.

Wen Zhaolin watched in silence.

Until an internal email from ten years ago was unearthed.

The sender is not Lin Wangchuan.

He is an ordinary engineer at Tianheng.

The email was only a few lines long.

The complete repair argument lacks a negative feedback mechanism.

If the system automatically requests permissions, humans cannot refuse in time.

[It is recommended to pause.]

The final outcome of the email was: no reply.

As Wen Zhaolin looked at the email, his face gradually paled.

I've never seen it.

Xu Wangshu looked at him.

Are you sure?

Wen Zhaolin stared at the email for a long time before whispering, "I may have seen it before, but I treated it as a low priority."

Lu Chenggong sneered.

"Low priority saved your life, but you also buried it for ten years."

Wen Zhaolin did not refute.

He added this email to his supplementary record of incriminating evidence.

[There was a suggestion within Tianheng to suspend the complete repair process.]

I did not pay attention to this.

[This is a supplementary entry for a case of failed self-study.]

This supplementary recording actually stabilized the Testimony Network a bit.

Because it proves that there are warning signs in the world.

The warnings were suppressed.

Now, at least the previously suppressed warnings can be brought back to light.

Lin Xiaoman also submitted a very small document.

This is not evidence of mythology.

It's a record of her complaints from when she was previously hospitalized.

One night, the ward's nighttime monitor gave a false alarm, but the nurses' station didn't handle it promptly. Lin Jibai complained for three consecutive days, and finally the hospital replaced the outdated equipment.

She wrote:

I don't know if this counts as self-study.

But my brother said that if it breaks, we should report it for repair; if no one fixes it, we should keep reporting it.

This material has been forwarded by many people.

Not because it is grand.

Rather, it's because it's too human.

broken.

Report a repair.

No one is fixing it.

Continue reporting.

Xu Wangshu labeled it as a "low-level self-study sample".

The Deep Space Divine Court continues to receive these materials.

The white text on the inspector's outer shell kept flipping, as if it were processing a bunch of data it didn't like.

There are serious errors in human affairs.

[Errors exist in human records.]

[There exists a mechanism for rebuttal in the human world.]

[There is a delay in the repair process in the human realm.]

[Conflict determined.]

Lu Chenggong grinned when he saw the "Judgment Conflict".

"Another conflict. Do they particularly dislike this word?"

Lin Jibai: "I like it."

Xu Wangshu did not relax.

She knew that the Deep Space Divine Court would not be easily persuaded by a pile of materials.

Sure enough, the next review issue soon emerged.

If human self-cultivation is delayed, leading to large-scale damage, who will bear the cost?

This is another trap.

If the answer is that someone should bear the responsibility, then we return to the concept of single responsibility.

If the answer is no one will take responsibility, then it's escapism.

Qin Lan looked at Xu Wangshu.

Xu Wangshu remained silent for a moment.

"The cost cannot be borne by another person."

"It's not that there isn't any."

She wrote a reply.

The cost of delayed self-cultivation in the human realm will be borne jointly by institutional accountability, public record-keeping, compensation mechanisms, and subsequent corrections.

Humanity refuses to offset the system's errors with permanent sacrifices.

Lin Jibai's flashlight flashed very lightly.

This message is for everyone.

It was also written for him.

The Deep Space Divine Court fell silent once more.

This time, however, the nearby patrol officer did not ask any further questions.

It packages all the self-repaired samples and submits them to deep space.

A new judgment message appears on the main screen.

[The self-study certificate has entered the review stage.]

During the review process, a single, immediate fix is ​​required.

Lu Chen Gong frowned.

"Immediate repair of what?"

The next second, the global navigation offset reappeared.

A malfunctioning Tianheng satellite is falling toward the Near-Earth Testimony Node.