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

"You need to be fixed."

When Xu Wangshu said this, no one in the main control room responded.

All screens are still displaying the final message from the Deep Space Divine Court.

[It is recommended that the human realm stabilize the Gonggong variable before the next manifestation of the spark.]

Suggest.

These two words sound mild, but everyone knows that the Old Gods System's advice is never really advice. It simply replaces the countdown with a more polite notification.

Mars' Zhurongtai has become invisible, the Cleaner launch was forcibly aborted, and the Beitianmen patrol mission has been suspended. Humanity has temporarily won a battle, but has not yet had a real chance to catch its breath.

Because Lin Jibai is still in the toolbox.

The old toolbox sat in the center of the conference table, its exterior scratched, its handles worn smooth, with a copy of the patch tape and a few temporary sensor chips attached to its side. It looked like a box any repairman would casually grab and carry.

But now, the Moon Far Side Lighthouse, the Human Testimony Network, fragments of the Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau, and the Deep Space Divine Court Observation Records are all pressed on this box.

Lin Xiaoman held her father's employee badge, her eyes red.

"How do I fix it?"

Xu Wangshu did not answer immediately.

She took the fragment of Nuwa out of the isolation box and placed it next to the toolbox through three layers of stabilizing membrane.

Blue cracks lit up.

[Gonggong-side variable: Semi-collection state.]

[Risk: Loosening of identity boundaries.]

Recommendation: Repair the seams.

Lu Chengong frowned: "When it says 'mending the seams,' does it mean restoring the person, or eliminating the trouble altogether?"

No one found that rude.

Because this is exactly what everyone is most worried about.

The old Heavenly Court spoke of archiving, the Northern Heavenly Gate spoke of border verification, the Deep Space Divine Court spoke of order, and the Zhurong Platform spoke of fire. The Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau sounds most like it's on the side of humanity, but it's not human either.

It repairs cracks.

If Lin Jibai is identified as a crack, will it also repair Lin Jibai?

The flashlight in the toolbox flickered.

Lin Jibai's voice was clearer than in Chapter 90, but there was still a faint static.

"Let's make this clear first, don't turn it into something else."

Xu Wangshu looked at him.

"Won't."

"And don't turn it into an obedient version."

"Furthermore."

"It's best not to be too expensive."

Lin Xiaoman held back for a long time, then finally cried out, "Brother!"

Lin Jibai quieted down.

A few seconds later, he said in a low voice, "I was just afraid you'd be too nervous."

Qin Lan opened the meeting minutes.

"First, define the objective. The recycling mission is not about strengthening, upgrading, sealing, or creating a controllable core."

Xu Wangshu continued: "There is only one goal: to ensure that Lin Jibai returns to the human world in accordance with his own will and memories."

Wen Zhaolin sat in the corner, his face still pale from blood loss.

Upon hearing the words "personal will," he raised his eyes slightly.

In the past, Tianheng never put these four characters on the first line.

They can write about efficiency, stability, risk-reward ratio, and system compatibility.

People will be placed in the appendix.

Xu Wangshu submitted the proposal to the public review interface.

[Lin Jibai's Stable Recovery Plan: Draft 1.]

[Principle 1: My personal preference.]

[Principle Two: Do ​​not completely block out the co-work variable.]

[Principle 3: Do not sever the connection to the lighthouse on the far side of the moon.]

[Principle Four: Any remedy must be revocable, verifiable, and suspendable by the individual involved.]

The fragment of Nuwa lit up.

[Remediation can be reversed: costs are rising.]

Xu Wangshu said coldly, "Cost is not the primary criterion."

The fragment paused.

【receive. 】

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow: "It actually listens?"

"It's not listening," Wen Zhaolin suddenly said, "it's verifying the priority of the rules."

Xu Wangshu looked at him.

Wen Zhaolin explained in a low voice, "The Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau is different from the old Heavenly Court. The old Heavenly Court prioritized order, while the Nuwa Mending the Sky Bureau prioritizes cracks. As long as we can prove that 'humans being repaired' is also a crack, it won't act easily."

Lin Jibai chuckled.

"It sounds like I need to prove I'm not a patch."

"No," Xu Wangshu said, "we are the ones who prove it."

She unfolded the moon map.

Three lines float on the screen.

The first item is the ground carrier for the toolbox.

The second one is the echo of the lighthouse on the far side of the moon.

Article 3: Unarchived memories related to Lin Jibai in the Human Testimony Network.

"Currently, your existence is scattered across three places," Xu Wangshu said. "The toolbox is responsible for actions and sounds, the lighthouse retains the Gonggong variable and the Buzhou echo, and the testimony network retains other people's memories of you. The problem is that these three have no stable anchor point and can only be held together by temporary agreements."

Lin Xiaoman immediately asked, "What is an anchor point?"

Xu Wangshu looked at the toolbox.

"It can prove that he is Lin Jibai, and not some system function."

The main control room fell silent again.

This definition is too simplistic.

That's too difficult.

Lin Jibai spoke first.

"Do repair records count?"

Xu Wangshu was taken aback.

"What?"

"I used to write a lot of violation signs in the space city," he said. "Don't block the leaks, don't take the shortcuts, and you have to tap a switch to turn it on. Only I could write these things, and only I know why I wrote them."

Lu Chenggong couldn't help but say, "You're quite proud of yourself."

"Of course I'm proud of the violation mark that saved my life."

Xu Wangshu's eyes gradually brightened.

She understood what Lin Jibai meant.

It's not a grand memory.

It's not a mythological privilege.

It is not a Gonggong variable.

These are the concrete traces he left in the world as an ordinary repairman.

Qin Lan immediately ordered: "Retrieve the old maintenance files of the space city, the exhibition hall surveillance footage, the underground utility tunnel markings, and the outsourced shift schedules."

Lin Xiaoman held up her father's employee badge.

"And the bedtime stories my brother used to record for me."

The flashlight in the toolbox suddenly shone very faintly.

"I don't need that."

"Use it," Xu Wangshu said.

"Dr. Xu, please grant me some privacy."

"No privacy. You're now a major recycling target."

Lin Xiaoman stopped crying and started laughing.

Just then, a new submission popped up on the public review interface.

Source: Tianheng residual node.

Submitted by: Wen Qingyue.

[Oppose Draft One.]

Lin Jibai's current situation transcends the definition of an individual and should be considered a core element of public safety.

[Recommendation: Freeze my right to suspend [the suspension].]

Xu Wangshu's eyes instantly turned cold.

Wen Qingyue did not disappear.

She simply changed battlefields.

Under everyone's gaze, a line of text slowly emerged from the fragment of Nuwa.

[If my right to suspend is frozen, the object of repair will be changed to: the crack under takeover.]