残次品 (The Defectives)

About

Writer: Priest

JJWXC status: Complete, 197 Chapters + 6 Extras.
Translation status: Complete.
Genre: Sci-fi, Space Opera, Action, Mecha, BL

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Summary

"Who will be the one to bury mankind, Orwell or Huxley? No need to give your answer so quick. Let's read a story first.

When Lu Bixing, a hipster from the Eighth Galaxy, fell in love with a gangster called B4, he didn't know that his darling muffin was Commodore Lin Jingheng, the commander of Silver Fortress. As they knew each other further, the world changed dramatically: Interstellar pirates invaded the Interstellar Union. The nasty secrets about Eden emerged in front of them. Lu's pedigree was found to be unbelievably mysterious.

But all they wanted was each other, no matter how peculiar the world was around them.

In a sentence, it's a story about conspiracies and murders, gentlemen and villains, love and hatred.

Coming back to the question, the answer is: "Humans are born from belief, die of belief, and reborn from the ashes of belief." 

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Quotes

• The high-pressure societal structure made it easy for people to develop mental disorders; a high percentage of illness was psychological, and as a result, indirectly helped develop many dangerous cultures and ideologies back then. Some historians refer to that period as the 'Age of Neuroterrorism' to signify time where mankind became enslaved to their own heads. 

• Mankind, from the ancient industrial revelution ... actually even during the much older agricultural revolution, had already escaped the evolutionary process of natural selection. Pursuing pleasure was like a cancer written in the DNA.

• The fragments were his remains, the steele was his glory, the epaulette was his entire life's belief, and his lover was where his soul was laid to rest. 

• The world is changing too fast, maybe even once every ten years. Can you precisely predict what the next decade is going to be like? You whole life's going to be hundreds of years long, and if you can't eve predict the next ten years, then what makes you think that you can decide what is defective, and what is correct?

• This possession thing, it's like building a dam made of sand in a river and enclosing a bit of water. At birth you have nothing, and in death you take nothing. In a hundred years, the dam will collapse and the water will go into the sea with the sand. From the perspective of the universe, time is meaningless. At best, it will be left to somebody.