DPM Chapter 60-Happiness Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
Time passed quickly. In the final days, although there’d been no official acknowledgement about ship tickets, almost everyone knew what was going on.
A few soldiers lost control, making disruptions. However, the majority of the soldiers still had delusions of receiving a ticket and obeyed orders to suppress the rioting.
People were executed nearly every day. Almost every day the ship ticket matter had variables.
The stringent system and discipline that had been established from the beginning started to slowly deteriorate. Despairing of ever getting a ticket, some people begin to leave, seeking some other way of survival. While others strove to keep trying.
Small numbers of soldiers began to flee. In Wu Xingyun’s dorm room, two beds became vacated.
Ten days away from the take-off date that Wu Xingyun remembered, the matter of ship tickets was at last made public.
The coalition government, the fledgling that would become the Federation, announced the list of names of all those who’d acquired tickets.
It was doomed to a frantic, awful day. Some people shed involuntary bitter tears. Some were wild with joy. Others, desperate, took risks they’d shouldn’t have, suicidally attacking.
Another three beds were empty in Wu Xingyun’s dorm room. Initially, he’d lived with sixteen people, but now there were only eleven.
Ten of them officially had ship tickets, leaving one out-of-luck fellow behind. Bawling, he wailed: “I’ve worked so hard. So much effort this whole last year! For what?! Why not me?! Why?!!”
After that, the man rushed out of the dorm room with his gun, opening fire at random out in the street.
""Soon enough, the disturbed soldier was arrested and given the death penalty.
Ye Fan no longer had missions to carry out. Anxious about Wu Xingyun’s safety, Ye Fan spent virtually all his free time at Wu Xingyun’s side.
Even doing that, Ye Fan couldn’t rest assured, afraid of something unexpected happening to Wu Xingyun.
Ye Fan had heard about the dorm next door to Wu Xingyun. In the middle of the night, there’d been a homicide case, everyone in the dorm murdered by a man who couldn’t leave Earth.
So upon Ye Fan’s request, Wu Xingyun slept in Ye Fan’s small dorm room in the basement, where there was only two bunk beds.
The other three who had been bunking there were gone, and Ye Fan had the place to himself.
Since arriving in these last days, for the first time Wu Xingyun experienced this type of turmoil coming from the army.
Despite not wanting to admit it, Wu Xingyun understood clearly that the riots and disturbances had been created completely by the abandonment.
In the beginning, Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun had been utterly happy about receiving their tickets. But as time passed, their feelings became mixed, a vague heavy mood weighing down on them.
An atmosphere hung in the air, hope and evil, light and darkness, sickly harmonizing together.
One day Peng Dawei came looking for Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun. He said he’d finally found a camera, and he wanted to take pictures of everyone before they departed the planet.
Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan, Dai Rong, Luo Ying, almost all of them, had their photo taken by Peng Dawei and printed out.
Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun posed for several pictures together. With just a slight twist of his neck, Wu Xingyun could always see Ye Fan’s loving gaze resting on himself.
During this short period before leaving, the two of them had nothing to hide. Besides, Ye Fan’s fervent looks were undisguisable to those who knew them.
Peng Dawei aimed his camera, instructing the two men to pose together: “A little to the left, Ye Fan. No, a tiny bit to the right. Good. Give one smile, so you look like a couple!”
Snug in Ye Fan’s arms, Wu Xingyun gave a brilliant smile.
Behind him, a janitor jumped from the highest base building, a man who hadn’t obtained a ticket.
The moment Peng Dawei pressed the shutter, the janitor’s head hit the ground.
The flashing light recording the last moment.
The warmth of two people holding each other. The trajectory of the dead. Fixed on a digital chip, unchanging through the millennium.
DPM Chapter 60-Happiness Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
Time passed quickly. In the final days, although there’d been no official acknowledgement about ship tickets, almost everyone knew what was going on.
A few soldiers lost control, making disruptions. However, the majority of the soldiers still had delusions of receiving a ticket and obeyed orders to suppress the rioting.
People were executed nearly every day. Almost every day the ship ticket matter had variables.
The stringent system and discipline that had been established from the beginning started to slowly deteriorate. Despairing of ever getting a ticket, some people begin to leave, seeking some other way of survival. While others strove to keep trying.
Small numbers of soldiers began to flee. In Wu Xingyun’s dorm room, two beds became vacated.
Ten days away from the take-off date that Wu Xingyun remembered, the matter of ship tickets was at last made public.
The coalition government, the fledgling that would become the Federation, announced the list of names of all those who’d acquired tickets.
It was doomed to a frantic, awful day. Some people shed involuntary bitter tears. Some were wild with joy. Others, desperate, took risks they’d shouldn’t have, suicidally attacking.
Another three beds were empty in Wu Xingyun’s dorm room. Initially, he’d lived with sixteen people, but now there were only eleven.
Ten of them officially had ship tickets, leaving one out-of-luck fellow behind. Bawling, he wailed: “I’ve worked so hard. So much effort this whole last year! For what?! Why not me?! Why?!!”
After that, the man rushed out of the dorm room with his gun, opening fire at random out in the street.
""Soon enough, the disturbed soldier was arrested and given the death penalty.
Ye Fan no longer had missions to carry out. Anxious about Wu Xingyun’s safety, Ye Fan spent virtually all his free time at Wu Xingyun’s side.
Even doing that, Ye Fan couldn’t rest assured, afraid of something unexpected happening to Wu Xingyun.
Ye Fan had heard about the dorm next door to Wu Xingyun. In the middle of the night, there’d been a homicide case, everyone in the dorm murdered by a man who couldn’t leave Earth.
So upon Ye Fan’s request, Wu Xingyun slept in Ye Fan’s small dorm room in the basement, where there was only two bunk beds.
The other three who had been bunking there were gone, and Ye Fan had the place to himself.
Since arriving in these last days, for the first time Wu Xingyun experienced this type of turmoil coming from the army.
Despite not wanting to admit it, Wu Xingyun understood clearly that the riots and disturbances had been created completely by the abandonment.
In the beginning, Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun had been utterly happy about receiving their tickets. But as time passed, their feelings became mixed, a vague heavy mood weighing down on them.
An atmosphere hung in the air, hope and evil, light and darkness, sickly harmonizing together.
One day Peng Dawei came looking for Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun. He said he’d finally found a camera, and he wanted to take pictures of everyone before they departed the planet.
Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan, Dai Rong, Luo Ying, almost all of them, had their photo taken by Peng Dawei and printed out.
Ye Fan and Wu Xingyun posed for several pictures together. With just a slight twist of his neck, Wu Xingyun could always see Ye Fan’s loving gaze resting on himself.
During this short period before leaving, the two of them had nothing to hide. Besides, Ye Fan’s fervent looks were undisguisable to those who knew them.
Peng Dawei aimed his camera, instructing the two men to pose together: “A little to the left, Ye Fan. No, a tiny bit to the right. Good. Give one smile, so you look like a couple!”
Snug in Ye Fan’s arms, Wu Xingyun gave a brilliant smile.
Behind him, a janitor jumped from the highest base building, a man who hadn’t obtained a ticket.
The moment Peng Dawei pressed the shutter, the janitor’s head hit the ground.
The flashing light recording the last moment.
The warmth of two people holding each other. The trajectory of the dead. Fixed on a digital chip, unchanging through the millennium.
