He fell in love with her that day and couldn’t control himself anymore. She was the light for him. She was the ubiquitous light in his energy field. He wanted to take her and wanted her to belong to him forever. He was the machine man who was born to fight, and he only knew how to invade and occupy things. But he never won in front of her. When she made him angry, he would angrily take off all her clothes and tie her to the bed. He saw her soft body, and it was hard again. But he left after seeing her tears. He almost occupied this stubborn woman in a human way. But his woman made him soft-hearted. He had to take care of her and couldn’t hurt her a little bit.There was only himself in the last part of his memory about her. He held a glass and stood in a neat Commander uniform in the banquet hall while waiting for her in happiness. He was waiting for his beloved woman like a human. What was he thinking that day? He was thinking about the long red dress that he had chosen for her. It was the color of his eyes and her blood. He wanted her to be as gorgeous as a flower and as dazzling as a star. He was looking forward to her staying in his arms like a blooming flower, dancing with him for many songs and holding him and kissing him like lovers at night. He even thought that maybe he should let her know his feelings about her, which was not only the desire for possession. He liked her as he liked stars and the dew in the spring.It was a promise of a machine man. He wouldn’t lose to humans or limited time and life. He thought he could let her know tonight. His head was heavier at this moment. In the fuzziness, he saw that Heath Ledger’s body disappeared in the cabin and that the energy knife was taken back with the power of eliminating everything. He suddenly couldn’t remember what he was thinking. A woman? Who was that? Who cried so sadly in his arms, which made him so cold and upset as if he was drenched by the rain in the summer? Why was he so anxious? Who smiled at him so brightly like a star which made him infatuated? Whose body was so sweet and soft that made him think about it all day like an inexperienced man? Who, in a red dress, smiled like a beautiful flower in his arms? Who danced with him for a whole night? What did he want to say to her? What was in his heart? Why couldn’t he remember those important words? But how could a machine man have a heart or love? He was born to fight. He lived for the Empire as a machine. How could he fall in love with someone one day? His world was forever quiet now. The energy knife and the pain in his body both disappeared. What was dead quietly but painfully in his energy field? Why was he here? Wasn’t he the most loyal Commander in the First Machine Civilization? How could he have such a messy energy field and complicated emotions? He tried to relax because his energy field needed to sleep.The moment he lost consciousness, he heard a strange man’s voice, saying intermittently, “I swear by my loyalty to the Empire...I won’t hurt her or occupy her. Before she dies naturally, I won’t transform her. No one could treat her better than me.” “I’ll give her freedom as long as she comes back.” As long as she came back. Come back to me because that was the only thing I loved and had forgotten in the past thousands of years. But what was that? His consciousness was suddenly hurt by pain like a deep wound in his bone, which couldn’t be healed anymore. The quiet energy field was suddenly turbulent like a storm. What was it? What was it on earth? What made him toss and turn restlessly?What made him fall willingly? What would he miss day and night in his immortal machine life? He didn’t have the chance to figure it out. His explosive energy field engulfed his consciousness, which he struggled to maintain like a black hole. **** In 1632 of the Alliance’s calendar, when the war ended for two months. Sky City, the location of the Alliance’s presidential palace. The lights were all full-on in the presidential palace of Sterling’s. The private road outside the villa on the mountain top was crowded with limos, and there were Cheetahs, Vipers, Zerg planes, and Animals of Light and Shadow on the parking apron behind the mountain. It was the private banquet held by Wade Sterling today. Two moons were floating above people’s heads as if they could touch the moons with their fingers. On the lawn covered with silver light, the men in neat uniforms held hands with ladies wearing beautiful makeup, and they talked and laughed. Wade was standing in the crowd. The people around him were the most powerful ones in the Alliance. Yorick Gabe, who was wearing the turquoise uniform of the ancient men, had a pair of beautiful eyes that were prettier than women and always seemed to be smiling. Veronica must be the most attractive woman, though she might not be the most beautiful one. She stood out among the men with her eyes shining like water. Malcolm Gerald, who was over forty years old, was still a powerful mercenary, though he had forced Harrison Gates to be the Commander. Evan Silas, who changed his body, looked different from before, but he still looked sharp and solemn.At last, it was Patrick Lewis, who was wearing a black and gold uniform of Marshal and still looked handsome. He was talking with Kahlil Silas beside him, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked in another direction. What was he looking at? Kahlil couldn’t help but look in the same direction. Others all noticed them. Although they were still talking and smiling, they all tried to find out what Patrick was looking at. There was only one answer. He was looking at Emerald Wilson. A woman with her black hair hung down over her shoulder like silk was standing beside a belt of green plants that were as tall as a man at the entrance in the corner of the lawn. She was wearing a long black dress which highlighted her exquisite body and made her look fair and clean. She wore a little makeup, and her eyes were bright and clear. She looked around and seemed to be looking for something. Then Patrick strode to her.