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Khốn nạn thằng mất dạy, chỉ thấy thương các em tiếp viên xinh đẹp, ngon nghẻ lại phải bú cặc, dạng lon` để cái buồi già của thằng Huệ đâm.
Đính chính: Phan Ngọc Linh, ko phải là Nguyễn Ngọc Linh
Nguyễn Đức Hạnh sinh năm 1978, ko phải là 1964
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• Thiếu Tướng Lê Minh Đảo Tư Lệnh Sư Đoàn 18 Bộ Binh tại Xuân Lộc 1975.

Câu nói nổi tiếng của Tướng Lê Minh Đảo tại Xuân Lộc:
""I will hold Long Khanh. I will knock them down here even if they bring here two divisions or three divisions..." (Tôi quyết giữ Long khánh. Tôi sẻ hạ gục họ tại đây ngay cả khi họ mang đến đây thêm 2 hay 3 sư đoàn nửa....).

• Sau 1975, ông bị bắt giam trong trại cải tạo tận 17 năm cùng với 3 vị tướng khác là Trần Bá Di, Đỗ Kế Giai và Lê Văn Thân. Sau cùng ông đã được qua Mỹ đoàn tụ gia đình theo diện HO và sống ở tiểu bang Connecticut đến khi qua đời ngày 19/3/2020.
  " Tôi còn muốn làm lính VNCH ở kiếp sau"
  

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Elder Manil Van stood at attention as Patriarch Van's hologram gave his speech to several waiting members of the Alliance. Most of them were military, though there were a few officials from Luna as well. His ship was now linked with the shuttle that would take them down to Luna for a check. And the shuttle itself was quite small, only capable of fitting the super soldiers and Manil Van himself.
He had a few guard androids with him and a very complex personal shield. The diplomatic visit was going to be kept pretty quiet, but it would still be happening.
Luke had expressed interest in showing Manil Van the culture of Luna. That surprised him, given that Luke was a super soldier. generally, those were just brainwashed and forced to follow orders. They didn't usually have personalities or things that they cared about. Of course, Luke's genetic history had remained a touchy subject for them, and Manil sensed it would always be so. They weren't going to be friends enough to share classified information.
When Patriarch Van finished speaking, the humans politely clapped. The various pleasantries were exchanged. He departed, making a vague goodbye gesture at Manil himself, though the Patriarch would be watching through his implant. The Alliance likely knew that already, but it seemed an acceptable risk for them.
"So," Manil said. "What will happen to them?"
One of the military officials turned. "It is Alliance business."
And that was all he got as an answer. Their straight backs and crisp uniforms were the last he saw of them. Androids and organic guards trailed behind them, with thin mist wafting around on the floor as an anti-stealth measure.
Luke had suggested that the outcome wouldn't be very negative, as there was nothing they could have done to avoid capture except death. Luke and Leia had been inside a fighter that couldn't have outrun the ships the Patriarch had sent. The Alliance was a competent fighting force, so surely they wouldn't overly punish soldiers who were already elite for that. However, some militaries did have extra punishment involved for minor infractions all the time, just to ensure that the hierarchy and stiff consequences remained ingrained.
A new android walked over. It was taller than normal humans and bulkier as well. But he recognized it from the battle.
"Phoebe," Manil said.
"Hello, Elder. I have heard that you plan to get a tour of Luna. I am here to help accompany you."
"As a guard?"
"No. I am to help with diplomatic matters and defusing fights."
"With a war android?"
Phoebe's android flickered, and suddenly a more mundane android stood in its place, expressive face, hair, and even shorter arms swinging slightly by its sides.
"Hard light holograms," he murmured.
"That's an astute observation," Phoebe replied happily. You will have more guards, but they will not be visible. We expect that some people will attempt to either anger or attack you if they suspect that you are an Elder we did not capture."
"You did, for a brief moment," Manil conceded. "But from what I understand, you have struggles with racism within your Alliance."
"It is complex," Phoebe said. Her lips bent into a frown. "There are those who have a more difficult time distinguishing between the actions of select Sprilnav and either all the Elders or the entire species."
"One of your own has fostered similar rhetoric on Justicar," Manil said. "Penny routinely claims that the Elders are evil."
"She does," Phoebe said. "She is a person, who is not entirely attuned to the requirements of her high station. She is not a politician, and often says statements that are crude in meaning. She does not necessarily stand for the entire Alliance."
"Interesting. I have seen suggestions that she does."
"In some ways, but not others," Phoebe said. "I am sure you can recognize how recent events have clouded her worldview, as well as those with Yasihaut have."
"Yes, the Nilnacrawla incident. I have heard. Sadly, the Van family has no influence in Justicar's territory. And even if we did, it would be too small to convince Elder Azeri to release him. That situation is complex as well, Phoebe. You do not have other titles, correct?"
"No. I see no need for them."
"Yet you are ruler of the Locus."
"In a way, though I share that power with Edu'frec."
"But you are his mother."
"After a certain age, people don't like being told what to do by their mothers," Phoebe laughed. "He had his own teenage rebellion, and then moved past it. But that doesn't mean I own him, or that he can't make his own decisions. He is a full adult by mental maturity."
"But not physical."
"If by physical you mean the hunks of metal that store his consciousness, yes," Phoebe replied. "But in this case, his age poses no issues. He is well-equipped to discuss a large variety of complex concepts and topics, and is emotionally mature and intelligent, though he is distinct from me. And since I have told you about my son, what of your family?"
"Well," Manil said. "The Patriarch is quite overbearing. But he is fair, and does his best to adapt to changing situations."
"Like Kashaunta making those changes."
"Perhaps. Did she tell you?"
"She did. We communicate sometimes about matters of importance. She also attempts to construct character analyses on me based on how I answer or respond to her questions. I would not be surprised if your Patriarch does the same. Given the activity in your brain implant, as well as the nanotech in your eyes, I would assume that he is watching. If so, I would tell him that we truly do mean to protect you, and that we mean the Van family no harm."
Manil laughed, carefully stepping on the metal floor as they began walking.
"The Alliance seems to apologise to people quite often. Why is that?"
"It helps to keep them from being angry. Some Elders are very... interested in being shown respect. We also apologise because it is practical."
"Yet you do have a consistent goal of overthrowing the galactic order."
He figured he might as well probe her for a little while. Perhaps the Patriarch could claim a better path for the family and himself if he could understand.
"How consistent do you think that goal is, Elder? There are thousands of politicians influencing Alliance policy. A Luna Councilor would have a different idea of what that means versus an Acuarfar Matron, or a DMO Outreach Advisor. And we are also determining ways to minimise potential casualties resulting from that. We would not just invade you all and kill everyone in our path if we could. We care about civilian life, and the lives of people who have no choice but to live in and serve in enemy nations. I can certainly say that I do not want a military conflict."
"But you would happily have a social or cultural one, wouldn't you? When you invaded the Guulin United Legions, that wasn't defensive, either. Not really. And now, with the High Kingdom? You are growing some imperialist roots."
"There is a level of imperialism that is acceptable," Phoebe said. "That is a cold and hard reality of being a coherent nation of any size. There comes a point where you must intervene in surrounding wars so those wars do not come to your soil. There is a point where you must defend an ally who was attacked, or must kill a leader advocating for war and your destruction, while rallying his ships and moving them to your borders or those of your allies."
"And how many would have to die in the process?" Manil asked.
"It would depend. For example, we could have ended the war with the Sevvi with zero Alliance deaths. Can you guess how?"
"Planet crackers."
"Or Brey, yes. Instead, we invaded after they declared war. That invasion cost tens of millions of Sevvi and Alliance lives. But it saved billions of Sevvi and billions of Alliance citizens from death. We won, and they are a protectorate now. Does that mean our decisions were purely good and moral? No. No nation can fight a war and remain on any moral pedestal. They can try, but they will fail. In our case, we did our best.
It was not good enough because people still died. It would never be good enough until no one dies. But ultimately, I am a nation, Elder. If one must choose between killing five people or fifty, there is no truly morally correct decision, only a logically correct one. It is the kind of calculus nations make all the time. Sending the food shipment to this planet or that one. Sending a subsidy to this farmer or that one. Whether or not to limit free speech when hate speech comes into play. Whether or not to send an assassin to kill an alien version of Stalin, knowing that the alternatives might be better or worse for others.
We contemplate these things and make decisions we think will best serve our interests. Generally, those interests are those of the galaxy and the people we care about within it. This view often means overthrowing the current Sprilnav order, which funds wars and genocides throughout the stars. What is unfortunate about that is that no matter what choice we make, people will die because of it. Stopping the machine requires significant military and social struggle, with an unknown death toll attached. If it continues, more people will continue being crushed beneath the wheels. To us, the goal is not about becoming the new tyrants but stopping the old ones."
"A lot of lofty ideals and ambitions. But who enforces that order? Who stops the tyrants from rising?"
"We do," Phoebe said. "The hivemind. Gaia, Brey. And others. Unfortunately, pure democracy only lasts for so long before a tyrant is elected. There is always the choice between freedom and security. Different nations fall along different lines. But the Alliance's priorities, as they stand, is to keep leaders who wish to divide it out of office."
"And if one of the current leaders stood against you? Izkrala? Blistanna?"
"They would not."
"What if your profiles of them are wrong, Phoebe?"
"What if we ate food using our ribs for mouths?"
"Do not mock my question, Phoebe. I am asking it in good faith."
"You aren't. You want me to say that I would take them out. That I would choose the security of the Alliance over the freedom of its people, in a position which will not soon come to pass."
"Isn't that what you do?"
"In some smaller aspects, yes. Most of the larger ones are the same methods every society uses. Surveillance. Social media manipulation. As it stands now, capitalism kneels to one master: me. Money moves mountains and molehills alike, Elder. But I at least try my best to help the common people instead of pursuing only profit, as the pre-war megacorps did. We all have our social contracts, Elder. A society is complex and messy, and you don't often have the luxury of easy decisions. Humanity, for example, strives for freedom.
Since First Contact, it has soared to prosperity only imaginable within the depths of science fiction books and movies. An orbital ring around Mercury. Dyson swarms around hundreds of stars. Interstellar commerce and travel. It was not me who convinced them to do this. It was themselves. But all is not well. There are still flame wars on the Internet. Still riots, protests, referendums, and boycotts. There are still suicides and still people who vocally advocate for the genocide of the entire Sprilnav species. But it is not my job to solve those problems for them. It is theirs. It is also theirs to choose whether a solution is needed, whether for or against additional regulation.
In the same way, I do not get involved when other options are available, even if they are worse. I don't drop my commando androids into riots or fire tear gas into crowds. I do not beat people I arrest. My hand is firm, but I do my best to be gentle."
"So it is," Manil said. "I understand. But if the Alliance does not head in a direction you like, what then? What about us?"
"You, as in the Van family? I would not betray you. Your relationship is materially useful, and I also don't like betraying people. The Alliance already heads in directions I don't like. But they are not fatal. They argue and squabble about useless things like landing on planets instead of building space stations with the money I have given them.
In the old days, the level of food I provided to Humanity alone would raise the obesity rate to roughly 98%. Instead, because of nutrient science known since the early 2100s, I have constructed foods that taste good and are nutritious, whether they are plant-based or otherwise. Yet still, people dislike me. There is fear, of course. I am unknowable to them, and they wish me not to be. There are many websites full of unsettling content of me being 'dominated' or violated in many ways. I do not like seeing that, you know. But I do not just destroy them, even though I dislike them. True atrocities are worth my attention instead.
So if an Acuarfar from the Frawdar Empire comes to Luna, and moves into a highly populated neighborhood, after having consumed a lot of anti-human rhetoric, and buys a gun? I watch them. I never arrest people before a crime is committed. People can eat their succulent Chinese meals in peace. Are my decisions always right? No. Am I biased in my own ways? Certainly, but I also try to correct my biases and rectify my mistakes. I have agencies in charge of oversight on my decisions. People who are not beholden to me have no incentive to like me. They can reverse them."
"But you could hack them too."
"That defeats the purpose of having the agencies," Phoebe said. "If I wanted galactic domination, I could get it. But again, I do not like ruling. Others are better suited for that. And yes, I do not understand why you would see me as anything but a necessary evil."
It was an interesting thought. She stopped, scrutinizing his face with careful eyes. It felt like she was looking through him instead of at him, and it made her seem like a far greater monster. Manil thought of all that she was and the massive existence that she represented. She was physically the largest being in all of the Alliance, excluding Skira, and also had enough knowledge and intelligence to drive an entire civilization's progress forward.
She might have been even more gifted at statecraft than she was saying. It was certainly possible for her to withhold powerful technology from the public eye so that the Sprilnav would see the Alliance as less of an active threat before the Judgment. The motivation was certainly there.
And she also could think as Elders did. She could make plans lasting thousands or even millions of years, falling into place just right to cause chaos as she desired it. Manil could sense the power of her mind, and knew he was right to be fearful. She was the embodiment of all the Sprilnav struggled to keep locked away: The danger of AI in the claws of a civilization that could properly shield itself from harm.
Manil knew that she had done far more than she'd said. The Alliance's existence would have ensured that many opportunistic bounty hunters would have swarmed Sprilnav space. So either Phoebe had hacked those networks, misled them about the Alliance's whereabouts, or kept the bribes from reaching the mercenaries, a nearly impossible task. Yasihaut had offered heavy monetary compensation for the destruction of Phoebe several times before.
Manil wondered exactly how far her capabilities went. She considered herself to be a nation. She also considered herself a 'she', meaning that she had a measure of ego not typically seen in artificial intelligence. It was a unique tie to her species that her child Edu'frec bore in the opposite direction. But as the first, she was the greatest of the two. Her eyes, dead metal but living code, hung upon him, pulling forth an answer with the inexorable power of a mighty river.
"I know," Manil said slowly. "I see."
"Do you?"
"Yes. Based on our conversation, you plan on expanding your military capacity, and building more servers."
"That is obvious," Phoebe said.
"And you do not seem like the others."
"And yet... I can see you are pondering my true power. How far can I reach? How much do I know? What can my eyes see, that they were never meant to? Am I really in charge of the Alliance, or just the meat shield? All so many questions. You burn with them, Elder Manil Van. And you are fearful of it."
"I am." He tapped her body with his claws, running them up and down her arm. "Your hologram feels like real metal, and has no gaps. Your body sways ever so slightly differently with each step you take. Your eyes blink, and your stomach swells ever so slightly in time with a human respiratory cycle. Your speech allows for brief pauses to simulate the effect of breathing, too.
Your hair moves in the wind, and your pupils dilate. You have done all of this in a hologram where is no human that you would need to consider. What would I call that? Excess. Gluttony. You have so much computational power that you can simulate all of this, in real-time, and look convincing to my eyes, which have more genetic engineering and lineage behind them than all of Earth's multicellular life.
How could I not be worried about such a transcendent existence? To be able to look at a being older than your planet and stand on an equal footing? You have reached heights only Elders can, Phoebe. Were the Sprilnav to truly grasp the threat you pose... it would mean war."
"It might not," Phoebe argued. "Because at least one of those Elders knows all you have said and more. Her name is Kashaunta. We in the Alliance know that she wishes to use us for Penny. But that is not what is important. As long as she backs us, we are untouchable. That is why we have not been destroyed by roving bands of Sprilnav pirates.
By the time we went from an idle curiosity to a mild threat, we had secured the support of Elder Kashaunta. For the purpose of this demonstration to you and the Patriarch, I am the Locus right now. I have the mental equivalent of a billion minds thinking up plans and ideas, pondering merits, and discarding those that do not work.
Do you know the sheer scale of material I have to select from, and to research? I have dug through the depths of novels, and reports, and academic papers. Whether it was trying to see if I could make 'phasers' or whether I could make a self-replicating server room, I do my best."
"The Source itself keeps self-replicating technology from existing."
"It does," Phoebe agreed. "But I am expanding nonetheless."
"Why tell me this?"
"So you can know better than to attempt to break away from us when things get tough. They already are starting to."
Phoebe gave him a bright smile. "Now, I think we've argued long enough. Let's have that tour."
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Progenitor Indrafabar danced to the loud, booming music on the flagship. The massive stadium inside it was built for the massive parties he liked to host when he could, and Azeri's arrival was an opportunity to do just that. The high ceiling and massive capacity of the central field and the surrounding audience seats ensured him maximum entertainment and reputational gains. After it had arrived unexpectedly, he'd added the Grand Fleet to his tour and would come to Kashaunta's 14th Grand Fleet after finishing with the 85th here.
Briefly, he felt a twinge of familiar psychic and conceptual energy. It was very slight, heavily suppressed by the field of the flagship. But it could not stop his senses. He could see her.
There, dancing with a random Sprilnav, was Penny. Looking closer, he realized it wasn't Penny's body but just her mind. Her actual body was lying on the bed in the 102nd Visitor Welcome Office, guarded by the Guides and three Correctors from Justicar. Penny herself was obviously playing a dangerous game, shapeshifted though she seemed to be.
It served to complete another step of conceptual power. Conceptual beings could change their forms at will, as could he if he desired it. But there was no need for him to appear as anything but a Sprilnav, nor had there been in eons. Sometimes, he might add more reinforcement to his bones or muscle to his body, but it rarely required the growth of extra limbs or an entirely new body like Penny had undergone.
Her gait fit that of a Sprilnav, and the male Sprilnav form she'd decided to take was decidedly generic. He could even see hints of injuries on her body, likely from one of the fighting rings. They were used to somewhat constructively relieve tension among the soldiers. Penny could have folded any Sprilnav on the ship that wasn't him, so she'd clearly lost whatever fight she'd been in on purpose.
A smart strategy for an infiltrator. He knew she was after the Soul Blade. Even now, Elder Azeri was keeping watch over the real one, replacing the one on display with a fake just in case. Penny probably wouldn't be fooled.
A mind bridge, especially the deep soul link she and Nilnacrawla had, would be hard to sever entirely. Indrafabar could feel the tiny thread of power keeping the Sprilnav body from falling apart, just as he could sense the officer's small mind thinking about introducing Penny to his mate back home.
Indrafabar felt a pang of pity at his expression just as he read the officer's uniform to give a name to his face. There was a clear romantic desire in Juamplo's eyes. Perhaps Penny was exploiting it, perhaps not.
Indrafabar created a generic Sprilnav clone and moved it next to Penny and Juamplo. "Hello," Indrafabar said. "A wonderful day this is."
His voice carried enough over the music to catch their attention. Penny froze while Juamplo simply stopped dancing.
"Indeed it is, friend!" Juamplo cried joyfully.
"How are you and your husband doing?"
"Uh... we're not mated," Juamplo said. "We're friends. Right, Ishucrawla?"
"Right," Penny said. "What's your name, friend?"
"I am... hmm. I suppose you could call me Indrafabar."
"Like the Progenitor?" Penny asked. "Isn't that... blasphemy or something?"
"No," Infrafabar said. He made a slight crackle of lightning dance across his eyes. "Don't kneel. I'm here to learn why you're here, Ishucrawla."
"Me? Surely I don't warrant the attention of a Progenitor. I mean, it's an honor, but..."
"You're afraid of me."
"Yes," Penny lied. "I am, honestly."
Juamplo looked between them. "What's going on?"
"Idle curiosity," Indrafabar said. Ishucrawla here has a similar name to one of my beloved grandchildren."
"What's his number?" Juamplo asked.
"Zero. Or maybe one? It depends on conventions."
"Ah," Penny said. "I'm Ishucrawla 40155, Progenitor Indrafabar. And I'm highly honored you took the time to notice me. That said, I would be happy to dance with my friend for now, unless you're asking to join."
"Sure," Indrafabar said. I can join. I won't interfere, though. You two clearly know each other better than I do. I just like seeing the tangible happiness my parties give to the fine people of the galaxy."
"I am glad that you care so much for our kind," Penny said. "I can only hope we give you all the praise you deserve!"
She bowed her head down in deference. Juamplo did the same. They held the pose for a few pulses, laughed, and started to sway as a new beat started. Indrafabar sent a few streaks of lightning rumbling into the sky from his main body. Thunder boomed to the beat of the music, and the flashes of bright lightning accentuated the powerful energy of the area. Lasers and light strobed across the ceiling, forming intricate patterns and sometimes mixing with holograms to create entire landscapes.
The following animation became a top-down view of one of Justicar's cities, rushing around the planet slowly enough that the individual buildings could be seen moving. Indrafabar rose into the air, pulling at the strings of a massive harp. More avatars of him blew into great metal instruments, pressed notes, or even beat drums.
The beats took on a more synthetic tone. Juamplo and Penny had taken to dancing with his clone below, even though it was dressed in far less finery than Indrafabar.
Truth be told, he wouldn't interfere at all. He could no longer notify Yasihaut or Azeri of this. The hammer poised to fall on Nova could easily switch targets. Indrafabar had not built his empire of money and power by angering people he couldn't afford to ignore. He was the premier force in all of the Secondary Galaxy's territory. Bargains were more binding for him than any contract.
He watched Juamplo and Penny long after the party, going to a bar to drink again before parting to sleep in their various assigned quarters. He wondered how Penny would maintain the body here on Azeri's flagship once the Judgment trial proceedings began again. Eventually, some Judges would accept the case despite the dangers, and it would begin. The sum offered by Yasihaut's group as an incentive to start the trial only continued to rise. Perhaps that would also mean she wouldn't ever get it, if the value kept going up forever.
A Judge might even try to 'resell' the opportunity. It would be incredibly amusing if they formed a market around passing the bowl. And all the while, Indrafabar knew Penny would continue learning more about the flagship, seeking out any opening she could to bring her father back.
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The hivemind watched the thousands of fetuses inside the cloning banks. They were developing quite quickly, as was expected. So far, only a single genetic defect appeared in one sample. The defect itself was tiny, too. It manifested as that clone only having four fingers instead of five. Not truly debilitating.
Phoebe's android walked closer. Its footsteps, though quiet, felt incredibly loud in the massive space. They echoed off the walls, with the mildly macabre nature of the Ark's purpose only making it all feel more sinister.
"Manil took the bait," Phoebe reported.
"Good. Did you tell him about the special location?"
"Yes. If the Patriarch is traitorous, he will send troops or will have others monitor the planet. Unfortunately for them, the facility is only a powerful sensor array, with a neatly packaged bomb on the inside. But... I do not think revealing that much was a good idea."
"It is. Sometimes, you have to say what you mean in order to mean what you say."
Phoebe punched the hivemind on the arm. "That sounded stupid."
The hivemind chuckled in response, still quieter than usual.
It probably was stupid, but it wasn't exactly wrong. The hivemind looked at itself from within. Its skin had changed again to a dull brown, with patches of other skin tones periodically dotting it. Its nails were carefully kept to a proper length, and its hair wasn't too short or long.
An exact height of 170 centimeters. It was the exact same as those of the clones, too. Project Pandora continued to run smoothly.
The hivemind pulled its focus to a new avatar. It was time. Aboard the Fire Bringer, the only ship it was piloting, was a small lab. The dreadnaught's protective shielding bent inward at just the right angle, creating a powerful confluence of magnetic fields, making the fusion reactor cores even more energy efficient.
The hivemind sent tiny pulses of psychic power into a new form of electron microscope. Inside the petri dish, around a billion hydrogen atoms were carefully sealed. The hivemind impressed some ideas of Humanity onto the object, followed by a heap of conceptual energy that was trivial for it but not for the atoms.
It was one of a thousand trials. But this time, the conceptual energy didn't dissipate with no effect. The hivemind impressed the idea of heat from the power of a million minds. Inside the dish, fifty thousand atoms at the areas the hivemind was viewing through the microscope started vibrating at a slightly higher frequency. The dish temperature went from -211.382 degrees Celsius to -211.380 degrees Celsius.
The hivemind then impressed the idea of downward movement onto the atoms again. The pressure increased by 3 atmospheres.
The hivemind smiled across hundreds of thousands of avatars spread throughout the Alliance. From the inside, it felt the supreme delight of a 36-year-old scientist from Vietnam, watching through its eyes with a joyous smile on her face.
She was one of the first to truly benefit from Phoebe's education system overhauls after they had been firmly implemented.
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