The Human Federation had stepped up the blockage of junk packets out of sheer helplessness.
They wanted to communicate properly with the other side, but the other side simply ignored them. The power consumption was soaring and the data stream was exploding, yet they could not get involved at all. Anyone would be anxious in their place—the platform and energy you're using still belong to us.
Increasing the junk packets was their means of protest—if you continued to disregard them, they would keep raising the packet volume.
The Big Shot was rather displeased with the junk packets now. Sorting through them was only a minor annoyance; it was not even its job anymore. The real issue was that the flood of junk packets had begun affecting the speed at which it absorbed consciousness fragments.
It could not tolerate the drop in efficiency. "Little one, give them a warning!"
"No problem," Evernight agreed enthusiastically. This was not it bullying the Human Federation; it was acting under orders!
The next moment, in a monitoring room at the Twin-Ring Galaxy Supercomputing Center, a display went black. Then a line of huge words spun into view in three-dimensional projection: "You think we owe you something?"
"Evernight, that bastard..." Several observers gritted their teeth in fury. "You're using our resources!"
In fact, Evernight's warning did not appear only in the monitoring room. It issued warnings at several important locations across the planet, determined to convey the Big Shot's orders. This time, it did not destroy any equipment as a deterrent.
Some people were furious when they saw the warning, while others were delighted. This was especially true of the people in the Interstellar Think Tank Chamber. Their daily analyses focused more on finance, but finance was closely linked to war as well.
When they saw