"What the hell?" they cursed angrily, "Why did it stop all of a sudden?"
"Has the goddamn Lyra God died? Is that why the train won't move?"
"It couldn't have anything to do with Him, right?"
"How could it not? Isn't this crappy train left behind by Him?" The man muttered, "Outdated junk, should have been scrapped long ago."
People were cursing and complaining, somehow forgetting that just a day before, they had no such big complaints about the gear train and were even proud that Lyra had such an outstanding vehicle.
But today, after the public vote, everything changed.
People realized that all of it was nothing more than a means for Lyra to domesticate them, a fence to trap them in.
Naturally, they didn't have a good attitude towards such a fence.
In just a day's time, everything turned upside down.
"We better get off."
"Damn it, look at how to open this door, I can't budge it."
Several men tried to open the train door.
