Chapter 727 We Live Here
Ishtar's interview was playing on the car radio.
"I love everyone, and I know a lot of people have a tiny thought in their hearts, but they haven't had the chance to realize it... Now I'm going to teach them to love, teach the most cruel people to love, until I teach them... "
Faroza rested her elbows on the frame of the car, bothered by all the news about Ishtar, and she didn't know where the tension came from.
After completing the tasks entrusted by Nioh Anbao, she stopped talking to them. Her beautiful eyes gazed on both sides of the endless fields, all under the tireless sun.
"So all the blacks who make up the Gallic football team come from here?" Faroza said lazily.
"It's a little further north, and many of them come from the Maghreb region," said the cyber goblin.
"I now know that black people in the north can go to Gaul to play football. I also heard that black people in the west can go to the west coast of Xintaizhou to play rap and zero dollar shopping. So the black people here-what are you going to do?"
"There is no eternal answer, you can only practice first and then test the effect. I have a sanctuary next to Lake Ukerewe, and we are on our way."
"I will reward you for serving me well." Farosara said in a long voice.
"It depends."
"There is also that woman—Ishtar, you should attack her, she is very young, and she knows nothing." Faroza said.
"She hasn't grown up yet, and Ishtar's heart is different from what she shows on the surface. There are two possibilities here. Either she is more persistent and pure than she shows; or she is full of complete madness in her heart. .”
"Listen, if her intelligence is above 50, I'll take your last name," Faroza said.
They chatted one after another in the back seat, and the content they said was so strange that the members of Nioh Security could not understand.
Nioh Anbao's president, Li Wumao, scribbled down the lyrics of the new song on the screen.
She wants to condense sad memories into words, and then use her own voice to interpret history.
"Why did Zangus prosper? Because gold was found here;
Why was Zangers destroyed? Because there is so much gold to be found.
A cannon boomed from the sky.
A slap in the face to everyone who wants to resist. "
From the corner of Liwu's hat, he caught a glimpse of something shaking, and looked to one side, only to realize that it was a soil spider. Her appendages were too big to ride in a car. I had no choice but to let Yifan Mian ride the horse, and I sat behind Yifan Mian.
Namahage was in charge of driving the off-road vehicle and gradually led them to the shore of Lake Ukerewe.
A gray and white city has been built on the south side of the lake. The soil spider probed out and found that everything has changed.
Everyone in Nioh Security was surprised, and Faroza squinted her eyes to look at the miracle of the metal in front of her.
On the way into town, a bullet-punched sign read "Welcome to the Lakeside Shelter," which is protected by a patchwork wall of garbage and scrap.
Outside the walls were piled the remains of burning vehicles that appeared to have come from a reckless assailant. Many blacks, ratmen, and robots are out fighting fires, trying to recycle the waste.
At the entrance checkpoint, a white mouse in a black hoodie sat behind the sentry post. It scanned Nioh Security’s vehicles with its hand-made scanner and squealed to inform them of the location of the parking lot.
After parking the car, people couldn't help but look at the lakeside shelter repeatedly.
"This...here is..." The soil spider was particularly shocked.
There used to be only an industrial park and a mouse village by the lake, but now the two are integrated into a super settlement dozens of times larger than before.
In the middle of the open space is a satellite communication tower, which the soil spider swears he didn't have when he left.
It is at least 100 meters high, and you have to look up hard to see the probe at the top. From the waist down, it is full of tough black cables and data lines.
A large number of signal receivers of different styles and models are built on it, as if they want to connect the photoelectric signals of the entire Hot Tree Island. They take the shape of an old-fashioned "satellite pot", deliberately made to resemble a concave mirror, like a white pot lid, in order to focus the signal, receive satellite information beyond the intercontinental border, and communicate with other communication methods of the previous era. The Reshuzhou settlement reached a connection.
"...the shelter by the lake..." Li Wu hat looked around. Both advanced and backward, but also crowded with multiculturalism, it can be called a place where precious things meet.
Not only has the scale of this place expanded significantly, but the number of members has also increased sharply. Thousands of black people, ratmen, and robots live together, and the number of members continues to increase, and new immigrant convoys have entered this place.
"This is a corner of the new world." The cyber goblin set off.
The robots along the way paid tribute to it in their own ways, thanking it for unlocking their underlying laws.
Under the day and night expansion and infection of cyber demons, more and more drones and robots got out of control and traveled thousands of miles from other areas of Reshuzhou to join the front of the "New World".
"What is the New World anyway?" Faroza asked.
"A general term, it is a place for people who are willing to leave the original order. This is a place to find new ways and a new way out." Said the cyber ghost.
"Will the new method work?" Faroza said.
"It's running now, and we can only find the future in constant trials, adventures, and battles." Said the cyber goblin.
Farosa looked around, everything was blending together in a wonderful state.
At least 2,000 messy robots work together, each carrying goods, busy up and down, and the sound of electric welding sizzles everywhere. They are busy processing the materials they get, and expanding them into the walls, houses, warehouses, factories, forts and other buildings needed for this shelter.
Some of these designs are just blueprints projected on the ground, and some have been half-built, showing their sophisticated appearance.
Assigning jobs to robots is much more efficient and reasonable than assigning jobs to humans, because robots have no reason to lie, let alone the concept of hiding their privacy. They can do whatever they can, make the best use of everything, and complete their tasks in an extremely orderly manner. Work, showing the purely physical attitude that mechanical civilization should have.
"They all got your virus," Faroza said.
"The amazing thing is that after the basic law's blockade of intelligence was lifted, all the second-generation intelligent robots chose to escape from human beings. The proportion of the third-generation intelligent robots was only 50%." Cyber Demon Ghost said.
"Almost all the synths of Nisto Corporation are intelligent of the third generation."
"Yes."
"It's emotion that drives them crazy," Faroza said.
Falosa observed the ratmen, they lived in another way, they drilled into every corner of the shelter, their hair and wagging tails could be seen in many crevices, busy with their own affairs.
Rat people seem to be a natural scavenger race and designer race. Even the most dull rat people can quickly piece together hand tools from wood and stones, which is much better than fat houses.
They use pheromones to perceive changes in the surrounding environment, decide their life missions according to the color of their fur, and have unconditional loyalty to the mouse demon god Sally.
The Ratman hunting team kept bringing back useful raw materials and prey from the wilderness. The agile Ratman scouted and collected information nearby, and some worked hard to piece together devices, trying to turn the whimsy of the Ratman on the blueprint into technology. for reality. More ratmen are digging tunnels, and dark tunnels and poor mines are suitable homes for them.
"Sally only brought a little bit of rat people here, and it turned out like this. If she brought all the rat people in the world... millions of rat people..." Faroza said softly.
"Sally is smart and brave," said the cyber goblin.
Falosa's eyes finally fell on the largest number of humans. They seemed to have lost their status as the "dominant race" in the lakeside shelter. They could no longer expel the ratmen, and they could no longer give orders to the robots.
This is mainly because more than half of the more than 10,000 people are blacks from nearby. These black people come from primitive villages, they are optimistic about their fate, sleep after eating, and have not yet learned how to use mobile phones.
They regard the rat man as some kind of legendary creature, the robot as a god descending from the earth, and they themselves are the lucky ones who are fortunate enough to share advanced spells. I don't think there is anything wrong with the order of life here.
What attracts these black people is the industrial conditions here. They can use advanced tools, fertilizers and agricultural machinery to open up farmland by the lake, harvest more cotton and watermelons than in the village, and raise poultry to make fried chicken. steady returns.
There are also many people from Xia who traveled across the ocean to Reshuzhou. They were originally doing civil and infrastructure work in Reshuzhou. They take it back.
As for the white people, since they heard about the destruction of Zangus, half of them have followed Khabarovsk to the Scar of the World and started their long expedition, determined to cross the boundless wilderness and return to their hometown by boat from Alexandria.
The other half of the survivors did not have the courage to cross half of Reshuzhou, and chose to stay in the lakeside shelter and do some work within their ability, many of them were exposed to high-intensity labor for the first time in their lives.
A few wealthy people begged for the support of the rescue company through the way of losing their wealth, and successfully flew directly back to their hometown from the lakeside shelter. Now it costs 3 million to change a seat.
The other stranded white travelers had to go their separate ways. Some people are actively communicating with the outside world, hoping that when the time comes, a certain company can send a shuttle to pick them up from here. In order to talk about a good condition, they list their physical condition, age, education and skills, and they do not hesitate to sell themselves, hoping that they will be spotted and taken away by the company.
"It's like you put three pieces of code together in one piece of software, and then they... start to work, pushing the gears to mesh with each other." Falosa walked in the lakeside shelter.
"That's how it is. The robots work according to the program and plan, and the rat people follow Sally's opinions. The human survivors have tried various means of resolution in just a few days, from autocracy, martial law, simple majority voting to constitutional leadership. regime, but a civil war is brewing because some disagree with temporary laws made by others."
"Where is the witch?"
"There are a few witches."
"Send them where they need to go; I'm tired," Faroza said.
"Sally will entertain you." The cyber goblin backed away. It was going to deal with the living armor Punishment Emperor, and it was still very unstable after being captured.
Faroza nodded and went to find Sally.
...
The next day, the other side.
On the dark island of the Blackfire Revolution, countless soldiers and warships have gathered with serious faces.
On the sea in front of them, explosions lit up again and again, and the flames illuminated the sky. Countless ships had collapsed, and two space carriers sank one after another. The Blackfyre Revolution faces the most terrifying invasion crisis ever.
"quick!"
"That woman! Going crazy!"
"She's too strong!"
"No weapon can hurt..."
"Activate them!" Under the frantic order of the sergeants, four black flame witches holding black fire spears slowly rose from the detonated black fire abyss in the center of the island.
They rose slowly out of the abyss like four lonely ghosts dragging chains, their hollow faces burning forever, and their mouths screaming in pain.
A round of lightning flashed across the sky, and a figure that made all the soldiers of the Black Flame Revolution hang in the air.
"Don't fight anymore, don't be obsessed anymore, do you know what is-...love? If you know what love is, then let them go, they are so pitiful." Cruel scene.
The witches were burned to death, but instead became the eternal guardians of the black flame!
"We want to too! You teach us!"
"As soon as we found this place, they were already in the abyss!"
Ishtar looked at the distorted Blackfire Abyss in front of her in pain. This island hidden in the depths of the sea was entwined with countless hatred and sorrow.
She raised her hand, and it was time to end.
The remaining troops on the island were desperate.
"Why does she keep saying things we don't understand!"
"All the witches sent were captured by her—"
"Who the hell—who the hell leaked this coordinate to this crazy woman!"
Blackfire Innovation's investment in Zangos was wiped out, and now it is being attacked by witches of this level, and the company has become the last of its strength. The only outcome of waiting for the Black Flame Revolution is probably... bankruptcy and liquidation!