The Academy, which has spent two hundred years in the safe and unpolluted underground world, has long been accustomed to standing in the perspective of a high-flying bystander, wantonly extorting from the outside world that has been reduced to a radioactive wasteland.

The consequence is that when someone actually rides on their faces, everyone falls into a state of confusion.

All defenses were purged in less than half an hour, and the synths they had pinned their hopes on had no effect.

In order to prevent the academy from being completely uprooted, the current leader of the academy, Shane, the genetic protogen of all "synths", known as "Father-sama", rejected Kroger's plan to cover his evacuation.

chose to surrender to the army of this "People's Revolutionary Union".

For this choice of "Shann", Mi Shan has some regrets.

If it weren't for the biological son of this "old popsicle", cleaning the entire academy, Mishan would not have any psychological burden.

As a result, I didn't expect the other party to stay so single, and took the initiative to choose to surrender...... After weighing it up, Y. Shan accepted the surrender.

But it's just acceptance...... Shane, who had surrendered, waited for a long time, and did not wait for the request of these leaders of the self-proclaimed "Human Innovation Alliance" to meet.

It's also a matter of course, and instead of wasting time discussing the future with this bunch of nerds with a hole in their brains, it's better to concentrate on the planned tasks.

The scientists of the "Human Revolutionary Federation", under the leadership of Dr. Braun, began to collect and organize the technology accumulated by the college in all aspects over the past two hundred years.

There is a bit of a "tech predator" feel to it...... The "tech marauders" who really live in the Boston wasteland have been cleaned up by the rest of the People's Revolutionary Union forces, just like the bandits in the DC wasteland.

Perhaps due to the problem of distance, the "People's Revolutionary Federation" established by Mishan was temporarily unable to build the Boston wasteland in the same way as the wasteland of the Special Administrative Region.

But at least we have to show the residents here an attitude.

The "Alliance for Human Innovation" wants to save this wasteland, but it is not a rhetorical statement.

Dr. Braun, holding a bundle of paper materials, walked into the conference room where Mishan was, piled the materials in his hand on the conference table in front of him, and then said in a habitual poisonous tone:

"Although the mole crickets haven't grown much in hundreds of years, at least they remember that key scientific research projects must be recorded on paper."

"Did you find anything?" Yoneshan, who had taken off his power armor for the first time in addition to the energy ship, asked as he played with a platinum coin in his hand.

"Found something interesting." Dr. Braun pulled out a few of the papers, held them in his hand, and said:

"The accumulation of two hundred years is still enough for these monkeys whose imagination is so lacking that they are about to return to their ancestors to find some methods beyond my wisdom."

Before Dr. Braun could finish speaking, Mi Rin dragged the document in the other party's hand under the gesture of Mi Shan's eyes.

Mi Shan, who didn't reach out to take these documents, glanced at the titles on them, and said with some surprise:

"Cellular thinking networks? …… Are these people really planning to go to the supreme to the end? ”

"Supreme? What is supreme? "Dr. Braun doesn't understand the proper noun of Rice Shan.

After Mi Shan glanced at the women's clothing boss with some subtle eyes, he briefly explained the three civilization development routes described in a game called "Get Out of the Earth", which is "pure", "supreme" and "harmonious".

"Interesting premise." Apparently understood, and by the way, after developing his extended thinking as a great scientist, Dr. Braun asked, "So what line does your revolutionary alliance plan to take?" ”

"It's the Alliance for Human Innovation." Misr Shan rolled her eyes at Dr. Braun's memory.

"Is there a difference? Whatever the republic or the United States, or whatever other system is, it's just a nice name. ”

Dr. Braun said in a tone that saw through the red dust: "These things are always the most suitable for the current situation. ”

"What else did you find?" Missen, who wasn't going to discuss the topic with Dr. Braun, asked.

"I think this is what your league needs most." This time, Dr. Braun took the initiative to hand it to Misr after pulling out a document.

“…… Thought implantation? Misr Shan gave Dr. Braun a strange look.

"As long as the little ones who claim to be the protectors of humanity are still using the computers of this world, there are no secrets in front of me."

Dr. Braun spread his hands and complained about the inner ring scientists who had become neurotic because of the burden of protecting humanity from aliens.

"You saw the transcript of my previous meeting?" Mi Shan pondered whether it was necessary to strengthen secrecy measures.

At least some things can only be recorded in the head after listening, and don't record them in the terminal like writing a diary all day long.

"Is that really a meeting memory? I thought it was a hallucination caused by those people being too stressed. Dr. Braun sighed with an exaggerated expression, and then his expression changed to say in a subtle tone of understanding:

"Re-socialization and ideological stamping, it seems that even in another world, your hometown, the ancient country on the other side of the ocean, is still on the old path."

Mishan blinked, not knowing whether he should explain or not.

He always felt that even if he explained, this women's clothing boss might not believe it.

So I simply skipped the topic as I did just now.

Sure enough, in Greenhill's absence, Dr. Braun, who had a very bad personality, would take every opportunity to carry forward his bad spirit.

As if sensing Mishan's entanglement, Greenhill, who was also holding a pile of papers, walked into the conference room.

The moment Greenhill walked in, Dr. Braun's bad taste vanished at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

When Greenhill walked over to Rice Shan and sat down, he glanced at the Braun postdoc who was a little close to Lord Rice Shan out of the corner of his eye.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the women's clothing boss shrank his neck, found a corner and sat down to begin sorting out these paper materials.

"Did you find something useful?" Sure enough, it's a very interesting thing to see a guy with a bad personality eating deflated.

Yoneshan and Yone-rin found a common language in this matter.

"The craftsmen here...... Scientists don't seem to be focusing on ecological restoration. "Greenhill tried hard to call the scientists of this world scientists, not great craftsmen.

"It's not surprising that they don't even plan to go back to the surface." Mishan said this is normal.

"However, their android technology is very good, and if they can be absorbed, it can greatly relieve the pressure on labor." Greenhill said.

In some ways, the labor pressure faced by the Federation is the population pressure, or to put it simply, the contradiction between the shortage of material supply and the labor force required for rapid development and construction.

There is no shortage of technology, there is no shortage of construction resources, and there is a shortage of enough workers, which is a very important link, which to a certain extent limits the speed of development of the People's Revolutionary Federation.

"Do you want to fill the labor gap with artificial humans?" Mi Shan understood what Greenhill meant, and used battery-consuming robots to undertake some simple or complex tasks to speed up the construction of the Human Revolutionary Federation.

As long as you quickly enter a virtuous circle, then the next step is a snowball of expansion.

It took a hundred years for the NCR on the West Coast to develop a million people, and Rice Shans didn't want to waste a hundred years in this world.

If he could, Mishan would like to repeat what a bald head said in a certain world: "Five years to land on the moon, ten years to colonize Mars, and twenty years not to rush out of the solar system, just pull all mankind to be buried together!" ”

"Yes, my lord, but the only problem is ......," Greenhill said, "how do you get the inhabitants of this world to accept these robots." ”

As a resident of the world of Azeroth, Greenhill doesn't care about robots in his life, anyway, as long as it's not a red name, you can toss it as you want.

I wouldn't mind if any robot encroached on resources that originally belonged to me too much...... The inhabitants of Azeroth, who have long been in an environment of apocalyptic events, really don't have time to think about this.

Not to mention, many people have accepted that they are actually robots.

"Ah...... It's easy. Mishan smiled and flicked the platinum coin he had been playing with into the air and said, "Or rather, I'm the best at this." ”