Park Jung-woo's face changed, he suddenly realized that he had spoken out of his mouth, so he had to change the subject, "Mr. Galava, aren't you promoting the Jabr community in the South Asian subcontinent, you have already experienced a religious movement when you were young, and you will not be alone without the support of strong friends, if you expand the scope of Jabr, you must rely on the resources of the League of Nations." ”

Galava snorted, and he began to grow impatient with the leader of the Carbon Party, "If I rely on the League of Nations to join the Geneva Parliament, wouldn't that be contrary to Jabeur's utopian ideas?" ”

Just when Galava was about to end the conversation with Park Jung-woo, the third channel entered Karl, if it weren't for Galava wearing a brainwave exchange post on his head, he could directly talk to three different subjects through his mind, and it would be a mess in normal times, after all, Galava's small experimental community still exists on the earth, and he doesn't want to offend these two hot people today.

"Mr. Prime Minister, what do you command?" Galava turned up the speed of the treadmill, and his mind followed the pace of his feet, which seemed more than enough to cope with different objects.

Carl looked at the clumps of white cotton behind Galava from the three-dimensional projection of his office, the flowers and bones had opened their mouths, and bits of white bloomed from them, relying on the cameras with different depths of field in front of Galava to clearly project them into Carl's office. "If I'm not mistaken, the whole cotton spinning industry has disappeared from the South Asian continent, right? Cotton fibres can now also be synthetic. ”

Galava immediately understood what Carl was talking about, he turned his head to look at the clumps of cotton in the background, this is the cotton plants he specially transplanted from the outside of the bunch, due to the greenhouse effect in the sealed cabin, the cotton plants inside have bloomed, although it does not play much role in the ecosystem in the sealed cabin, Galava still enjoys it, sometimes he is idle, he also goes to pick ripe cotton and pull out the veil, Carl can't see, at the feet of Galava, there is also the hand-spinning wheel used by his grandfather that he copied.

"Yes, you can have as many lengths as you want for cotton fiber synthesis, but I still like this natural linter fiber." Garava proudly pointed to the shoulders on his body, in fact, he also knew that his hand-woven cotton shoulders were uncomfortable and wet from running, and were far less comfortable than the quick-drying fabrics of the outside world.

"What the truth did not expect was that Mr. Garava, who discovered digital Homo sapiens, has now become a naturalist." Karl laughed.

Galava was displeased, "No, Your Excellency Prime Minister, you are wrong, I am not a naturalist, you look at my living environment, it is the crystallization of modern society. ”

Karlkou Canhua, "Interesting! Interesting! Mr. Galava, you are not rejecting modern artificial intelligence, but also advocating natural life, how consistent is this with our simulated Homo sapiens worldview! ”

Galava was obedient and obedient, he had already anticipated the purpose of Carl's call with him, it turned out that there was a high-level lobbyist again, could it be that his role was so great, since he lived in Gabr, he was originally to avoid the strife of modern society, but he didn't expect it to be peaceful, what is going on in Geneva? Do you want to keep harassing Jabr?

Galava jumped off the treadmill, he picked up a towel to wipe his sweat, took a sip of water, and switched the projection behind the treadmill to political news through a brainwave exchange sticker, which was broadcasting the live election of the Parliament of the League of Nations in Geneva, the three major political parties were deadlocked, and more than 2,000 regions had voted on the results one after another, only the South Asian subcontinent has always maintained the tradition of marathon elections, and the results have not yet been decided.

Judging from the statistical results in Geneva, although Zhao Yonggang's several parties are tightly biting Karl and Park Zhengyu, there is still a gap of more than 20 seats. Seeing this, Galava opened the three-way call between Park Jung-woo and Karl, and he joked, "I have made a decision, I will support Cho Yonggang's party, and I will go to the party headquarters in Bangalore to register immediately." ”

Looking at Park Jung-woo and Karl's anxious expressions, Galava smiled, he turned off the brainwave exchange post, and turned around to play with the cotton flowers that had just been spit out behind him, leaving the angry Park Jung-woo and Karl.

Galava is tired of politics, and the small community he created in Jabr just wants to liberate humans from endless labor through artificial intelligence, but it is not so easy to realize this ideal. As the cotton plants outside continued to sprout, the countries and regions that split from the former Indian states finally elected their own representatives of the League of Nations, and Galava did not care about all this, in fact, the elections in Geneva had entered a white-hot state, and all the focus of contention was gathered on the South Asian continent.

One night, Galawa was rocking his hand-cranked spinning wheel, a twist of cotton yarn spun out of his left hand, as the spinning wheel spun rapidly into a strand of cotton thread, the wheels of the spinning wheel turned unhurriedly, Galawa's vision gradually blurred, remembering that when he was a child in Bangalore, his mother always dressed him in the clothes of his sisters, at that time the whole family was poor, but they were very happy together, and now after the chaos, they are all there and can no longer be found, Galawa couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, the alarm in the sealed cabin beeped, Galava was taken aback, he raised his head, the night sky outside had been reflected by the fire as if it was day, and the cotton plants everywhere had burned out without knowing what was going on, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and then the night wind on the plateau surrounded them dozens of sealed cabins in a short time.

Although Galava was nervous, but not flustered, he hurriedly ran to the general control room, the computer in the general control room has been working, a circle of fireproof nozzles on the ground outside the aerogel wall is constantly pumping out cooling water, this is the original design for foolproof preparation, I didn't expect it to really come in handy, from the cooling water in the water storage tank under the floor of the sealed cabin one liter pumped to the outside, poured on the fire immediately turned into water vapor, blurring the transparent aerogel curtain wall, so that Galawa could not see the outside situation clearly.

"Fatty, how are you doing?" Only then did Galava remember the neighbors in his utopian community, who were busy putting on brainwave exchange stickers, but the feedback was only irregular snowflakes, Galava opened the input interface of the computer in the main control room, and began to manually call his companions, "Sorry, communication failure, trying to fix it!" The machine's automatic response made Galava aware of the seriousness of the problem.

The situation was even worse in the back, the soilless test tubes, the air humidity balancer and even the reserve water in the toilet tank were continuously pumped back into the water tank, and then pumped to the fire nozzle outside, and soon the water tank was empty, and the temperature in the aerogel wall slowly began to climb.

Galawa saw outside at this time, there were several sealed cabins that had been ignited, the situation was extremely bad, the master control computer was still checking itself over and over again, Galawa rushed to the bottom of the dome, he pulled out a laser illuminator and stood in the center, turned on the power switch and mask above, and immediately pressed the distress button, this is his last hope, there is a high-altitude balloon in the stratosphere above Bangalore that provides emergency power services to remote areas, I hope the computer above can receive his distress signal.

Outside, a strong wind circle, the flames poured on the Galava sealed cabin, under the high temperature, the aerogel wall began to soften and deform, fortunately with the addition of flame retardant, did not burn, but the flames have already rushed in, the brunt of the cotton he planted, the flower bones hit the fire and immediately crackled and burned.

Galava's heart ached, his ideal community had been destroyed for less than half a year, and he reluctantly climbed into the catapult chair in his bedroom, and with a loud bang, the life-saving catapult chair pushed him out of the fire and into the night sky.