Karl had been in politics in the United States for many years in his early years, and the experience he had accumulated could make it easy for him to judge the impact of the amnesty for Wu Kefen, but he also knew the importance of Wu Kefen's special criminal procedure to Zhao Yonggang, and he thought for a while and replied, "Yes, but not necessarily immediately, I have to find the right conditions." ”

"Isn't that an empty phrase?" Zhao Yonggang asked rhetorically.

"How can it be empty words, the highest authority of this old antique computer is in your hands, all our conversation data is stored in this dark blue computer, don't I have sincerity, don't forget, according to the calculation of the freezing point program, you are a failure, I already have a lot of respect for you."

"Alright, please keep your promise, the records of the Deep Blue Computer can be released at any time."

"I assure you that during my term of office, Wu Kefen will be pardoned." "But you have to cooperate with me in getting the election going so that the model party wins in the incentivized race." ”

Zhao Yonggang eased up, this request is not too much, for him, it is already the end of the crossbow, and the Clifford Foundation is no longer able to repay the huge computing power required by the initialization of the body of Homo sapiens, "Yes, I will fully cooperate." Zhao Yonggang agreed to Carl's request without hesitation.

By the end of the spring of '22, the League of Nations election campaign was in full swing, the election machines of the three major political parties were still in the dark, and with the support of huge sums of money, party offices were spread all over the world, and their propaganda computers were creating speeches, posters and videos all the time, and pushing them to terminals all over the country through various channels, even in the unknown small town of Jabr in the north of Bangalore, they could smell the fierce election gunpowder.

Since the rise of Bangalore in the digital era, it has sucked up the population of the small cities around the southern plateau like a black hole, and the old town of Gabr has been completely barren, and those green cotton seedlings have grown wildly, constantly devouring the small town from the wilderness, covering the roads, climbing the steps, taking root in the buildings, and within a few years, Jabr has completely submerged in the cotton fields, and the only signs of human civilization can be seen are the newly built shiny aerogel cabins in the large cotton fields.

From the Arecivo Observatory from the return to Bangalore from Galava, he has returned to his home, his home is located in the cotton field of Jabr, is one of dozens of aerogel tanks, said to be aerogel tanks, but if you go inside, people will be surprised, thousands of square meters of aerogel tanks in a semi-circular inverted in the wild cotton field, inside everything, from power generation photovoltaics to sewage circulation systems, as well as air balance, and even the ground is planted with rice that Jabr rarely visits.

It was built in perfect imitation of Biosphere One, which landed on Mars, but now the equipment is much smarter and more sophisticated than Biosphere One, where Galava lives without having to play any role as an engineer, and sensors and processors in every corner precisely regulate this hermetically sealed environment. In addition to buying him an artificial protein synthesis machine, Galava also built a complete set of vital signs monitoring system.

The only thing that was disconnected from the outside world was the virtual reality system, and Galava was exercising on a treadmill wearing an enhanced version of the brainwave exchange sticker, panting while interacting with the inhabitants of dozens of aerogel pods around him.

In virtual reality, these inhabitants are no longer closed in a sealed space, but various shirtless celestial bodies are leisurely basking in the sun on the southern slopes of the Himalayas, "Galava, what do you think about the general election in Geneva?" A bearded man was lying on the ground, turning his head through his sunglasses to ask Galava, who was sitting on the toilet in his sealed cabin, and with a "plop", the vacuum toilet had sucked his excrement into the decomposition tank, where countless microorganisms were already waiting to decompose the excrement into the organic soil layer.

"The election? In the future, communities will be as self-sufficient as we are, so what more government organizations will be needed? Garava was doing yoga naked on the hillside, lying flat on the ground with one hand straightened and lying a foot above the ground.

"Yes, yes, so many human beings can't see clearly and follow the foolishness, even those powerful Homo sapiens have not been able to predict the future social structure, and say that we are some kind of utopian organization? It's ridiculous, you see, we don't need money exchange here, there is no social division of labor, artificial intelligence replaces all labor. The other echoed Galava Road.

"Not necessarily, you have misjudged human nature, the government still has the need to exist, at least he can give us a safe guarantee." They were joined by an elderly lady who, despite being in virtual reality, was wary of the men of this small community.

"Hahaha, only greedy humans are aggressive, in our time, any need can be satisfied, why is there any need to commit crimes?" It was a chubby guy who spoke, and although he didn't look out of the ordinary, he was wearing the prosthetic leg of a Pinault creature in the aerogel chamber, and another bionic robot rolled up and down on the sheets.

Just as Galava was chatting with them, another channel in his brainwave swap post entered a new signal.

The man in the picture has a single eyelid with squinted eyes, but there is a blazing gaze in the small eyelid, and Galava recognizes at a glance Park Jung-woo, who is in desperate need of popularity on various media channels.

"Mr. Galava, the Carbon Party in Bangalore needs your support!" Park Jung-woo was straightforward, and although he had learned of the agreement reached between Karl and Cho Yonggang, and knew that Cho Yonggang's current election efforts were fighting and retreating, he still tried to extend the carbon party's dominant position in the parliament of the international coalition. Park Jung-woo has been familiar with the history of the three countries of North Korea since he was a child, and he knows that the cooperation with the model party is only temporary, and once the several parties do not become a common threat to him and Karl, then the conflict with the model party is a matter of time, and the position of the carbon party must be firmly consolidated in order to be invincible.

"Oh." Galava responded lazily, he was already annoyed, the Carbon Party of Banjiarol kept harassing him, at first he tried to lobby Garawa to join the Carbon Party as a representative of Bangalore to compete for a seat in the League of Nations Parliament, but after Galava resolutely refused, the politicians of the party kept inviting him to stand up for the Carbon Party, at first Galawa occasionally went to the city of Bangalore for activities, and now he had to lock himself up in the small community of Jabr all day in order to avoid the harassment of the Carbon Party. In this way, people outside still kept finding Galava through brainwave exchange posts.

"The party is the first student, I admire your spirit, but I can't agree with it, there is no need for the League of Nations to exist, and mankind must realize that the world can be self-governing through individuals in the era of artificial intelligence, and the traditional hierarchical organization of the League of Nations is outdated." Galava knew what Park was trying to do, and he repeated the same rhetoric he had used against Bangalore.

"No, Mr. Galava." Park Jung-woo has long been prepared, "The League of Nations is a super-democratic body, which will fully provide political consultation for the peaceful coexistence of various civilizations around the world, which is an unprecedented progress in the political civilization of the earth." ”

"Huh." Galava laughed, "What is the difference between this and the democracy of the Indian states twenty years ago, it is not a small number of people who decide the fate of the majority, don't tell me about the number of parties and model parties, it's not just a change of symbol." ”

Park Jung-woo said unceremoniously, "Could it be that the Jabr community is the future of our humanity?" What is the difference between it and the agrarian society of Gabr before the information society? Everything self-sufficient? This is a step backwards in history, and if a utopia like Jabr is carried out all over the world, the civilization of the earth will definitely stop. ”

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Galava disagreed with Park Jung-woo's words, "Even many residents of the city's dungeons have written to us to learn from them!" ”

"yes, when the labor of digital life starts to be charged, your community will collapse!"

Hearing Park Jung-woo say this, Galava was surprised, "Isn't this the argument of Cho Yonggang, the leader of the several parties?" ”