It is a room with all white tones, and the simple furnishings give it a very comfortable feeling. Two metal carts are placed in the room with some daily necessities, and a small bathroom is only three square meters. In the middle of the room is a large bed of 1.8 meters with soft sheets.

A man sleeps in a bed. He looked to be in his twenties, with short black hair, thick eyebrows, a strong nose and a resolute chin that seemed to express his strong heart. The sturdy body hidden under the sheet curled up and seemed to twitch from its dreams.

On the bedside table is a glass of water and a digital alarm clock. When the number of the alarm clock shows "7:00", it beeps.

A large, powerful hand pressed on the alarm clock to stop the ticking alarm clock. The man sat up and shook his neck and shoulders, the sleep of last night seemed a little unsatisfactory. He took a sip of the water placed at the head of the bed, stepped out of bed, and went to the small bathroom. A simple shower washed away the drowsiness that had not completely subsided, and the man returned to his room.

He wears a metal bracelet on his left hand, and when he comes out of the bathroom, he sweeps it across the wall, and a row of drawers protrudes from the wall. In the drawer are neatly placed a white **, a white jacket, a pair of white sweatpants, a pair of white socks and a white sneaker.

A combination of numbers and letters appears on the chest of the white coat with the words "B45R7".

The man changed into a set of white clothes, looked in the drawer again, and found that the sneakers on his left foot were missing, so he said to the wall in confusion: "My left shoe is missing." ”

The drawer on the wall retreated. Five seconds later, a drawer opened again, revealing a sneaker.

"Okay, it might not be my original one, but forget it."

Changing into shoes, the man walked out of the room.

Outside the room is a hallway. Dozens of rooms connect this level. At the same time as the man walked out of the room, the people in the other rooms also came out one after another. The room where the man lived was on the upper floor of a huge mansion in the shape of a ring, with rooms on the outside and a huge patio in the middle.

The man walked down the corridor with the flow of people, looking at the people around him very indifferently. There was little communication between the men, not even whispering, they just walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor with blank faces.

What's even weirder is that these men are not only dressed the same, but they also look exactly the same.

There are already a lot of people lined up at the elevator door. These people who look and dress the same only the number on the sign on their chest is different. The man with B45R7 on his chest stood in the middle of the line. Look at the people in front and behind.

Not long after, the elevator arrived, and people rushed in, taking the elevator down the fifty floors to reach the fitness area.

The scope of the fitness area is large, divided into four places: southeast, northwest, and north. There are hundreds of treadmills to the east, rows of strength training machines to the south, hundreds of spinning bikes to the west, and sandbags to the north.

B45R7 swiped the wristband at the door of the fitness area. Immediately, on the virtual screen on the side, his exercise program for this morning, which is an hour and a half on the treadmill.

After spending an hour and a half on the treadmill, B45R7 showed up at the restaurant upstairs in the fitness area at nine o'clock.

The restaurant on this floor is also large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people together. Except for Zone 45, where B4R7 is located. There are also 6 districts where you can dine here.

After more than ten minutes of queuing, B45R7 came to the square self-service food machine like a refrigerator. Scanning the food machine with the bracelet, the female voice of the food machine synthesized electronically said, "B45R7, your health records show that your body has excessive sodium ions. For breakfast, you can choose between sliced bread, dried vegetables, oatmeal or bran. ”

"No bacon?" B45R7 muttered.

The food machine didn't understand and asked again: "Slices of bread, dried vegetables, oatmeal or bran." Please select. ”

"You can help me choose!" B45R7 said helplessly.

The food machine understood, spit out a plate, two slices of bread, a plastic bag of dried vegetables of unknown kind, and then spewed out a large pile of vomit-like gray-brown stuff from the largest compartment of the plate.

B45R7 frowned, knowing that it was useless to reason with this broken machine, he shook his head and walked away.

"Bad morning?" A voice came from behind B45R7. He turned his head to see a man who looked exactly like him with the number M6208 on his chest standing in front of him.

"Yes. I lost one of my shoes. B45R7 said.

"Bad breakfast too?" M6208 asked again, "I see you're frowning." ”

"Yes, I want to eat bacon, but ......"

"Look at me!" M6208 smiled mysteriously at B45R7, then turned to the food machine and scanned his bracelet.

"M6208, your health monitoring result is high potassium, you can choose dried fruits, eggs, oatmeal porridge and polenta for breakfast." The food machine said mechanically.

"I want polenta and some bacon!" M6208 said.

The food machine cooperated and spit out a plate with a bag of dried fruit, a fried poached egg, golden polenta, and three slices of bacon.

"OMG!" B45R7 almost screamed, "How did you do that?" ”

"A little trick, I can teach you in the evening if you have time. Will you come to the ring? M6208 asked.

"I'm ......" B45R7 was about to say he was participating, when a robot guard walked up to the two.

"Please don't talk and eat breakfast in peace." The machine guard said, in a male voice similar to that of a food machine.

That's the rule here, no verbal communication is allowed between everyone, except during the training sessions. In desperation, the B45R7 and M6208 could only be separated.

The Machine Guard continued in a mechanical voice, "We need to keep you healthy and harmonious, and we hope you will cooperate with us, thank you." ”

After breakfast, after a brief combing back to the room, B45R7 changed into an all-white overalls and came to his place of work.

The B45R7 works in a clean workshop on the tenth floor of the building. He is an assembly line employee.

It's too appropriate to say that it's an assembly line, because what he has in front of him is a flowing liquid. What the B45R7 needs to do is to inject the liquid in dozens of small bottles labeled with the names of various elements transported by the robot into the liquid according to different amounts and times under the prompts of the virtual screen. There was a drain in front of him that had a special place for injections, and each elemental vial had a different syringe to prevent mixing.

B45R7 has been working here for almost a year, and he's been doing it every day since the first day his supervisor brought him here. There are also many people around him who are doing the same work as him, one by one, carefully injecting liquids of different elements according to the requirements.

B45R7 is a lot like talking to a colleague, but they are not allowed to talk to each other in the course of their work. Here, communication is restricted, and communication with a specific person is only possible on a limited occasion.

Day after day, the B45R7 has wondered more than once why he is doing these things. Where did those liquid pipes in front of him lead? He had speculated that these were part of food production, because the elements he injected were essential elements for the human body, and they were making the food they ate every day. When you think about it, it seems that boring work is somewhat meaningful.

They worked until 12 o'clock for lunch, and then continued until 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when another group of employees took over their work.

After hours, the B45R7 undergoes two hours of training, all about combat tactics and firearms. Then it's time for dinner. After dinner, it's time for martial arts training, which is what M6208 calls a ring fight. (To be continued.) )