Sixty years later, in a wasteland covered with snow from more than a dozen meters of ice on the surface.

At a depth of 2,000 meters under the frost and snow, the survivors of the original cyber civilization tenaciously built a new city-state and order underground.

In the large and small underground cavities dug out one by one, the hard rock formations directly serve as the foundation of civilization. After spraying a layer of black coating, the black ground can even withstand the repeated crushing of thousand-ton objects.

Following the great destruction of the world 500 years ago and the chaos of 300 years of blood and fire, order has been rebuilt and civilization has been re-established. But the gap between the rich and the poor, like the poles of the planet, is separated by a deep moat.

Underground, on the same blue-black ground, the poor are piled up in simple resettlement buildings that are spliced and anchored with the remains of civilized ruins. Although the ground will not be exposed to wind and sun, frost, rain and snow. Heavy labor and increasingly frequent conscription are squeezing traumatized survivors.

The entire underground space is full of low, gray-colored metallic buildings. Inside these vast slums, which are full of dirt and mess, there is a ring of high walls. They are connected in pieces, completely separating two very different worlds.

The wealthy classes and rulers lived within the walls surrounded by slums. According to the last old man who came out of the wall in recent years, there is a beautiful world like a dream in the wall:

The towering buildings, which are rigid and graceful, are planned in an orderly and staggered manner, exuding a dreamy glow. The wide streets are lined with greenery. There is also a rest plaza dedicated to entertainment, with a fountain of flowing lights. A delicate vehicle that can fly, flying around in the sky above the strong walls. Countless industrious robots of various series completely replace heavy labor, and everything in the wall is exceptionally clean and beautiful.

'Maybe it's utopia?' I don't know who first said it, but people in the civilian area began to use the word 'utopia' to refer to the world within the walls.

[According to the statistics of the Dawn Federal Government, in the 23 years since the cyber civilization was re-underground and the glorious dawn was established, the population continued to grow steadily, the fertility rate was as high as 45%, and the neonatal mortality rate was below 20%. According to the federal government's latest plan for the next 20 years, the focus of the development of cyber civilization will continue to be underground. Strive to make the well-structured, technologically mature dwellings of the dwellings of the dwelling of the cyber city-state spread to every corner of the cyber planet like the pre-disaster civilization...... The development of the Federation is inseparable from the efforts of every Cyber Man - here is MF001, Dawn Radio Morning News. For the latest federal policies, cybertech developments, and the latest facts, stay tuned for the next episodes on the radio. I'm the host, Light Zeroth. Whoosh.. Woohoo .....]

The one-meter-high floor-standing clock radio had an old problem and intermittent noises. The blue-skinned vicissitudes of life on the side, in the anxious waiting, could not do without this spiritual food.

So – knock!

A middle-aged man dressed in a light blue whitish coarse cloth that looked a bit like a cowboy-style worker's outfit slapped at it with his large calloused hands.

【Zizizi..... This is MF002, the magnetic broadcasting cavity of Dawning Radio ......], which reverberates smoothly again.

"George, you are so rude, this radio doesn't last long... Ahem, ahem. ”

The yellow, black, and vaguely smelly hospital beds are scattered in the spacious hall on the first floor. On a hospital bed closest to the clock and radio, an old man with rosacea tied to his head with gauze tied to his head accidentally caused his injuries and coughed when he saw this.

"I think Dr. Deggie should be replaced. Speaking of Lao Buwei, if you don't say a few words, maybe you can live for two or three years. George, a middle-aged man, did not speak, and the patient on the hospital bed on the side said with concern.

"My body, I know best, grandma is a hero! This corrupt federal government reports good news all day long. With so much conscription, why didn't I see it reporting information from the front? My stupid boy..... One day, my old bones, suddenly received his packed relics, and they will definitely carry my treasure and rush into the welfare bureau to sweep it all over. Beat those facial paralyzed replicants into scum, grandma forced the male!!"

An old man with the black code of 'DI55' faintly visible in the folds of his forehead was unhappy when he heard this: "Yo, the replicant provoked you? ”

At the same time, there were several people in the hospital bed, all looking at him unkindly. At various points on their heads, there is a black code with letters mixed with numbers.

Alas, it angered the people. Lao Buwei had no choice but to spread out on the bed and pretend to be dead, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing for a while.

For a long time, he cheekily diverted the topic: "Recently, the rock excavated by blasting has become harder and harder, why doesn't the Federation send some new guys? If it weren't for Max's old guy's maintenance skills, we'd have to dig by hand." To put it nicely, expand new underground city-states, and don't see the Federation add some welfare points to us. Even we all know that if we want Jimmy to dig fast, we have to oil more, and alas—"

"It's good to be alive, at least much better than before the dawn. To know what life was like 23 years ago, it would be a nightmare to think about it now. An optimistic old man clasped his hands to his chest and began to pray.

"Hmph, what's the use of believing in those gods?" Old Buwei looked at him, his face full of disdain: "I use it to say, Dr. Diji is the angel who has fallen into the mortal world. I just don't know why she has been single, my son is lucky to marry her. ”

"Fart! You cowardly son, Dr. Diggie won't even look at him!" someone quipped.

......

Alas~ George, a middle-aged man, listened to the mutual conversation of the patients, sighed and clasped his hands anxiously. His gaze was fixed on the hall, a room with a white curtain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly—wow!

A high-pitched cry interrupted the conversation of the patients in the hall.

"George, come in. A cold voice sounded in the midst of a cry, which was a heavenly sound for George, who was waiting for him. His legs couldn't help but feel a little heavy, and he hurried to the operating room.

The sound of some kind of licking sounded from the room. When George walked in, a tall, graceful woman with curly hair was looking at him with a crying baby.

Even if she wears a thick mask, George can make up for the amazing beauty underneath. But somehow, the usually fluent words were in front of her, and they began to knot: "No..... Are you alright?" asked the doctor as George looked at the emaciated woman sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.

He was worried about his wife, about the child she had just born. In this gloomy world with frequent lesions, George has heard more than once about the tragedy of the death of a baby and the death of both mother and child.

In worry, the cold voice was like nectar, moistening his thirsty and tired heart: "Mother and son are safe...... At least there is no problem with the mother, but the child is a little mutated. ”

The narrow and graceful Danfeng eyes stared at the baby in his hand. Diggie held the crumpled little guy in one hand, unwrapped the wrapped cotton cloth with the other, pointed to his exposed back and said, "There is a big blue spot here, it is estimated that when you grow up, it will spread all over your body and become blue." ”

"No.... It's okay, anyway, it's our business, and the mutation is very positive.. Normal. Inexplicably a little afraid of the beautiful doctor in front of him, George replied with both hands at a loss.

"If you think it's good, remember to add the benefit points to my account. Deggie handed the little thing to his father, and his long, white palm reached into the pocket of his long coat. He took out a small box with a long black crystal screen and placed it on the table next to the bed.

"A total of 1,547 welfare points, erasing a fraction of 1,500 welfare points. ”

Hearing the expense, George's heart twisted. The pain in the flesh made his expression tangled, and he just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he heard the doctor say again: "I gave him an anti-radiation dissimilant, which is effective against general viruses and radiation, and the child will be very healthy." ”

These words make the expensive cost no longer high.

It should be clear that the market price of anti-radiation dissimilant is 1000 welfare points and there is no market. George, who looked like he was fifty years old and actually in his thirties, immediately looked grateful. Hurriedly took out the same black box from his jacket and touched it with the box on the table.

Drip.

After paying, the old man with a child burst into tears: "Too... Thank you so much for your generosity, Dr. Deegy, I... I..."

"Well, your wife is awake. Take her away, I still have patients to take care of. From the medicine cabinet on the wall, Diggie took out a pouch containing a capsule object and threw it to him, put on a pair of white gloves again, and walked straight out of the operating room.

Helping his frail wife to leave, George suddenly felt that this world was not bad. Although the current cyberman has a lifespan of only sixty years, his body is much stronger than before the disaster. There is no need to make any extra mess, and the mother can rest for a few days and be alive again.

Helping a patient in the hall to treat his wounds, Diggie glanced at their departing backs, and the pupils of a clear spring seemed to fluctuate.

"Di... Dr. Deggie, you are so beautiful!!"

His patients were attracted by her beauty and the charm she exuded. Impulsively, a pair of big hands suddenly grabbed her robe, "I... I'm diluted...."

But a pair of white-gloved hands suddenly poked into the burning wound of the young patient - "Ahhh Doctor..."

Under his sinister snort, Diggie said calmly, "There is a nice place on North Street, and there are many women in it. Blue, red, copied .... All of them are available, and you are satisfied. ”

After Ma Li finished dealing with the deteriorating wound, a cold voice lingered in the air: "By the way, your wound is estimated to be repaired for another day, and the price will be doubled." ”

Looking at her departing back, smelling the fragrant wind, the young patient muttered: "If I have money, I really want to be by your side forever, doctor~"

"Tsk, another crazy one. Lao Buwei said jokingly, and couldn't help but look at the busy wonderful figure and fall into dementia.

"That's a good idea, lad. Bu Wei praised him in his heart.

Soon, the day ended on a busy note.

In this federal city called 'Gik County', a large amount of solar moss planted on the reinforced dome above is slowly fading. After nightfall, on the second floor of the clinic that looked like a square metal box, Diggie silently brought out a plate of dishes full of color and fragrance from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

After that, the sound of a tight piston being pulled out rang out sounded in the darkness. Boom, a bright red liquid, was poured into a crystalline vessel.

In the dark, Di Ji shook it with his hand and looked at the delicacies on the table: stir-fried like fat sausages, steamed and curled up with closed eyes, and large cutlets of meat drizzled with fragrant sauce.....

"I'm getting more and more familiar with the world..... Diggie thought, Sakura's lips touched the rim of the glass, and her tender red tongue licked the fishy sweet liquid inside. As she enjoyed her meal, she pressed one hand on the original box-shaped radio on the table.

[This is FM012, Cyber Life Night Talk.] I'm the host.......]