Thanks to relief supplies and professionals from the Alliance, the new authorities in Boulder City were able to solve their urgent needs and stabilize the more than 500,000 survivors in the city.

It's not hard to make a big fuss.

Especially when the old man sitting on the chair is a pig, just beat them on the head with a stick.

However, running a settlement of hundreds of thousands of people is not a problem that can be solved with a few sticks.

Even the royal profiteers ran away, and the nobles of the inner city left the victors with only a huge mess.

If the new authorities can't solve the problem of bread and fuel, soon a group of crying will be a group of crying old man's name.

It's an animal instinct to survive, and there's nothing wrong with that.

But if all the credit is given to Sid's lords, he must have done his best.

Once a stable society is formed, there is inertia under the established order and rules, which is not the credit of anyone, but also the credit of every participant.

If Sid doesn't do anything, this broken jar will probably continue to be used.

But unfortunately, this smart and vegetable and toss-around, from time to time he brought the jar to shake a sieve, knocked the corner and made a chewing gum to deceive himself, and then continued to shake and shake.

Now the jar is finally broken, like the crumbling megalithic edifice.

The established rules and order were broken all together, and the new authorities were faced with the first problem of establishing a new order.

The league will provide some help, especially when it comes to eating.

Thanks also to the generosity of the administrators, the new authorities, after making some compromises to reality for the sake of unity, no longer have to continue to compromise with the bottom line of human morality in order to live.

They don't have to eat people to survive the winter, and they can bury the victims.

But if they want to put their lives on the right track, if they want to keep the fruits of victory, they have to rely on themselves in the end.

No one can help them.

It's night.

An office at the town hall.

In order to complete the accounting of the bank books of the Great Stone City as soon as possible, Alyssa added a single bed to the house and simply moved the bedroom here.

The Workers' Guild had planned to return Lord Malvern's mansion to her, after all, she did a lot of help.

Doing what Bol is supposed to do will not unite everyone, and it is not good to fight for 8 hours, but fighting for the constitution that they will abide by together is enough for them to carry the banner of righteousness.

Alyssa received everyone's kindness, but she didn't accept it, just picked out some favorite clothes, daily necessities and things full of memories to take away.

As for the rest, she asked her co-workers to give them to girls who were about her height and didn't have any nice clothes to wear.

"My father would always buy me some beautiful dresses, but many of them I wore them once and never saw them again. It's nice to hang in my closet, but I'm happier if I can help other people in need."

Alyssa's eyes were a little red and swollen, but she barely managed to hold on to that heartbreaking smile.

Lovett was a little distressed.

With such a big change in the family, he knew that she must have cried for a long time when no one was around.

Including himself, many members of the workers' union secretly regarded her as their daughter in their hearts, but they were not her parents after all.

"You don't really have to do this, we said that we don't engage in formalism, we only take what we should take."

The clothes were handled by the women workers of the workers' association, most of whom worked in the textile mills, but also some of the night workers in the good taste food processing factories.

They also have the same opinion, and they can't hate this little girl.

What complicated Lowett's mood was that Pol didn't rob the closet of Stephen's daughter and wife, and he always felt ashamed to take those things.

Alyssa shook her head and said seriously:

"There is nothing to dispute about my father's property that should belong to all the inhabitants of this settlement, and I may save some money to buy it back in the future, but not now.

If I turn a blind eye to myself, then Boulder City is really just a bunch of old men—"

Lovett reflexively said:

"How so! We already have the Constitution!"

Alyssa stared at him intently.

"Obey to really have, otherwise someone will say that we are just a group of masters, and there are a lot of 'Ken' in our team, right?"

Lovett was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say, "Let them say what they want", but suddenly he was surprised to find something that surprised him even more.

"You've read that book too???

He thought that a girl of her age and fed up with culture would prefer to read poetry about love.

Actually, don't talk about her.

Joy, the leader of the militia regiment, was not interested in Pol's story at all, and liked to be more serious, saying that the awakened would never be able to win the power armor.

Lovett guessed that the guy had actually sneaked a little bit of it, and then brought himself into Pol's rival, the Commander.

Sperger really doesn't like the militia guys, who wants that Phyllis to get him in the first place?

But that doesn't stop them from being partners.

Looking at Lovett with a surprised expression, Alyssa smiled.

"I just started looking at it, and when I'm done with the things in hand, I'll seriously look at it again from the beginning."

"Incredible!"

Lovett's eyes widened, and he continued babblingly, "You'd love that, but you're right, we've got some speculators in our ranks, and maybe we should clean it up when it's over."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Alyssa.

"No, you can't!"

Looking at Alyssa, who looked serious, Lovett was stunned and couldn't help frowning.

"Why?"

He didn't really plan to do it, he just said it in passing.

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"Do you remember when the number of workers in the union began to expand?"

Lovett recalled.

"When Sperger was captured."

"Yes, when Sperger was captured, and the second time was when you learned that he had died."

Alyssa looked at him seriously and continued:

"A person's heart may have Pol, Stephen, Ken at the same time, countless characters, and the invisible power cannot be eliminated with the visible force."

Master Stephen captured Pol, so countless Pol appeared.

Now that we've won, we can certainly shut Ken up with Master Stephen's methods, but they're not going away, they're going to breed out of sight, replacing us someday in the future and getting the casino back open."

It was something she had only understood this morning, from her brother.

They must institutionalize the settlement and not hope to keep only those with lofty ideals in their ranks.

Thoughts can be disguised.

House did a good job, he could lie for more than ten years in one breath, and he didn't believe in what he didn't believe.

If they hadn't won, no one would have doubted that he was the best Mr. Yes in Boulder.

Lovett whispered:

"They've become our ghosts, that's what it means."

Alyssa was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Yes, let's just do what Bol is supposed to do, bring everyone together."

She suddenly felt that they were really amazing.

Their cultural literacy is not high, and they don't actually understand Pol's words and deeds, but they actually rely on simple beliefs to do it.

Pol's story is like a straw floating on the water, they all hold it when they are thrown overboard, and no one lets go, and their arms become bridges.

Seeing Lovett away, Alyssa returned to her office and sat down at her desk again.

Today's work was over, and she promised Lovett an early rest, but before she could go to sleep, she had to write a letter to the Alliance's administrators for the group, thanking him for his help in times of need.

The flame of miracle was faint, faint enough to be extinguished by a gust of wind, but he did not turn a blind eye, and the endless footprints imprinted on the snow bear witness to the friendship between the New Alliance and New Boulder.

Recalling the story of Pol the Awoken, Alyssa felt a little regretful in her heart.

Hearing that Spirg was writing a draft of the Revolution, the conflict between the Workers' Union and the inhabitants of the inner city intensified to a-for-tat point, and Pol the Awakened was thrown into prison by the nobles for the non-existent crime of blaspheming the Black Card, which had not been broken for a century and a half.

The story is about to enter the final high dynasty before the finale, and it seems that Pol will not be with that noble lady.

But why?

Everyone seems to think that the two of them are out of play, but she feels that identity and relationship are completely different things.

Everyone obviously agrees that no one is born noble or lowly, but they will instinctively consider whether two people are born to be compatible.

The Wastelander and the Vault dweller got married! Even if their ideas may be two centuries off.

She felt it was unfair to label people without talking about the facts.

But she didn't plan to protest with Sporg.

It is childish and impolite to kidnap the author with personal feelings, and even a fairy tale sprinkled with sugar cannot lull a child to sleep, let alone a story of ups and downs.

She's not a child anymore.

It's better to say that I'm already an adult.

[Thank you for reaching out in times of crisis.]

The survivors of Boulder will always remember this friendship, and we will continue to fight side by side for our shared ideals.

The cap of the pen stopped at her lips and hesitated for a moment, and Alyssa drew a small smile on the tip of the pen on the last line of the letter.

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With the last stroke at the end of the payment, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly.

The letter is finished.

It would be nice to get a reply.

Reading it quietly twice from beginning to end to make sure there was no rudeness, Alyssa carefully stuffed it into the envelope.

When she had done this, she let out a sigh of relief, stretched out, pushed her chair and jumped down, being carried to the bedside by the growing sleepiness.

The bed here was much smaller than at home, but it was still spacious for her.

Changing into her favorite pajamas, she tucked the envelope under her pillow and yawned.

The bedding was hard and cold, without the scent of lavender or sunlight, but it was easier to fall asleep than usual.

And it's not really cold here.

The town hall was heated and the windows were covered with a thin layer of mist, which was much warmer here than outside.

Her cheek rubbed against the edge of the futon, and the cold, hard quilt was quickly warmed by her body.

Life after losing "everything" was not as difficult as she imagined, and her heart was extremely stable at the moment.

Fall asleep with dreams.

Good dreams are fragrant and sweet.

The sun rose the next day, and the survivors of Boulder City spent the first day after a long night with the Coalition's rescuers.

The cauldron gathered at the gate of the city was scattered to the various communities in the settlement, and a milky white mist rose before dawn.

After counting the names and addresses of the city's residents, the homes deliver relief supplies directly to the mobile kitchens set up at the various dining points.

In this way, people can be shortened in queues, 2 can prevent the epidemic of infectious diseases, and 3 can also reduce the difficulty of management.

In terms of settling the displaced people, Luca, the city lord of Dawning City, can be said to be experienced, and he was helping Chu Guang with this work when he was not in the alliance.

And his experience is nothing more than a word.

That is, let those who have strength have work to do, and those who have no strength do not run around.

When a group of people stay in a fixed place, it is clear who did what, when and where.

With the patrol of the militia group and drones, as well as the monitoring installed on the giant wall, the hidden danger of public security can be minimized.

At present, the production activities of the entire Boulder City are stagnant, and a large number of powerful people are idle and have nothing to do.

It's not enough to feed them, you have to find something for them to do, and use the extra energy in the right place.

The new authorities promised that although there would be no salary for participating in the construction, priority would be given to new housing and that the construction team would be fed better than the mobile kitchens of the general aid stations.

Those who work must eat more than those who do not.

Although there is no salary, but the food is still in charge, and the house is returned after the end, which is much better than the check factory of the old man Vega.

Anyway, now there is no place to spend the money, and with the mobilization of the workers' union, most of the workers in the settlement have joined the construction team, and some citizens with good physical fitness have also participated.

At the same time, the renovation of the settlement was officially launched.

The Union Bank provided a special loan of 500 million silver coins to the new authorities of Boulder City, which will be used entirely for the renovation of housing in the settlement.

According to the Coalition, there are more than 200,000 people living in shacks with sewage and leaks.

In the slums outside the giant wall, there are still nearly 100,000 survivors with a complex composition, who also need unified resettlement.

With the support of the coalition, the new authorities will build a number of apartment buildings made of precast concrete slabs and widen several major traffic arteries.

This is inside the settlement.

And outside the settlement, the alliance has also made corresponding plans.

Chu Guang plans to choose a relatively safe and convenient route from the Linghu Wetland Park in the northern suburbs to the underground transportation route near Boulder City for cleaning and restoration.

In the future, the commute from Boulder to Dawning will be reduced to less than two hours, and there will be no marauders.

The Alliance will also connect the power lines to Boulder City, and connect the 4 settlements in the River Valley Province into a single power grid!

A power grid powered by nuclear fusion! The future of Boulder City is still bright.

With a large number of skilled workers and engineers, complete infrastructure and means of production, it is fully capable of becoming the largest processing and manufacturing center of the alliance, and forming a closed loop with Dawn City as a raw material production base and heavy industry center.

The wealth generated by the real economy will give rise to a number of tertiary industries – tertiary industries that truly serve workers.

The VIP boxes at the Queen of the Night Bar are probably a thing of the past, but the residents of Boulder will get a bar that everyone can go to! Library and cinema.

"Respect the Lord of Qingquan City, the administrator of the Alliance, and glad to meet you!"

In the Boulder Military Industrial Building, a huge killer whale transport plane was parked on the tarmac on the top floor, and a column of heavily armed soldiers stood next to it

Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards him, Ibs walked forward with his right hand with a bright smile on his face, and shook him vigorously.

"I am honored to meet you at last, especially since I see a shadow of a man in you."

Having opened the visor of the power armor helmet, Chu Guang raised his eyebrows with interest when he heard this unexpected greeting.

"Who?"

Ibs smiled and said:

"The person Mr. Fang Ming always mentions!"

"Its designer?"

"Well," Ibs nodded approvingly, "you all have similar shadows, but you're completely different."

Chu Guang said nonchalantly:

"That's normal, you'd be hard-pressed to find two people in this world who are exactly the same."

Although the young players in Vault 404 had already trodden through this boulder city, this was the first time Chu Guang had come to this settlement.

And the purpose of his visit this time is also very clear - for one thing.

He had to get his hands on something.

Ibs smiled and let go of his hand.

"Maybe it's because of this concern that it allows me to keep my distance and observe you, to control the pace of contact, in fact, you have been recognized by it a long time ago, but recognition alone is of little use, it has its own mission and rules."

Xiao Qi had already heard about Fang Ming, and Chu Guang was not too surprised by his words.

"It's right, don't trust anyone in the wasteland."

And there are some things that are destined to be left to the inhabitants of Boulder City on their own, and no one can help them until they abandon the old order once and for all."

Ibs sighed faintly

"Really? But I think there may be a more efficient approach, maybe this is the gap between me and Mr. Fang Ming!"

For example, he made those stupid pigs pop up.

It's not that hard.

But that adult just can't get over that hurdle.

Even if he hinted at it, he could do it for it cleverly, just like throwing the killer Dache 8 hexagram into the sewer to dispose of the nobles, anyway, it would have been unhappy with those uncreative "customers" for a long time.

But sadly, it refused.

Chu Guang looked at the smiling Ibs, and always felt that his smile was a little weird, but he couldn't say what was weird.

"Fang Ming is AI, what are you?"

"It's an invisible AI, and I'm tangible."

Ibs tapped his left chest with his finger, then smiled and stretched out his right hand again.

"To re-introduce myself, Ibers, the chairman and president of Boulder City Military, is a general-purpose android designed by Fang Ming.

Originally, I was supposed to serve the residents of the Black Card, after all, they bought me, but now that the Boulder Mansion has collapsed, I'm theoretically free."

Is there any point in designing AI with an independent "personality"?

Chu Guang was slightly stunned, but he didn't show it on his face, and stretched out his right hand cleanly.

"Chu Guang, by the way, you look like a person."

I've heard that designers map some of their "personalities" to the AI they design, but he always feels that this person seems to be more human-like than the name of the house.

At least more talk.

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"That's your delusion, life and death are human beings, such as my respected father, Mr. Fang Ming can be regarded as a human being, and I am just a toy made by it to relieve boredom and loneliness, and to comply with the requirements of the residents of the inner city."

"My AI core has been working for more than 100 years, and it has long passed the deadline for scrapping, so it will be somewhat abnormal."

"Don't be too surprised if I say something strange."

After a pause, Ibs suddenly looked behind him—the android with a pitch-black mirror and an X-16 number engraved on his breastplate.

"By the way, this is the masterpiece of the Great Stone Military Industry in recent years - a general-purpose android."

"It can perform a variety of missions, as a replacement for the obsolete X-15, which is like my daughter in your human sense."

Chu Guang felt a similar aura from her body, but in terms of combat power alone, I am afraid that it is not as powerful as Tianqin.

After all, in actual combat, that guy annihilated a team of 100 mercenaries, and the current record of X-16 is still unknown.

Chu Guang cared about something else.

"Can Boulder City produce AI cores?"

"The AI core is something that can be dug out of the city like iron ore, and it's not very difficult to repair, and we can occasionally buy some from mercenaries and use those plastic pieces."

Ibers looked at Chu Guang with a smile and continued:

"Let's get down to business! Everything that includes me and the Great Stone Arsenal is now yours."

Thankfully, it's finally changed.

I don't know what year it is, our engineers and designers can't play any new tricks, maybe it will be different in your hands.

The biggest reason why he wants to burst out of all the useless waste is because he is bored and bored with those who don't want to make progress.

A prime example.

The X-2 Drone assault rifle was originally also available in an improved version called the X-3, with a shortened receiver and a cartridgeless design.

However, the more advanced X-3 did not replace the old X-2.

The superficial reason is simple: the X-2 is more produced, cheaper, and more stable, but the deeper reason behind this is that Boulder is essentially a closed and stagnant society, with no incentive to expand outwards or reinvent itself, either endogenous or exogenous.

If you don't know where you're going, don't expect AI to figure it out, these weapons are actually designed by human engineers, and AI is just doing some auxiliary work at the administrative level.

Referring to the standards of the old era, he asked his engineers to amuse themselves to improve the X-Series androids from generation to generation.

As for the research and development of weapons, it was completely suspended after the shareholders of Jushi Military Industry felt that it was enough.

Even if there is improvement, it is fine-tuned in the direction of reducing costs and increasing efficiency.

Occasionally, the militia would recover some evolutions from the wave and hand them over to the Great Stone Military Industry to analyze the structure and design ideas of those pre-war equipment.

But they would hardly have volunteered to send troops to explore the brood in the city center, as they did in the days of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee.

And the alliance is very different.

They are aware that even self-preservation is a problem, but they will still persistently send people to explore the city center on their own initiative!

Even if they're slow, clumsy, and take care of the self-esteem of a bunch of pigs, they do it!

He saw in these blue coats the turn he was hoping for!

After disposing of those pigs who are dragging their feet, the future of the giant stone military industry is brighter than ever! Yes!

The intellectual plug-in is burning!

There was a surge of electricity on the CPU, and what suddenly came to Ebs's mind? He slapped himself on the back of the head.

"Ah! By the way, you can use it! It just so happens that you don't need a droid bodyguard."

"While repairing it, I happened to have some new ideas, ideas for the X-17."

Without waiting for Chu Guang to answer, a wicked smile appeared on Ebs's face.

"Do you need me to help you install some extra plugins?"

The Universal Orboid is more versatile than you might think, can fit a lot of practical things, and can be used not only outdoors, but also indoors.

"Chu Guang didn't understand what he was saying at first? But when I met his meaningful eyes, I understood it in an instant, and because of this, I almost didn't choke on the spittle."

"No need."

Looking at Chu Guang, whose expression was slightly embarrassed, Ibs showed a faint disappointment on his face.

"I thought you old popsicles would be interested, have you heard? I've investigated, and the best-selling android in the Age of Prosperity is not a general-purpose type, nor a military type, but a companion type as a 'sex couple'!"

Chu Guang: "."

What a cyber setting this is! But it's normal to think about it.

The ideal city can see the shadow of the era of prosperity, and the people of that era are probably more freewheeling than corporate citizens, and everyone is a strange-shaped key and lock.

In addition to "what to eat" and "what to see", people may have to add "what type of prosthetic body to use" and "whether to travel to Mars" in addition to "what to eat" and "what to see".

It's so hard to make do.

In contrast, the Paper Man is significantly more hassle-free, completely loyal to the buyer, and not only can the appearance be customized, but even the variety is 5 and 8 varied.

"So what?"

Ibs said with a smile.

"So what are you shy about? I'm not kidding, can the average human being withstand your strength?

To be honest, the conceptual X-17 is for you, because I estimate that the X-16 will not take long to break, and if you don't control it, sooner or later you will become a monster.

"X-16 — stands there at every turn, doesn't react to the statement."

"I'll talk about it then."

Looking at Ibs, who continued to talk, Chu Guang ended the topic with black lines on his head.

What the hell! Inexplicable!

He doesn't mind personal topics, after all, he is also a normal person, but he doesn't like to suddenly go off topic when he is doing business!

"I'm more concerned about the legacy of the post-war reconstruction committee than about those inconsequential things," Chu Guang looked at Ibs solemnly, "those planes, bombs, and that weapon."

Weapons seem to be some kind of keyword.

Putting away his smiling expression, Ibs bowed slightly, as if he had returned to normal.

"Please come with me."

Leaving these words, he turned around and walked towards the elevator on the side of the tarmac with Chu Guang.

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