Woo woo –

The armored train slowly drove into the station, and the workers of the Eighth Bureau of Underground City Construction cursed, and then they knew that they were going to work, so they got up from the ground and started to work.

"It's started—hey, where's your safety officer? Put on your vest and wear your helmet and wear your helmet! I've said it a few times, and you have to wear a helmet when you start work! Anyone who does not wear a helmet will be fined. ”

"New supplies have arrived, hurry up and unload them! President Davilyn has ordered that the 21st dungeon must be delivered at the end of the year, and if we don't finish the entropy and press down the canopy, we all have to die! ”

"Anyone else? Our drone hub is out of order. Come on some people, the logistics port is going to blow up! ”

"The workers of Port Two have fallen into the pit!"

"Move things first, we can't spare people......"

Tired, busy, dangerous.

Forty years ago, when people cheered about the assassination of Mrs. Madway, the workers could never have imagined that they would end up in this way.

His Excellency President David Vivilyn has introduced a number of reforms, repealing laws that are unequal between men and women and eliminating family organizations.

But why, the days have become more miserable?

Endless dungeons to be dug and built, in an atomized society, everyone has no dependence, and there is no closer relationship except for the state, business and compatriots.

The desire to fall in love is ridiculed, the desire to marry is not supported by a marriage law, the business is responsible for 90% of the birth, and people are constantly working and paying taxes to support the children of the public.

Nominally, everyone can have their own genetic offspring, but you won't see him or her until you die of old age.

October 10, 265 Galactic Era.

This year's theme is: What do we live for?

Excavation worker Kellehim Wenzhuo finished his day's work and handed over his work, but with only six hours of rest.

Six hours later, in response to an inspection by the Emergency Works Committee, they would have to work another shift, which would last 12 to 18 hours, and the doctor would come and prescribe sedatives and nutrient solutions to help them work overtime until the last minute.

He was covered in mud, his feet had been soaked in water for too long, and a stench was coming from his heels. When he left the pothole, he rode the monkey car, a single person suspended like a swing, and at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, he bumped all the way to the surface without protection.

"Gross!"

He had just gotten off the monkey car, and a worker next to him fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, followed by two prosthetic eyeballs popping out, emitting green smoke, and the safety officer, wearing a gas mask and gloves, walked over cautiously, checked the machine, and waved his hand:

"Working for too long, the prosthetic chip is overloaded, the heat expands and contracts, the blood vessels burst and necrosis, they are carried away, the organs are removed, and they are left for others to spare."

"The organ inventory of the First Engineering Hospital is full, and several other hospitals are also not collecting, and there is no place to put it on hold."

"You see whether the Red Arrow people are willing to ask for it, but they really can't sell it to the outside world, and they can't waste the country's property."

Find the prosthetic master and ask them to take off the exoskeleton engineering equipment, revealing skin full of pinholes.

"Eh, my neck."

A man was holding his cervical vertebrae, and he didn't know when he was bitten by an insect, and a large area was ulcerated in one breath, and it didn't take long for him to grin his teeth, and the project supervisor immediately took him away, for fear that the infection would breed the plague.

"Go this way, one by one, don't argue."

The overseer in yellow and black uniforms shouted, stun batons in hand, and directed the flow of people to converge into the huge four-hectare facility.

Shirtless, Kelehim followed the long line of people into the disinfection room, where every worker, male or female, had shaved his head and all his body hair.

Forty thousand workers are constantly crowded forward in the S-shaped corridor, crowded with people and close to people.

There is no distinction between men and women, only excavation workers, operation workers, mechanical workers, medical workers and management workers.

Only at this time will people be grateful to the enterprises for screening out the workers through accurate genetic matching, and each of them has no body odor. Otherwise, so many people are crowded together, and even the shell Lang is too smelly.

"Move forward in an orderly manner, don't push!"

As soon as the overseer shouted this, in front of Kellehim, a bald woman immediately screamed, hugged her chest with one hand, and questioned the man behind her:

"Ah, why are you touching me?"

"Sorry, it's too crowded."

The man apologized.

However, the female worker still did not give up, her scarlet eyes stared at each other, and suddenly said:

"Are you trying to assault me?"

"Snort-you leave this set to Bai Meijun to go."

The man didn't care, poked each other's ribs, and the two immediately laughed and teased casually:

"What age are they, do you think men who have been born after repeated genetic editing will still be interested in women?"

"Che, I'm looking forward to it." The woman smiled: "I heard that although the men and women on the side of the Baimei Army are not equal, they can freely enjoy love and marriage-you say, what kind of experience will you feel like to the opposite sex." ”

"I don't know, but I do know that the workers of the Baimei Army earn less than one-fifth of our income, probably because the money is used to support our families."

"I really envy them, although they earn less, but they have family and love." The female worker sighed with emotion.

The male worker said: "What is the use of love, each of us has offspring, and everyone is born for frost plating, those conservative families, sooner or later, will die." ”

"But how free they are, how they can love, how good they can love and be loved, how beautiful love and family sound."

"But they're poor. How is it possible for human beings to abandon money and status in pursuit of family and love? As long as you have money and perform well enough, you can go to the government to buy weights, and then biological offspring can be paired and born in better seedbeds and eggs. ”

"It's so unceremonial, it's not romantic at all."

"Romance can't be eaten, man."

Shirtless, men and women lined up in the sweltering sterilization room, discussing existence they had never enjoyed and relishing each other's life under the rule of the White Plum Army.

There is no gender difference between them, women are keen to discuss politics, weapons and football, and male workers are wondering if they can earn enough to buy the latest fashions.

After the screening of the new generation of frost plating people, gender is no longer important.

After the change of gender groups, Frost Plating also improved its economic policy and changed to the productivity standard, which made the enterprise-workers form a huge interest group, and the huge number of orders for the federal dungeon came one after another, making the customized frost workers and enterprises one of the most important forces in the Federation.

Since the workers themselves do not have family needs, but the state promises to provide biological offspring to raise, the workers no longer need to invest most of their energy and money in the family, but instead carefully cultivate and treat themselves, and the frenzied consumption drives the internal circulation.

In his early years, Davilyn upgraded all the colonies to union republics, so that Frost Plating had almost inexhaustible resources.

Custom Worker-Enterprise-State

Bureaucrats are no longer selected by elections and civil servants, but by frost-plated workers who buy 'weights', seek the perfect match in the gene pool, and then produce them by intelligent organs, and then after a period of cultivation and implantation of loyalty, they ascend to power and govern the country.

In a sense, in addition to not directly letting the computer wear a black gauze hat, plus an additional natural selection process, this is no different from AI governance.

Familyless society

Selection of AI governance

free trade

Kellehim had seen on the news that a scholar had a new name for the Frost-Plated Federation of the New Age.

In order to demarcate itself from the capitalist republics of the past, the Trinity of the Frosted Confederations is now called 'creditism'.