"Hello, 'standard citizens' of 'New America.'"

"I know, and perhaps many of you still don't quite understand what a 'new America' is and what a 'standard citizen' is. But don't worry, I'll explain it to you shortly.

Navalry's expressionless face appeared in front of hundreds of millions of citizens across the United States.

At this moment, the screen of any terminal display device was forcibly switched to his appearance.

Although someone wants to turn off their mobile phone or unplug the TV to cut off the signal. But the nearest "sentinel" had already heard the news, and forced him into the room to play a hologram of Navalli's speech, to ensure that every citizen of the New Order who had passed the "standard citizenship certification" could hear his first speech.

Of course, there were also people who knew Navalry, who were so shocked that they forgot to breathe the moment his face appeared.

San Francisco.

Villa area.

Salman, who had been jointly controlled and supervised by the FBI and CIA in his home since more than a month ago, sat in front of the TV, sat on the sofa, stared at the man's face on the TV screen, and exhaled deeply.

In the midst of the chaos and invasion of just a few hours, San Francisco was of course also broken through and occupied by mechanical creatures, and the existence of the villa area that had previously been overseen had been replaced by mechanical creations from specialized police detectives and soldiers.

Salman didn't have any joy in his heart, only a sense of uneasiness.

But when he saw that the signal on the TV screen was forcibly switched to Navalry's, his initial uneasiness was replaced by intense shock.

Unbelievable.

Incredible.

…… And, a faint enlightenment, and understanding.

"Hoo ......"

He poured himself a glass of gin, shook it, and continued to speak, staring intently at Navalli on the screen under the watchful eye of the "Type 1 Sentinel".

- "The 'New America' is a nation founded on the United States of America, which was born from the Declaration of Independence on July 6, 1774. The biggest difference here compared to the United States of America in the past is that the 'new America' will abandon all the bureaucratic and administrative mechanisms of the past from today onwards, and will be replaced by a new operating mechanism maintained by AI and robots. ”

……

"In the new America, there will be no more bureaucracy and no more bureaucracy, and all administrative systems will be replaced by a fully electronic information platform. In a few days, I will incorporate the information and related supporting documents left behind in the paper materials and the old government system into the comprehensive information database through 800 "information towers", and I will conduct personalized information authentication through the "watchtowers" distributed throughout the United States. ”

In a high-end apartment in San Francisco, Svaldo held his son, who had just been born for more than half a year, and watched Navalli preach expressionlessly on the TV, with some shock and some understanding in his eyes.

He looked out the window at the towering tower of information that had been erected in a few hours outside San Francisco, slowly deforming like a living thing, moving in more and more complex, more and more unimaginable directions.

"I see...... Perhaps only people like you can achieve such miracles. ”

Thinking back to that time with Navalli, for a moment, Svador was a little speechless.

……

"With all administrative systems and bureaucracy abolished, it is only natural that from today there will be no special information or special titles for individuals in 'New America.' Therefore, each person's unique status in the full information platform will be simplified to a 'standard citizen', and in the 'New America', the basic rights of the following standards will be obtained: 1. The right to a living guarantee of no less than 10,000 credits, such as food and housing; 2. The right to engage in any work without restriction or discrimination in New America, 3. The right to browse, communicate and create through the full information platform; 4. The right to use AI and programs for scientific research......"

In the confinement cell of the FBI building, at the same time as Navalli's voice sounded, the shrill and agitated voice of a woman rang out at the same time.

"Hey, do you know who I am?! You metal insects! I am the mother of your Creator!

"This man who is talking, he is my son! Take me to him!! ”

The woman's slightly bloated body danced in the cell, her hands fluttering towards the "Type 1 Sentinels", and even tried to climb on the metal stools and tables in the cell to grab the "Type 1 Sentinels".

"'Standard Citizen' Firiath, please stop your actions, or we will force you to be quiet."

"Sentinel One" commanded Philia in an old-fashioned voice.

"Damn! You insects—I'm not Philias, I'm Estrea! I'm Navaly's mom - his dear mom, take me to him! Hahaha, I'm going to be the mother of the American Emperor! ”

Estrea's face flushed, and she jumped up on the metal table in excitement, her fat fingers about to grab one of the "Type 1 Sentinels", but at that moment—

"Ding."

A small metallic sound came, and Estrea's neck, with the injection of a silver-white metal needle, her body also softened, and she squinted: "I...... It's ......"

Then he hovered and fell heavily on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

……

"In the new America, the property system of the past will be transformed. From now on, there will be a monetary system of 'credits'......"

New York.

In a slum block, a ragged black woman sits on the street, holding her child, staring blankly at the hologram projected in front of her by a type of sentry next to her, with only an indifferent expression on her face.

The expression on her face hadn't changed for a long time — at least, since she was a teenager, not laughing, not crying, always with an indifferent expression.

Whether it's going to be a salesperson before graduating from high school.

Or watching my stepfather die on the street from an overdose of ice.

Or maybe the mother died of illness on a stormy night.

Even today, New York is overrun by Navalry's mechanical army, and the expression on her face doesn't fluctuate when the "sentinels" enter the neighborhoods and portals to find out what's going on.

To her, it seemed that nothing could attract her attention at all.

Holding his daughter and sitting on the street seems to be the final destination.

"Mommy...... What is the uncle on TV talking about? ”

There are cleft lips and Asperger's syndrome, obviously a lot thinner than his peers, and he is eight years old but still asks a woman like a three or four-year-old girl.

"It looks like a new president is coming."

The woman replied stiffly.

"President...... Goo, the president......"

The girl shrank into the woman's arms again.

But at the same time, the "Type 1 Sentry", who was originally hovering in the air, suddenly landed in front of the woman.

The woman looked at the "Type 1 Sentry" and opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what was going on.

"Standard Citizen Gove, and Standard Citizen Heidi, please follow me to claim your standardized home."

"Standardization...... Residence? ”

The woman stared blankly at the "Type 1 Sentry".

“…… What is that? ”

"Standardized houses, i.e. self-replicating bionic houses being built by Navali Evans, the first citizen, for the sake of the current homelessness, or 'standard citizens' whose housing quality is below the standardized level, do not need to be purchased, cannot be transferred, and are built according to the standard of 80 square meters per person."

The voice of the "Type One Sentinel" was calm and indifferent, but the woman's eyes gradually widened.

"Residential...... House...... Give me a house? ”

"That's right. According to the data of the full information platform, your standardized home is located on the Gold Coast, which belongs to the 'Hive Type 6' and is expected to be completed within two hours. ”

Even a woman who grew up in the slums of the Gold Coast, a famously wealthy New York neighborhood, had heard of its fame – but she could never have imagined that she would one day be able to live there.

"I ......"

The woman's lips trembled, and she struggled to her feet with the girl in her arms.

"Wait, I'm a little soft-footed—"

The woman said this, but the "Type 1 Sentinels" gathered in groups, and in the blink of an eye, they formed an octopus-like "Type 2 Sentinels".

"Standard citizens Gove and Heidi have been detected, and they lack the ability to move, so they are being transported for a short distance, please sit on them."

The woman sat on the "Type 2 Sentry", holding the girl, with a look of disbelief, the original numbness and indifference disappeared without a trace like ice and snow melted by the sun.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The girl looked at the woman and asked in a whisper.

"Nothing ......"

The woman squeezed out a very unskilled smiling face that had not been shown for a long time, her voice trembling, and a cross drawn on her chest.

"The new president...... It's Navaly-sama, right......

"—Oh, praise God, praise Navalry!"

(End of chapter)