Chapter 285: The War of Extermination

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Far Eastern Star Field-Northern Star Belt-Eilenesia Star Sector-Industrial World Esaline

After a busy day, the Deputy Director of the UNHCR, 'Nesaro', took off her straight-lined work uniform, changed into a soft tweed coat, and lay down on her sofa to begin her daily meditation routine.

This is a habit he has developed in recent years, and since the Truth Cult has taken over the Far Eastern Star Domain and announced the establishment of the Federation, he has been committed to popularizing education among the general public.

The idea is good, but it is difficult to put it into practice.

The first round of the census in the Far East Star Domain has not yet ended, but the current population alone has exceeded 100 billion, and there will be even more if you count the continuous influx of refugees. Under such population pressure, it is possible to set up public schools to teach children from scratch, but more often than not, it is the illiterate adults who have no skills and are illiterate.

This year marks the 22nd anniversary of the Terra Expedition, and the first children to receive the Truth Order are approaching adulthood.

This is the first generation of educated people who have grown up under the federal system, they are young and energetic with clear thinking, broad knowledge, good physical fitness and excellent professional skills. There are hundreds of millions of people like this, and they walk out of the school gates.

As the new generation enters society, seniors like Nesaro, who have mediocre abilities and rigid thinking, and rely on some cleverness and the lack of talents in the early stage of the Far Eastern Star Field, will inevitably be impacted.

Young people need space to show their talents, the older generation does not want to give up their position, and the first round of class contradictions within the federation is brewing.

Class contradictions are one of them, and the other is the refugee problem.

The Alinsia Sector is a cluster in the northern belt that is closer to the inner side of the galactic disk, and Nessarro, herself a middle manager of UNHCR, is more aware of this problem.

"In the 9 hours that I was in charge of monitoring, the Asaline 2 starport undertook a total of 43 ships from outside the federal jurisdiction, of which 44 were illegal spacecraft without navigation permits issued by the Human Empire, not even equipped with the most basic tachyon engines, and still using primitive nuclear propulsion, from the captain's room to the fuel tank were crowded with people, and the fire insurance measures were about equal to none, which had great safety risks...... , why do I put an official tone in my head. ”

Nesaro got up and walked into the bathroom, put a steaming towel over her eyes, and lay down again.

"Recently, there have been more and more refugees, and one Aisaline alone has received more than 200 million refugees in the past five years...... I heard that it was because the news of the destruction of the Holy Blood Angel's home planet Baal had spread, and the empire tried to block the news again, but failed, and there was an irrepressible social panic in the star areas around Baal, and a large number of civilians lost trust in whether the planetary governor could protect their lives in the hands of aliens, and fled with their families and mouths......"

Nesaro sighed, it wasn't good news for him.

No matter how rudimentary and unsafe the civilian spacecraft that the refugees are on is still a spacecraft, it is the most basic starship that can cross the stars.

Starship tickets have always been a luxury, and those who can afford to board a refugee ship and escape across the galactic astrolabe to the Far East are no means the illiterate slave laborers who toiled in the depths of the mines.

In other words, people who can become refugees have some wealth and social status on their original planet.

As for whether the wealth is earned, stolen, cheated and robbed, it is undeniable that those who can get money to buy tickets and are qualified to buy tickets are all capable people with a skill.

Hundreds of millions of Wolong and Phoenix Chicks with their own strengths pour into the territory of the Federation every year, and the minimum requirement for the future of this group of people is to live.

So people like Nesaro are embarrassed.

He can't compare with those college students who are about to enter society, and he can't win over those refugees who have nothing than they can endure hardships.

It's a good thing for the Federation to have more talent, but what does my future hold?

"Alas......" The steaming towel slipped off Nesara's face, and he stood up in a trance, looking at the time, it was already 8 o'clock in the afternoon.

Aisaline's rotation cycle is 32 hours, and Nesaro works 9 hours a day and leaves work at 7 p.m.

Before I knew it, I had been paralyzed on the sofa for almost an hour. Nesaro spread out the towel on the dryer and prepared to go to Miss Jane's cake shop across the street for afternoon tea.

The bachelor who lives alone is too lazy to cook, and Nesaro, who was born in the nest, is limited to being able to roast mutant rats in cooking, and his daily thought is to go to the cake shop after work to have some afternoon tea, and use the sweet smile of the waiter girl and the sweet cake to relieve his anxiety a little, so that he can cheer up after a day of work. Continue your studies in the evening.

This is one of the initiatives of the Truth Church in response to the changing social trend, with evening classes for adults.

Adults who have passed the educational age can also apply for implantation of memory chips, obtain professional knowledge instilled within their own professional scope, and then receive targeted lectures every night to digest and absorb the rigid knowledge that they have come in and turn it into a skill that they can use.

It's just that how can the rigid brain of social people absorb knowledge with the efficiency of those vigorous young people?

Speaking of which, the girl who worked part-time at the cake shop was also a student at a public school......

Thinking that the delicate and lovely girl was also one of the new generations who would impact the dignity of the older generation in the future, the corners of Nessaro's slightly raised mouth fell again, and Miss Jane's beautiful smile that she had been looking forward to seeing seemed to be not so sweet.

"Where do I go from here......

Nesara had no intention of having afternoon tea, so he casually took a sandwich and walked out of the house, nibbling on it, and walking along the guardrail on the edge of the castle tower in the direction of the school.

Aisharin's old nest had been re-planned by the Order of Truth engineering team and was much better lit, and the soft sunlight poured down did not make Nesaro feel warm and open, and a dull heat rose in his heart, which was called anxiety.

"Nesaro! I can be regarded as finding you, what's the matter with you, the communication terminal has been calling and failing, and I thought you were going to escape if I couldn't find anyone! ”

"Huh? Run, desertion? Nesaro almost fell to the ground with the sandwich in his hand, and when he looked back, he was called out to a male colleague who also worked at UNHCR.

Nesaro stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth, chewed and asked, "What do you mean by desertion, I'm almost 35 years old, and I'm long past the age to serve in the navy......"

"What I want above is Bensan's, send the educated young man to the battlefield, I can't give up, let's go!" Without saying a word, the colleague pulled Nesara and walked back, which was the direction of Shingon Square.

During the reign of the Empire, the grand square used by the state church to spread the teachings of the emperor was bustling with people, and Nesaro was dragged all the way by his colleagues, almost choking himself to death.

After finally relieving himself, he stood in the crowd and looked up at the sky, and the mobilization speech in the center of Shingon Square was impassioned, but he couldn't hear the words clearly. Swarms of nanodrones hovered over the crowd of people, looping top resolutions stamped by the federal dictator:

From now on, the Human Federation will wage a war of genocide against the Aeldarins.

From now on, the Far Eastern Star Domain will enter a state of war readiness, and all industrial production capacity will be prioritized to serve the military industry.

From now on, a mandatory conscription order will be issued.

(End of chapter)