Someone once said: Impulse, passion, love - the youth without one of the three is incomplete youth.

I guess it's because he's a romantic. I take it for granted to sing the praises of life, look forward to the future, and depict dreams, and I think that a life without dreams and ideals is no different from a salted fish, so I can be so sure.

Maybe he has a point, but it doesn't work in the Empire.

In principle, the empire does not deny free love, but in practice there is a strict hierarchy between ethnic groups and classes, and each citizen must know and play his or her role well, enjoy the various social benefits provided by the empire, and at the same time assume corresponding obligations and strive to contribute to the empire. Interracial marriage, pedophilia, homosexuality, and homosexuality are not tolerated in the law that enforce this value, and are punishable by prison sentences ranging from two to twenty-five years, depending on the ethnic hierarchy of the offender, and who are lucky enough to be hung on the hook of a butcher's shop with a noose made of piano strings, enjoying a slow and painful death.

Romance with a member of a terrorist organization, if found out by the authorities, a lucky one might be sent to KZ to become the pet or toy of the commander of a concentration camp, but with a little luck...... They may be sent to a correction center to test the latest electroshock physiotherapy equipment, they may be sent to the Wehrmacht's range to assist soldiers in shooting at moving targets, and they may be sent to the underground interrogation chambers of the Imperial Social Order Bureau to test various confessions that have not yet been clinically tested......

If you still want to die, you should forget about that girl, no, you should pretend that you didn't see anything in the first place, and it is the right thing to do.

But......

"You are Pierre Marseille, the outstanding member and cadre candidate of the Youth League headquarters of the city?"

The girl unhesitantly pressed her face almost together, the strange smell of perfume and alcohol rushing to her nostrils, half a glass of whiskey in one hand and Marseille's thigh in the other. The loose top made the deep groove of the chest loom out, and felt that the too intimate contact was making the body stiff, Marseille still nodded, and replied honestly:

"Yes. ”

"We've all heard of you, there are not many people who can become cadre candidates at the age of fourteen, especially our group of fourth-class citizens, in order to grab the position of secretary, we have to get a bloody head, and in the end we still have to look at the results of the review, if you are lucky, you will probably re-examine it twice, and if you are lucky, you may have to re-examine it twice, and you may have to memorize it five or six times to pass the test. ”

The girl's voice was full of drunkenness, but the words she spoke were still coherent.

As part of the Imperial bureaucratic apparatus, the Imperial Youth Organization undertook the function of selecting talents, in addition to managing young citizens and instilling in them Imperial values. The specific responsibility for the implementation of this function is the internal review committee of the Youth League.

Mental state, daily performance, academic performance, attendance records, comments from teachers and classmates, comments from within the organization...... A variety of considerations are incorporated into the review, and then reviewed, and the best talents are selected as cadre candidates. In some cases, unsuccessful candidates will be examined a second or third time by different examiners. In this way, we can avoid the loss of talent due to the subjective factors of the examiners, and retain the talents that can be useful to the empire to the greatest extent.

Judging from the record so far, this seemingly onerous and draconian censorship system is indeed effective, and those who pass the censorship do play their due role in their respective positions.

Soon Marseille will be one of them, and it could be one of the best.

"We've heard about it, the Municipal Youth League Department has a very high evaluation of you, so far the internal audit has been successfully passed, and now the representative qualifications to participate in the sports exchange meeting are also in hand, as long as the performance is passed, it will be transferred to a formal cadre. Fourth-class citizens can pass the examination in one time, and you are the first one. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before you become a member of the Source of Life. ”

"Perhaps...... bar. ”

"Perhaps, Marseille, you're not pretending, you're acting cool!"

Girls leap to their feet, exaggerated screams mingle with high-decibel music, a group of young men and women in youth league uniforms with "Lebensborn" badges pinned to their chests writhing to the deafening music, the air is filled with the smell of beer, whiskey to Fanta, burning cigarettes and marijuana leaves, and the rich, handmade carpets are littered with wine, oil and suspiciously colored pills.

In the empire, the state, society, socialism, righteousness, and youth were ordered to stay away from cosmetics, alcohol, nicotine, sexuality, miscellaneous, and other "decadent products", especially young first-class citizens, who were likely to be forcibly conscripted once discovered, and purified their bodies and minds through the spiritual baptism of barracks life. On the other hand, as long as young fourth-class citizens can pass the assessment of the Youth League and successfully become a member of the "Source of Life", then they can indulge in carnival and indulgence in the suburban villas and estates under the name of the Youth League every weekend. Food, alcohol, drugs, gambling, soundproof suites, and props are all available, as long as you don't kill people and set fires. Those elites of famous schools are polite, dignified and virtuous on weekdays, and they show their other side here every weekend.

Unbeknownst to these sensual youths, the so-called "Source of Life" is not a high-class club, but part of a systematic project to train "tool managers" for the Empire.

It is clear to the top of the empire that whoever controls the young people controls the future, and that it is not feasible to rely on coercion and ideological preaching to master the youth, especially the best part. There must be enough lure to capture their hearts and make them die for the Empire.

This decoy is the "source of life".

Utter indulgence, almost absolute freedom, no preaching and no restraint – nothing appeals to adolescent boys and girls more than that. Once they have tasted the taste of depravity and indulgence, they will never let go, and in order to maintain this privilege and maintain this sensual life, the young people of the "Source of Life" will remain loyal to the Empire like ants who can take care of caterpillars for the sake of sweet water, and do their best for the Empire in their daily work and life.

Of course, this indulgence inevitably leads to the unspeakable problem of unmarried pregnancies, but there is a secluded birthing centre on the edge of the estate, where the full range of services and staff is provided, where pregnant girls are cared for and can choose whether to raise their children themselves or leave them in the care of the state. Since these young mothers are generally minors, they can only choose to dedicate their children to the state. Next, these children will undergo a series of screenings, excluding congenital disabilities, stunted growth, mental retardation, and genetic diseases, and the rest will receive a fully closed full-time elite education, anyone who can't keep up with the progress of education will be disposed of at any time, and finally the rest will be assigned to different units according to the needs of all aspects, from the actual flow point of view, most of them will become spies or spies, and some will be placed in the security department of factories and enterprises.

This is the true face of the "Source of Life", one of the many processing plants that produce qualified parts for the Empire.

Marseille didn't know these inside stories, and even if he did, he wouldn't have reacted now.

With his original personality, even if he is in such an environment, for the sake of his personal future, he will try his best to match the atmosphere around him as a candidate for the "Source of Life", try to make a good impression on everyone, and leave a network for his future development.

Before yesterday, he could have been buried in such daily life as a matter of course, but now everything in front of him seems to have faded, leaving only a monotonous gray, and he is so out of place in this dark canvas, like a fly glued to a landscape painting. As soon as he thought of this, the sense of disobedience that had been unpleasant since yesterday afternoon was magnified again, and the feeling of anxiety, irritability, and awkwardness haunted him, but fortunately Marseille had not lost the consciousness that "he should not be angry with others", so he simply became a decorative painting, so that he could keep himself as far away as possible from the crowd that was filled with a decadent atmosphere, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Marseille is right, but many times, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you.

Another group of alcohol-laden heads sat down around, and the paralyzing smell of the head increased in concentration (unlike other illegal drugs, the effect of numbness was milder), and the stormy music and commotion caused the stress in Marseille's heart to accumulate rapidly.

- It really shouldn't have come.

As a scantily clad girl sat down beside her, a corner of Marseille's heart said. At the same time, another voice in his heart was telling him that if he left now, all his efforts and efforts so far would be in vain.

"You are also very famous in our school, and everyone says that you may climb to a higher position, become the secretary of the Youth League Department, and then work in the city government. ”

"Oh, is that so. ”

Barely squeezing out a shy smile, Marseille cursed a stupid sentence in his heart.

Fourth-class citizens who can enter government agencies must be forty years old at least, and at most they will work to the level of section clerk. Even so, it still makes many outstanding fourth-class citizens flock to it, and the competition process can be called tragic and tortuous.

Even if you want to talk, you can't use such a nihilistic rhetoric.

Marseille subconsciously looked at the girl he was talking to, a drunken and beautiful face was looking at him, and the pupils that were sagging due to alcohol and drugs made one suspect that when a gust of wind blew, the pupils would disintegrate on their own. Thinking of another pair of resolute emerald green eyes, Marseille couldn't believe that the two were the same species.

Exhaling deeply, spitting out the confusion and unhappiness of his misfit with himself, Marseille froze as he picked up the cup full of Fanta and prepared to hide his embarrassment with a slow and logical motion.

Alpine velvet vest, knee-length skirt, black, white and red armbands, standard girls' uniforms, familiar to the point of being no longer familiar.

And then in that uniform was -

Looking at the face that didn't say goodbye, the face that kept him awake all night, the face that made him out of place with his surroundings. Marseille's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

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