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Chapter 1758 New Life (Part 1)

1758,'New Life'(Part 1)

Ah~~~!!! The shrill scream...

There was chaos all around, with many people crowded together and running away.

Cries...

Whoosh~~~~A blood-red blaster beam was launched, exploding on a vague figure nearby! Followed by more blaster beams! And the terrifying footsteps that sounded like steel stepping on the ground...

In the distance, a figure wearing a black cloak was approaching step by step.

Buzz...the blue lightsaber poked out from the hand of this figure.

That refreshing color now seems as scary as hell!

"Run!! Carl, run!!!" a hysterical shout.

"Hiss..." Carl Kestis opened his eyes suddenly.

Beep beep beep beep beep...the sound of the electronic alarm clock also sounded at this time. Karl then breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling. Countless thoughts returned to his mind and were washed away.

The horrible memories of that scene just now.

He looked around. It was a small room that was simple but very clean and looked new. There was a table, a chair, a bed, a cabinet, and a holographic projector in the room.

‘Are we going to start again?’ Carl Kestis sighed.

Sure enough, the holographic projector next to it automatically turned on, and a lush field of crops was projected from the projection, as well as farmers working with advanced agricultural machinery.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles of happiness and satisfaction. The scene switched to a warm family. The farmer just now was holding his two or three children, enjoying delicious and natural food and having family fun together.

[Good morning, respected workers, enthusiastic pioneers of the Principality of Dawn. Today is the 7th day of your short inspection period. After the next 63 days of pleasant labor, you will officially become a member of the Principality of Dawn and start your journey.

That wonderful new life! Today, we will appreciate together the purely natural agricultural production system of the Liming Principality...]

Carl Kestis ignored the noisy holographic projection, got up on his own, washed briefly, put on a set of work clothes, opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door was a corridor, and many people wearing the same clothes as him had already walked out. However, the faces of these people were not as happy and satisfied as in the holographic projection. On the contrary, their faces were full of numbness and confusion.

impatient.

"I'm here to be a construction engineer! Not a floor-laying worker!" one person complained loudly.

But it was to no avail. While he complained, he kept walking towards the canteen without stopping.

Carl Kestis also sighed softly and followed the flow of people to a huge canteen. He received two bowls and a set of cutlery at the door. The cutlery can be a knife, fork, a spoon or two strange wooden sticks.

, Carl took a fork and went to the serving opening in front.

Breakfast is very simple, with nutritional supplements. You can choose one to three tubes according to the amount of food, and there are four flavors to choose from. Then there is a slice of fried egg, with various sauces on the side that can be sprinkled on the egg. Carl chose a red fruit chop

The spicy feeling of the crushed sauce in his mouth made his somewhat numb nerves more awake.

Then I put a bowl of seaweed soup in another bowl, and that's all.

But this kind of breakfast is already very good in the opinion of Karl Kestis. Natural foods such as fried eggs and seaweed are simply not available on other planets with worse conditions. In many places,

In addition to protein-synthesizing nutrients, what civilians can find are highly compressed and highly fermented hard foods, which basically can only guarantee that they will not starve to death.

At least now in the Principality of Dawn, the situation seems to be very good.

In fact, it is precisely because of this that many people who come here are able to endure the almost continuous brainwashing education every day, as well as the boring life that is completely different from what was promised.

That's right, take Carl Kestis for example. Although he was promised a job as a maintenance technician in a machine shop affiliated to the United Mining Group, after he stepped off the spacecraft, he simply asked

After a few words, he was assigned to the current labor camp.

This labor camp was called Semi-manual Skilled Workers, which was a strange name. However, later in life, Karl realized that this labor camp was really literal, and it really allowed them to do manual labor for half a day and learn skills for the other half.

Are there full-force labor camps or full-skilled labor camps?

Looking around, there were people everywhere and there was no empty table at all. So Karl came to the stairs, sat down, put the seaweed soup in front of him, and unscrewed a tube of pineapple-flavored nutritional supplement.

At this time, a large black shadow enveloped him.

Carl said hello without raising his head, "Hey, Furman, good morning."

"Good morning, Karl." A big man two meters tall came over and sat down directly side by side with him.

This big man turned out to be the big man with two children who thought he was blocking the way when we were catching the spaceship at the space port. He was also in the same labor camp as Carl, which was quite a coincidence. As a result, the two became friends.

made friends.

"How is it? Are you used to it?" Although Furman is a big man, he is still very thoughtful. He asked first.

In the previous conversation, Carl learned that he was once an engineer at Corellia Engineering Company, and now he is employed here as a mechanical maintenance worker.

Karl smiled and said, "It doesn't matter to me. Anyway, I'm alone everywhere. It's not about getting used to it. I just feel that the life here is different from what they promised."

As he spoke, he pointed to the holographic projection next to him that was still playing various brainwashing videos in a loop. The image of Grand Duke Tang Xiao of Dawn projected on the projection was, needless to say, promoting the greatness of this Grand Duke.

place.

"I heard some rumors... not long ago, a riot broke out in the Model Sector." Furman grabbed a tube of nutritional supplements, put it to his mouth, squeezed it gently and drank it all, "

So after that, all immigrants who enter the Principality of Dawn must live in this temporary city for two months. On the planet Annaji alone, there are as many as 10 such temporary cities."

"I think they're killing people's minds," Carr said.

"You're right, maybe this is what Tang Xiao wants." Furman ate the omelette in another bite, smacked his lips with unfinished content, and took another tube of nutritional supplements.

"Where is your son? Is he settled?" Karl asked.

"There is a nursery that can take care of them. I completed the procedures yesterday and sent them there," Furman replied.

"There is no doubt that you will see these things when you go to the nursery." Karl pointed to Tang Xiao's image over there.

"I can't care about so much now..." Furman finished his breakfast in a few mouthfuls, "Let's go, the shuttle has arrived."

Carl had also finished his breakfast, walked out with Furman, and got on a passenger suspension vehicle. The breakfast time was only 10 minutes in total, and you would be punished if you exceeded the time.

The punishment is to extend the inspection time in this temporary city, and if the time is extended to a certain length, you will be sent back.

For many, deportation means homelessness.




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