On the earth, the original names of various cities and countries have disappeared from various official materials and public opinions. There are only cold divisions based on time zone locations and numbers. For example, the urban area where Lao Bao is located is called "Eastern China".
District 725".
The "East Seven" in the front is the time zone, and the "Two Five" is the regional code. Each region has a nominal governance agency, but it is basically just a puppet, various large cross-regional consortiums, local powerful factions, and even some armed separatists.
Power is the master of these areas.
For these, the "reclamation team" in the sky turned a blind eye.
Anyone who is not stupid knows that they are happy to see divisions and conflicts among the indigenous peoples of the earth, as long as their red lines are not touched.
As for the "red line" of the "reclamation regiment", of course it is their transcendent colonial status.
This is not to say that the "Reclamation Corps" vigorously suppressed various violent and non-violent activities with the slogan of "anti-colonial". In fact, they were always slow to respond to this, because before they could take action, most similar activities had already
In the end, it ended with the change of political power in "such and such district".
Resistance forces are emerging one after another on the earth. With weapons such as interstellar missiles and beam cannons, can they reach the moon and Mars bases?
Even the nearest one, after so many years, is still not firmly in the synchronous orbit?
For the vast majority of indigenous people on earth, there is only one “red line” that is closely related to their lives:
Human body modification, also known as "human modification" or "intelligent machine" technology.
It is ironic to say that the most cutting-edge "body modification technology" currently available to the majority of aborigines was spread by the "Reclamation Corps" after 2060. They selected the first generation of "Archons"
", was given "authority", the so-called "intelligent machine fusion transformation", allowing those twenty-four people to ascend to the sky in one step and become "demigods" for all to see.
With a startling glance, all the natives of the earth saw the ladder to the sky, and then withdrew it.
Although more than half of these twenty-four "first-generation consuls" quickly perished in the subsequent conflicts and attacks, the terrifying strength displayed in the war they initiated was even far greater than those of high-energy tides.
A powerful "abnormality" catalyzed.
Now there are only eight of the first generation of consuls left, and half of them have basically faded out of people's sight, but these eight people still firmly occupy the highest ecological niche below the colonists of the "Reclamation Corps".
Even if the second and third generations of consuls appeared intermittently later, they could not shake their status.
However, generations of consuls are essentially the same. They are "agents" authorized by the Reclamation Corps, and based on the authority they have obtained, they distribute various transformation technologies to their subordinates, forming an entire "management system".
class”.
There is no doubt that this is a technical system determined by both position and privilege.
In the past forty years, with the continuous changes and shifts of interest groups, related technologies have inevitably spread and will not be completely locked. However, from the day they appeared, all human body modifications, including normal prostheses, have
It is subject to strict control. It is almost impossible to cut off the source, and what is replaced is an extremely harsh traceability mechanism and punitive measures.
It is said that the intensity of various administrative regions around the world is inconsistent, some are stricter, and some are looser.
Unfortunately, the current "East 725 District" is extremely strictly managed. Those like Lao Bao, who have well-documented records and have undergone transformations, undergo several irregular firmware upgrades every year to determine whether there is any problem.
Illegal modification, cracking, functional changes and concealment of illegal records.
In addition, he is also a public official, so the inspection is more stringent. In addition to firmware version upgrades, there is also a regular inspection and a random inspection every year.
Today is the reporting day for regular inspection.
Lao Bao walked slowly down the mountain along the newly built greenway to the nearest bus stop.
Having worked in the Public Security Bureau for 30 years, he has become a familiar face in this area, and people say hello to him from time to time. But no matter who it is, young or old, Lao Bao can always show a smile one step ahead, or take the initiative
Say hello or respond enthusiastically.
Most people responded positively, even if it was pity.
Old Bao is a tragic figure in this area of the Public Security Department. He was obviously a good man and had a good temper, but his career has been ups and downs, and now he is just a small leader of the security team. His son and daughter both have extremely rebellious characters, and they both died.
Married far away, lost his wife, and ended up alone now.
There is no one to take care of me when I am sick, but I still have to maintain my so-called "vitality", laughing and joking, which makes me tired just thinking about it.
Lao Bao didn't think his lonely situation was that miserable, but it was indeed quite tiring, yet he still had to maintain a smile and laugh with a few young people at the bus stop.
Everyone has gone through different levels of human body modification and went to participate in regular inspections and corresponding quarantines. It is inevitable to talk about the nonsense of the security team, especially today's collective inspection. They did not send a special car and asked everyone to
It makes no sense to take the bus.
After squeezing onto the bus, the value of Lao Bao's smiling face finally became apparent. The young man who got on the bus first even helped him occupy a seat: "Uncle Bao, here!"
"Hey, this can save my life."
Lao Bao was not polite, thanked him in turn, and sat down. As soon as his butt touched the chair, the pressure and fatigue caused by last night's reconstructive surgery and running away immediately surged up. He was no longer young after all.
This level of transformation, even if it is "illegal transformation", cannot significantly improve his quality and energy.
After reluctantly chatting with Xiao Chang next to him for a few more words, he finally couldn't help feeling sleepy and said: "I have to take a nap, call me under the 'hook'..."
He didn't even hear the young man's answer clearly. Old Bao fell into a drowsy state and fell asleep.
Even when he was sleeping, he still covered his chest with the backpack he had taken off.
However, "Old Bao" didn't sleep for long. After just a few minutes, he tilted his neck and turned his face to the window. He opened his eyes a little and stared at the gray and fragmented world outside the car window.
Once you leave the scope of "Antlers Mountain", the green color basically disappears.
Under the gradually dispersing morning fog, there is a living area spliced together with gray-white cement and metal rust colors, occasionally decorated with other colors, which are basically the signboards of large and small stores.
As for the wider scope, it is either the logo colors of the companies, gangs or their hybrid bodies here; or it is the previous generation, yes, it is the remnants of the buildings before the Third World War.
Those thirty or forty-story residential buildings have gone through the flames of war and the abnormal impact of high-energy tidal periods. Although the quality of those that can survive is excellent, most of them can no longer maintain the original living facilities. What about elevators, gas, etc.
Sewage and water purification can only be achieved in dreams. However, there are still many homeless people huddled inside, barely able to shelter from the wind and rain. Of course, they have to pay all kinds of fees and pay a sufficient price.
People with a little bit of ability also wanted to make some modifications, so they piled various functional components on it, many of which were pulled from the abandoned mining area. This is also one of the most important commodities in the black market. Just such a modification
, you don’t have to think about planning or anything like that, it looks all messy and strange.
Along with this, falls from high altitudes, fires, and complete collapses are also common.
Not to mention the occasional gang fights and gun battles.
Halfway through the bus, two blocks away from the side, a fireball exploded. In the chaos, thick smoke was mixed with the dissipating morning fog, and there were gunshots and the echo of the explosion, as if there were countless demons inside.
It struggled and roared, and spread to attack and kill all around.
"Come on, have you brought the guy?" Chang Xin, who was beside Lao Bao, asked the colleagues around him in a low voice.
"How can this be less? But is this scene useless?"
"Looking at the territory of Metal Wild, they must have suffered heavy losses last night and they will be dug up today."
"It's serious to get through quickly."
"That's right, go back and call the nearest place, this car will fit in just right..."
"Shut your crow mouth!"
The young security team members just wanted to stay away from this shit scene, but they were in no mood to care.
This is daily life in the suburbs of East 725th District.
This is also the daily life of this earth.
Firelight seeped into the slits of "Old Bao's" eyes, and he watched quietly, without moving at all.
There was also some discussion among the senior officials of the original "Reclamation Group" about how this "living planet" that has not been registered yet should look like. The final decision was this:
On the premise of not causing mass extinction, don't let the indigenous people live too stable, so that they will be better able to withstand the hands of possible buyers later, no matter whether the situation gets better or worse.
In this way, the buyer's experience time is increased, which is also good for the goodwill of the "reclamation group".
If you really want to "register" and "buy and sell".
Under this guiding ideology, the intelligent machine technology from the "Thought Star Cluster" has swept the world. The production and sales of daily necessities basically no longer require human participation. Even a giant mine may only require a dozen or two.
Person No. 10 is engaged in routine maintenance.
The vast majority of people have no value at the production level and are completely excluded from the production process.
The best job they can imagine is to participate in the management of colonial people to maintain the basic social order; or to pursue some careerist to subvert the existing fragile order.
In this sense, the security team members, including Lao Bao, who were complaining about the lack of special buses and now just want to stay away, are already considered superior to others.
Despite the explosion and fire, they finally managed to get behind them, and the bus got closer and closer to the "Blood Moon Hook".
That cold, giant hook that seemed to be plated with blood was slicing across Old Bao's eyeballs.
Old Bao may not understand, but Ronan, who uses his perspective to observe the "outside" world, knows very well that this giant metal building that looks like a "manpower wonder" is actually a device used by the "Reclamation Corps" to monitor the Abyss.
There are more than 1,200, almost evenly distributed in various regions of the continent and ocean.
Under normal circumstances, they are monitoring equipment; in extraordinary times, they are the key medium for the "Reclamation Corps" to directly interfere in various regions of the earth. They are the bloody weapons that guide and use the turbulence in the abyss to destroy all resistance forces.
This is one of the most feared targets of "New Wildfire".
The subway station leading to the city center is located not far below the "Blood Moon Hook".