"If I don't move, no one can let me leave my house, no one can."
"Mr. Anderson, I need to remind you that the tourist status agreement you signed clearly stipulates this situation. You must fulfill the contract, otherwise you will violate the law."
"Damn it, talk to my lawyer. Guess what, I didn't find out until now that I was deceived. You took advantage of your monopoly power and information asymmetry to deliberately conceal many disadvantages and even hindered my personal freedom.
I have the right to refuse to fulfill the terms. My lawyer advised me so, and I said so in court. In short, I just won’t move, and no one can force me to leave my home.”
"Well, Mr. Anderson, since you have violated the contract, your tourist status will be frozen, and you will also face a huge compensation lawsuit..."
"God, why do I have to live in that concentration camp? Is there some ulterior conspiracy? Don't deny it, you are planning something, I know..."
"Dududu..."
"Damn it, damn it, I won't give in!"
Anderson hung up the phone angrily, went to the basement and brought out a semi-automatic rifle, locked the doors, closed all the curtains, and was on alert for every stranger who appeared in front of his house.
The phone rang, and he thought it was someone from North Micana Company again. As soon as he answered the call, he yelled, "I won't move. No matter what you say, it's useless. The police outside can't scare me..."
"It's me, Qiao Yin"
"Ah, Qiao Yin, have you received their ultimatum? The police are right outside my door. They may rush in and take me away at any time. You guys should think of a way."
"Anderson, the guild has decided to move to the City of Angels. I'm here to inform you."
"What, you actually gave in? Didn't you say it was a concentration camp, but..."
"Look at TV, Anderson, your way of obtaining information is too backward."
“What about equal pay, what about marches, what about protests?”
"Only when we are all concentrated in one city and one community, those politicians will please us, because their votes are in our hands. The reality is that we are too scattered, and our palms are open and cannot make a fist, so naturally we have no power. But relocation
It will not be the case in the City of Angels. With independent electoral districts and new electoral qualifications, politicians and capitalists need to please us. Even when facing players, we are not afraid because we have a numerical advantage."
"so……"
"Move Anderson, the media, public opinion, and the law are all on the other side, and we have nothing."
"But... that's a concentration camp!"
"Watch the TV, we'll talk about the other stuff when it comes online."
"Okay, okay."
Without the support of the Tourists Association and other tourists, Anderson lost most of his confidence. After hanging up the phone, he walked around the house irritably for several times. When the police outside broke into his yard, he finally gave in.
"I move, I move, let those people outside leave my yard, immediately!"
"I'm very happy about your change, Mr. Anderson. Please excuse me. Regarding the subsequent immigration matters, a dedicated person will soon take over. Congratulations in advance on becoming a resident of the City of Angels..."
"Go home and eat yourself!"
Neighbors were pointing outside and the police took the opportunity to ruin his reputation. Someone was already preparing to negotiate with him. He had offended the neighbors and it was inconvenient for him even if he wanted to stay in this community.
Small arms cannot twist thighs, and capitalists have many ways to make themselves submit.
Now that even the guild has to compromise, what else can we do?
Anderson really didn't want to leave the house where his grandparents had lived, but he had no choice.
He put down the gun sadly, looked at the house with some sadness, picked up the family photo on the coffee table and wiped it. The police outside should have received a call.
Turn on the TV, and the reporter on the screen is introducing a strange city behind you. Judging from the pictures fed back by the camera, this city is really a utopia, extremely 'beautiful', extremely alternative and extremely mysterious.
When he saw the clear dividing line surrounding the city, Anderson sat up straight.
"...This is a miracle, a city of miracles, a city of angels. It uses the latest technology obtained from Canaan and leads the world."
"...It breaks the barriers between virtuality and reality, and is the ultimate crystallization of the application of artificial intelligence and VR in reality. It is a city of the future, a dream city composed of tourists and players."
"...It is a prediction, a template, and a display of the future. It is the Garden of Paradise now and even for a long period of time. It is nurturing new hope. It is a gift from God to us. It is the paradise of angels.
city."
The reporter praised his work to the fullest, and Anderson looked at the city outline on the screen repeatedly. Gradually, he became less resistant than before.
Disturbed by the host who looked like a talk show actor, he changed the channel.
Almost all the channels are saying the same thing, City of Angels.
You know, conspiracy theories are prevalent in Western culture. Even if this so-called City of Angels is really as good as they say, you can usually see the pros and cons. But now, the overwhelming praise is overwhelming, and you can actually find it on TV.
Not another voice.
This happened even after changing several channels in a row.
This is not normal!
Anderson, who likes to think wildly, became nervous again.
When I turned on my computer, I saw some different voices on social media, but they were all restricted, and it took me a long time to find them.
"...Look, look, City of Angels, haha, I think it's just a factory. Don't ask me what factory it is. Just look at The Matrix and you will know that in the future, all of us will lie in coffins and live in a world where we
In the world that is thought to be real, the body is protected by men in black, and the soul is taken over by the rich, politicians, and capitalists. They have compiled a dream called Canaan for us to immerse ourselves in, and let us become their 'battery', okay
Let them have eternal life.”
"...I know, I know, that thing is true. Canaan can make people resurrect from the dead. The rich, capitalists, and politicians have all reserved a place, but this kind of resurrection from the dead is inevitable.
Conditionally, the agreement reached with the aliens is to sacrifice our souls. Look, this City of Angels is just the beginning, and there will be countless more in the future until everyone in the world can be accommodated."
To be honest, this kind of conspiracy theory is not new for a long time. Anderson looked at the few comments below, and he was about half of them supporting and opposing. He was about to type on the keyboard to express his opinion, but as soon as he refreshed, the post disappeared.
Looking back, all those posts with negative comments are gone.
Looking at the overwhelming praise online and offline, Anderson felt chilled in his heart. He sat in the living room in a daze for a while. It was time to go online.
In order to quell various offline doubts and legal issues, the North American national server has certain restrictions such as the maximum online time for tourists. A large number of tourists came online, and the new New York City, which was still under construction, was instantly overcrowded.
It's daytime offline, and night online. The popularity of the City of Angels has spread from offline to online. As soon as I started, I received several system prompts from the national server.
It's better to go to the guild as soon as possible and ask.
The Tourist Guild, which was established to fight for "equal pay for equal work" with players and protest against the "systemic discrimination" of the system and Canaan Corporation, is not recognized online. Tourists do not have friend lists and various chat channels, so communication can only rely on
Huh, traffic can only be done by walking.
Leaving the bustling resurrection point, I saw from a distance that the Statue of Liberty that had just been erected yesterday was pushed to the ground. I didn’t know what kind of plot the NPC priest of the system temple was leading the player believers there. A large number of tourists gathered around to watch.
What other disputes occurred between the two parties?
Anderson was unwilling to join in, fearing that he would be dragged over to get someone killed, so he turned around and walked onto a secluded side road.
He had just walked a few steps when he was suddenly hugged from behind and a sharp object was pressed against his lower back. A guy with an obvious black accent asked him if he wanted money or his life.
have to!
Anderson could only accept his bad luck and took out two coins to send the opponent away.
Seeing the other person running away laughing and joking with his accomplices, Anderson spat and swallowed the racially charged words when they came to his lips.
Farke!
Feeling worse.
There are houses on both sides of the alley, with owners, and the private property is the same as in reality. Those recognized by the national server are also tourists. These people become the online property class as soon as they go online, and they quickly divide up the national server.
Various resources and players are not as good as them.
In addition to the territory of the public server, they have developed visitor functions and services at an astonishing speed. Its maturity far exceeds that of China, and it has also been trumpeted by offline media.
But the players are very dissatisfied because the price of the services they enjoy has not been reduced, but has been increased.
To a certain extent, the establishment of the Tourist Association was promoted by these property-owning classes. People like Andrew, whether offline or online, can only be regarded as so-called 'red necks', rude, conservative truck drivers or
Small farmer.
At the end of the alley is another main auxiliary road of the cross-shaped main street. New New York is not as large as the main city of the Chinese national server, but it can accommodate hundreds of thousands of players and tourists, so the area is still quite large.
Similar excitement is happening on this unnamed side road.
"You can't do this, you can't do this, God!"
Led by the NPC priest of the system temple, the player believers continued the mission and were destroying an evangelical church of Jesus Christ.
On the surface, there is nothing special about this church. It is indeed a secret place for tourists and some players to worship evil gods and false gods that are not "certified" by the system and the national server. The city lord's palace, which represents the authority of the national server, is not there, and the city guard and the sheriff are watching from the side.
It’s so lively, it seems like they’re hiding from the limelight.
ha!
Anderson was happy to see the capitalists in the national costume being frustrated and seeing a lot of tourists mixing in. If he didn't see anyone he recognized, he joined in and shouted slogans along with the crowd.
religious freedom.
Faith is guiltless.
The gospel of God is true, everything online is fake and so on...
Anyway, no piece of meat will be lost, and it is good to vent the bad breath.
Shouting slogans is useless. The player has a mission and refuses to recognize his relatives. Even in reality, he is also the 'Lamb of God'. In less than a while, the small church was destroyed and several tourists suspected of 'sacrifice to evil gods and false gods' were arrested.
They were escorted and imprisoned in the prison of a certain system church. What awaited them would be a severe trial, or they might lose their tourist status permanently.
well!
The meal was tasteless in the end. Anderson took one last sympathetic look at the destroyed church, sighed, and walked towards the New New York branch of the Visitors' Guild.
The station, which consists of several houses, is not much different from the offline Truck Drivers Guild he belongs to, except that it cannot be listed publicly - in terms of feel and atmosphere.
"Anderson, are you here? Did you receive the notice from the national server? Which shift are you assigned to?"
Anderson looked around the office of his old acquaintance Qiao Yin with envy, and was enthusiastically pulled by him to sit down on the 'sofa'.
They are both tourists, and their status in reality is almost the same, but they have already received high salaries and are in offices. How can they reason with each other?
"Tea?" Qiao Yin said, "Sorry, I should say drinks similar to tea, coffee, etc., have not been tested yet."
"Tea!"
Qiao Yin just shouted outside the office door. After a while, a charming secretary twisted her hips and brought tea in.
When Qiao Yin saw Anderson staring at the secretary's buttocks, she laughed evilly, moved closer and said, "Don't look at it, that's a sexual minority."
"Ah!?" Anderson was disgusted by this. He quickly picked up the tea and took a sip to calm down his shock.
"Pfft!", he spat it out and shouted, "What the hell!?"
"Haha..." The embarrassment of his old friend made Qiao Yin very happy. He also picked up the tea and took a small sip with a look of aftertaste on his face.
"This thing...are you sure you can drink it?" Anderson shouted.
"You were probably the first person to discover coffee beans," Qiao Yin said. "Try it, try it again, don't spit it out in a hurry, you will find a different delicious taste."
Anderson hesitantly picked it up and followed his example and took a small sip. This weird warm liquid started to 'revolt' as soon as it entered his mouth. All kinds of strange and weird flavors rushed up at once, creating a strong stimulation.
It made his whole body tremble... But after enduring the most unbearable stage, a strange, indescribable taste appeared, replacing all the excitement and weirdness, flowing into the body along the esophagus.
"Ha!" Anderson couldn't help but spit out a breath that smelled of alcohol.
"How's it going? Not bad, right? Haha..."
"Okay, okay!" Anderson took another sip, and after tasting it for a long time, he smiled and said, "It seems not bad?"
"You will fall in love with it, I promise." Qiao Yin patted his shoulder vigorously.
"Honestly, haven't you tried making wine? The wine sold by the system is too expensive and tastes bad. Most of us tourists can't drink it either..."
"Old man, is this why you came to me?"
"Of course not." Anderson took another sip of tea, licked his lips and spoke of his purpose.
