With such an obvious abnormality, why is there not much movement outside?
As he entered the diaphragm, Anderson thought to himself.
The feeling of passing through the dividing membrane is unforgettable for a long time. The migrating team is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Everything you see is new and everything you touch is amazing.
This place seems like a completely unfamiliar alien world. I guess even if someone shouts loudly that we are on an alien planet, they will still believe it.
Look at the clouds above our heads. They are almost always in a fixed position in an attitude that completely goes against common sense. There are no popular science programs, no scientific explorations, no scientists. Experts analyze the principles of its existence to the audience in front of the TV, and there are no curiosity seekers to explain it.
The photos were spread everywhere, with horrifying titles, arousing widespread heated discussion around the world.
A specious Bermuda Triangle can endure for a long time. Whenever we talk about millennium mysteries, scientific black holes, and a Loch Ness monster, it can be extended to countless carriers of text and video... Such an elephant stays in the refrigerator.
It was actually ignored.
Is it normal?
Anderson, who likes to think about old things, was thinking about these things in confusion.
When he first came to Guijing, he looked at the city he was in like everyone else.
Originally it should have been dead silent, but now it is extremely lively, but I don't know if it is a psychological effect. This liveliness seems to be shrouded in a filter.
When you look at people and things through this filter, everything seems a little strange and weird.
Each new immigrant has a card, and the housing assigned to them is on the card. All the housing is the same, an 8-story building, one for each household, and one floor for each household, and it is free.
God, anything is possible in the capital world, and free things are usually extremely expensive.
The large army began to disperse on the main road entering the city. Under the command of the loudspeaker, Anderson and a dozen RVs and trucks left the main road and entered a straight auxiliary road, heading towards Area F on the card.
The newly designed smart city should have good greening, but the time is too short. The transplanted vegetation is listless. Many workers and professional vehicles are still busy. The traffic lights have started to work, but there are no police everywhere.
All cameras and sensors are responsible for such work, and the intelligent control center can feedback information to everyone in real time.
The City of Angels is a utopia, and this kind of ubiquitous surveillance has a strong dystopian flavor. It is precisely because it greatly infringes on "personal privacy" that there is a little noise.
But it’s just a little bit of noise, all covered up by how great it is, how incredible it is, how it transcends the times and many other ‘advantages’.
So many people and vehicles poured in at once, but the congestion did not occur. The black driver in Anderson looked at the countdown prompt of "...please wait for 12 seconds to travel together" projected on the windshield. As soon as the countdown ended, it was busy.
Sure enough, the intersection was cleared again, and then we saw the countdown saying 'You have 1 minute and 20 seconds to pass'. The team passed the intersection before the countdown ended.
"How did this happen? I said, did you see that thing just now?"
Anderson also looked around for the location of the projection equipment or camera and couldn't find it, so he shook his head.
"This is not friendly to some people." The black driver quickly grasped the point, "I don't want to be sent to jail just because I peed on the street."
I don't want to either... Anderson said in his heart.
But he estimated that he would spend very little time offline in the future. Residents of the City of Angels had no time limit online. If they were offline, they would either rest or purchase daily necessities. In a city that is almost a 'grave', it would be hard to care about these things.
Meaning?
Anyway, it's hard for him to feel at home from this place. He just treats himself as a tenant. Maybe he can get out of this place soon.
The 7th beta is about to begin, and there will be more players and tourists. If it changes from a very small minority to a minority group, this situation will surely be changed, right?
You can’t just put a few percent of the total population into ‘concentration camps’, right?
Anderson thought to himself.
The streets are exactly the same, the communities are the same, and the buildings are exactly the same. I don’t understand why they are designed like this. Are the designers out of their minds? Doesn’t this encourage people to think of bad things?
Maybe he is sensitive, but the black driver and his son are not as sensitive as him. Instead, they are full of praise for such a regular, clean city with a sci-fi style everywhere.
You know, these are all free.
Finally, the RV parked in front of an eight-story building. If it weren't for the nameplate, no one would be able to find their home.
The neighbors in the same building just met, a single woman, very beautiful, a family of three, I don’t know if the husband or the wife is a tourist, a sexy gamer and his Asian girlfriend, an old man with a seven-year-old
The eight-year-old granddaughter, of course, the little granddaughter cannot be a tourist...
Anderson didn't pay too much attention to the other people. He said hello in a cursory manner and chatted for a few words while the worker (driver) was moving things down. It was considered that they knew each other.
More than two hours later, all the belongings were placed in Anderson's home on the fourth floor. Seeing that the silver-white living room was finally filled with other colors, the sense of being in a hospital ward finally weakened.
I settled my payment with the black driver and his son, sent them off, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally there is internet.
The home of 700 to 800 square meters is as empty as a square, with all kinds of facilities and a small home theater, which can be called a luxury.
In order for people like them to "voluntarily" move here, it can be said that a lot of money has been spent. Such a huge cost has been paid, so naturally they will not be stingy with a small game warehouse.
However, the tourists’ helmets had not yet been delivered (unified consignment), so Anderson could only go online to find out the news about the 7th test.
The official website of North Micana has been flooded with news about the 7th test. It took a long time to open the page. As expected, I saw the official announcement that the 6th test was about to end and the preparations for the 7th test were about to begin. Anderson's heart dropped to his stomach.
But I didn’t see any content that player qualifications are only drawn from tourists.
7 Beta news has overshadowed this 'Great Migration of the Century'. There are more than 300 million people in North America, and there are only more than 1.5 million players and tourists. Most people are looking forward to it and speculating that it will be released this time.
How many players are eligible.
As tourists come online on a large scale, the vast difference between tourists and players has become well known to the public. Whoever can obtain the qualification of a player will become a tourist and become a second-class online citizen.
Anderson naturally hopes that the new player qualifications will only be drawn from tourists. If one million tourists become regular players collectively, it will only make sense to move to this ghost place.
There is still chaos outside. It is not easy for more than one million people to move in. The upstairs is also buzzing and no one knows what to do. This is the disadvantage of living in this kind of apartment building, although the place is big enough.
Anderson looked at the time. It was almost noon. It still looked like evening outside. The dark clouds above the head obscured the sunshine. I wonder if it will disappear in the future. If it is like this, forget about sunbathing. Angel
The city, I think it is the city of the abyss, there is no angel who cannot see the sun.
Anderson had quit smoking a long time ago, and now he couldn't help but take one. He felt like grass had grown in his heart, he couldn't sit still, and he always wanted to kill something.
The information on the Internet is confusing and confusing, excluding the largest number of emotional vents, and there is not much truly useful content. It is full of suspicion, and I always feel like there is an invisible hand directing something.
Simply go out for a walk and become familiar with the surrounding environment.
When he went out, the smart butler prompted him to change his password and enter his fingerprint and iris, etc. Anderson did so.
When I came outside, I met my neighbor who lived on the seventh floor in the elevator, a beautiful young single woman with blond hair.
"Hello"
"Hello"
I didn't know what to say. The atmosphere in the elevator was a little awkward. Fortunately, I couldn't wait too long and the elevator reached the first floor.
There are no residents on the first floor, and it is a transparent structure. In the future, public service facilities, such as canteens, bars, entertainment halls, etc., will be built in every building. Anyway, it is just what is on the drawing, and it depicts the future life.
The method is extremely utopian.
It's naturally empty now.
The parking lot outside was filled with vehicles from seven families. A seven or eight-year-old girl was playing under the car with a big yellow dog. When she saw the two people coming out, she hid in the car out of fear. Her grandfather came out.
.
"...Come and sit here, please?"
They were both tourists and neighbors, and they would have to deal with each other frequently in the future. Anderson and the beautiful blonde accepted the invitation and sat on the beach chairs surrounding a round table.
"Tea, coffee?"
"coffee"
"Tea, thank you."
"Emily!" the old man asked his granddaughter to bring drinks, pouring coffee for Anderson and black tea for the blonde. "How do you guys like this place?" he asked.
"Uh..." Anderson didn't know what to say.
"Very good," the blonde said after taking a sip of tea and thanking her in a low voice.
"There's something wrong with this place. I'm not talking about the sky, but..." The old man hesitated, while the little girl, Emily, timidly leaned against her and looked at the two of them with her big eyes like a small animal.
"Emily, right? You are so cute." Anderson smiled gently at her, then turned to the old man, "I am Anderson, Anderson Williams."
The old man said: "John, John Claude, this is Emily, my granddaughter"
The blonde put down her teacup and said, "Halle Bailey."
The three of them were now acquainted and continued the previous topic.
"What should Emily do if she goes to school?" Anderson said. "There doesn't seem to be a school in this damn place? No one has ever mentioned such a thing?"
"I made an appointment for her to take online school courses...school? Yes, there is no school in this place, it is a city of tourists and players." John said, "Others can only exist as vassals, no one cares, or
Said it was deliberately ignored."
"I don't understand, they built a city out of nothing and it cost so much, why don't they perfect it for other functions as a city?" Anderson said.
"I don't know, I think it's very weird here," John said, "Starting from passing through that...membrane."
Seeing someone like him, Anderson breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when Harley suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "Look!"
Anderson looked over and saw only a black dot floating under the heavy clouds...ah, no, it was flying.
At first Anderson thought it was some kind of bird, but then he realized something was wrong... was it a human?
people!?
He didn't notice that Harley had already stood up screaming, and Old John picked up Emily and hid in the car.
The man who was flying at low altitude was swaying, and there was no visible flying equipment on him. His posture was very unskilled, and he happened to fly towards this position.
Getting closer and closer, close enough to see clearly that she was a woman, with a high-decibel scream, and she suddenly fell down as she passed above her head.
"Help!"
It was at least dozens of meters high. Anderson didn't know what was going on in his mind, but he stupidly ran towards her landing point, and just raised his arms to try to catch her.
"Are you crazy!?", Harley screamed in the distance.
If a person falls from this height, he cannot be saved. Whether he survives depends on luck.
Unlucky, if he caught it, he would most likely be smashed into pieces, but it was too late at this time. With a cry, Anderson had already seen the other party's face twisted in horror.
——Unexpectedly beautiful.
Fortunately, when he was about to die, the man's fall slowed down. Anderson vaguely heard an awkward syllable, which seemed to be a curse, and then he was pressed to the ground by the huge impact.
It felt like he had caught an iron ball, and his arms were so painful that he could no longer feel anything. However, the woman on top of him felt much better. With Harley's help, she could even stand up.
"How are you? Do you want to call the doctor?"
——Is there a hospital in this damn place?
Anderson thought to himself before falling into coma.
When I woke up, I was lying in the living room of my home. There was a doctor available to provide door-to-door service.
"...It's just a fracture, not serious. It will take a few months to heal. No other problems have been found, Miss Maria."
"Ah, he's awake."
What caught the eye were two beautiful faces.
The blond one is the neighbor Harley, and the one with slightly curly brown hair is the heroine who is supposed to be the hero who saves the beauty, a player named Maria.
"Thank you so much for today. I'm so sorry for causing you injury!"
More than an hour later, Anderson regained some consciousness, his arms were already in plaster, and two ribs were fractured...Thank God, he felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed out.
"What's going on?" Anderson asked.
Female player Maria: "What?"
"Why did you... uh..."
"Haha, don't you know yet?" Maria smiled and handed him a glass of water, and carefully raised his head, "The City of Angels, the City of Miracles, the middle ground between reality and virtuality."
"What, what do you mean?" Harley asked nervously.
"That is to say, the intersection between online and offline is here. Naturally, some online things also play a role here, so some of the abilities in the game will... uh, you should understand, right
Bar?"
Although they were mentally prepared, Anderson and Halle were still stunned by the shock.
How is it possible?
Is today April Fool's Day?
Could it be that ‘change starts here’ is such a method of change?
