Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Wu Mian is an extremely cautious person. He has multiple residences in Kyoto City, and no one knows the specific locations of these residences.

Even Shen Jiahong and Wei Ling, who are closest to him, don't know where he goes every night.

It's nighttime, Linjiang District, Mouse Alley.

Mouse Lane was formerly an underground military base before the Cold War. After it was turned into a refugee camp, it was dug deep underground. Except for the sunlight that can reach the bottom puddle at noon every day, it is pitch black all day long.

A piece of it exuded a putrid smell.

There is no water, electricity, toilets, let alone dehumidification and ventilation facilities. The high technology that changed the times is completely missing here, which is where the name Rat Alley comes from.

The residents who can live here can no longer be described as the bottom class, but a group forgotten by society.

The only advantage of living here is that they don't have to pay resident tax and can keep their living costs to a minimum.

Even though deaths such as collapses and heating poisoning often occur here, this has not stopped more and more residents.

For these marginalized groups, life is the only cheap commodity they can control independently, and a life of broken things is also their only choice.

At the entrance of the Mouse Alley, there are many messy wires hanging, which were stolen from the lampposts by nearby residents. The reflection of the moon is swaying left and right in the puddle formed by water seepage in the deepest part of the alley, and a corrupt atmosphere fills the street.

The alley makes people feel depressed and hopeless.

Wu Mian wore a cloak and walked on the artificially excavated corridor. From time to time, disabled people would appear around him. Most of these people used to have harmonious families and formal identities. In order not to be treated as synthetic humans, they had to be dismantled.

He lost his prosthetic equipment and became a poor person who lost the ability to work.

People who often live here will have experience walking close to the inside of the corridor, because no one knows when the residents on the upper floors will throw sewage, feces, and garbage to the bottom of the pit.

After walking down three floors, Wu Mian stopped at the door of an expired food store.

When the old man in the store saw his figure, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he opened the table on the edge of the counter.

Wu Mian did not communicate with the other party. He just scanned the instruments on the table with his wristband, paid the 300,000 general coins in arrears, opened the curtain and walked into the back space.

There is a private security team lurking around here, receiving a salary of 10,000 general currency every day. The only thing they need to do is to prevent anyone from going to the back door of the store.

For a long time, countless gangsters who wanted to come to the store to rob have disappeared without a trace, and there is no law in Mouse Alley, let alone law enforcers.

No one would have thought that the famous Wu Mian of the Nine Places would actually live in a dirty place like Mouse Lane.

Going deeper along the aisle at the back of the store, there are obvious signs of reinforcement on the walls on both sides, the air is drier, and the ventilation fans above the head are constantly bringing in fresh air.

The door opened, and Wu Mian walked into the brightly lit room. The screens on the surrounding walls played scenes that were so fake that they looked real. There were rockeries and flowing water in the room. Green plants grew wildly under the light of the plant lights, and precious ornamental fish in the pool came from time to time.

It will jump out of the water and create waves.

"Master, you are back!"

After Wu Mian entered, a stunning beauty with a height of 1.75 meters came forward with a relieved expression, but the uneasiness and concern in her heart could still be seen in the eyes that looked Wu Mian up and down.

This woman is called A Lu, and she is Wu Mian's intelligent machine housekeeper.

The coalition government's crackdown on intelligent robots is more stringent than that of synthetic humans. After all, synthetic humans still have human thoughts. Although they are classified as non-legal humans, after all, they have received human education and have human thoughts.

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Intelligent robots are a completely new category. They have no human ethics, no humanity, and no empathy. They even have a completely different understanding of life from humans. They have a huge risk of awakening and are easily hacked and controlled by hackers.

Once intelligent robots are allowed to reach a large scale and awaken, it will be a disaster for the human race.

Alu is an old-fashioned nuclear-powered robot with complete artificial intelligence. It has been acting as a nanny for many years, taking good care of Wu Mian's life.

Wu Mian's return seemed to make A Lu excited: "Are you hungry? I have prepared dinner. Go and eat quickly."

Wu Mian walked towards the restaurant: "How did you know I was coming back today?"

"I'm not a god. How can I predict the future? During your absence, I will prepare a new meal every half hour to prevent you from being hungry when you come back."

Alu walked to the dining table and opened the sterling silver insulated gold-insulated cover, revealing the warm Western food underneath: "The meals are all cooked according to the daily recipes. Because you didn't order in advance, you don't know how to cook them."

Not to your liking."

Wu Mian sat at the table and picked up the customized tableware made by the master: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Serving you is the meaning of my existence. How can I call it hard work?"

A Lu had a warm smile on his face. He saw Wu Mian picking up the tableware but didn't say anything: "Are you hungry? If you want to eat something else, I can make it for you."

Wu Mian looked at the high-cost tableware in his hand. Just one fork was enough for a household in Mouse Lane for several years, and the dazzling array of food on the table. He found that he could not adapt to the luxurious life before, but felt nostalgic and rebellious.

The days when they lived together with Jun, and their junk food: "I really don't have any appetite. Make me two roasted sweet potatoes."

"Roasted sweet potatoes?"

A flash of surprise flashed in A Lu's eyes: "That's food eaten by people at the bottom. With your status, how can you eat such a thing?"

Wu Mian smiled: "I just suddenly wanted to try it."

Although A Lu was puzzled, he still accepted the instruction: "Okay, wait a moment, I will go and prepare."

Twenty minutes later, A Lu brought the roasted sweet potatoes to Wu Mian on a sterling silver plate.

Wu Mian looked at the beautifully shaped roasted sweet potatoes placed on the expensive dinner plate, picked up a piece of it, chewed it gently, and then dropped the fork on the dinner plate.

"Ding dong!"

With the sound of metal colliding, the fork was bounced to the ground.

A Lu saw Wu Mian lose his temper and looked at him in surprise: "Master, is there something wrong?"

Wu Mian lost his temper for no reason: "Tell me, are these roasted sweet potatoes?!"

"This is roasted sweet potato! I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I specially added honey and rosemary, brown sugar, bourbon whiskey, unsalted butter, eggs and chopped pineapple, cardamom, ginger powder, and vanilla."

After Alu introduced the seasonings required for this dish, he asked in a low voice: "Is my cooking method wrong and it affects the taste? I will throw it away and make a new one for you!"

"That's all, this has nothing to do with you."

Wu Mian looked at the frightened A Lu and suddenly realized a problem.

Perhaps what he misses is not the taste of ordinary roasted sweet potatoes, but the taste of living with his companions.

For him, the people around him are subordinates who obey orders, but Nan Ci and others are his rare friends. They will treat him as an equal and don't need to carefully figure out what he means for fear of provoking him.

dissatisfaction.

That feeling made Wu Mian, who lived under high pressure, feel relaxed from the inside out.

A Lu looked at the moody Wu Mian, standing quietly aside, somewhat at a loss, waiting for the next instruction.

Wu Mian lit a cigarette, took a few puffs and looked at A Lu: "Was I always so lonely before?"

A Lu shook his head slightly, walked forward and picked up the tableware on the ground: "I don't know what you mean by loneliness, but I know that you are very strong, and the strong are lonely."

"call!"

Wu Mian exhaled a breath, and the memory of the worker bee in his mind overlapped with the previous fragments, and he quickly adjusted his state: "You are right, there are some wrong memories, it is better to forget them."