I, the only superpower on earth

"Hello, Standard Citizens of the New America."

"I know, maybe many of you still don't quite understand what is 'New America' and what is 'Standard Citizenship'. But don't worry, I will explain it to you soon.

Navalli's expressionless appearance appeared in front of hundreds of millions of citizens across the United States.

At this moment, the screen of any terminal display device was forcibly switched to his appearance.

Although someone wants to turn off the mobile phone, or unplug the TV, thus cutting off the signal. However, the nearest "sentry" has already heard the news, forced to enter the room, and played the hologram of Navari's speech to ensure that every New Order citizen who has passed the "standard citizen certification" can hear his first speech. A preaching.

Of course, there were also some people who knew Navalli, and the moment his face appeared, they were so shocked that they forgot to breathe.

San Francisco.

Villa area.

Since more than a month ago, Salman, who has been jointly controlled by the FBI and the CIA and supervised in his own home, is sitting in front of the TV, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the face of the man on the TV screen, deeply He took a deep breath.

In the chaos and invasion of just a few hours ago, San Francisco was of course also broken through and occupied by mechanical creatures. Previously, the supervision of the existence of this villa area was replaced by special police detectives and soldiers with mechanical creations.

In this regard, Salman has no joy in his heart, only anxiety.

But when he saw that the signal on the TV screen was forcibly switched to the picture of Navalli, his original anxiety was replaced by strong shock.

incredible.

Incredible.

...and, a touch of enlightenment, and understanding.

"call……"

He poured himself a glass of gin, swirled the glass, watched Navalli on the screen intently, and continued to speak under the surveillance of the "Type 1 sentry".

——"'New America' is a country built on the basis of the United States of America born from the Declaration of Independence on July 6, 1774. Compared with the United States of America in the past, the biggest difference here is that— —The 'New America', starting today, will abandon all the bureaucratic and administrative mechanisms of the past and replace them with new operating mechanisms maintained by AI and robots."

...

"In the new America, there will be no more administrative personnel and bureaucracies, and all administrative systems will be replaced by a fully electronic information platform. The information and related information left in paper materials and old government systems in the past For proof documents, I will incorporate them into the comprehensive information database through 800 'Information Towers' within a few days, and will conduct personalized information authentication through the 'Watch Towers' distributed throughout the United States."

In a high-end apartment in San Francisco, Swato hugged his son who was just born for more than half a year, watching Navalli preaching on the TV with a blank face, his eyes were a little shocked, but also a little clear.

His gaze moved out of the window, looking at the towering information tower that was built in a few hours outside San Francisco. It was still slowly deforming like a living thing, moving towards more and more complex and Moving in an unimaginable direction.

"So that's how it is... maybe only people like you can achieve such a miracle."

Recalling the experience of getting along with Navalli during that time, Swadow was a little hesitant and speechless for a while.

...

"All administrative systems and bureaucracies have been cancelled. Naturally, starting today, there will not be any special information marking personal identification or special titles in the 'New America'. Therefore, everyone's unique identity in the full information platform The identity will be simplified as a 'standard citizen'. In the 'New America', the basic rights of the following standards are obtained: 1. The right to living security such as food and housing with no less than 10,000 credit points; 2. In the 'New America' The right to be free from restriction and discrimination regardless of any job in the United States; 3. The right to browse, communicate, and create through a full information platform; 4. The right to use AI and programs for scientific research..."

In the confinement room of the FBI building, at the same time as Navalli's voice sounded, a woman's sharp and excited voice sounded at the same time.

"Hey, do you know who I am?! You metal insects! I am the mother of your creator!

"This man who is talking, he is my son! Take me to see him!!"

The woman's slightly bloated body danced around in the prison cell, her hands were flying towards the "Type 1 Sentinels", and she even wanted to step on the metal stools and tables in the prison room to climb onto them and send the "Type 1 Sentinels" to the ground. "We caught.

"'Standard Citizen' Felias, please stop your actions, or we will force you to be quiet."

"Type 1 Sentinel" gave Filias an order in a staid voice.

"Damn! You insects - I'm not Felias, I'm Estrella! I'm Navalli's mother - his dear mother, take me to him! Hahaha, I'm going to be Mother of the Emperor of America!"

Estrella's face was flushed, and she jumped up excitedly on the metal table, her fat fingers were about to grab one of the "Type 1 Sentry", but at this moment——

"Ding."

There was a small metallic sound, and Estrella's neck softened with the injection of a silver-white metal needle, and she squinted her eyes: "I... am..."

Then hovered, fell heavily on the table, and fell into a sound sleep.

...

"In New America, the past property system will be changed. From now on, the currency system of 'credit points' will be adopted here..."

New York.

In a slum block, a ragged black woman was sitting on the street, holding her child, staring blankly at the holographic image projected by a sentry next to her, with only an indifferent expression on her face.

The expression on her face hasn't changed since a long time ago—at least, it's been like this since she was a teenager. She can't laugh or cry, and she always has an indifferent expression.

Whether it's going to be a salesperson without graduating from high school.

Or watching his stepfather die on the street from an ice overdose.

Or maybe my mother died of illness on a windy and frosty night.

Even today, New York is occupied by Navalli's mechanical army. When "Sentry" entered various blocks and portals to investigate the situation, the expression on her face did not fluctuate.

It seemed to her that nothing could arouse her concern at all.

Holding my daughter in my arms, sitting and wandering on the street, seems to be the final destination.

"Mummy... Uncle on TV, what are you talking about?"

He has cleft lip and Asperger's syndrome, and is obviously thinner than his peers. He is already eight years old but still asks a woman like a three or four-year-old girl.

"Looks like there's going to be a new president."

The woman replied dully.

"President... Goo, President..."

The girl shrank into the woman's arms again.

But at the same time, the "Type 1 sentry" who was hovering in the air suddenly landed in front of the woman.

The woman looked at the "Type 1 Sentinel" and opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what was going on.

"Standard citizen Gove, and standard citizen Heidi, please follow me to receive your standardized residence."

"Standardized... housing?"

The woman stared blankly at the "Type 1 Sentinel".

"……what is that?"

"Standardized housing, that is, the first citizen Navalli Evans is building self-replicating bionic houses for 'standard citizens' who are currently homeless or whose housing quality is below the standardized level. No purchase is required and they cannot be transferred. , according to the standard of 80 square meters per person.”

The voice of "Type 1 Sentinel" was straight and indifferent, but the woman's eyes gradually widened.

"A house... a house... a house for me?"

"That's right. According to the data from the full information platform, your standardized residence is located on the Gold Coast and belongs to the 'Hive Type Six'. It is expected to be completed within two hours."

The Gold Coast is a well-known rich area in New York. Even a woman who grew up in a slum has heard of its reputation—but she never imagined that she would be able to live in it one day.

"I……"

The woman's lips trembled, and she stood up with difficulty holding the girl.

"Wait a minute, I'm a little limp—"

The woman said so, but the "Type 1 Sentinel" gathered together, and formed an octopus-like "Type 2 Sentinel" in the blink of an eye.

"Standard citizens Goff and Heidi have been detected and lack the ability to move, so they will be transported for a short distance. Please sit on it."

The woman sat on the "Type 2 Sentinel" and hugged the girl with an expression of disbelief. The original numbness and indifference disappeared without a trace like ice and snow melted by the sun.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The girl looked at the woman and asked in a low voice.

"nothing……"

The woman squeezed out a very unskilled smiling face that hadn't been shown for a long time, her voice trembling, and she crossed herself on her chest.

"The new president...is called Lord Navalli, right...

"—oh, praise God, praise Navalli!"