This Game is Too Real

  Thanks to the relief supplies and professionals from the alliance, the urgent needs of the new authorities in Boulder City were resolved, and more than half a million survivors in the city were stabilized.

   It's not difficult to make a scene.

  Especially when the old man sitting in the chair is a pig, just beat them on the head with a stick.

   However, running a settlement with hundreds of thousands of people is not a problem that can be solved with a few sticks.

   Even the profiteers of the royal family ran away, and the nobles of the inner city left only a huge mess for the victors.

  If the new authorities can't solve the problem of bread and fuel, there will soon be a group of crybabies crying out for the master's name.

   Survival is the instinct of animals, which is understandable.

   But to put all the credit on the heads of the Sid gentlemen, it must be a violation of himself.

   Once a stable society is formed, there is inertia in operation under the established order and rules. This is not the credit of anyone, but the credit of every participant.

  If Master Sid did nothing, this broken jar could probably still be used. But it was unfortunate that this big smart, cunning, and tossing, from time to time, took the jar to shake a dice, and when the corner was missing, he would paste a piece of chewing gum to deceive himself, and then continued to shake it.

   Now the jar is finally broken, just like the collapsed boulder building.

  The established rules and order are broken together, and the new authorities will bear the brunt of the problem of establishing a new order.

The    alliance will provide some help, especially in terms of food.

   Also thanks to the generosity of the administrators, the new authorities, after making some compromises with reality for the sake of unity, do not have to continue to compromise with the bottom line of human morality in order to survive.

   They don't have to eat people to survive the winter, they can bury those victims properly.

   But if they want to get their life on the right track and hold on to the fruits of victory, they have to rely on themselves in the end.

  No one can help them.

  …

That night.

   An office at City Hall.

   In order to complete the accounting work of the Boulder City bank account as soon as possible, Alyssa added a single bed to the house and simply moved the bedroom here.

The   workers' union originally planned to return the mansion of Lord Malvern to her. After all, she did help them a lot.

   Doing what Bol is supposed to do will not unite everyone, and fighting for eight hours is not enough, but fighting for a common constitution is enough for them to carry the flag of righteousness.

  Alisa received the kindness of everyone, but she didn't accept it. She just picked some favorite clothes, daily necessities and things full of memories to take away.

   As for the rest, she asked the workers' union to share it with girls who were about the same height as her and didn't have pretty clothes to wear.

“…Father always buys me some nice dresses, but many of them I only wear once and never see them again. It’s nice to hang in the closet, but I’d be happier if I could help others in need. ."

  Alyssa's eyes were a little red and swollen, but she still managed to hold on to that heartbreaking smile.

  Lovett felt a little distressed.

   There was such a big change in the family, and he knew that she must have cried for a long time when no one was there.

  Including himself, many workers in the workers’ union secretly regarded her as their daughter, but they were not her parents after all.

   "...You don't actually need to do this step. We agreed not to engage in formalism, and we only took what we should take."

  Those clothes are handled by women workers from the Workers' Union. Most of them work in textile factories, and some are night shift workers in the Good Taste Food Processing Factory. They also had the same opinion and couldn't hate this little girl.

   What complicated Lovett's mood was that Pol didn't rob the wardrobes of Master Stephen's daughter and wife, and he always felt ashamed to accept those things.

  Alyssa shook her head and said seriously.

"My father's property should belong to all the inhabitants of this settlement. There is no controversy. I may save some money to buy it back later, but not now. If I turn a blind eye to myself , then the Boulder City is really just a group of masters-"

  Lovett opened his mouth reflexively.

   "How come! We already have a constitution!"

  Alyssa stared at him intently.

   "Only if you obey can you truly own, otherwise someone will say that we just changed a group of masters. There are many 'kens' in our team, right?"

  Lovette was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and just wanted to say, "Let them say what they want to say", but suddenly he was pleasantly surprised to discover another thing that surprised him even more.

   "You... have read that book too?!"

  He thought that a girl of her age and cultured enough would like to read some poems about love.

   Actually, don't talk about her.

  The militia commander Joey was not interested in the story of Bol at all, and liked to be more honest, saying that the Awakened would never win the power armor.

  Lovette guessed in his heart that the guy had actually peeked a little, and then brought himself into Bol's rival in love, the commander.

  Sberg really doesn't like the guys in the militia. Who would have thought that Phyllis had caught him in the first place?

   But these do not prevent them from being partners.

   Looking at the surprised Lovett, Alicia smiled.

   "I just read it at first, and when I'm done with the things I'm doing, I'll seriously watch it again from the beginning."

"Unbelievable!" Lovett's eyes widened and he continued chatteringly, "You would actually like to read that kind of novel, but... you're right, we did have some speculators in our team, maybe we'll wait for everything to pass. , we should clean it up."

   He was interrupted by Alyssa before he could finish speaking.

"Can't!"

   Looking at Alyssa with a serious look, Lovett was stunned and couldn't help frowning.

"why?"

   He didn't really intend to do this, he just said it casually.

  Alyssa continued earnestly.

   "Do you remember when the number of workers' unions started to expand?"

  Lovett recalled carefully.

   "When Sperger was taken away..."

   "Yes, when Sperger was taken, and the second is when you learned that he died."

  Alyssa looked at him seriously and continued.

"There may be Bol, Stephen, Ken...innumerable characters living in one's heart at the same time. The invisible force cannot be eliminated with the visible power. Master Stephen captured Bol, so there are countless Bols. Now we Win, of course we can shut up Ken with Sir Stephen's methods, but they're not going away, they're going to multiply out of our sight and replace us one day in the future and get the casinos to reopen."

   It was something she only understood this morning, from her brother.

   They must use institutionalized methods to get the settlement back on track, rather than hoping to keep only those with lofty ideals in their ranks.

   Thoughts can be faked.

  House has done a good job. He can tell lies for more than ten years in one breath, and he can't leak what he doesn't believe.

  If they hadn't won, no one would doubt that he was the best good gentleman in Boulder.

  Lovett whispered.

   "They've become our ghosts... that's what it meant."

  Alyssa was stunned, then nodded slightly.

   "Yes...we'll just do what Bol is supposed to do and bring everyone together."

   She suddenly felt that they were really amazing.

   Their cultural literacy is not high, and they don't actually understand Bohr's words and deeds, but they did it with simple beliefs.

  Pol's story is like a straw floating on the water, they all held it when they were thrown overboard, and no one let go, their arms became bridges...

   sent Lovett away, and Alyssa returned to the office and sat down at the desk again.

   Today's work is over, she promised Lovett to rest early, but before she goes to sleep, she still has to write a letter to the administrator of the alliance for everyone, thanking him for helping him in the crisis.

  The flame of the miracle is very weak, so weak that it can be blown out by a gust of wind, but he did not turn a blind eye. The endless footprints printed on the snow witnessed the friendship between the new alliance and the new boulder city.

   Recalling the story of the Awakened Bol, Alyssa felt some regrets in her heart.

I heard that Sberg was writing the draft of the Great Revolution, and the conflict between the workers' union and the residents of the inner city intensified to the point of tit-for-tat. The Awakened Boer was thrown into prison by the nobles for the non-existent charge of blaspheming the black card... After all No one has broken that card in a century and a half.

  The story is about to enter the final high court before the finale, and it seems that Bol will not be with that noble lady.

  Why?

   Everyone seems to think that the two of them are out of play, but she feels that identity and feelings are completely different things.

   Everyone clearly agrees that no one is born noble, and no one is born low, but they will instinctively consider whether two people are born a good match.

   There are wastelanders and refuge residents who tied the knot, right? Even if their ideas may be two centuries off.

   She felt it was unfair to label people without telling the truth.

   But she wasn't going to protest with Sperger either.

  It is naive and impolite to kidnap the author with personal feelings. Even a fairy tale sprinkled with sugar can't just lull a child to sleep, let alone a story with ups and downs.

   She is no longer a child.

   It is better to say that he is already an adult.

  【…Thank you for your help in times of crisis! The survivors of Boulder will always remember this friendship, and we will fight together for a common ideal in the future! 】

  The pen cap stopped beside her lips for a moment of hesitation. In the last line of the letter, Alyssa drew a small smiling face with the tip of the pen.

  【^_^】

   In the last stroke of the signature, the corners of her mouth could not help but slightly tilt upwards.

  The letter is finished.

   It would be great if I could receive a reply.

   Read it twice in a low voice from beginning to end, confirming that there is no rudeness, and Aliza carefully stuffed it into the envelope.

  After doing this, she let out a long sigh of relief, stretched her waist when she was done, pushed away the chair and jumped down, and was carried to the bedside by the growing sleepiness.

   The bed here is much smaller than at home, but it's still spacious for her.

   Putting on her favorite pajamas, she tucked the envelope under the pillow and yawned into the bed.

  The quilt was hard and cold, with neither the scent of lavender nor the scent of sunlight, but it was easier than usual to fall asleep.

   And it's actually not too cold here.

  The city hall has wall heaters, and there is a thin layer of fog on the windows. It is much warmer here than outside.

   rubbed her cheeks against the edge of the quilt, and the cold and hard quilt was quickly warmed by her body.

   The life after losing "everything" is not as difficult as she imagined, and at this moment, her heart is extremely stable and stable.

   Fall asleep with a dream.

   Good dreams are fragrant and sweet…

  …

   As the sun rose the next day, the survivors of Boulder and the Alliance rescuers spent the first day after a long night.

  The cauldron gathered at the gate of the city was scattered to various communities in the settlement, and a milky white mist floated before dawn.

  After collecting the names and addresses of residents in the city, the refugee home will directly send relief materials to the mobile kitchens set up at various dining points.

   In this way, people’s queuing time can be reduced, secondly, the epidemic of infectious diseases can be prevented, and thirdly, the difficulty of management can be reduced.

   In the matter of settling the refugees, Luca, the lord of Dawn City, can be said to be very experienced, and he was helping Chu Guang when there was no alliance.

   And his experience is nothing but a word.

   That is, let those who have strength have work to do, and those who have no strength do not run around.

  When a group of people stay in a fixed place, who did what, when and where, it will be clear when you ask.

  Cooperating with the patrols of the militia and drones, as well as the monitoring installed on the giant wall, can minimize the hidden dangers of public security.

   At present, the production activities of the entire Boulder City are stagnant, and a large number of powerful people have nothing to do.

  It is not enough for them to eat enough, and they have to find something to do and use the extra energy in the right place.

  The new authorities promised that although there is no salary for participating in the construction, they will give priority to the allocation of new housing, and the construction team’s food treatment will be higher than that of mobile kitchens in general relief stations.

   Those who work must eat more than those who do not work.

  Although there is no salary, he still manages the food and pays the house back. It is much better than the cheque factory of the gentlemen of Weijia.

   Anyway, now there is money and no place to spend. With the mobilization of the workers’ union, most of the workers in the settlement joined the construction team, and some citizens with good physical fitness also participated.

   At the same time, the renovation plan of the settlement was officially launched.

The    Union Bank provided a special loan of 500 million silver coins to the new authorities of Boulder City, all of which will be used for housing renovations in the settlement.

  According to the statistics of the alliance, there are more than 200,000 people in Boulder City, living in shacks with cross-flowing sewage and air leakage.

  In the slums outside the giant wall, there are nearly a hundred thousand survivors with complex components, and these people also need unified resettlement.

  The new authorities will build a batch of apartment buildings made of prefabricated concrete panels with the support of the coalition, while widening several major arterial roads.

   This is inside the settlement.

   Outside the settlement, the alliance has also made corresponding plans.

  Chu Guang intends to choose a relatively safe and convenient route for cleaning and repairing from the underground transportation routes from Linghu Wetland Park in the northern suburbs to the vicinity of Jushi City.

   In the future, the commute time from Boulder City to Dawn City will be shortened to less than two hours, and there will be no more harassment by predators.

The    Alliance will also connect the wires to Boulder City, and combine the four settlements in the valley province into one grid!

   An electric grid powered by fusion!

  The future of Boulder City is still very bright.

   There are a large number of skilled workers and engineers, complete infrastructure and means of production, and it is fully capable of becoming the largest processing and manufacturing center in the Alliance, and forming a closed loop with Dawn City, which is a raw material production base and heavy industry center.

  The wealth generated by the real economy will give birth to a group of tertiary industries—the tertiary industries that really serve workers.

  The VIP box at Queen of the Night is probably a thing of the past, but Boulder residents will get a bar, library, and movie theater that everyone can go to…

   "Dear Lord of Qingquan City, the administrator of the alliance, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

  The megalithic military building, a huge killer whale transport plane is parked on the apron on the top floor, next to a column of heavily armed soldiers.

   Looking at Chu Guang who was approaching, Ebers had a sunny smile on his face, stretched out his right hand and stepped forward, and shook him firmly.

   "...Finally seeing you, I am very honored to meet today, especially I see a shadow of a person in you."

   opened the visor of the power armor helmet. Hearing this unexpected greeting, Chu Guang raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Who?"

   Ebers said with a smile.

   "The person Mr. Fang Ming always mentioned!"

   "Its designer?"

   "Well," Ebers nodded and said approvingly, "You all have similar shadows, but you are actually completely different."

  Chu Guang said indifferently.

   "That's normal, you'd be hard-pressed to find two identical people in this world."

  Although the little players in Vault 404 have already traveled all over the megalithic city, this is the first time that Chu Guang has come to this settlement.

   And the purpose of his visit this time is also very clear - for one thing.

   The same thing he had to get his hands on.

   Ebers smiled and let go.

"Maybe it is because of this concern that it made me observe you from a distance and control the rhythm of contact... In fact, you have been recognized by it a long time ago, but recognition alone is useless, it has its own mission and rule."

  I had heard about Fang Ming from Xiaoqi, and Chu Guang was not too surprised by his remarks.

   "It's right, don't trust anyone easily in the wasteland. And some things are destined to be done only by the residents of Boulder City, and no one can help them until they completely abandon the old order."

   Ebers sighed softly.

   "Really? But I think there may be a more efficient way. Maybe this is the gap between me and Mr. Fang Ming."

for example-

   smashed the group of stupid pigs directly.

   It's actually not that hard.

   But that adult just couldn't get past that hurdle.

Even if you have hinted at it, you can do this skillfully for it, and deal with those nobles like throwing the killer into eight pieces into the sewer, anyway, it has long been unhappy with those uncreative "customers" .

   But sadly, it refused.

  Chu Guang looked at Ebers with a smile on his face, and always felt that his smile was a little weird, but he couldn't tell where the weirdness was.

   "Fang Ming is AI, what are you?"

   "It's invisible AI, and I'm tangible..."

   Ebers tapped the position of his left chest and heart with his finger, then extended his right hand again with a slight smile.

"Re-introduce myself, Ibers, chairman and president of the Boulder City Military Industry, a general-purpose android designed by Fang Ming. Originally I was supposed to serve the residents of the Black Card, after all, they bought me, but now the Boulder Building It collapsed, and theoretically I was free."

  AI designed by AI with independent "personality"?

   What's the point of doing this?

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show it on his face, and he stretched out his right hand neatly.

   "Chu Guang. By the way, you look like a person."

   I heard that the designer will map a part of his "personality" to the designed AI, but he always feels that this person seems to be a little more human than Fang Ming.

   At least more words.

   Ebers said with a smile.

"That's your delusion, people are people who have life and death. For example, my respected father... Mr. Fang Ming can be regarded as a person, and I just did it to relieve boredom and loneliness, and to comply with the requirements of the residents of the inner city. Toy."

   "My AI core has been working for more than 100 years, and it has long passed the deadline for scrapping. It will be somewhat abnormal. If I say something strange, don't be too surprised."

   After a pause, Ebers suddenly looked behind him—the android with a jet-black mirror and an X-16 number engraved on his breastplate.

"By the way, this is the X-16, the masterpiece of the giant stone military industry in recent years - a general-purpose android. It can perform a variety of tasks, as a replacement for the X-15 that has been scrapped, with your human conceptual understanding, It's like my daughter."

  Chu Guang felt an aura similar to that of Tianqin from her body, but in terms of combat power alone, it was probably not as powerful as Tianqin.

   After all, in actual combat, that guy annihilated a 100-man mercenary team, and the current record of X-16 is still unknown.

  Chu Guang cares about another thing.

   "Can Boulder City produce AI cores?"

   "The AI ​​core is something that can be dug out of the city like iron ore. It's not very difficult to repair. We can occasionally buy some from mercenaries and use those plastic sheets."

   Ebers looked at Chu Guang with a smile and continued.

"Let's get down to business, including me, the X-16, and everything from Boulder Military... it's all yours now. Thank goodness, things have changed here. Somehow, our engineers and designers couldn't play. What new tricks have come out, maybe there will be different changes in your hands."

  The biggest reason why he wants to chug all those useless waste is because he is tired and bored of those who are not enterprising.

   One of the most typical examples.

The   X-2 drone assault rifle originally had an improved version called the X-3, which shortened the receiver and changed it to a caseless design.

   However, the more advanced X-3 did not replace the old X-2.

The superficial reason is very simple, X-2 has higher output, cheaper cost, and more stable performance, but the deeper reason behind this is that Boulder City is essentially a closed and stagnant society, and there is no outward expansion. There is no drive for self-innovation—either endogenous or exogenous.

  If people don’t know where they are going, don’t expect AI to understand this problem. In fact, these weapons are also designed by human engineers, and AI only does some auxiliary work at the administrative level.

  Referring to the standards of the old era, he let his engineers amuse themselves and improve the X-series androids from generation to generation.

   As for the research and development of weapons, it was completely suspended after the shareholders of Jushi Military Industry felt that it was enough.

   Even if there is an improvement, it is fine-tuning in the direction of cost reduction and efficiency increase.

The    Militia Corps will occasionally recover some evolutionary bodies from the waves and hand them over to the giant stone military industry to analyze the structure and design ideas of those pre-war equipment. But they hardly ever send troops out to explore the inner-city hive, as they did in the days of the Post-War Reconstruction Commission.

   And the alliance is very different.

   They obviously have a problem with self-preservation, but they will still persevere and send people to actively explore the city center! Even though they're doing it slowly, clumsily, and taking care of the pride of a herd of pigs, they're doing it!

   He saw the turning point he expected from these blue jackets!

   has dealt with those pigs who are dragging their legs, and the future of the giant stone military industry has never been brighter!

what…

  Intelligence plugins are burning!

   The current on the CPU surged, and Ebers suddenly thought of something and patted the back of his head.

   "Ah, by the way, you can use X-16. It just so happens that you also lack an android bodyguard. While repairing it, I happened to have some new ideas...about X-17."

   Without waiting for Chu Guang to answer, a wicked smile appeared on Ebers' face.

   "Do you need me to install some additional plug-ins for you? The functions of the universal android are more comprehensive than you think. It can install a lot of practical things, and the usage scenarios are not only outdoors, but also indoors."

  Chu Guang didn't understand what he was saying at first, but when he met his meaningful eyes, he understood in a split second, so he almost didn't choke on saliva.

   "...No need."

   Looking at Chu Guang with a slightly embarrassed expression, Ebers showed a hint of disappointment on his face.

"I thought you old popsicles would be interested... Have you heard of it? I did some research, and the best-selling androids in the Prosperity Era are not general-purpose, nor military, but 'sex puppets'. Companion type!"

  Chu Guang: "…"

   What kind of cyber setting is this!

   But it’s normal to think about it.

  The ideal city can see the shadow of a prosperous era. In that era, people may be more arbitrary than corporate citizens. Everyone is a strange key and lock.

It is difficult for a traditional family to accommodate two souls with a lot of information. In addition to "what to eat" and "what to watch", people quarrel every day, and I am afraid that "what type of prosthetic body to use", "Would you like to travel to Mars?"

   is too difficult to make do.

   In contrast, the paper man is obviously more trouble-free, completely loyal to the buyer, and not only the appearance can be customized, but also a variety of types.

"…so what?"

   Ebers said with a smile.

"So why are you shy? I'm not joking, can ordinary humans withstand your power? To be honest, the X-17 in the concept is for you, because I guess it won't take long for the X-16 to break... If you don't control it, sooner or later you will become a monster."

  X-16 stood motionless, not responding to the sentence.

   "We'll talk about it later."

   Looking at Ebers who continued to talk, Chu Guang ended the topic with black lines all over his head.

  What the hell!

  Inexplicable!

   He doesn't mind private topics, after all, he is also a normal person, but he doesn't like to suddenly stray from the topic when he is doing business.

   "...I care more about the legacy left by the post-war reconstruction committee than the unimportant things," Chu Guang looked at Ebers solemnly, "Those planes, bombs, and that 'weapon'."

  Weapon seems to be some kind of keyword.

   put away his joking expression, and Ebers bowed slightly, as if he had returned to normal.

   "Please come with me."

   Leaving this sentence, he turned around and took Chu Guang to the elevator beside the apron...

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   (Thanks to the leader of "No Speech 36" for the reward!! It's winter, everyone pay attention to your body T.T)