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Far Eastern Star Region-Northern Star Belt-Elincia Star Region-Industrial World Aishalin

After a busy day, the deputy director of the Aisalin Refugee Agency, 'Nisaro', took off her straight work uniform, put on a soft woolen coat, lay down on her sofa at home and began her daily routine of meditation.

This is a habit he has developed in recent years. After the Order of Truth took over the Far Eastern Star Territory and announced the establishment of a federation, it has been committed to popularizing education among the general public.

The idea is great, but putting it into practice is difficult.

The first round of census in the Far Eastern Star Territory has not ended yet, but the current population alone has exceeded 100 billion, and there will be even more including the continuous influx of refugees. Under such huge population pressure, it is possible to set up public schools and teach children from scratch, but most of them are illiterate adults who have no skills and are illiterate.

This year marks the 22nd year since the Terra Expedition began, and the first batch of children to receive education from the Order of Truth are about to reach adulthood.

This is the first generation of educated people who grew up under the federal system. They have clear thinking, broad knowledge, good physical fitness and excellent professional skills, and are young and full of vigor. There are hundreds of millions of people like this, they walk out of school.

As the new generation enters society, seniors like Nesaro, who have mediocre abilities and rigid thinking, and have risen to high positions by relying on some cleverness and the lack of talent in the early days of the Far East Star Territory, will inevitably be subjected to impact.

Young people need space to show their talents, and the older generation does not want to give up their status. The first round of class conflicts within the Federation is brewing.

Class conflict is one, and the second is the refugee issue.

The Erincia sector is a sector in the northern star belt that is relatively close to the inner side of the Milky Way. Nesaro himself is a middle-level manager of the UNHCR and has a better understanding of this issue.

"During the 9 hours I was responsible for monitoring, the Essalyn 2 starport received a total of 43 ships from outside the federal jurisdiction, 44 of which were illegal spacecraft without a navigation permit issued by the Human Empire. Even the most basic The hyperlight engine is not equipped and is still using primitive nuclear energy for propulsion. From the captain's cabin to the fuel tank, it is crowded with people. The fire protection measures are almost non-existent, which poses a huge safety hazard... Fuck, why am I thinking about this in my head? There was an official tone."

Nesaro stood up and walked into the bathroom, put a steaming towel on his eyes, and lay down again.

"There have been more and more refugees recently. Aishalin alone has received more than 200 million refugees in the past five years... I heard that it is because the news of the destruction of the Blood Angel's home planet of Baal has spread, and the empire is trying to block the news. , but failed. Uncontrollable social panic arose in the star areas around Baal. A large number of civilians lost trust in the planet's governor's ability to protect their lives in the hands of aliens, and fled with their families..."

Nesaro sighed, this was not good news for him.

No matter how crude and low-safety the civilian spacecraft the refugees board is, it is still a spacecraft, a basic starship capable of crossing the interstellar space.

Starship tickets have always been a luxury. Those who have the ability to board a refugee ship and escape across the Milky Way to the Far Eastern Star Territory cannot be the low-level slave workers who work hard deep in the mines and are illiterate.

In other words, people who can become refugees have some wealth and social status on their original planet.

As for whether the wealth was earned, stolen, cheated or robbed, it is undeniable that those who can get the money to buy tickets and are qualified to buy tickets are all capable people with special skills.

Crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, each with their own strengths, pour into the federal territory by the hundreds every year. The minimum requirement for this group of people for the future is to survive.

So people like Nesaro are embarrassed.

He can't compete with the college students who are about to enter the society in terms of talent, and can't compete with the refugees who have nothing compared with the hardship.

It is naturally a good thing for the Federation to have more and more talents, but where will my future go?

"Alas..." The steaming towel slipped from Nesaro's face. He stood up in a daze and looked at the time. It was already 8 p.m.

Aishalin's rotation period is 32 hours. Nisaro works 9 hours a day and gets off work at 7 p.m.

Unknowingly, I had been paralyzed on the sofa for almost an hour. Nesaro then spread the towel out on the dryer and prepared to have afternoon tea at Miss Jane's cake shop across the street.

A single man who lives alone is too lazy to cook. Niesaro, who was born in a low-income family, is limited in his cooking skills to roasting mutated mice. His daily thought is to go to a cake shop after work to have some afternoon tea and use the sweet taste of the waiter girl. Smiles and sweet cakes can relieve anxiety a little, and you can cheer up after a day at work. Continue studying in the evening.

This is one of the ways in which the Order of Truth responds to changing social trends, with evening classes for adults.

Adults who have passed the educational age can also apply for implantation of memory chips to obtain professional knowledge instillation within their own profession, and then receive targeted lectures every night to digest and absorb the rigid knowledge that has been crammed into them and turn it into something they can use. ability.

However, how can the rigid brains of social people absorb knowledge as efficiently as those of energetic young people?

Speaking of which, the girl who works part-time in the cake shop is also a public school student...

When he thought that that cute and cute girl was also one of the new generations who would challenge the dignity of the older generation in the future, the corners of Nessa Luo's slightly raised lips dropped again, and Miss Jian's beautiful smile that she had been looking forward to seeing no longer seemed so sweet. .

"Where will I go in the future..."

Nesaro no longer thought about having afternoon tea, so he just took a sandwich and walked out of the house. While chewing it, he walked along the guardrail beside the tower towards the school.

Aishalin's old nest city has much better lighting after being re-planned by the Truth Religion Engineering Team. The soft sunlight splashed down, but it did not make Nessaro feel warm and open. What rose in his heart was an annoying feeling. Hot and dry, that is the emotion called anxiety.

"Nessa Luo! I finally found you. What's wrong with you? The communication terminal keeps failing to call. If I can't find anyone, I thought you were going to run away!"

"Ah? Escape, escape?" Niesaro almost dropped the sandwich in his hand. When he looked back, he saw that the person who stopped him was a male colleague who also worked at the UN Refugee Agency.

Nesaro stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth, chewed and asked, "What does desertion mean? I'm almost 35, and I've long passed the age to serve in the navy..."

"What I want from above is Ben San's, to send educated young people to the battlefield. I can't bear to part with it. Let's go!" The colleague couldn't help but pulled Nesa Luo and walked back, which is the direction of Zhenyan Square. .

During the empire's rule, the grand square used by the state church to spread the emperor's teachings was bustling with people. Nessaro was dragged along by his colleagues and almost choked himself to death.

After finally recovering, he stood in the crowd and looked up at the sky. The mobilization speech in the center of Mantra Square was impassioned, but he could not hear the words clearly. Swarms of nano-drone hovered over the crowds of people, displaying in a loop the highest resolutions stamped by the federal dictator:

From now on, the Human Federation launches a genocidal war against the Eldar.

From now on, the Far East Star Territory has entered a state of war preparation, and all industrial production capacity has been given priority to serve the military industry.

From now on, a compulsory military conscription order will be issued.