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Chapter 748 Underground Hacker Bailong (Part )

The Hanging City is a city born based on the future of science and technology. It can be said that many technologies that are still in a "hypothetical state" in the outside world have been widely promoted in the Hanging City.

The ubiquitous holographic imaging technology is the most common civilian technology, followed by the large-scale promotion of prosthetic body transformation, which uses biomechanical technology to help ordinary humans shed their mortal bodies...

From a certain perspective, Hanging City is the city that treats ordinary people the best in the world. Based on the "social welfare" jointly launched by major consortiums, coupled with the supervision of the [Turing Research Association], it can basically guarantee that every daily consumption of residents.

This consumption is not money, but energy supply or something else.

In other words, in layman's terms.

In this city.

You may get high to death by taking contraband, you may fall asleep in a hazy dream, you may have your heavenly spirit cover lifted off while walking on the street, or you may be taken to an underground clinic by some wild dogs to have your internal organs eviscerated. …

But you will never die of poverty.

The food supply and shelter security of social welfare have always existed. This is the main reason why Chen Jing is confused, because he feels that this city is different from the cyberpunk he imagined, not so desperate and not so oppressive, and capitalism has also been Distorted beyond measure.

But if you think about it carefully, this may be related to the [Turing Research Society].

With the existence of this institution that represents the divine power, those plutocrats who are like the incarnation of capitalism are also restricted.

But this does not mean that the residents of Hanging City are living well.

According to the laws of the Hanging City, every creature born in the Hanging City has the inherent responsibility to "contribute to society". This is a legal requirement and a moral standard.

To put it simply, you can choose to lie down, but in the process of lying down, you must provide the value of "social needs" in exchange for social benefits to protect your own life.

Although these restrictions seem to make people less free, in fact the binding force is not that strong, and they do not bring too much oppression to people. At least ordinary people find it quite relaxing.

Take, for example, the “social values” that have been defined over the past two decades.

computing power.

Every creature born in the Hanging City will undergo mechanical transformation. Although this is not a rigid standard stipulated by the law, if you want to live safer, transformation is almost the only option.

Gradually……

There are no ordinary people in Hanging City.

It is precisely because of this.

Computing power is gradually regarded by the public as the easiest “social value” to provide.

You only need to hang up the computer for hosting every day, choose a certain amount of free time in your daily life, use the computing power of your brain and computer to exchange for "social recognition", and then get the social security brought by the welfare of the Hanging City.

From the perspective of the company's chaebol and research associations, this is a very humane and relaxed way of life.

Look how easy it is!

You only need to idle your brain every day in exchange for social benefits. The time when "computing power" is taken away is almost like deep sleep for people. You can get real benefits after just sleeping. Why not Why?

As long as you continue to "rental computing power" and allow yourself to provide the value that society needs in this way, you can even skip going to work, do almost nothing, and live in peace than anyone else, just waiting to die.

Of course, if given a choice, residents of Hanging City would still choose to go to work, because renting computing power is not a good business, and the consequences of brain-machine overload will directly affect their life span.

Unless the hardware is constantly updated or money is spent on maintenance, the lifespan will be reduced faster than anyone else, and whether it can survive past forty is a question.

In addition to the simplest "renting computing power", various types of jobs can also provide corresponding social value, which is also the lifestyle that the vast majority of residents are willing to choose.

But it is undeniable that renting computing power is still a good business. As long as you have a stable job and can continue to earn money to replace hardware, renting computing power occasionally is equivalent to making extra money.

After all, in addition to providing social value, this business can also get corresponding rewards from Party B who rents your computing power.

In summary.

It is not difficult to live a "normal" life in the Hanging City, but if you want more freedom, want to live a less difficult life, don't want to be like most people, living like a machine, and don't want to fight just for the sake of living. alive...

Then.

You'll have to make some changes.

Or think of a way to get something out of the way. For example, you could steal some company goods to cash them in, or you could be more sinister and find some unlucky guys to take them apart and sell them directly.

In short, it’s how you can make money.

If you have a little bit of backbone, you can choose to risk your life more directly and become one of those mercenaries with their heads stuck in their waistbands. After more than ten years of crawling around in the Hanging City, you might be able to become a legend.

This is the same reality as the table world.

As long as you have money.

You can change your life.

So from a certain perspective, this place is as cruel as the outside world.

Perhaps this is also the main reason why the residents of Hanging City are so keen on living in a dream.

it's here.

To live is to live.

If your rate of making money is a little slower and your hardware updates are a little behind, you might be torn apart alive while walking on the street one night for no apparent reason.

Want to live a more stable life?

Want to live with a little dignity?

Then make money.

Abandon those undesirable human qualities and strive to become a crazy money-making machine.

In the words of Li Mobai.

The Hanging City has no future.

It's like looking at the future of the world.

The seemingly weird and dreamy city of science and technology, with its steel forests built of blood and flesh, has long since burned away people's dreams and hopes.

A small group of people have turned the people into unrecyclable fuel. Under the rolling wheels of history, the resentment is soaring and the smell is astounding, and all the common people are ground into minced meat.

That's why.

The situation in Hanging City is the same as that of most people in the surface world. They use cheap nipple music to confuse themselves and make themselves less rational. Even if they sink in the mud, it is better than facing the reality soberly.

"It seems to be the same everywhere..."

Chen Jing pushed open the door of the bar, put his hands in the pockets of his sweater, and walked in leisurely.

The deafening music was mixed with the overwhelming sounds of men and women making out, and the smell of smoke, alcohol and some chemicals hit your face.

On the high platform shrouded in neon light, there are polished silver steel pipes. Dancers and gigolos with no clothes are trying hard to sway, hoping to hook a few qualified dancers to end this scene early. A busy night.

"Hey, are you going to the wrong place?"

A man who spoke with a slight curlicue suddenly put his hand on Chen Jing's shoulder from behind. His bio-modified palm was too wide, and the entire arm's artificial muscles were directly exposed to the air, as if a gorilla had been skinned. arms.

"First time here."

Chen Jing turned around with a smile and looked at the face that had been transferred to the database. He spoke in an unhurried tone, making it impossible to see any flaws.

"Tuoke?" Chen Jing asked.

"it's me."

There is a zigzag scar on the man's face, like a glorious medal, and it is deliberately highlighted by string lights.

"Bai Long, everyone is waiting for you, come with me."

(End of this chapter)