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Lynch, who was sitting in the car, looked at the scenery outside the window, looked at the pedestrians on the roadside, and thought about the decision of Senator Langdon and the professor. He felt a little funny.

But not that funny.

No matter from what angle they want to prove that their behavior has nothing to do with power, in the final analysis, power still takes up most of it.

Should we go to the equator and be an ordinary person or the upper-middle class, or should we stay in the Federation and be the ruling class?
For politicians who are accustomed to ruling others, this has never been a difficult choice.

"Go to the Presidential Palace..."

Lynch gave instructions, and then the entire convoy adjusted its route. More than 20 minutes later, the convoy entered the presidential palace.

It was a bit unexpected for Lynch to suddenly visit Connor. Recently, his work has not been as busy as before, and he can be said to have relaxed.

After all, the entire society has begun to revolve around building shelters, and many high-level but unimportant things will become much less common.

He also has more time to do his own things.

"What brought you to me?"

Connor seemed very happy and enthusiastic, "Coffee, or water?"

Lynch asked for coffee, and the secretary immediately brought in the hot coffee that had been delivered a few minutes ago and closed the office door.

"I just came from Landon, and he told me that there are quite a few members of Congress who plan to stay."

Sitting in his position representing the highest authority of the Federation, Connor nodded casually, "That's true. I've heard about it too, so sometimes I'm conflicted."

"Although I had already made my decision, when I saw that they were unwilling to leave, I had some thoughts."

"You know, their terms are very tempting!"

Lynch shook his head, "We have talked about this issue. If you stay, you can only be the decision-maker of a certain shelter. You are no longer the president of the federation. At most, you only have that name."

"And there may be riots and wars here in the early stages, which is very dangerous."

Connor's brows furrowed, "Is it so serious?"

Lynch nodded solemnly, "If the Pengeos enter the shelter, I don't think the problem will be too big."

"They are used to that... controlled life, in a small space, with no freedom and no rights. They have always been in that kind of society."

"For them, it's just a change of life from one place to another. There's not much difference."

"But it would be a disaster for the Federation!"

Connor also realized this at this time. With limited resources, people's behavior in society will inevitably be controlled.

There are only so many things you can do, but there are so many things you can't do!

Some even things that people now think are common, such as heating, such as the right to breathe oxygen, will be controlled!
Connor was also looking at some of the design and content of the shelter recently, and he noticed that the oxygen supply in the shelter is not unlimited, because nature no longer produces oxygen.

The oxygen inside the shelter is all artificially produced. Physical oxygen production is one part, and the large algae environment is another part.

Oxygen is lighter than carbon dioxide. Even if a perfect ventilation system has been implemented in the design of the shelter, the oxygen content in the living environment on the ground floor will inevitably be lower than that on the upper floor.

This is one of the reasons why the ruling and privileged classes live at the top.

Even breathing air will become restricted, power supply is limited, hot water resources are limited...

Nowadays, people can squander hot water as much as they want, but when they arrive in the shelter, they may only have the right to take a hot bath once a week or two weeks.

Moreover, the shelter is not allowed to make its own food, and must be forced to eat various paste foods produced by food factories.

People are not allowed to keep pets at will. Of course, people cannot keep pets because the cost of keeping pets may be higher than the cost of feeding a human being.

and……

Connor took a look at the document at hand, which had not yet been officially finalized, and already understood Lynch's concerns.

This is a new plan for the continuation of human civilization. Its core is to enable human civilization to develop healthily and appropriately.

It sounds like it makes sense, but the way it's used to do this is by controlling the population base.

In other words, this document will require controlling the "fertility rate" of all shelters. In other words, even having children can no longer be decided by the people themselves.

It can be imagined from this that the chaos, riots, and even wars described by Lynch are not impossible.

Connor's little movement also made Lynch pay attention to the document. He looked at Connor and said, "Is this okay?"

He wanted to see if he could see the document. Of course, Connor did not hesitate and handed the document to Lynch.

Lynch read it for a while and then returned it to him, saying, "It's well written, and I think the author has captured the point of the matter."

"This is why our paradise only accommodates a few million people." Resources are limited, and the more people there are, the faster they will be consumed.

Moreover, in the absence of contraceptive methods, if freedom of reproduction is allowed, the population in the shelter will explode into a super explosion in a short period of time.

The main population in the shelters is mainly young adults. If it is not controlled, the population may increase by several hundred thousand in a few years.

These people need to eat and drink. They use a lot of resources and cannot feed anything back to the shelter except feces and carbon dioxide.

Therefore, population control is the core of the core.

After Connor put the files away, he asked, "So what do you think?"

Lynch did not answer directly, "Do you remember what I said before, refuges only have centralization and dictatorship?"

The topic was against the spirit of the Federation, and Connor would surely remember, "So?"

"So violent institutions must be firmly in the hands of the rulers!"

"Congress will take action soon. Let me warn you first."

Connor suddenly became restless. Military power has always been a difficult issue. He frowned, "What are they going to do?"

"First cut off those who are not your own people..."

As for the back?

The rest are our own people, and then we can talk behind closed doors about how power should be distributed.

After leaving the Presidential Palace, Lynch made a call to the Commander-in-Chief of the Western Military Region, hoping to meet with him in the near future.

Of course, there is also the Commander-in-Chief of the Central and South Military Region. These two guys have a very good relationship with Lynch.

They can get a considerable amount of legal income from Lynch every year. At the same time, Lynch also privately promised them that the paradise shelter would accept their families and provide them with a very comfortable and relaxed living environment.

The two were a little surprised by Lynch's sudden idea of ​​meeting, but they did not refuse.

The military is also very idle now. If it weren't for the fact that the national budget is now used to build official shelters, they would even plan to file a report and apply for the construction of the military's own shelter.

There is no news about military wars, all kinds of military exercises have been cancelled, and even daily live-fire training has been reduced to a minimum. They do have a lot of time to do what they want to do.

A few days later, the two commanders-in-chief came to Bupen one after another, and Lynch received them at the suburban manor.

"It's better here. I'm fed up with the wind and sand over there. I don't know if it's the gravity problem you mentioned."

"Now the wind is getting stronger in the west, and it's a little better in the wilderness. In those Gobi tidal flats and drier places, the sand and dust are blown up by the wind, just like the end of the world!"

"As a result, I wipe my face every night and the towel is all dirty!"

The commander-in-chief of the Western Military Region complained and sat on the sofa. He took a big sip of coffee and said, "The coffee here tastes good too!"

Then he opened the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette, opened it, and lit it, "Cigarettes too!"

The Commander-in-Chief of the Central and South Military Region rolled his eyes and said, "Stop your damn manner and don't act like a country boy..."

The commander-in-chief of the Western Military Region couldn't help laughing, "Speak as if you are not from the western country!"

The two choked for a few words but were not angry. Before the Central and South Military Region was purged, the current Commander-in-Chief of the Central and South Military Region was the deputy commander of the Western Military Region. He was later transferred to the Central and South Military Region on Lynch's recommendation.

The two are old friends and partners. They have worked together for many years. This is just a sign of their familiarity.

After a few quarrels, the two turned their attention back to Lynch, "Mr. Lynch, is there anything that needs to be met with us two old guys at the same time this time?"

Their attitude towards Lynch was very friendly, and Lynch met almost all their "material needs" and also provided political conveniences.

Their life now is a million times more comfortable than before. Even Congress can reach out to Lynch. The two parties have long become a close interest group, so they can talk very casually.

In their opinion, if there is any trouble that requires the military to intervene, anyone can solve it. There should be nothing that requires the intervention of two military commanders-in-chief at the same time.

Unless it's a war, but that's obviously unlikely.

Lynch didn't talk about it with them, but went straight to the core question, "What are your plans after the shelter is built?"

"Should you stay and take your soldiers and disperse to various shelters in batches, or should you take some core officers and go to the equator?"

The Commander-in-Chief of the Western Military Region was also in his sixties. He was a little surprised, "Do you have to consider this issue so early?"

"Whether I will still be alive in more than ten years is a question, and I don't have to think about it."

"If possible, just like we agreed, take my family away..."