Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

"I think that's a good question, and I think the Magrathians should be mixing 42 concrete when casting planets, because it's easy to directly affect the proton expansion, you know? When you smash it in, it's instant. A large number of high-energy proteins will be produced, commonly known as supernova explosions..."

"Following this trend, I'm afraid not every dog ​​in this town will have the badge of the Foundation.

"I have a question. If a policeman and a fugitive both find that the other party has the badge of the foundation, what will happen next? Go through judicial procedures, or directly deal with it according to the regulations of the foundation?"

"First clarify your identity, Xianzhou "Luofu" ten kings intern, your question is very acute, it is essentially a conflict between the country's judicial sovereignty and the supranational power of the foundation, and the final implementation depends on the relationship between the two parties.. ...However, going backwards from now, it is estimated that the judicial process will be the first, and then the foundation will take over secretly. "

"In this world, only taxes, death and foundations are inevitable."

The screen switched and came to a somewhat shabby office.

Icons of the Foundation are hung on the white walls, and the metal cabinets are filled with various portfolios.

Behind a desk of some age, sat a lady of some age.

...I'm sorry, but it's classified, and even I don't know about it.

His name is Mu Ruyun, and he is a supervisor under the jurisdiction of the C-region of the foundation.

On the opposite side of the desk, five couples were standing, a total of ten people.

Yesterday, Yan Xiangyang called his good brothers one by one and told them what he had discovered.

So all the men revealed their secrets to their wives when they got home.

Back then, they held ID badges in one hand and amnestics in the other.

Fortunately, none of the pills were swallowed.

Unfortunately, none of the pills were swallowed.

Seeing that the supervisor did not want to violate the rules of the foundation, Pang Xiangrong's wife thought of a roundabout way:

"Okay, how many employees are there on this site?"

Mu Ruyun shook her head:

"have no idea."

807 was silent for a moment.

Yan Xiangyang asked:

"How many people in our town work here?"

"have no idea."

Tian Yong'an pursed his lips, thought it through and sent it empty:

"Please, Director Mu, we don't need exact figures."

He is persuasive.

"We just need a rough percentage."

"You can administer amnestics to us after the fact, don't you have any curiosity about such an astonishing coincidence?"

"Imagine, your kids, your parents, seeing the foundation badge, showing you theirs...

Mu Ruyun hesitated for a moment, blinking his eyes constantly.

After a painful struggle, she finally turned her gaze to the screen beside her, and after unlocking it layer by layer, she entered the personnel archives.

She got past multiple firewalls that prevented full access to the data, and found the number of workers from the small town.

Then find the total population of the area on the official website of the Bureau of Statistics.

She turns on her calculator and divides the two results.

Then fell silent, staring at it like a plaster statue.

Eventually, a group of people approached her table to check out her calculations.

0.**......

"How many people does the Foundation actually employ?"

Now it was her turn to ask the question.

"Le, it turned out that this supervisor didn't know how many people he had under his command before?"

"It seems that most people in the foundation don't receive salaries, otherwise the director must be impressed."

"I guess the manager's boss didn't know anything about it either."

Qing Que yawned, rubbed her waist, and changed her posture.

She is now somewhat envious of the characters in the story:

“It would be nice to be paid without having to go to work or see your boss, and to be able to do whatever you want with the rest of your time.”

Afterwards, she smiled "hehe", remembering the big name made today - "Dragon Seven Pairs".

The screen switched, and we came to a luxurious yet simple conference room.

The icon of the foundation is projected on the white wall, and the purpose of the foundation is below:

"We control, we contain, we protect."

There are several people sitting around the round table, most of them are wearing formal clothes, wearing foundation badges on their chests, and corresponding name tags are placed in front of the table.

But no matter whether it is a badge or a name tag, their real names are not written, nor is there a long series of serial numbers.

Instead, it starts with "05", with a short horizontal line in the middle used as a connection to keep up with a small number.

For example, "O5-8", a woman who appears to be at least 50 years old.

"05", refers to the 05 Council.

If you like, you can also change its name, such as: "05 Command", "Supervisor", "Supervisor",

But no matter how the name is changed, its essence will always point to———under the administrator, the highest controller of the foundation.

Every member of the O5 knows nearly everything about the Foundation and all its activities.

All of them together would know every secret the Foundation holds except the Administrator.

Most Foundation personnel do not see them throughout their careers. Personnel below Level 2 don't even know they exist. Most people outside the Foundation have never heard of them, or don't think they really exist.

And in this conference room, there are several members of the O5 Council.

"8", which refers to the seat, can also be called "Number Eight".

A number does not correspond to a person alone.

There may be more than one person holding a number at the same time.

Among them, false and true, true and false, are used to confuse potential enemies and at the same time protect themselves.

O5-8, a woman in her fifties.

She was holding the phone receiver at this moment, frowning:

... told the director that the information was confidential, as she knew it. "

Then, she put down the phone and looked at another member not far away.

"O5-4", that's his code name.

"What do you mean we don't know either?"

Q5-8's tone is full of disbelief.

This... is ridiculous.

As the highest authority of the foundation, he doesn't even know how many employees the foundation has.

And it's not top secret, it's not about memes, antimemes, reality benders or supreme divinity...

why?

This kind of situation generally means that an organization will be infiltrated into a sieve by the opponent.

"Well, you know how we work, four floors."

Q5-4 shrugged, and tried to put his feet on the conference table.

But under the pressure of other people's eyes, he gave up this attempt.

"The more you know, the more dangerous you are, and this is no exception for us."

"Also, there's never been an exact figure on the number of our turnover —

O-(aeeg)8 interrupted him "to not let him detract from the importance of this one question.

"Well, I need an answer, just to satisfy my curiosity. Three, you know?"

"Um.....I know," the voice came from the computer, "it's.....uh...."

A figure jumped on the screen, and the other O5 council members watched it.

3,496,974,222

The conference room fell into dead silence, as if before the universe was born, and as after the universe died.

05-5 Cough twice:

"In a way, is the outside world still ignorant of the anomaly?"

The anomaly here is a general term for all supernatural related events and things, not just one of the supernatural events, containment objects, abnormal items, etc.

But... when half the world is employed by the Foundation, even with a fair number of temporary workers....

Is there any need for secrecy?

"I don't know," 05-8 replied, mouth tightening, "but I plan to find out."

The first question is answered.

Now comes the second, bigger problem.

"Woshiri, the foundation has nearly 3.5 billion employees before civilization has entered the interstellar era? This is more than the total number of our entire Ming family..."

"I can't hold back anymore. The foundation was originally developed as a secret organization, but after a period of development, I found that the world seems to be full of people from the foundation..."

"Foundation agent: The other organization, except for the big brother, is all ours, when will the big brother on the other side be replaced by ours.

"Is this the O5 Council? Why does it feel so much inferior to the Administrator? Don't they notice that the Foundation's budget is soaring?"

"Sitting on so many contents, the foundation is definitely not bound by the financial system."

"Is there a possibility that the administrators of this period are not too strong, just like ordinary people who have not yet been promoted to star gods, at most possessing some extraordinary abilities.

With the will of the O5 council, an invisible storm is accumulating energy, which is transmitted from top to bottom.

The result of this operation will determine how human beings will face the abnormalities everywhere.

It is to continue to cover up the existence of abnormalities to protect the ignorant who may exist:

Let people turn a blind eye to this and directly disclose some things that do not need to be kept secret.

This order may not be very good for readers of a certain library——

No matter where they are, as long as they hold a library card, they will be frightened by an extremely terrifying voice.

The voice sounded from above their heads:

"All library readers from Blue Star, timeline B-173, please raise your hands [The curator needs to conduct a personnel survey.

The curator pushed his glasses and glanced at the letter in front of him hastily.

Then, cocked his tail and started pointing:

"Now let's see..."

"1,2,3..."

When the number reached five digits, looking at the remaining number, he wished he could have a few fingers.

And on another part of this planet.

A critic named Jack Dawkins observes the information displayed in front of him, then turns to the fax in his hand.

"They're all here?"

The painter before him replied:

"Yes, critic, each dot on the map represents an active artist in the world, based on your

"Yeah, I see that." The critic's tone made it clear that he wasn't happy with what his work had spawned.

The painter hesitated:

"Well...theoretically, when you press this button, it will kill some artists, or at least make them unable to create, and those who don't have us...."

"Damn it!"

Critics were furious.

"How many times have I said don't do it, what the fuck is the point in killing people who appreciate them?"

"Pure art is about giving people a message! How can your audience be so stupid

How about twisting their heads and sticking them in donkey shit or dog shit to get information?"

"That's not art, that's fucking bullshit!"

Overwhelmed by Jack Dawkins' saliva, startled by his not-so-pleasant roar.

After a few minutes, the painter was pitiful and tentatively said:

"B..."

"So... I...should use it to get rid of people who use art to hurt audiences?"

The critic changed his face instantly, and then buried his head in his palm:

"No, I have an ominous premonition that the remaining people may be less than three digits..."

"I'd rather live in ignorance and just hide deadly memes and send them out."

One order after another, one message after another, was issued by various executive agencies under the O5 Council, and delivered to various places in the entire world.

And this is just a small twist and turn in the process of answering a question.

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