Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

On the Huo Qubing, three nano-guards were placed on the Mopan asteroid to transform the Mopan asteroid, and two neutrino detectors were also installed on it.

In this way, the new humans can monitor a part of the outer area of ​​Blue Star.

This is an essential arrangement. The enemies on the inside of the blue star have all been cleared, and the future enemies are very likely to come from the outside. The new humans will naturally arrange neutrino detectors on the periphery.

Interstellar wars can be large or small, and there may even be star-destroying weapons. If you are not careful, you may not even know that your hometown has been taken away.

Xiao Bing tested the detection function several times, and after confirming that there was no problem, Luo Feng flew back to the moon with two warships.

……

The empty interstellar space between the blue star and Mars.

Hundreds of large Saturn [-] and Saturn [-] spacecraft are advancing at full speed to the orbit of Mars.

Powell floats into Adam's cabin.

"Your Majesty, bad news."

Adam, who raised his head, frowned: "The Koton star base has been wiped out."

"Yes." Powell replied slightly sadly.

Adam was very calm: "Don't worry, when we come to Mars, we can clone them again."

"..." Powell felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Between the clone and the main body, is this really the same person? Even though the genes and memories are exactly the same.

Adam changed the subject and asked, "What do those traitors say?"

"They agreed, but we need to exchange it with cloning technology."

After weighing the pros and cons, Adam nodded: "Yes."

Chapter 300 Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears

It has been two full months since the surrender of the Shinra Federation.

Moscow City is now under the control of the New Human Army.

Bekov, who was in charge of cleaning the Moscow University, was sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom. The abnormal weather triggered the stress response of the flowers, plants and trees, and the leaves fell all over the ground before autumn.

After cleaning the dead branches and leaves, a fine sweat broke out on his forehead. After wiping it with his sleeve, he subconsciously touched his pocket.

Bykov paused, and only then did he realize that the supply of cigarettes had been cut off for more than half a year. After entering the wartime state, all cigarettes and other products had been discontinued.

Now that the new humans rule Moscow, it is natural that they will not exclusively supply cigarettes to the old humans.

Finding a clean stone staircase, Bykov sat down and looked into the distance with a somewhat empty gaze. The sky that had been purple and blue before had returned to normal.

His job is to clean two nearby school buildings, a small square and four walkways, as long as there is no obvious garbage.

As a native Muscovite, the 58-year-old Bykov was born in the glorious era of Chilusia, grew up in the hegemony period where the chauvinism prevailed, worked under the rule of Getu, and witnessed the unbreakable alliance collapse. It's too bad to just muddle along for more than ten years under strongman politics.

I thought this would be the end of my life, but I didn't expect him to witness history again, three days of desperate virus torture, followed by the lingering Shinra Federation, and the new humans who oppressed the world.

The Shinra Federation has not been established for half a year, and together with the Illuminati, it was defeated by the new humans, and fled to the alien planet with the remnants.

Now he is a sanitation worker under the rule of the new humans.

Bekov felt very confused about the future. How the new humans would treat them had become an undercurrent within the old humans, and many people were uneasy.

A middle-aged Slavic man with a beard, holding a newspaper in his hand, hurried over from the small square, the beard gasped: "Phew! Old man, something big happened."

Bykov tensed up, and quickly stood up and asked, "What happened?"

The bearded man stuffed the newspaper over: "Look at this."

After receiving the newspaper, it was a Moscow daily, and Bykov saw the big headline on the front page at a glance.

[Indigenous resettlement plan...]

After reading the details, Bykov realized how terrible the resettlement plan was.

The resettlement plan for the aborigines is exactly the same as the old human disposal law in the area controlled by the new human, and it is even more stringent.

For example, after being allocated a residential area, you must pass approval to leave the local area. Without citizenship and reproductive rights, you can only engage in some dirty and messy jobs.

Fully absorb children and children, carry out independent collective education, and no longer allow non-new human beings to raise and educate the new generation.

Fundamentally eliminate the inheritance of Slavic and Gaulic cultures. These cultures only need to become research materials for museums. A unified society does not require too many different cultures to exist.

The old humans are destined to be completely eliminated, and the new era does not have spaceships to carry them. After all, the fugitives from the Shenluo Federation have abandoned the form of the old humans. This is the self-denial of the old humans.

Bykov stared blankly at the newspaper. Although everyone saved their lives, the price was very high.

As for the uprising, the nano-robots of the new humans have already deployed and controlled the entire Moscow city. A group of troublemakers before have been decomposed into soil and returned to nature.

"Andre, accept your fate! At least we are still alive." Bykov sighed.

The bearded Andrew replied mockingly: "After the implementation of the bill of living, what is the difference between us being alive and dead?"

Bykov said desolately: "Our generation has no hope. I hope young people can join the new human race and continue our Slavs!"

The decadent bearded Andrew sat on the steps, crying helplessly and unwillingly.

……

Katyushabekov is in charge of paying the wages to the workers. She paid the sanitation workers a week's wages through computer data.

The old human workers in Moscow City are paid weekly wages. According to the calculations of supercomputers and artificial intelligence, they can get wages ranging from 50 to 200 Chinese yuan a week.

After Katyusha paid the wages to the last worker, she pressed the noon break button, and a noon break in Russian popped up in her window.

But she didn't really rest, but gathered other people's data, then checked the data and uploaded it to the main server of the Citizens Service Bank.

Other bank employees are very envious of Katyusha, because in the six branches of the Citizens Service Bank in Moscow, except for a dozen new human directors, other employees have recruited old human beings as temporary workers.

Katyusha, as one of the few people who can understand Chinese, naturally has a higher status. She is an important person responsible for the communication of new humans and the management of old local humans.

After working for more than an hour, Katyusha went to the cafeteria to grab a lunch, and she ate lunch alone at the dining table.

A simple lunch of 0.5 Wah, white bread, beef stewed potatoes, fried loofah and a small apple.

She ate with gusto. After more than half a year of food distribution control, Katyusha finally understood what her father said about the tragedy of the 90s. If she hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't understand how extravagant these simple foods are.

During the Shinra Federation period, she was only allocated two meals a day. Lunch was dry Daliba and pickled cucumbers; dinner was dry Daliba or barley rice, plus a small piece of sausage and a little carrot.

At the beginning, the Shinra Federation allocated more, but as time went by, the food was decreasing day by day.