Civilization transcends time, because history reveals the success and failure of a species. Humans were the product of human adaptation, which increased the understanding of humans themselves. Therefore, the existence of civilization is all the spirit, intelligence, and material of mankind. It had no precise definition and could exist in any form.
At the Sixth Street, a soldier held an old automatic rifle in one hand and a cigar in the other. He stared blankly at the sky. A businessman, on the other hand, used an advanced full-sensory computer to calculate the price of goods. People with missing limbs were everywhere. Some people used crutches, while others were equipped with robotic arms that were more agile than real legs.
The lives of the Sixth Street residents were also very different.
The streets were filled with starving people. They no longer had the energy to howl. The uniformed soldiers were in groups of three, overlooking the road. They ignored the starving refugees on the streets.
Just like machines, the dark shadows concealed their emotions.
"Absolutely neutral. This was the basic principle of the Sixth Street in this wasteland. The law here was quite simple. " Murder and theft will be sentenced to death, and intentional injury will lead to imprisonment," Sun Wu 'er explained to Tang Hao.
"Then, why wasn't that guy shot?”Tang Hao gulped and widened his eyes in disbelief. A man was beating up a woman. The hungry woman did not retaliate.
"That's the inspector. " They were in charge of cleaning up the corpses," Sun Wu 'er answered casually, but Tang Hao could feel her disgust for this place.
That woman was obviously still alive.
"The inner circle of the Sixth Street is more organized, but it will cost us 1 crystal. "We're here to trade so we don't have to go to the inner circle," Sun Wu 'er said, avoiding the topic.
Tang Hao nodded silently.
This was a twisted civilization.
The market outside was filthy, but it was much better than the slums. The thief who was shot today was thrown into the garbage dump. At night, the inspector would drag the body into the farm. Then, it would be mixed with the fat they plundered from the wall of flesh and blood to make fertilizer.
Some of the more famous thieves were nailed to the wall.
At the entrance of the market, two merchants who looked rather clean were arguing fiercely. They seemed to have finally reached a conclusion because they signed their names. Under the supervision of the market supervision department, each person placed a crystal on the energy counting machine. Another person pulled out ten women who were almost naked.
Every woman's slim and pale body was locked with an electronic lock in the shape of a collar. Their souls seemed to have escaped from their bodies because they blindly obeyed orders.
Their beautiful figures were dazzling. They were like dolls, their skin almost flawless, but the bar code tattooed on their cheeks ruined their perfect image. This was a symbol that usually only appeared on products.
The merchant was satisfied with the " product " he had just purchased. When the woman was loaded into the truck, he waved his hand and the truck was about to leave the market.
" Hometown Hotel." Sun Wu 'er stared in the direction of the car and slowly said these words.
Tang Hao noticed that Sun Wu 'er's hands were clenched into fists.
"Hotel?"
"It's a brothel. Its goal was to provide comprehensive services to all customers. I think you know what kind of service they provide. In that place, women were expendable because there were people with strange fetishes everywhere. I once heard a not-so-smart guy bragging in a bar in Rivet Town about how soft the girls were. It was soft, just like how it was edible.
Tang Hao's body trembled as if he could almost imagine the hell that those spiritless women went through.
"That slave trader is probably from the army that occupied Survival Base 101. They used cloning technology and nutrition to provide low-cost cloning. The cloned person was more like a product than a human.
"Then, what exactly is a survival base?”Tang Hao looked at Sun Wu 'er's emotionless eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.
"This is a rather peculiar thing. " Every survival base has a unique design concept to increase their chances of survival." She shrugged and continued to explain," I was born in Survival Base 71. Now that I think about it, I was quite lucky. The design concept was to use artificial intelligence to manage human nature. Although my life is organized, at least I am happy. Some survival bases were not so lucky. Her charming face revealed a cruel smile that did not match her age.
"I've heard before that a survival base aims to use people to manage the people. It aimed to create a spiritual leader and stimulate people's desire to survive. It was obvious how naive the designer was. This " spiritual leader " only served justice for a few years before he ignored all human consciousness and became the leader of the barbarians. He used the security measures in this place to eliminate all the men and make all the women his slaves. As for Survival Base 101, I think it's a survival base without people.
Shocked by the cruel truth, Tang Hao forced himself to remain calm. However, he didn't completely understand what Sun Wu 'er was saying.
"A base without humans?
" After the survival base reaches its age limit, the reproduction system will automatically 'create' a perfect body. Then, it used virtual reality to generate many years of memories in a short period of time. I don't know what the designers were thinking, but they didn't realize how popular these " people " would be after the war. Sun Wu 'er's words were full of mockery. Tang Hao remained silent and continued to listen.
"We're here." Sun Wu 'er's voice came out of nowhere as she dragged Tang Hao into a shop.
This store was the official purchasing station of the Sixth Street. It was responsible for evaluating commodity prices and purchasing accordingly. Although canned food and batteries could be used as currency in most survival bases, these trade rules did not apply to the 'prosperous' Sixth Street. Therefore, a credible organization needed to enforce a consistent currency. It also simplified tax procedures.
Crystals were the energy source of high-power equipment. It was a hard currency in any survival base. Its convenience also made it conform to all the characteristics of money.
Although it would be more profitable to open his own shop and sell canned food, Tang Hao, who was " rich ", chose the simpler option of selling directly to the Sixth Street officials.
Sun Wu 'er didn't stop him because she noticed that he didn't want to stay here any longer.
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