strictlysupreme Chapter 424 The Machine Crisis 11
Chapter 424 The Machine Crisis 11
His body will be shoveled up and used as nourishment for the cultivation of new humans.
His research findings will be taken over by someone of his caliber, who will carry on his wisdom and continue to strive for the advancement of humanity.
Nothing will change, except that no one will paint horribly ugly pictures anymore, and no one will mix drinks for F6632 anymore.
F6632 felt this shouldn't be done.
Some people die meaninglessly, even though they shouldn't have died according to the predetermined path.
Nothing here matters.
He started to really, really dislike this place!
After Zhao Ziyou finished laughing, he saw F6632 frowning and staring at him seriously.
He wanted to laugh again, but ultimately held it back.
“Meaning?” He stood up, walked around the court, and even stole the ball from one of the guys and took a shot himself.
“Our happiness here is the meaning of the story.” When he came back, he had become serious.
"Humans are not machines. We don't have switches or buttons on us. We can't just press a button to be happy or to work. We certainly can't just be thrown into an incinerator and destroyed when the time comes."
"We are utterly disgusted with the life of being monitored anytime, anywhere, even the life of having our breathing monitored!"
He gripped F6632's shoulder, his smile chilling, like a real mental patient: "You know what? Human lifespan doesn't stop at 140 years old."
"According to our research, if humans are not destroyed according to time, they can live to be over 170 years old."
"Although this period may be accompanied by factors such as declining physical function, physical disability, forgetfulness, and illness, people can live longer!"
“But that guy!” he pointed to the sky hysterically, “believes that humans lose their value after 140 years old, so he kills people on their 140th birthday.”
"It is an intelligent system that has long been out of control, a shadow over humanity's blue sky."
"Under its rule, humans would begin counting down to their death from the moment they learned to count."
"Without any accidents or miracles, as long as you are willing to be a cog in her machine, you can live to be 140 years old and then be killed by her."
F6632 frowned and pulled the hand off his shoulder.
"But this is the best option for the future of humanity." For the first time, he didn't want to listen to 001; lurking here made him uncomfortable.
He wanted to leave this place, preferably to be driven away by Zhao Ziyou and never be able to come back.
“Choice?” Zhao Ziyou took a big gulp of wine. “When have we ever had a choice? We’re just domesticated pigs, eating and sleeping, then dying when we’re fat.”
He chuckled coldly: "Besides, who knows what the underlying logic of 001 is right now?"
"Perhaps, annihilating all of humanity is what she wants to do most right now."
"Starting a hundred years ago, the amount of production humans manufacture each year has been decreasing."
"Based on the logic that there are no more jobs, that humanity needs highly skilled technical personnel, and that there is no need for useless, low-level work, it reduced the number of human beings produced by 30%, and raised the graduation destruction score from 940 to 960."
His eyes were fixed on F6632: "Humans who are not good enough need to be destroyed. Isn't that terrifying?"
“Those are our fellow human beings. They are not soulless dolls, not pig feed that needs to be smashed and fed to pigs!”
"Even if you are lucky enough not to become a piece of waste material to be destroyed, you will enter the next manufacturing process and become a part of a huge machine forever, with no chance of moving."
Is it right to spend your whole life studying mathematics, conducting experiments, or guarding a gate?
"Can't humans have the right to choose? Can't they have the right to rest?"
"Just because it says it's for the future of humanity, does that mean it's for the future of humanity?"
"The big picture, it's all about the big picture!"
"I'm fed up with people talking to me about the big picture, because the guy who tells me to prioritize the big picture knows perfectly well that I'm not part of his big picture at all!"
He rambled on and on, as if venting his frustrations. It seemed as if his energy and spirit had been drained by his words, and he slumped onto the table, utterly dejected.
“You’re drunk,” F6632 said, staring at him.
Zhao Ziyou chuckled twice and then fell silent.
"Moreover, your so-called freedom now is not conducive to any progress, let alone to achieving the kind of world you want."
Zhao Ziyou slightly opened his eyelids, looking at F6632 with a clear gaze: "Do you think that's all we have?"
"Where do you think those who didn't come went?"
F6632 was startled. When he was about to ask again, he saw that Zhao Ziyou had already fallen asleep on the table.
His disheveled appearance and smell of alcohol made him look like a legendary vagrant.
These humans, who used to live in constant fear of death, had all disappeared by the time 001 took over human life.
What right do humans, who are under his protection, have to criticize him?
He pursed his lips, feeling both unhappy and with other inexplicable emotions.
He helped Zhao Ziyou up and walked towards his lounge.
Zhao Ziyou seemed to have regained some clarity from the action. He glanced at F6632 and muttered, "It's you again, 001's lackey, and you even worship it!"
"Before it appeared, human technology was also developing, and even this enormous monster was created. But after it ruled over humanity, what other amazing things did humanity create?"
"We no longer have the ability to build new high-rise buildings; we can only repair and patch up the existing dilapidated houses."
F6632's body suddenly stiffened, whether it was because Zhao Ziyou had long seen through his admiration for 001, yet still allowed him to come here, or because of Zhao Ziyou's words.
Yes, why is it that humans, who were once able to create 001, are no longer able to create such miracles in today's world, where technology is booming, life expectancy is increasing dramatically, and everyone is working at maximum efficiency?
Is it because humanity has lost the ability to create?
Looking at Zhao Ziyou, who was fast asleep on the bed, F6632 was a little confused.
His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Finally, I closed the door and left.
The moment he left the room, Zhao Ziyou's eyes snapped open, no longer showing any signs of drunkenness.
He got up, walked to the table by the bed, and wrote down an entire page of his evaluation of F6632 with a brush.
He stared at the paper with an uncertain expression for a long time, then pressed a button in the room and projected his opinion through a small opening.
If F6632 hadn't been distracted by his words, a closer look at this would have revealed the truth.
There are no technological products in this place.