Chapter 722: Slum
The black street factory cluster keeps running around the clock, and the heavy black smoke from the towering chimneys hangs the entire city in the smog, standing in the heights of the city, and even seeing the black crepe The general cloud floats slowly from the sky: these smokes make everything in the neighborhood stained with dirty gray color, which is one of the origins of the Black Street name. In the modern world where nano-machines are spread all over the world, there are still many heavy industry industries that cannot escape the production methods of traditional factory production lines due to technical limitations. Large machinery and arms factories are the two most important ones.
In Black Street, the two largest factories are the two.
Hao Ren walked out from the narrow slums and saw the towering factory buildings at the end of the wide and dirty streets. The huge reaction towers and the pressure vessels of unknown use were built directly in the city, and they could walk on the streets. I heard the roar of mechanical operation coming from the factory. On the streets on both sides, you can see passers-by who are hurrying, most of them poor people wearing worn clothes and numb eyes. They just finished eating the lack of synthetic food at home, and now they are flocking to the factory like ant colonies: a mechanical behemoth that devours their lives but at the same time continues their lives. Some people use a piece of rag to cover their face, filtering the dust in the air in such a way that they are better than nothing, but those dark rags are not much cleaner than the surrounding air, and their lungs are still irreversibly damaged. It was corroded and polluted. After the age of 30 or 40, it was necessary to use a nano-group to survive, and then quickly died.
"Since the nano-group is still in use, why no one wants to use these things to solve the pollution problem in the city?" Hao Ren said to himself.
A hoarse, low voice came from the side: "Treatment of pollution? This kind of person died decades ago, and now is the day when one day will live."
Hao Ren turned his head unexpectedly and found that Ulanov did not know when he appeared behind him: "Hey, when did you come?"
“This is where I come often. I am familiar with slums,” Ulanov looked up at the factory not far away. “It was reported yesterday that you left the station and disappeared into the dark alleys of the slums. Lan let me come to you to collect the corpse but I didn't expect to see you on the first street just after arriving here. Not bad, safely in the dark alley area for the first night? What is interesting here?"
"Nothing, just just turning around," Hao Ren knew that the other party was still alert to himself. Then the expression replied easily. "I said, I can't stay with you all the time, so I have to find a place to be accommodated. Don't worry, even if I have any purpose. I won't go to the gray fox."
"Nolan doesn't care about this, but I am doing nothing," Ulanov said to Hao Ren's reply. "It is best not to go to this neighborhood frequently. There are a lot of guys who have a bad relationship with the gray fox. You are not here." benefit."
Hao Ren waved his hand to express his understanding, and then raised the question just now: "You haven't said it yet, is there any extra cost to solve the urban pollution with nano-machines? Isn't that something self-sufficient?"
"Nano clusters are really self-sufficient, but their control centers are costly, and the bigger cost is these," Ulanov said. Raise your finger and point to the poor people who are rushing to the road. "The machines that operate the factory do not need a healthy body. The city does not need the elderly. The mission of these slags is to be squeezed to the age of forty-five in the factory, and It’s best not to know a few ligatures. Factory owners don’t like workers who are too strong and too smart, and they don’t like guys who need to be old, so there’s no need to let them live too long. As for the factory owners and the great warlords... They have their own ecological homes and are isolated from the outside world. I heard that there will be one or two small lawns, which are not expensive and quick to build. They are enough to enjoy."
Hao Renxi looked at it and he couldn't understand the idea from the earth: "I will maintain this status... Is the eyesight short?"
"Short-sighted? What is your long-term vision?" Ulanov laughed hoarsely. "To improve the environment in an all-round way? To rebuild a vibrant and sustainable society? I remember that many people were decades ago. I thought about it this way, but it turns out that no one can live to the day of accomplishing this kind of work. I heard that every regime in the world can only last for four and a half years. So no one will invest in a business longer than this cycle. ""
After Ulanov finished, he took a picture of Hao Ren’s shoulder: "Short-sightedness is necessary because most people can't live their future."
Hao Ren blurted out: "But you live long enough..."
"Because I am just alive," Ulanov turned and said, "From the day I was injured, I couldn’t shed a drop of blood, but only from the day I left the electrolyte and nutrient medium. My goal was only alive. So, such people can live long enough."
Hao Ren is speechless. In a world where everyone can't protect themselves, thinkers and enlighteners are probably the earliest people to die because they need to use energy for survival, such as dreams. The data terminal at this time sighed in his mind more accurately: "This is why Qizheng grass can be cultivated into a fairy, and vegetables and fruits are not even fine: in the morning, I wish to practice, at noon, let people give Stewed. If you can't live on the day when your dreams come true, who can still have a dream."
I have to say that although the goods are owed a little, but the summarizing ability is really strong.
Hao Ren returned to the Grey Fox Station behind Ulanov. When he turned a corner, he stunned and took out a silver-gray small device and quickly threw it out of his portable space. The little device looked like an inconspicuous metal cymbal, but it quietly disappeared when it landed, and quickly slipped into the dark corner against the ground. This is a beacon transmitter made by Hao Ren in the morning with the shipyard factory of the giant turtle rock platform. It will automatically find a place with the weakest interference, and then send a strong navigation signal to the space as long as the planet is still located. The dream plane, the detection of the drone group can quickly find it through this navigation signal.
Even if they are tens of billions of light years apart.
If the two sides are separated by more than just physical distance... then the situation is more troublesome. But at the moment, it seems that the situation is very troublesome.
At present, Hao Ren has no problem in locating the nucleus research station and detecting the drone group on the planet, which proves that the data link is unblocked, but the key is that there is no way to determine the specific location of the signal transmission. This is equivalent to the connection of anonymous address, and the function of the nucleus research station and the drone group can't solve this anonymity one-way, so it is necessary to set a proactive letter on the planet Zhuo Hao. Standard. At the same time, Hao Ren also considered what to do if the beacon is invalid: if this happens, he will consider releasing a detector from here to see if he can reach the normal universe by means of space navigation. If so, then at least prove Space is still continuous, and if not, he can figure out how big the range of distortion is. This is one of the "alternative options" he mentioned before.
After leaving the factory area, Hao Ren turned his head and glanced at the towering black buildings: "This is really a desperate place."
"Maybe, but at least there is still life in it. The factory is the only choice for most people. The wilderness outside is worse than the situation here." Ulanov seemed to sigh, maybe just a dumb Laugh, "The only hope of the 'slag' here is that the mercenary group is taken to the cannon fodder. If they can live for a few weeks, they can live like an individual, and all diseases can be cured. You know, in fact, it is very simple to cure their lung disease and blood disease. It is simple to use only one tube of nano-mechanism and 30 minutes, but this is the most valuable resource of Black Street. The ration is extremely limited. Everyone in the slums I am willing to use my own to exchange this treatment opportunity. So I am very curious about what the reason for Heaton’s rebellion is. When Nolan dragged him out of the slum, the guy’s lungs were almost gone, and the blood was piled up. Forty years of toxins and inferior nanomachinery, a standard waste man, missed the good age chosen as cannon fodder, and Nolan gave him the chance to survive... he is the most Even betrayed. "
Hao Ren remembered the diary he had seen in Heaton and whispered: "Probably what was brainwashed."
“Brained by the crazy idea of the Rangers?” Ulanov snorted. “Oh, maybe it’s possible, the guy with a simple mind.” (To be continued.)
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