Why it never ends

Chapter 90 Letter · Core City

Sender: Donna[email protected]ème.com>
Date: 19/10/4623
Recipient: *****<*****[email protected]ème.com>
Email subject: Greetings from Core City

Dear Jane:

How have you been lately?I am writing to you right now on the train to Wulian.After staying in the core city for a week, I only have a little leisure now.

The nearly one-week trip to the core city was arranged quite tightly. Our team of less than 20 people has gone through more than a dozen inspections.In addition to some coalition government officials whose names we can't name attended one after another, several AHgAs high-level officials also participated in the virtual projection.They seem to be making a documentary, and it just so happens that our session is in time for it.

Although there is a lot of red tape here, I still feel that the trip is worthwhile.Jane, you must also come to the core city with your own eyes, I will never forget myself, the first time I saw this city through the window of the light rail——

Huge, gray buildings rose from the ground, the windows of which you could barely see at first glance, like a continuous tombstone, standing in the thick autumn fog.

There are no pedestrians or traffic on the streets on the ground, like an abandoned dead city.We sit quietly in the carriage suspended in the air, like a group of untimely visitors, we are going deep into the hinterland where death dwells.

I've been looking out the window, and there's an occasional empty park or two amidst the concrete forest that reminds me of Askia, but there's no one on those green lawns, and the red and white runways are empty. It is empty, only some strangely shaped monuments stand in the center of the park. Most of them are silver, and a few of them are the same gray color as the surrounding buildings.They are full of symmetrical beauty.Some are like antlers, some are like wings—or a pair of giant hands reaching out to the sky.

But when the light rail went underground from the ground, everything returned to the world we are familiar with—just like our underground base, the underground station here has a clean white curtain wall and a spotless floor.When we put the tickets into the ticket gate one by one, brightly colored road instructions appeared on the curtain wall at hand.

There are crawlers and elevators everywhere here, they form a huge net, covering the underground stations of the entire core city.But they were so well camouflaged that many people jumped when the tracks started.

From the station where we got off to the place where we stayed, I estimated the number of steps I actually took, maybe less than two hundred steps?Elena, who was traveling with us—the girl who learned singing with us before, said that this place doesn’t look like a place for transporting people, but like a transporting machine.

When she said that, I really felt that way.When standing on the transmission track, everyone maintained the same posture. Everyone was silent and looked at the front blankly, letting the track under their feet lead them to different entrances of the carriages. Enough to be a real bionic person.

In the next few days, I ran out whenever I had free time and took a lot of photos. In the introduction of my entourage, I realized that the tall buildings standing like tombstones were not abandoned. Most of them were office buildings or The production workshop is not without windows - it's just that compared with the volume of the high-rise building, those thin and narrow narrow windows are like a grain of concrete.

I originally wanted to apply to have a look on the ground outside the building, but the application was approved, but there was not enough time, so I had to give up.In a tall building on the innermost side of the core city, I saw the outline of the mother city. I wanted to take a picture and show it to you, but photography is not allowed there.

The mother city is far from the image I imagined. Its appearance looks like an oval egg, like a drop of mercury falling on the ground.It is said that shortly after the mother city emerged, this shell, which looked as thin as a cicada's wings, opened on its own, forming a semicircular cavity that covered the mother city.

There are special maintenance robots in the mother city to inspect this layer of shell. Whenever potential bad points are found, they will report to the workshop in the city, produce, and then replace them.

It wasn't until last year that the third district successfully reproduced a maintenance robot for the first time. It looks like a ray, but it doesn't have a tail spine. During maintenance, it will attach itself tightly to the shell of the mother city. , by detecting changes in the amount of incoming light in different areas for diagnosis.

This layer of protective shell can greatly reduce the negative impact of extreme weather, but unfortunately we have not yet fully understood the technical principles behind it.

When I heard these introductions, I felt very emotional. At that moment, I suddenly felt that this was like a metaphor of civilization—everything in our existing world is built on these sixteen mother cities. It is precise, complex, and contains It is a power beyond our reach, but it is so mysterious and fragile, full of unknowns, and precarious.

There are also some museums in the core city. Also due to time constraints, I have not been able to visit all of them. I hope to have the opportunity to come again in the future. It would be even better if I could be with you.

That's all for today.

Wish you all the best.

Donna
(Hell, I just typed my old name again...it's really hard to get used to a new name)

19/10/4623
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Sender: Donna[email protected]ème.com>
Date: 25/10/4623
Recipient: *****<*****[email protected]ème.com>
Email subject: I just realized that you are training!
Dear Jane:

A few days ago, I was still wondering why you didn't reply. I just found out that your 24-week special training has started when I was chatting with Turan today. Congratulations!

I just joined the job the day before yesterday, but today the police station and the Social Security Bureau went on strike at the same time. Except for a few essential personnel who were still on duty, everyone else went to the demonstration.The old man who wanted to hand over to me couldn't find anyone at all. I didn't expect that the first thing I did when I came here was to write a complaint email... But this way, I just have time to calm down and read the previous files these days. Barely not a bad thing.

Wulian is close to the southern inland sea. Although there are no cruise ships coming directly from other regions, it is also an important place for transportation, especially because it is rich in wine, so it is more prosperous than Tanyi. The old houses on the street are colorful, like a fairy tale. town.

When I met my colleagues in Wulian for the first time the day before yesterday, they were all shocked and condemned the blatant use of child labor by Mercury Needles - it took me a lot of effort to explain our working mechanism to them, Including the fact that we can theoretically retire at the age of 25, everyone's attitude suddenly became envious again.

I seem to be the first mercury needle sent here, people here don't care too much about things related to chelation disease, they have a slow pace of life, only work 35 hours a week, and there is a month or so a year. In addition to paid vacation, the department also has a set-up vacation system—if you work 40 hours in a week, the Friday of the next week will also be included in the weekend holiday, and you can take an extra day off.

They call this the big and small week system.

(End of this chapter)