After being exiled, I became a star boss

Chapter 1 Wedges
"As the sun gradually evolved into a red giant, humans metamorphosed first into cavemen, then into a bug, then into anaerobic algae, and finally disappeared completely."

— Top Secret File Index Number: 2000.0001

一
AD 2268, August 8st, 1:6 in the morning.

The gray dome of the underground city emits countless strands of light, pale and temperatureless light, which is not sunlight.

The urban intelligent brain has made the following configurations for the climate: autumn, sunny, light intensity 0.7, temperature 21-25 degrees Celsius, humidity 54%, breeze.

In the depths of the abyss ten kilometers away from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, there is no blue sky and white clouds, no sun, moon and stars, no grasslands, no distant mountains, no breeze with the fragrance of leaves, and no dew on rose petals in the morning
It would be a grave without the artificial sunlight on the dome.

A man's voice came from the communicator embedded in the cochlea of ​​the right ear, "121031HP225008260038, good morning."

121031HP225008260038, referred to as No. 38, is a woman with no name and surname, and only has one number. National assets only need a number, not a name.

The "P" in the serial number indicates her occupation. As a city policeman, her daily job is to patrol the whole city and find illegally invaded underground creatures in time.

She is young, fit and well-proportioned, with shoulder-length black hair, snow-white skin that is almost transparent, and a pair of jet-black eyes on her face that are so black that they shine.

At this moment, she is wearing a navy blue polyethylene PTFE tights, titanium multifunctional goggles, and silver anti-gravity shoes. She is floating above the underground city. Scan for anomalous flying objects.

The melodious saxophone "Perfect World" wafts over the city in the early morning.

Looking down from the sky, the underground city built with high technology stands under a solid hemispherical dome. The innumerable white cold rays outline the city's rigid mechanical lines, and the colors are simple and frigid.

Skyscrapers cluster in the city center, their glass facades gleaming like razor-sharp knives in the artificial sunlight.

The city sprawled out in all directions, gradually becoming an endless, humdrum pigeon coop.

For three years, at the same time every day, No. 38 flew over the familiar city like a bird.

With a smile on her face, she watched the curtains of the pigeon coop gradually opened, and people's activities were reflected in front of the window, men, women, young people sitting on the balcony playing the violin, and women preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Perhaps only when she sees people can she really feel the vitality contained in this city.

A reminder from No. 13 came from the communicator: "Pay special attention to the woods in the western suburbs, and keep your spirits up!"

"Number 13, why are you like those robots, repeating the same words every day, so that your ears are callused! There is only desert on the surface of the earth, the endless desert, there is no life there, let alone surface monsters, I will ask you , Over the years, have you seen any monsters except for a few gophers?"

"Number 38, not seeing them doesn't mean they don't exist."

"Do you still remember that big joke? That No. 21 was clamoring all day long to catch monsters and let those robot guys see them. In the end, not only did he not even see the shadow of the monster on the surface, but he was shot by the plasma gun in his hand." Lost a leg, oh, it's ridiculous, this may be the funniest thing I've heard in my life!"

Number 38 giggled like it was the only thing that brought her joy.

"No. 38, don't be so busy being happy. It is precisely because we haven't found anything for so many years that we will be accused by the robot. I was called to train yesterday!"

"Hmph, those machine monsters dare to accuse humans?"

No. 13 was angry, "He said that we are equipped with the most advanced equipment and patrolling 24 hours a day. After so many years, we still can't catch anything. He said that people are useless and there is no need to exist at all. He also said that robots should be used to replace police officers."

No. 38 frowned, and snorted coldly, "No. 13, what kind of surface monsters are simply non-existent. It's the same if you replace them with robots. I don't believe that they can do it!"

"The gang of robots also said, 'According to the string theory of telepathy, human beings can feel the same kind through the sixth sense. The reason why a large number of human policemen are produced is to hope that we can make unique contributions to the security of the republic.'"

No. 38 closed her eyes and tried to use the mysterious sixth sense of human beings. After a while, she sighed softly: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. We have tried our best. There are no surface monsters at all, let alone discover them. Go dream, maybe you can meet in your dream."

Number 13's voice sounded a bit dejected: "Well, they've found out, and it's not in a dream."

"Really? When did it happen? Did the robot guy run ahead of us?"

"Just yesterday."

"where is it?"

"Western Suburb Woods!"

No. 38 twisted his waist, and quickly swept towards the dense orange-red eucalyptus forest to the west.

two

The gray artificial sunlight was falling, and the thick leaves blocked the faint sunlight in the morning. In the thick shade, a burly figure was striding forward in the forest covered with fallen leaves.

Every morning, when No. 38 patrolled the woods in the western suburbs, he would meet him and his dog.

She doesn't know who he is, but every time she greets him loudly: "Good morning!"

When No. 38 passed over his head, he looked up at her and raised his hand to say hello. The mechanical golden retriever dog at his feet also stared at her with a pair of black mechanical eyes.

On the 38th, he looked at the dog, and then at the man. The man did not age, and the golden retriever was always wearing the blue suit and vest.

Some kind of fear suddenly appeared in her heart, and she said to herself: "Number 13, have you noticed that our life is like copying and pasting, I sometimes wonder, are we really alive?"

No. 13's doubts came from the communicator: "Do you want your life to change?"

No. 38 murmured, "Do you know the curse of Sisyphus?"

"what is that?"

"I picked up a book. It was a story in the book. Every day Sisyphus would push a huge boulder up to the top of the mountain. Because the boulder was too heavy, it would roll down the mountain before reaching the top of the mountain. His previous efforts were wasted, so he Just do it over and over again.”

No. 13 murmured helplessly, "But this is life."

There was only a gloomy silence in the communicator. After a while, No. 13 suddenly asked, "Where did you find your book?"

"It's in the eucalyptus forest in the western suburbs."

"That's a human book, you know, we can only read the books provided by the robot guy."

"But we are human beings."

"Maybe it used to be, but now...not anymore."

"Is no longer?"

"No longer those primitive people, we are superior human beings who have been genetically modified."

No. 38 was silent. She had landed slowly in the eucalyptus forest, looking at the lifeless city: "Everyone lives like a machine. People who used to create a glorious history, but what about us? Is it the only way to live like this?" Living day after day, seeing the head at a glance?!"

No. 13 puzzled: "There is no overcrowding, no intrigue, no hunger, no war, and everyone is peaceful and happy. Isn't this the most satisfying life?"

"What's the difference between this kind of life and pigs raised in captivity?"

Number 13 suddenly laughed: "Pigs don't do anything except eat and sleep. We are more effective than pigs."

No. 38 was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Pigs are happier than us, at least they never feel lonely."

three

This underground city with a radius of 100 square kilometers has a total population of [-] million people, of course humans are only [-]% of them.

June 8st, 2 am.

121031HE222208032821 stepped out of his pigeon coop in the western suburbs and strode along the street illuminated by street lights.

2821 is a construction engineer and the designer of this city, which can almost be regarded as his kingdom.

He is 1.8 meters tall, tall and strong, full of energy, thick eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose, his skin is pale, which is related to the long-term lack of sunlight.

The artificial sun has not yet risen, the autumn wind carries the chill of the night, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of eucalyptus.

Every day, he would walk for an hour along a fixed route, which would pass through the mysterious eucalyptus forest in the western suburbs.

However, he knows very well what secrets are hidden in this endless eucalyptus forest.

In his opinion, those white buildings hidden in the forest are not secrets at all, various scientific laboratories, human processing factories... As a designer, 2821 is one of the very few people who are allowed to visit human processing factories .

Today is his 46th birthday. When he walked outside the low fence of the human processing factory, he stopped again involuntarily and watched.

He is recalling.

No matter who you are, as long as you have the past, when you are alone, the trivial life in the past, piece by piece, piece by piece, will appear silently like the broken leaves in the long river, and will disappear silently. fade away.

Like No. 38, 2821 has no parents, no siblings, no wife and children.

For 46 years, his small universe was only himself.

His biological father and mother only provided a pair of vigorous sperm and eggs, and the rest of the work, including fertilization, gene optimization of fertilized eggs, pregnancy, baby feeding, and knowledge instillation, was all handed over to human processing plant.

As a highly intelligent man with excellent genes, he also once provided sperm.

2821 knows that his child grows in it.

He seems to have seen his lovely baby floating leisurely in the transparent nutrition container filled with simulated amniotic fluid. The chubby little guy is swimming, eating, sleeping, and babbling.

While the children are sleeping, the brain wave sensor is instilling the subconscious mind at the same time.

"Humans are stupid creatures, and robots are the creators of a perfect world."

"Humans must treat robots with respect, courtesy and obedience from the bottom of their hearts"

"Humanity's past is full of greed, desire, deceit, betrayal, and sin. It is precisely because of human greed that an extinct nuclear war will be triggered. The extinction of human beings is inevitable. The world led by robots is the most reasonable and fair. , the most scientific, this is the future of earth civilization.”

Humans in the dungeon have completed university education by the age of 15.

Staring silently at the small white window for a long time, 2821 was completely unaware that his eyes were already moist.

A gust of artificial wind rustled the leaves and woke him from his memory, and he murmured, "Well, like me, you'll never know who your father is."

2821 has quietly investigated, and the oldest of his children is already in his early twenties.

As a father, he didn't even know where his child was?doing what?Are you happy?

Isn't this a sad and ridiculous thing? !

This terrible thought made him flustered, shouldn't, can't... He turned around abruptly, trembling all over, and staggered away.

The faint artificial sunlight has already lit up, pale and indifferent, the white light is blocked by the tall and dense eucalyptus treetops, in the shadow under the tree, there is a person standing there motionless, tall and upright, wearing a black cloak, A battered leather jacket with straps at the neck and shoulders was worn under the cloak.

The man slowly took off the black hood, revealing a handsome olive face.

That sunny olive color flashed across 2821's heart, and the haze covering his heart disappeared. He knew that it was the color of sunshine.

(End of this chapter)