Thanks to the relief supplies and professionals from the Alliance, the urgent needs of the new authorities in Boulder City were solved, and more than 500,000 survivors in the city were stabilized.
It is not difficult to make a big fuss.
Especially when the master sitting on the chair is a pig, just hit them hard on the head with a stick.
However, operating a settlement of hundreds of thousands of people is not a problem that can be solved with a few sticks.
Even the profiteers employed by the royal family have run away, and the nobles in the inner city have left the victors with only a huge mess.
If the new authorities cannot solve the problem of bread and fuel, there will soon be a group of crybabies crying the name of the master.
Survival is the instinct of animals, which is understandable.
However, if all the credit is attributed to the masters of Sid, it must be self-destructive.
Once a stable society is formed, it has operating inertia under the established order and rules. This is not the credit of anyone, but the credit of every participant.
If Master Sid did nothing, this broken jar could probably still be used. But unfortunately, this clever man was not good at it and loved to play around. He would shake the jar from time to time, and when the corner was broken, he would put some gum on it to trick himself, and then continue to shake it.
Now the jar is finally broken, just like the collapsed monolith.
The established rules and order were broken together, and the first problem faced by the new authorities was to establish a new order.
The alliance would provide some help, especially in terms of food.
Thanks to the generosity of the managers, the new authorities did not have to continue to compromise with the bottom line of human morality in order to survive after making some compromises with reality for the sake of unity.
They did not have to eat people to survive the winter, and they could bury the victims properly.
But if they wanted to get their lives back on track and keep the fruits of victory, they had to rely on themselves.
No one could help them.
…
It was night.
An office in the City Hall.
In order to complete the accounting of the Boulder City Bank account book as soon as possible, Alyssa added a single bed in the house and simply moved the bedroom here.
The workers' union originally planned to return Mr. Melvin's mansion to her, after all, she did help them a lot.
Doing what Bol should do can't unite everyone, and fighting for eight hours is not good, but fighting for the constitution that they all abide by is enough for them to carry this banner of justice.
Alyssa appreciated the kindness of everyone, but did not accept it. She just picked some clothes, daily necessities and things full of memories that she liked to take away.
As for the others, she asked the workers' union to take them to the girls who were about the same height as her and had no beautiful clothes to wear.
"...My father always buys me some beautiful dresses, but I have never seen many of them again after wearing them once. Although they are pleasing to the eye when hanging in the closet, I would be happier if I could help other people in need."
Alyssa's eyes were a little red and swollen, but she still managed to hold on to that heartbreaking smile.
Lovet felt a little distressed.
Such a big change happened at home, and he knew that she must have cried for a long time when no one was around.
Including himself, many people in the workers' union secretly regarded her as their own daughter in their hearts, but they were not her parents after all.
"...You don't actually have to do this. We agreed not to engage in formalism. We only take what we should take."
The clothes were handled by the female workers of the workers' union. Most of them worked in textile factories, and some were night shift workers in the Good Taste Food Processing Factory. They had the same opinion and could not hate this little girl.
What made Lovett feel complicated was that Bolco did not rob the wardrobe of Master Stephen's daughter and wife. He always felt ashamed to accept those things.
Alyssa shook her head and said seriously.
"My father's property should belong to all the residents of this settlement. There is no dispute about it. I may save some money to buy it back in the future, but not now. If I turn a blind eye to myself, then Boulder City will really just change a group of masters-"
Lovett said reflexively.
"How could it be! We already have a constitution!"
Alyssa stared at him intently.
"Only by complying can we truly own it, otherwise there will definitely be people who say that we just changed a group of masters. There are many "willing" in our team, right?"
Lovett was stunned and opened his mouth. Just when he was about to say "Let them say what they want", he was surprised to find another thing that surprised him even more.
"You... have read that book too?!"
He thought that a girl of her age who had been well-educated would prefer to read some poems about love.
In fact, let alone her.
The militia leader Qiao Yin was not interested in Bol's story at all, and he was particularly serious about it, saying that the awakened would never be able to defeat the power armor.
Lovett guessed that the guy actually secretly read a little bit, and then brought himself into Bol's rival in love - the centurion.
Sberg really didn't like the guys in the militia, who wanted to be arrested by Phyllis in the first place?
But these did not prevent them from being partners.
Looking at Lovett with a surprised face, Alyssa smiled.
"I just started reading it. When I finish the things I have to do, I will read it again from the beginning."
"Incredible!" Lovett widened his eyes and continued to talk in a nagging manner, "You actually like to read that kind of novel, but... you are right, there are indeed some speculators in our team. Maybe we should clean them up after everything is over."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Alyssa.
"No!"
Looking at Alyssa's serious expression, Lovett was stunned and frowned.
"Why?"
He didn't intend to do it, but just said it casually.
Alyssa continued to speak seriously.
"Do you remember when the number of workers' unions began to expand?"
Lovet recalled carefully.
"When Sberg was arrested..."
"Yes, when Sberg was arrested, and the second time was when you learned that he had sacrificed."
Alyssa looked at him seriously and continued.
"In a person's heart, there may be Paul, Stephen, Ken... countless characters living at the same time. You can't eliminate invisible forces with tangible forces. Master Stephen captured Paul, so countless Pauls appeared. Now that we have won, we can certainly use Master Stephen's method to shut Ken up, but they will not disappear, they will multiply in places we can't see, and one day in the future they will replace us and reopen the casino."
This is what she only understood this morning from her brother.
They must use institutionalized methods to get this settlement back on track, instead of hoping to keep only those with lofty ideals in the team.
Thoughts can be disguised.
House did a good job. He could lie for more than ten years without stopping, and make the words he didn't believe leak out.
If they hadn't won, no one would doubt that he was the best good man in Boulder City.
Lovet whispered.
"They have become our ghosts... So that's what it means."
Alyssa was stunned, then nodded slightly.
"Yes... we just need to do what Bol should do, and unite everyone."
She suddenly felt that they were really amazing.
Their cultural literacy was not high, and they actually did not understand Bol's words and deeds, but they actually did it with simple beliefs.
Bol's story was like a straw floating on the water. They were thrown overboard and held it. No one let go, and their arms became a bridge...
After seeing Lovett off, Alyssa returned to the office and sat down at her desk again.
Today's work was over, and she promised Lovett to rest early, but before going to bed she had to write a letter to the manager of the alliance on behalf of everyone, thanking him for helping him in times of crisis.
The flame of miracle was very weak, so weak that it could be blown out by a gust of wind, but he did not turn a blind eye to it. The endless footprints printed on the snow witnessed the friendship between the new alliance and the new Boulder City.
Recalling the story of the awakened Bol, Alyssa felt a little regretful.
I heard that Sperger was writing a draft of the Great Revolution. The conflict between the Workers' Union and the residents of the inner city escalated to a critical point. The awakened Bol was thrown into prison by the nobles for the non-existent crime of blaspheming the black card... After all, no one has broken the card in a century and a half.
The story is about to enter the final climax before the finale. It seems that Bol will not be with the noble lady.
But why?
Everyone seems to have determined that the two of them have no chance, but she thinks that identity and feelings are completely different things.
Everyone obviously agrees that no one is born noble or humble, but they will instinctively consider whether the births of two people are compatible.
There are also wastelanders and shelter residents who get married, right? Even if their concepts may be two centuries apart.
She thinks it is unfair to label people without considering the facts.
But she doesn't intend to protest to Sperger.
It is childish and impolite to kidnap the author with personal feelings. Even a fairy tale sprinkled with sugar can't only coax a child to sleep, let alone a story with ups and downs.
She is no longer a child.
It's better to say that she is already an adult.
[… Thank you for your help in times of crisis! The survivors of Boulder City will always remember this friendship, and we will fight side by side for our common ideals in the future! ]
The pen cap stopped at her lips and hesitated for a moment. Alyssa used the tip of the pen to outline a small smiling face on the last line of the letter.
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The last stroke of the signature, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
The letter was finished.
It would be great if I could receive a reply.
After reading it twice from beginning to end in a low voice, making sure there was no impoliteness, Alyssa carefully stuffed it into the envelope.
After finishing this task, she breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her body with great success, pushed the chair away and jumped down, and was brought to the bed by the increasing sleepiness.
The bed here is much smaller than at home, but it is still spacious for her.
After changing into her favorite pajamas, she stuffed the envelope under the pillow, and then yawned and got into the quilt.
The quilt was hard and cold, without the fragrance of lavender or sunlight, but it was easier to fall asleep than usual.
And it was not really cold here.
The city hall was equipped with wall heating, and a thin layer of fog formed on the windows. It was much warmer here than outside.
She rubbed her cheek against the edge of the quilt, and the cold and hard quilt was soon warmed by her body temperature.
Life after losing "everything" was not as difficult as she imagined, and at this moment her heart was extremely stable.
Falling asleep with dreams.
Good dreams are fragrant and sweet...
...
The next day, the sun rose, and the survivors of Boulder City and the rescuers of the Alliance spent the first day after a long night together.
The big pots gathered at the gate of the city were scattered to various communities in the settlement, and milky white fog floated before dawn.
After counting the names and addresses of the residents in the city, the refugee home will deliver the relief supplies directly to the mobile kitchens set up at various dining points.
This can reduce people's queuing time, prevent the spread of infectious diseases, and reduce the difficulty of management.
In the matter of settling refugees, Luca, the mayor of Dawn City, can be said to be experienced. He helped Chu Guang do this job before the Alliance.
And his experience is nothing more than one sentence.
That is, let those who have strength have work to do, and those who have no strength don't run around.
When a group of people stay in a fixed place, who did what, when and where did they go, just ask and you will know.
With the patrol of the militia and drones, as well as the surveillance installed on the giant wall, the hidden dangers of public security can be minimized.
At present, the production activities of the entire Boulder City have stagnated, and a large number of strong people have nothing to do.
It is not enough to just feed them, they must also find something to do and use their extra energy in the right place.
The new authorities promised that although there is no salary for participating in the construction, they will be given priority in allocating new housing, and the food treatment of the construction team will be higher than that of the mobile kitchens in general relief stations.
People who work must eat more than those who don't.
Although there is no salary, they are provided with food and accommodation, and a house is also provided after the work is done. It is much better than the check factory of Mr. Weijia.
Anyway, there is no place to spend money now. Under the mobilization of the workers' union, most of the workers in the settlement have joined the construction team, and some citizens with good physical fitness have also participated.
At the same time, the transformation plan of the settlement has been officially launched.
The Union Bank has provided a special loan of 500 million silver coins to the new authorities of Boulder City, and the money will be used entirely for the housing transformation of the settlement.
According to the statistics of the Union, there are more than 200,000 people in Boulder City living in shacks with sewage and air leakage.
In the slums outside the giant wall, there are nearly 100,000 survivors of complex composition, and these people also need unified resettlement.
With the support of the Union, the new authorities will build a batch of apartment buildings built with prefabricated concrete panels and widen several major traffic arteries.
This is inside the settlement.
Outside the settlements, the alliance has also made corresponding plans.
Chu Guang plans to select a relatively safe and convenient route from the underground transportation line near Linghu Wetland Park in the northern suburbs to Giant Stone City for cleaning and repair.
In the future, the commuting time from Giant Stone City to Dawn City will be shortened to less than two hours, and there will be no more harassment from predators.
The alliance will also connect the power lines to Giant Stone City and merge the four settlements in the River Valley Province into one power grid!
A power grid powered by nuclear fusion!
The future of Giant Stone City is still very bright.
There are a large number of skilled workers and engineers here, with complete infrastructure and means of production. It is fully capable of becoming the largest processing and manufacturing center of the alliance, and forming a closed loop with Dawn City, which is a raw material production base and heavy industrial center.
The wealth generated by the real economy will give birth to a batch of tertiary industries-tertiary industries that truly serve workers.
The VIP box of the Queen of the Night bar may become history, but the residents of Boulder City will get bars, libraries and cinemas that everyone can afford...
"Dear Lord of Qingquan City, manager of the alliance, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
In the Boulder Military Industrial Building, a huge Orca transport plane was parked on the apron on the top floor, and a row of fully armed soldiers stood beside it.
Looking at Chu Guang coming towards him, Yin Bosi walked forward with a sunny smile on his face, stretched out his right hand and shook hands with him vigorously.
"...Finally meet you, I feel extremely honored to meet you today, especially I see the shadow of a person in you."
Opening the mask of the power armor helmet, Chu Guang raised his eyebrows with interest when he heard this unexpected greeting.
"Who?"
Yin Bosi said with a smile.
"The person Mr. Fang Ming always mentions!"
"Its designer?"
"Well," Yin Bosi nodded and said approvingly, "You all have similar shadows, but in fact you are completely different."
Chu Guang said indifferently.
"That's normal. It's hard to find two people who are exactly the same in this world."
Although the little players in Shelter 404 have already traveled all over this boulder city, this is Chu Guang's first time to come to this settlement.
And the purpose of his visit this time is also very clear-for one thing.
Something he must get.
Yin Bosi smiled and let go of his hand.
"Perhaps it is because of this concern that it allows me to observe you from a distance and control the rhythm of contact... In fact, you have been recognized by it a long time ago, but recognition alone is actually useless. It has its own mission and rules."
Having heard about Fang Ming from Xiao Qi, Chu Guang was not too surprised by his words.
"It's right. Don't trust anyone easily in the wasteland. And some things are destined to be done by the residents of Boulder City themselves. No one can help them before they completely abandon the old order."
Yin Bosi sighed faintly.
"Really? But I think there may be more efficient ways. Maybe this is the difference between me and Mr. Fang Ming."
For example-
Just shoot those stupid pigs.
This is actually not very difficult.
But that adult just couldn't get over that hurdle.
Even if I hinted to it that I could do this cleverly for it, just like cutting the killer into eight pieces and throwing them into the sewer to deal with those nobles, anyway, it has long been unhappy with those uncreative "clients".
But unfortunately, it refused.
Chu Guang looked at Yin Bosi with a smile on his face, and always felt that his smile was a little weird, but he couldn't tell where the weirdness was.
"Fang Ming is an AI, what are you?"
"It is an invisible AI, and I am tangible..."
Yin Bosi pointed his finger at the position of his heart on his left chest, then smiled and stretched out his right hand again.
"Let me introduce myself again, Yin Bosi, chairman and president of Giant Stone City Military Industry, a universal android designed by Fang Ming. Originally I should serve the black card residents, after all, they bought me, but now the Giant Stone Building has collapsed, and theoretically I am free."
AI designed an AI with an independent "personality"?
Is there any point in doing this?
Chu Guang was slightly stunned, but it did not show on his face, and he stretched out his right hand neatly.
"Chu Guang. By the way, you look like a person."
It is said that the designer will map part of his "personality" to the designed AI, but he always feels that this one seems to be more like a person than Fang Ming.
At least he talks more.
Yin Bosi smiled and said.
"That's your illusion. Only those who have life and death can be considered human, such as my respected father... Mr. Fang Ming. I am just a toy made by it to relieve boredom and loneliness and to comply with the requirements of the residents of the inner city."
"My AI core has been working for more than a hundred years and has long passed the deadline for scrapping. It will be somewhat abnormal. Don't be too surprised if I say something strange."
After a pause, Yin Bosi suddenly looked behind him - the android with a black mirror and the number X-16 engraved on the chest armor.
"By the way, this is X-16, the masterpiece of Jushi Military Industry in recent years - a universal android. It can perform multiple tasks as a replacement for the scrapped X-15. In your human concept, it is like my daughter."
Chu Guang felt a similar aura to Tianqin from her, but in terms of combat power alone, she is probably not as powerful as Tianqin.
After all, in actual combat, that guy annihilated a mercenary team of 100 people, and the current record of X-16 is still unknown.
Chu Guang was concerned about something else.
"Can Giant Stone City produce AI cores?"
"AI cores are something that can be dug out of the city like iron ore. It is not difficult to repair. We can occasionally buy some from mercenaries, using those plastic sheets."
Yin Bosi looked at Chu Guang with a smile and continued.
"Let's talk business. Including me, X-16, and everything in Giant Stone Military Industry... now it belongs to you. Thank God, things have finally changed here. I don't know since when, our engineers and designers can't come up with any new tricks. Maybe it will be different in your hands."
The biggest reason why he wanted to shoot all those useless wastes was because he was tired and bored with those guys who didn't make progress.
A typical example.
The X-2 drone assault rifle originally had an improved version called X-3, which shortened the receiver and changed to a shellless design.
However, the more advanced X-3 did not replace the old X-2.
The superficial reason is simple. X-2 has a higher output, lower cost, and more stable performance. But the deeper reason behind this is that the Stone City is essentially a closed and stagnant society. It has no motivation to expand outward, nor does it have the motivation to innovate itself - whether it is endogenous or exogenous.
If people don't know where they are going, don't expect AI to figure this out. These weapons are actually designed by human engineers, and AI only does some auxiliary work at the administrative level.
Referring to the standards of the old era, he asked his engineers to improve the X series of androids for their own amusement generation after generation.
As for the research and development of weapons, it was completely suspended after the shareholders of the Stone Military Industry felt that it was enough.
Even if there are some improvements, they are fine-tuned in the direction of reducing costs and increasing efficiency.
The militia occasionally recovers some evolutions from the waves and gives them to the Stone Military Industry to analyze the structure and design ideas of those pre-war equipment. But they rarely send troops to explore the mother nest in the city center like the post-war reconstruction committee.
The alliance is completely different.
They obviously have problems even protecting themselves, but they still send people to explore the city center! Even if they are slow and clumsy, and have to take care of the self-esteem of a group of pigs, they are indeed doing this!
He saw the turnaround he expected from these blue coats!
After dealing with those pigs that drag their feet, the future of Giant Stone Military Industry is brighter than ever!
Ah...
The intellectual plug-in is burning!
The current on the CPU surged, and Yin Bosi suddenly thought of something and slapped the back of his head.
"Oh, by the way, you can use X-16, it just so happens that you are also in need of a android bodyguard. When I was repairing it, I just came up with some new ideas... about X-17."
Without waiting for Chu Guang to answer, Yin Bosi showed a mischievous smile on his face.
"Do you need me to install some extra plug-ins for you? The functions of the universal android are more comprehensive than you think. It can be installed with many practical things, and the usage scenarios are not only outdoors, but also indoors."
Chu Guang didn't understand what he was saying at first, but when he met his meaningful eyes, he understood it in an instant, and almost choked on his saliva.
"...No need."
Looking at Chu Guang, who looked a little embarrassed, Yin Bosi showed a hint of disappointment on his face.
"I thought you old popsicles would be interested... Have you heard of it? I have investigated that the best-selling android in the prosperous era is not a universal type, nor a military type, but a companion type as a 'sex doll'!"
Chu Guang: "..."
What kind of cyber setting is this!
But it's normal to think about it.
The shadow of the prosperous era can be seen in the ideal city. People in that era might be more arbitrary than corporate citizens. Everyone is a strange key and lock.
It is probably difficult for a traditional family to accommodate two souls with so much information that it explodes. In addition to "what to eat" and "what to watch", people's daily quarrels may also include "what type of prosthesis to use" and "whether to travel to Mars".
It's too hard to make do.
In comparison, paper people are obviously easier to deal with, completely loyal to the buyer, and not only can the appearance be customized, but also the types are varied.
"... So what?"
Yin Bosi said with a chuckle.
"So why are you shy? I'm not kidding, can ordinary humans still withstand your power? To be honest, the conceptual X-17 is prepared for you, because I estimate that X-16 will break down soon... If you don't control it, sooner or later you will become a monster."
X-16 stood there motionless, without any reaction to this sentence.
"Let's talk about it then."
Looking at Yin Bosi who continued to talk endlessly, Chu Guang ended the topic with a frown on his face.
What the hell!
Inexplicable!
He didn't mind personal topics, after all, he was a normal person, but he didn't like to go off topic when doing business.
"... Compared with those insignificant things, I am more concerned about the legacy left by the post-war reconstruction committee," Chu Guang looked at Yin Bosi seriously, "those planes, bombs, and that "weapon."
Weapons seemed to be some kind of keyword.
Putting away his joking expression, Yin Bosi bowed slightly, as if he had returned to normal.
"Please follow me."
Leaving this sentence, he turned around and took Chu Guang to the elevator next to the apron...