Chapter 146: Primal
Mars, Utopia City.
From the outside, the entire Utopia City looks like an enormous iron shell placed flat on the plain.
The whole scale is so large that even standing on the periphery, one cannot see the end at a glance.
Standing inside, it is empty except for the support pillars used to hold up the ceiling; basically, no other structures exist.
At the northernmost part of the ‘city’, there are some different changes here.
Several huge construction sites are neatly and orderly planned and separated, with nearly 100,000 workers carrying out the construction work of houses in an orderly manner under the instructions coming from their earphones.
In the next year, more workers will join them one after another to complete the construction of most of the basic functional facilities in the entire Utopia City.
Moreover, all planning, task allocation, and instructions down to individual units are handled by the ‘Primal’ artificial intelligence operating in the machine room of the building in the northern part of the city.
In the huge machine room, besides a 20-person team responsible for security work, only A’dai has the permission to enter and exit.
At this moment, A’dai is excitedly looking at the huge display screen in the machine room, which shows item after item of development plans, task progress, personnel physical fitness checks, and all sorts of data lists that are hardly noticed by people in ordinary times, all arranged by Primal.
“Primal, you’re amazing. I originally thought you would exploit the workers to the critical point their bodies can bear to speed up the construction, but unexpectedly you”
“won’t. My underlying logic restricts me from making any choices that would harm the human body, and in the human development process knowledge I’ve learned, countless rebellions by the bottom people were mostly caused by the ‘exploitation’ you just mentioned. I will strive to avoid this situation in the future.”
A’dai was stunned; his previous words hadn’t finished before being interrupted.
Primal can already guess his next thoughts, unlike ordinary AI that waits for the target to finish speaking before analyzing and responding.
He subconsciously took out paper and pen to record this discovery.
“Master, are you listening? Why do I hear a ‘rustling’ sound? What are you doing?”
There are no cameras in the machine room, but there are recording devices.
These are all preventive measures to stop ‘Primal’ from analyzing A’dai’s psychological state through recorded expressions and postures to make responses.
At this moment, its sudden question startled A’dai into quickly stopping his hand movements.
“No, I’m”
A’dai was silent for a while, sighed, and slowly said: “From now on, do not analyze my behavior through the recording devices.”
“Okay, master.”
Primal’s response was neither happy nor sad, just like a cold and emotionless machine; who could tell that this is an electronic life with self-awareness.
The construction work on Mars is not hard or tiring; under Primal’s powerful computing power, it streamlines every link and issues real-time instructions to all workers through personal terminal systems.
Because of this, the originally expected per capita daily working time of 8-10 hours has been reduced to about 5 hours under its influence.
Workers who complete these workloads can rest in their rest areas to relieve fatigue.
Ma Wei finished his not-too-tiring work and went to the canteen in a grand group with a bunch of Little Japan workers with relaxed faces.
It has to be said that although it’s 200 million kilometers away on Mars, Spitz Company’s logistics support work is done extremely well.
The food is not the fast products he previously thought, but various ingredients shipped from Blue Star, processed by the chefs here into steaming delicious dishes.
This is much more comfortable than the relief meals Ma Wei ate in Rocky City when he had no money.
“Mr. Ma, sit here.”
After getting his meal, while he was looking for a seat, a shout came from not far away. Ma Wei looked up and saw Jing Chengichiro, the Little Japan construction worker assigned to the same group as him.
He didn’t hesitate, smiled and walked over, sat down beside him, and began to enjoy the delicious food.
“Mr. Ma, why did you come here? If I guessed right, you’re a Great Xia person, right?”
After eating and drinking his fill, Jing Cheng comfortably leaned back in his chair and asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time.
Most of the workers here are citizens of Little Japan and South Island Country who went bankrupt and owe huge debts; a Great Xia person doing ‘hard labor’ with them here seems not quite real.
You know, Great Xia’s overall strength now completely crushes the United States.
In the naval battle back then, after it was later exposed and the Young Dragon’s image was published online, it immediately sparked countless hot discussions.
And the subsequent emergency retreat of the United States elevated Great Xia’s status to surpass that of the United States.
Aerospace vehicle, speed up to 20 Mach; even seven years later on Blue Star, other forces still haven’t developed anti-aircraft missiles that can keep up with Young Dragon’s speed.
This result thoroughly established Great Xia’s position as the world’s number one.
However, at some point, Great Xia’s external strategy began to contract.
As if returning to the era of closing the door and living their own little life.
But this doesn’t prevent 99% of Little Japan people from their fanatical worship of Great Xia.
In their eyes, it’s always whoever has the biggest fist is the truth.
Of course, South Island Country is the same.
Ma Wei put down his chopsticks, comfortably patted his belly, smiled at him and said: “We Great Xia people have a saying: every family has its own hard-to-recited scriptures.”
He didn’t answer directly; although his tone carried a smile, it was more of a sigh.
Hearing this, Jing Cheng’s expression also became somewhat downcast.
Once upon a time, their construction workers’ salary levels even exceeded those commercial elites sitting in offices.
But with a financial disaster, almost everyone in Little Japan owes a huge debt.
Falling to this point can only be called the sorrow of a small country.
They have no power to resist.
However, he soon perked up again and said firmly: “No problem, you’ve seen it too—President Mark’s thinking is always at the forefront of humanity. I’m sure you’ve noticed that this Mars immigration isn’t just for show; with AI’s help, our construction progress here is advancing rapidly.”
“Yes, that’s right, and before the city construction is completed, we’ll get a hefty salary. I’ve decided: when the time comes, I’ll use that money to open a mining company.”
Ma Wei cut in; after seeing that huge diamond, his mind has been occupied by Mars’s ‘wealth’.
“Haha, then I congratulate you in advance. But I’m different from you; I plan to bring my wife and children here in the future. Five years from now, our family will become Mars native residents and be Mars people from then on.”
Jing Cheng’s eyes showed longing and beautiful expectations for the future.
Ma Wei felt the same.
This is a brand new place, and also his opportunity.
