Chapter 213: Population Crisis
Fan Ren deeply empathized with the Fox’s words.
The former Mars Utopia City, from zero to being built to a scale that could accommodate 1 million population, took only three years.
This was still after fully considering the time for human life routines.
If switched to robots, especially under unified management, this time would undoubtedly be even faster.
And afterward, if not for deliberately setting the science and technology in its database to be 50 years behind humanity, Primal would surely have assembled a terrifying robot army even faster, and even if Mars had energy, his speed of entering space would be faster.
Because pure electronic life has a different understanding of mineral demand compared to humanity.
Minerals, in their concept, are ‘life’, are productivity.
Moreover, he also understood why even artificial intelligence lifeforms, although lacking the ability to autonomously upgrade technology, could still make carbon-based civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy change color upon hearing of them.
This point was the same as what Fan Ren had considered before, namely because they have absolute superiority over networks and electronic equipment.
Any connection to the internet, even a regional local area network, as long as electromagnetic waves from external wireless connection equipment are generated in this process, electronic intelligent life can invade this local area network through this path, utterly unstoppable.
Conversely, carbon-based life, deprived of radio waves for communication between equipment, is like losing mobility, in the crisis-ridden universe, basically like a newborn infant, unable to survive even in a mere vacuum environment.
Fan Ren gazed at the Fox, seeing no trace of falsehood in these words, then slowly said: “A’dai is trustworthy, but you’re right, even so, we still need to consider the Galactic Alliance’s laws, and be cautious about the issue of large-scale use of robots.”
“Yes, I cannot understand Mr. A’dai’s existence, perhaps he truly is, as you say, a special form of ‘carbon-based life’. But you know, perhaps the Five Great Super Civilizations won’t consider this, they will absolutely without hesitation launch a resolute, thorough cleansing operation against your civilization, even this star system.”
The Fox said this, with a flash of reminiscence in its eyes.
“I’ve seen a glimpse of the Galactic Alliance’s development history, not complete, but one part I remember very clearly.”
It looked gravely at Fan Ren and slowly said: “It records that within one rotation cycle after the Galactic Alliance was established, the most severe crisis was created by electronic intelligent life.”
Hearing this, Fan Ren sighed, it seemed this path was impassable, the risk was simply too great.
Once exposed upon contact with the Galactic Alliance in the future, he had no doubt that the Five Great Super Civilizations, like supreme gods in the Milky Way Galaxy, would without hesitation launch a cleansing operation against human civilization.
The Peregrine Falcon hovered over the Pioneer Base for half a day, finally dragging a long tail flame as it rushed out of the sky, disappearing above Ganymede.
Great Xia, Imperial Palace in Kyoto.
Jin Qiaoying wore a black neutral women’s suit, her fair face adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, her fair skin giving her an otherworldly temperament.
Fan Ren sat opposite her, for some reason, watching her gaze continuously scan the document in her hand, silent for several minutes, making him somewhat restless.
Snap!
Don’t misunderstand.
Fan Ren lit a cigarette.
Jin Qiaoying looked up, her gaze toward him carrying some resentment. She then stood, walked to the tea table, picked up the ashtray and placed it in front of Fan Ren, as if nothing had happened, her attention once again immersed in the document in her hand.
Fan Ren took a drag, chuckling awkwardly to ease some of the embarrassment.
It seemed every time he gave documents to Jin Qiaoying, it was never a small matter.
It was like this in Xinghai, and now that she was the Chief of Great Xia’s Ministry of Economy and Trade, it was still the same.
After a long time, the cigarette butt went out, pressed into the ashtray.
Jin Qiaoying also put down the document, her fine brows slightly furrowed as she looked at Fan Ren, her red lips moving slightly, as if hesitant to speak.
“Great Xia… Great Xia internally will have resistance emotions to this approach, right?”
Her words were somewhat implicit.
Fan Ren nodded, that was certain.
He stood and walked to the windowsill, the courtyard of the Imperial Palace filled with blooming flowers and green willows.
In the distance, he could vaguely see people coming and going on the main street, his gaze as if piercing through spatial barriers, seeing families whose incomes had greatly increased due to vigorous development of technology, living comfortable lives.
Peaceful times.
But Fan Ren knew this was all a facade of surface peace.
He looked up, his gaze seeming to pierce to extraterrestrial star systems light years away.
There, extraterrestrial civilizations that humanity had never contacted, even knew nothing about, seemed to be encircling the Solar System.
Waiting for an opportunity to pounce like ferocious tigers, devouring the Solar System whole.
Farther away, in the Galactic Core tens of thousands of light years distant.
The Five Great Super Civilizations perched there like divine supremes.
The Fox spoke lightly, but Fan Ren clearly knew they firmly controlled the development of all carbon-based civilizations in the entire Milky Way Galaxy through detailed rules and laws.
Starfield Market!
This was a double-edged sword that weak civilizations could not refuse.
Like the Sirius Civilization, simply by putting all energy into the mining industry, and after acquiring some material processing technology, they could maintain rule over a domain of dozens of light years by purchasing extremely advanced space weapons and equipment.
Fan Ren shivered, the beauty of myriad lights seemed like a mirage in the face of all this, very unreal.
His gaze gradually firmed.
Fan Ren turned around, looking toward Jin Qiaoying.
“We must quickly gain control over the global population, this regulation must be implemented as soon as possible! We cannot use A’dai to employ robots for large-scale mining collection, nor for improvements in industry.
All of this must rely on population for development, time is tight.
Perhaps 100 years, or perhaps one year.
The Solar System has already been exposed within the surrounding ten light years, we are not safe now.”
Hearing this, Jin Qiaoying seemed stunned by Fan Ren’s momentum at this moment, staring blankly at him.
“Within 20 years, I want Great Xia’s population base to increase by 50% on the current basis.”
Fan Ren paused here, then continued: “Of course, all this development must still guarantee workers’ related rights, on issues of working hours and salary treatment, there must be no differential treatment because they are foreigners.
A’dai has experience in this, you can communicate with him.
Finally, be fast!
What’s wrong?”
Fan Ren said this last part with some confusion.
Jin Qiaoying seemed lost in thought, her gaze on him with unfocused eyes.
