Chapter 3487

The interior of the windmill is chaotic, but this is really not a mill. All kinds of machines are stacked in almost every corner, and there are many white bones dotted in it.

"Something happened in the stockade in the past. These people died here at work. Because the door of the tower was closed, the remains remained, and the bodies of those who died outside were gone."

The secret guest picked up a skeleton and pinched it gently. The weathered bones became fragments in her hands. These people have been dead for a long time, and even the air in the tower no longer has a peculiar smell.

Listening to her analysis, Su Ming checked many machines. Obviously, the wilderness people have no technology to manufacture these equipment. They should inherit the legacy of the previous era, but they may also inherit something that led to their demise.

"Liana, go and restore the power supply."

He assigned tasks to the students and thought that these devices should still be able to start. Although most machines can't see the effect, don't you know if you turn on the power and try?

He can recognize electric sewing machines and printing machines, as well as things like centrifuges and mixers, but these devices are strange enough to put together.

The secret guest nodded and went along the cable to find the power supply. She stepped over a white bone and disappeared into the dark.

About three minutes later, with a low beep, the whole windmill lit up. After the lights flashed a few times, the power supply tended to be stable.

"These machines are of good quality." Liana, who patted her hands on the dust, returned to the teacher. She obviously liked reliable machinery: "but just a windmill can drive so many devices, and their technology in controlling power consumption is also very high."

"If I guess correctly..."

The knell went aside, opened a dirty terminal, wiped the screen covered with a layer of smoke with his palm, looked at the flashing green cursor on it for power on self-test, and then popped up a shield like sign. He nodded:

"Sure enough, this is the product of the northern central positron group, an electronic technology giant from the previous era."

The secret guest who had learned about the world background of the dark tower from the teacher by hanging also checked other machines, and found the same sign on almost every equipment that was not seriously rusted.

Although time has rusted and stripped many of these signs, the mottled residual traces can also explain their origin.

"Northern central positron group, compared with your Wilson enterprise?"

"It's really a bit like it, but they're castles in the air." Su Ming rummaged through the data storage medium in the cabinet near the terminal and answered the students: "once they sold their products to different parallel worlds through a door, even different time and space, but it's a pity..."

The secret guest leaned against the table with her arms. She played with a small button in her hand and answered:

"It's a pity that they don't master the principle of the door, so when the pluralistic destruction and restart, and all Daogen are scrapped, they die?"

Seeing the students interested, the bell first smiled and nodded, then shook his head:

"Things are similar to what you said. After the portal to different worlds is lost, they are no longer an enterprise capable of diversified trade. But they have not died. The skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Today, the northern central positron group is still one of the huge chaebols in the middle world."

Compared with the western style inner world, the situation in the middle world is more complex, and often one city and one place form their own system. With the left over technology, the northern central positron group has made a comeback and built a cyberpunk style city in the end, a city ruled by various enterprises and chaebols.

Just because of the lack of production materials, the taste of this cyber city is not good, and it is also mixed with a large number of industrial punk style things.

For example, there are hundreds of kilometers high furnaces and chimneys in the city, refining oil and manufacturing various chemical products all the time. The heat and smoke from the chimneys shrouded the city in darkness almost forever.

Every urban area is built around a nearby stove or chimney. People built settlements on the outer wall of the chimney, and then gradually these settlements were connected in the air.

The city is surrounded by industry, and industry is the lifeblood there. However, the reason why Su Ming can still say that it is a cyberpunk city is because even if the industrial foundation is about to fall into the era of internal combustion engine, northern central positron group can still manufacture bionic people, robots, implants and operate digital networks.

Their bionic human technology is even more advanced than the death knell, because the bionic human of positron group can even "live, die and die", while Su Ming's own will only "break down".

In that city, the boundary between real people and dummies is infinitely blurred, and all kinds of dramas that are funny to outsiders but tragic to the parties are staged.

Just think that all the relatives and friends around you are actually puppets controlled by the company, you know how dark it is.

Su Ming gave some examples about how the company uses bionic people to deceive living people, such as fake wives, fake children, fake friends, fake cigarettes and fake wine. They are just simple examples in life, but the use of human nature has opened the eyes of secret customers.

"Dark, it's too dark."

After listening to the teacher's story, the secret guest's small face wrinkled into a ball. She really didn't expect that those bionic prostitutes or dancers she had seen in cantrasia would have such terrible control if they were used in some dark way.

Sure enough, is capital and big data the best at grasping people's hearts?

"Bionic human technology is terrible here. Once the bionic human is out of control and can realize self-assembly or replication, human beings will die soon. Even if they don't die by them, they will go crazy all day."

Su Ming was just telling a story. He found a hard disk and inserted it into the dusty terminal in front of him.

The bionic technology in his hand came from Kang's earliest gift, and later Howard improved it, but it is not perfect now. Just the setting of a hidden energy switch under the back of the head is enough to let people find that they are dummies.

But the death knell will not let the adjutant climb this technology line again. After all, bionic people are just machines, not people.

The human nature of excessive pursuit of perfection and transcendence will only show its true face in the end, that is, the tendency of self destruction.

When they can't create perfect themselves, they will try to create other things that look perfect to them, but how can imperfect humans create perfection?

You can surpass yourself, but pursuing perfection too much is doomed to be a tragedy.

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