Chapter 15 simi of the metropolis
When Simmy walked out of the office building, he looked around carefully for a while, and then, as usual, walked eastward for 500 meters along the elevated air cushion track; cast rainbow.In the past, at this time every day, he would raise his left hand high, pretending that he had touched a rainbow, and walking 500 meters singing the song "I Love Metropolis" all the way to the electronic communication device at the intersection, using a simple Said to the instrument in a pleasant voice: "Synthetic Simi report: apply to return to the dormitory. Everything is in order, I love Metropolis." Then go south for a thousand meters, there is a haul truck that starts on time, and will go along MRT No. 8 Avenue sent him back.
But today was different, he forgot to sing, forgot to raise his hand to pretend to touch the golden rainbow.There was something wrong with his whole system of thinking.He shouldn't remember some things, but once they happen, they can't go away.The worst thing is: he is afraid that these symbols stored in his memory bank will be scanned by the electronic detection systems everywhere, and that will be miserable.Simi stopped involuntarily. He looked up and saw a train of hovercars passing by the golden rainbow with a "swish", and the faces of a group of natural children in the window disappeared in an instant.It was the school bus of the kindergarten school of the Eastern District Education Association. The children were on their way back to the residential city of the Western District. I heard that a natural person is a family unit. A family includes two classes. The parent class is the instructor of the child class. Every twenty years To replace once.When the child class becomes the parent class, the original instructors will have to give up the family, and they will have to move to the satellite to "engage in the learning and leadership of the new class."
Simi can't understand the hundreds of thousands of items such as the overly complicated social "structure", "occupational affiliation", "population division" or "information structure" of natural persons. They have been a group of synthetic humans for ten years and have only seen it with their own eyes. A natural person named "Inspector". The "inspectors" took good care of their comrades who were assigned to work in this tax office.At the routine photography ceremony every morning, he said: "Well, well, everything is well-behaved, and the metropolis will love you." After saying this polite greeting, the "inspector" would often add: "You comrades The ingredients are the best. Remember, batches are better than batches. Only in this way can the metropolis have a bright future. This is the progress of "whole people". Natural people are proud of your contributions; We are proud of our achievements. Now we take pictures and leave behind the glory of today’s existence!" Usually, they will turn east immediately after saying the word "glory" as they practiced in the training factory in the past, to welcome Looking at the rising sun, he raised his left hand clenched high, showing his white teeth; then, the huge camera in front of the central square of the office building "clicked", leaving a precious memory of "today" - of course, everyone before getting off work that afternoon Synthesizers will receive this photo, and they have to input the experience of studying and working today into a small personal computer, and record and print it on the back of the photo.
Simi touched the plastic bag containing the photos in his pocket. He was worried that his writing would be disturbed when he returned to the dormitory today.Should he, like in the past, write this matter in his mind frankly?If he did this, would the comrades in the assessment department mark him as a weakness?It’s not even just weaknesses, usually this kind of “knowing things you shouldn’t know” can be big or small, if you remember three weaknesses or one shortcoming, this month’s “glorious record” will be over; if it’s more serious: “private Hiding secrets" and "subpoenaing secrets" can both be charged with more than two shortcomings to two blemishes, and the "glorious record" of the past year will be washed away.Worse: now Simi is conscious of a sense of dread for the future.This is already more than two stains to two bad points. The "Inspector" said: "Synthetics will always have a valuable future, because you already have a glorious past and present. Don't probe the future, doubt the future, or fear the future. The future of the metropolis depends on everyone's dedicated efforts now. Existence. All the rules, the metropolis will love you." Simi nodded his head hard when he heard this, and remembered it firmly. The first thing after returning to the dormitory was to write these words on the back of the photo that day, because One word is right, he also got a good point reward.
But if he didn't record this incident in his experience writing, it might constitute the crime of "concealing the facts" or "deceiving comrades", and then at least two stains would be recorded.Simi shook his head, and when he raised his head again, the sun had already faded behind him, and the air-cushion rails turned thick black, like a crack in the sky.
He hurriedly took steps, ran towards the electronic communication device, and shouted: "Synthetic Simi reports: application to return to the dormitory. Everything is in order, I love Metropolis!"
Regarding the fact that he missed the haul truck and went back to the dormitory late, Simi felt that it was not important anymore. He first recorded this passage on the computer and expressed his sincere regret. "This should be the last paragraph, so how should I write the first paragraph?" Simi said to himself before he forgot to turn off the computer's message input button.He let out a long sigh, and leaned back forcefully, the back of the seat was flattened into a proper position, he liked to lie down like this.Many synthetic human comrades are envious of Simi's chair. He spent half a dollar to get this chair that can be used as a bed, bathtub, toilet and cradle; especially the cradle part, which can be said to be a very luxury the design of.Every time I mentioned this chair, "I heard that natural people slept on this kind of thing when they were young." Then everyone shook their heads and laughed.Simmy sometimes imagines himself as a little natural baby, squatting in the cradle, closing his eyes, and letting the swaying rhythm that matches the rhythm of the music take him to a place he has never been to.He imagined that place as a honeycomb-shaped dormitory of a training factory, and a large group of young natural people like children in the air-cushioned car windows poked their heads out of each honeycomb, and sang "I Love Metropolis" with Simmy—
I love the Metropolis, I love the Metropolis! I love New Life, I love all human beings! Everything is about discipline, and everything is following the rules. Everything is perfect, everything is in order. A natural person, a synthetic person, and a family are all human beings. Be willing to concentrate, be sincere, and have only one heart. Don't ask about the past, don't be afraid of the future. The era of grasping the whole person, the glory is now!
When singing this, Simi usually feels excited and wants to poop.So he would change a button, turn the cradle into a toilet, and open his eyes at the same time, hoping to see the posture of a natural child squatting in the cradle from the mirror of the computer screen. But today Simi was obviously not in the mood to play with the cradle, he just lay flat on this bed quietly, trying to make himself feel safe and calm.The dormitory is the only place where there is no public electronic detection system. As long as he closes the computer, he can feel confident and bold to reflect on his mistakes, mistakes and evils. The "Inspector" once warned them: "The new life is much more advanced than before. You now have more privacy-ah, sorry, that's a dirty word; I mean, more freedom. In the dormitory Hasn’t the detection and inspection system been completely dismantled? Remember, this is the glory of the modernization of the metropolis! Comrades, all synths, ask for self-reflection and self-reflection. For the harmony and order of all mankind in the metropolis, comrades should cherish this freedom even more , voluntarily and spontaneously dedicate your heart to this era, don’t hide it, let alone be afraid. Follow the rules and the metropolis will love you.” Yes yes, Simmy thought, yes indeed.He stared at the hexagonal ceiling at the top of the entire room, which was much more spacious than the dormitories in the training factory, and he could also play telegram sex games with TV stars at any time, and he could save the high-protein bars for dinner and breakfast at will. The maya herb vegetable balls are crushed and combined, and taken with a little alcohol, it will produce a dizzy and numb pleasure, and the most important thing is: he can think about the violations that happened that day.Most of the time, after thinking about it, he would still confess to the computer, as long as the matter does not constitute a too serious weakness or shortcoming, it is also a comfortable thing to record everything on the back of the photo.For example, two years ago, there was a small problem with his TV. When watching a midnight theater, he received a program from a natural person, and a nude woman with a blurry image appeared on the wall screen!Simi, who jumped up from the toilet, immediately became nervous, and he secretly turned off the computer communication button, so as to prevent the whole process from being entered into the mainframe of the security data file center.Then he sat back in the toilet, turning it into a bed, and flicked the button for the sex game on the phone.It was a wonderful experience, ha, come to think of it, playing tricks with a natural woman, although the natural woman received through the brain wave stimulation device was just a blurry gray shadow, he couldn't sleep because of it.As a result, he made a mistake on a tax form the next day—he put the tax deduction of a synthetic single man into the entertainment expenditure record of a natural person’s wife; afterwards, he wrote down the whole cause and effect of the mistake in his mind, and he didn’t even remember it. Half of the weakness, the assessment department's note is: "The logic of self-reflection is rigorous, and it is an instructive contribution to discovering the sexual crisis in the subconscious mind of comrades in synths. Metropolis loves you!" Over the next two years, although Simi deliberately did not renovate his video project, he never saw the gray natural woman again.Occasionally, the TV would still jump to the wrong channel, and what I received in front of me were some short educational videos of the metropolis.Simi didn't bother to look at it, anyway, he would never be one of those natural people who climbed up and down on the golden rainbow.A synthetic human's education is continuously obtained through work, and his educational goal is to "pursue glory".If he can get enough "honorable records" within a certain period of time, maybe he can be allowed to choose a beautiful, gentle and youthful TV star as a partner, then he can immediately apply for a larger dormitory, and propose good points with his partner , change to a bigger chair with more patterns, and then he should ask his well-informed partner who works in television, is the natural baby squatting in the cradle in the same position as our synthetic human stool? ——Ah, how long will this very intellectual question trouble him? Simi returned to reality from the exciting dream, and the question still hung between his eyes and the hexagonal roof: Should he confess what happened today?
It was a pink tax form for March, with "Yanzi No. 7321" printed on the signature column, and it belonged to a comrade from the research department of the North Industrial Headquarters.Simi often likes to imagine the appearance and life of that comrade from the color and font size of the tax bill. This is a great joy in his simple and rigid work.If by coincidence, the memory bank of the other party also emits certain messages at the same time, for example, when the person is processing the tax form in Simi, he suddenly remembers the situation of filling out the tax form——then Simi will be like accidentally looking up and finding an air-cushioned car window The stranger in the room is as surprised as he is when he greets; he can read the sight of the tax-filling comrade's room or his expression. Originally, this kind of rare situation was absolutely not allowed in the old life, but the era of the metropolis has progressed. In the new "whole person" society, the academic circles have repeatedly promoted the concept of "synthetic interpersonal communication" through the public media. Possibilities and Limits," say these cosmopolitan life theorists: Generation after generation of nascent synths have a greater ability to communicate and a desire to communicate with one another through ordinary material things—like a tax bill, a video, or any two The above-mentioned things that synthetic humans can pass—to achieve simple communication does not constitute the so-called "crime of privacy"; Virtue elements such as purity and honesty, 'privacy' is already a historical cliché. Opening up the brainwave communication channel of this 'spiritual journey' will not make people degenerate into the most indecent crime of 'voyeurism'. Relatively However, it can promote the harmony among synths and enhance the individual's "consciousness of independence" in free behavior." Simi agreed with this, so he never felt that he was spying on the information sent from the tax bill. Similarly, he will not care about any material that he handles falling into the hands of another comrade, and all his thoughts and actions maintain a high degree of "consciousness of caution and independence." However, the message on this pink "Yanzi No. 7321" tax form is an unprecedented exception.Simi was taken aback when he typed "Fourteen Advantages" on the computer keys. Fourteen advantages means forty-two good points, one hundred and thirty-six good points, and four hundred and eight strong points. Dot the record?He was stunned for a few seconds. In the past ten years, Simi has not had such a high income, not even the total sum!He hurriedly looked back at the "Fourteen Advantages" items, and only the words "Special Business Incentives" were listed on the tax bill. "Personal!" He cursed, closed his eyes and began to meditate. He must find out what kind of synthetic human this "Yanzi No. 7321" is, and is it from the same batch as him?what does he look likewhere does he live? ... The meditative Simi didn't think it was done out of jealousy - the felony of at least one stain; he was just curious.However, this pink tax form seems to be unwilling to cooperate. In other words, the synthetic human comrade is unwilling to cooperate. The other party has never recalled the situation when he filled out the tax form.Simi just sat at his post, stopped working, and even forgot to take his favorite processed ribonate lozenges with natural green plant fiber tablets for lunch. In this way, Simi and the stranger have been deadlocked for six hours.An image suddenly appeared in his extremely weak brain wave, it was "Yan Zi No. 7321"! He is a good-looking new generation, perhaps from the same factory as Simi. Judging from the way he looks carefully at the front, back, left, and right sides of the laser mirror, he must be full of confidence in his body structure and appearance. He glanced down at the pink tax slip held between his slender fingers, then at himself in the laser mirror—while popping a pimple on the back of his neck.Then, a synthetic woman appeared in the mirror, and she said, "Cesar! You look so happy." Needless to say, this must be his partner.Caesar turned to look at his partner, what a beauty!After seeing it clearly, Simi remembered that she had served as the leading actress for two consecutive months in Midnight Theater a few years ago. I heard that this was the most remarkable record in the history of TV in recent decades.At this time, Caesar spoke: "The computer told me when I was filling out the tax form just now, I got fourteen advantages in the last month—" "What?" The woman screamed and rushed over to hug Xi Sa, Xi Sa looked at her beautiful water-blue long hair, stretched out his slender fingers to tease the ends of the hair, like bouncing strands of natural lake water. "Then we can change to another dormitory, a house with a separate transportation station and transportation network, my God! That's great. I love the Metropolis! Also, Cesar—" She pushed her partner away, Looking at him with a pair of straight eyes, two amber pupils appeared under the slightly upturned eyelids: "We, can we apply for a synthetic child to raise—" "You're joking." When Caesar said this, his mind was a little messy, as if a gray movie flashed by, and Simi felt that it was not important, so he quickly continued to listen to his partner. "I'm serious. Caesar! Haven't we always imagined a baby to play with like a natural person? I heard that you can rent one from the training factory for a year for three good points. What fun , one year!" "It's impossible, it's 'unruly' to do that, you know? Synths can't—" "Everyone knows that we can't, we can't have our own children like natural people, but it's just for fun." "Xi Lu, listen to me, we even ourselves—" Xi Sa shook her shoulders, "Do you know?" Speaking of which, he took Xi Lu to the other side of the room and put the computer on The communication button was turned off, and continued: "Do you know how I got these fourteen advantages?" Xilu shook her lake-like hair, with tears in her eyes. Xi Sa helped her sit on a flying carpet that was obviously an expensive item: "You watch a video I recorded first." The gray image refreshed Simi.The film recorded by Xi Sa turned out to be a natural person's program, an educational short film.Maybe it’s because Xisa’s big dormitory is relatively high-level—the location of high-level dormitories is usually higher, and it’s much closer to the residential city of a natural person; maybe it’s because his TV broadcasting system is more sophisticated—although all the performances are out of normal The three-dimensional effect and bright colors, but the scanning particles are still very clear, and the contrast between black and white is clear. On the screen is a couple of natural people. They cuddle up to each other and smile at the audience. They raise their left hands and clenched their fists. The man said: "Everything obeys the rules, I love the Metropolis." The woman said: "Everything obeys the rules, and the Metropolis loves you." They said together: "Dear parents and comrades, do you find it hard to be a family instructor? Our child can be said to be the most naughty one in the whole metropolis. Whenever he refuses to receive guidance education—" The couple looked at each other Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, the man went on to say, "I will feel ashamed of the new era of life." The woman said, "Me too." The man nodded, and turned to face the audience at the same time as the woman. Unfolded, revealing four rows of bright white teeth, they happily said together: "We have found this method—" The two stretched out their outer arms together, and pointed at the audience, "Look!" A huge screen flashed on the screen.Simi could imagine that the process of throwing the net had a three-dimensional effect, which could make people fall back thirty degrees in a panic.The camera quickly moved to the central part of the network along with the network, where stood a naked little boy, about ten years old, and Simi himself in the training factory at the end of memory, and other synths in the honeycomb-shaped dormitory About the size of a child.A head of soft silver hair hung down his shoulders, and his dark eyes revealed a look of extreme anger or fear. He stared straight at the camera, and he shouted: "What are you looking at? You private people !" "No swearing, kid!" narrates the previous mother-instructor. "Personal! Private! Private!" The child made a grimace at the camera and started to pee - Simi suddenly felt that the picture without three-dimensional effect is also good, otherwise he would really feel dirty by this kid ;The child said while urinating: "Whoever sends me to school is private." "You have only been in a childish school for a few years, which is not enough to be a natural person in the new era of life. You have to study further, you know? (she starts humming) Everything is about discipline, everything is disciplined, everything is perfect, Everything is in order—children! The Metropolis loves you." "That is your rule, your order, your metropolis!" "Shut up!" was the voice of the father instructor. The little boy on the screen stopped talking and returned to his original expression of anger and fear. "If you don't want to be a natural person, don't want to be the master of the future of the Metropolis—" "No, no! I just want to be a child, I am me, not an adult." The child slumped on the net, curled up, tightly squeezed his two short legs towards his chest, and stuffed a thumb into his mouth , began to cry: "No! I only want me, I am - private." "There is no selfishness in the metropolis, child." The mother's instructor's gentle voice said, "Natural persons, synthetic persons, as long as they are 'whole persons', there is no selfishness." At this time, the father instructor slowly joined the narration, saying: "If you refuse to be a real natural person, you can only become a synthetic person! This is your own choice, child." The child seems to have suddenly fallen into a situation of extreme panic. He yelled, his voice was sharp and shrill, and the sound was long and long, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and the camera moved closer and closer.The child's silver-white hair stood up one by one, as if being sucked by the endless darkness behind him, and then pulled out from the top of the head one by one, and the speed of pulling out the hair gradually accelerated. How long, the child has been completely bald.His crying movement continued, but the sound disappeared.In its place was the recital of "I Love the Metropolis".The child then lost his eyebrows, and the eyebrows also flew one by one into the black hole of countless meshes.then-- Xi Lu yelled and covered her face, Xi Sa turned to look at her, stretched out her slender fingers to stroke her blue hair, when Xi Sa turned to the wall screen again, the child had lost his angry eyes, Only two round holes were left.The music didn't stop, and every time the child lost an organ, an electronic instrument was added to the harmony.The short song is repeated dozens of times, and finally, the child's tiny genitals burst out of the frame.The wave of sight from Xisa began to blur, as if sprayed with some kind of mist, and Xilu was already sobbing.At this time, Xi Sa opened his eyes, and the big net on the screen turned into thousands of divided pictures, some were strands of hair, some were individual eyeballs, some were small hands and feet... the picture In a flash, the smiling faces of the original couple appeared again.The man said: "Although we lost the child in this family." The woman said: "This is the inevitable result of the failure of our guidance and education." The man said: "However, the child has been reborn. Under a high degree of selection, analysis, reorganization, and adjustment," the woman said, "a brand new synthetic human has joined Metropolis, joining the ranks of all human beings. Everything follows the rules, and I love Metropolis." After speaking, she turned to look at her mate, the man then said to her: "If you follow the rules, the metropolis will love you."
Xi Lu trembled, unable to speak for a long time.Xi Sa looked at his hands over and over again, and then said: "We synthetic humans have never known our own life experience, because we have no 'self' at all. Xi Lu, do you know now? You often say that my hands and body are The rest doesn't fit, me, it's not my hands! My eyes, nose, teeth... are not 'me' either! And your hair, hehehe," Sisar picked up his partner , sniffing her hair, "It's not 'your' either!" "How miserable! How miserable!" Xi Lu's voice became hoarse, and she pinched her two round arms fiercely, as if they were not part of her body. "Is it you and me who are miserable now? Or are the children of natural people miserable?" Caesar stood up straight, and at the same time grabbed the tax form on the rug, "That's why I started this new research." "I—" Xi Sa walked around the room, and finally stopped in front of the laser mirror, pointing to the three-dimensional self in the mirror and said: "This person wants to stop all this! Xi Lu, do you know how to do it?" Xi Lu blinked with tears in her eyes and shook her head. "Only by making the synthetic humans that leave the factory this year the last generation of synthetic humans, the tragedy you saw just now, the tragedy of our birth, will not continue to happen. I injected the brains of this new generation of synthetic humans Two medicines, one can suppress their aging, they will be forever twenty years old, always maintain a high degree of physical strength and intelligence, more perfect than our generation's immunity, and 'immortal' like the metropolis itself! The "inspector" even said: "Sisa! With this potion alone, you are already an immortal synthetic human, and you can be said to be a natural person." I saved all the manpower and capital of the training factories for the metropolis, maybe The savings will be transferred to the development of new satellites in the future. It’s the second drug, alas! I don’t know if I’m doing it right..." Caesar looked at Xi Lu, and Xi Lu also looked at him, and Xi Sa turned to the laser mirror again. The expression of the person in the mirror was extremely complicated, with complacency, frustration, pity, and indignation: "At least I hope I am a synthetic human injected with this drug." "what?" "This potion will make the new generation of synthetics not know what 'I' is! Perhaps it should be said: they only know that everything in the metropolis is 'I'." Sisar pointed at the laser mirror, "Laser mirror It's 'me'!" Pointing to the computer again, "The computer is 'me', the dormitory is 'me'! And everything outside—" Xisa ran around the room, pointing at the sky and yelling He writes: "The road is the 'I', the research building is the 'I', the satellite is the 'I', the metropolis is the 'I', and there are tens of thousands of synthetic people, natural people, and whole people, all are 'I'! " Xisa was obviously a little tired. He lay down on the flying carpet, panting and said: "The synthetic man has no self since he was born, why does he still know what a private thing 'I' is!" "Cesar!" Xilu stretched out a hand, stroking Caesar's neck, and scratched the acne scar that had just been squeezed out with a piece of nail, "Cisar!" "The 'Inspector' said that this second potion is even more remarkable, and all the detection systems in the Synthetic Zone can be removed." Then, Xisa imitated the accent of a natural person and said: "Sisa! You have created another compound for the Synthetic Zone." It’s a new era of life, maybe I should transfer you to the natural person area to engage in a new stage of study! Now we only need to do one thing, change the lyrics of the song "I Love Metropolis" and that's it." Caesar began to sing over and over again: "I'm 'Metropolis', I'm 'New Life, I'm' All Mankind...Don't ask about the past, don't be afraid of the future, grasp the age of the whole man, the glory is now... ..." Simi received the last brain message wave from Cesar when he sang "I am Metropolis" for the ninth time, and Cesar yelled: "What am I—ah—?" Simmy looked at the pink tax bill, trying to catch the shadow of Caesar again, but it was nowhere to be found.He could only guess: Sisar might be somewhere right now when some unexpected person or event interrupted his perfectly organized recollection.But why did Caesar recall this scene, so that he had the opportunity to receive the truth of the whole thing?Was he making some sort of detective or confession?Simi almost didn't dare to think about it. He glanced at the setting sun that was about to disappear outside the house, stretched his legs that had been stiff for six hours, and went to the bottom of the scanner at the door of the office room to get the photos of this morning, and asked himself: "Why How do you know this?" He felt himself becoming cautious.
After recalling the whole process more clearly, Simi's lying body trembled unknowingly. Apart from Xisa and Xilu, he may be the only synthetic person in the entire area who knows the origin of "himself" , he was scared, he didn't want to make himself so special, so he had to keep saying: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I, I, Simi don't believe it, Simi doesn't believe it..." Saying this, he wanted to It can make myself purer, more honest, and more courageous to face today's experience writing. Then, Simmy's legs slowly shrank towards his chest, until he felt that he was no longer trembling, he pressed the cradle button, and the music of "I Love Metropolis" sounded, and he didn't know how to sing "" I love" or "I am", I simply put my fingers in my mouth and hum.
Regarding the fact that he missed the haul truck and went back to the dormitory late, Simi felt that it was not important anymore. He first recorded this passage on the computer and expressed his sincere regret. "This should be the last paragraph, so how should I write the first paragraph?" Simi said to himself before he forgot to turn off the computer's message input button.He let out a long sigh, and leaned back forcefully, the back of the seat was flattened into a proper position, he liked to lie down like this.Many synthetic human comrades are envious of Simi's chair. He spent half a dollar to get this chair that can be used as a bed, bathtub, toilet and cradle; especially the cradle part, which can be said to be a very luxury the design of.Every time I mentioned this chair, "I heard that natural people slept on this kind of thing when they were young." Then everyone shook their heads and laughed.Simmy sometimes imagines himself as a little natural baby, squatting in the cradle, closing his eyes, and letting the swaying rhythm that matches the rhythm of the music take him to a place he has never been to.He imagined that place as a honeycomb-shaped dormitory of a training factory, and a large group of young natural people like children in the air-cushioned car windows poked their heads out of each honeycomb, and sang "I Love Metropolis" with Simmy—
I love the Metropolis, I love the Metropolis! I love New Life, I love all human beings! Everything is about discipline, and everything is following the rules. Everything is perfect, everything is in order. A natural person, a synthetic person, and a family are all human beings. Be willing to concentrate, be sincere, and have only one heart. Don't ask about the past, don't be afraid of the future. The era of grasping the whole person, the glory is now!
When singing this, Simi usually feels excited and wants to poop.So he would change a button, turn the cradle into a toilet, and open his eyes at the same time, hoping to see the posture of a natural child squatting in the cradle from the mirror of the computer screen. But today Simi was obviously not in the mood to play with the cradle, he just lay flat on this bed quietly, trying to make himself feel safe and calm.The dormitory is the only place where there is no public electronic detection system. As long as he closes the computer, he can feel confident and bold to reflect on his mistakes, mistakes and evils. The "Inspector" once warned them: "The new life is much more advanced than before. You now have more privacy-ah, sorry, that's a dirty word; I mean, more freedom. In the dormitory Hasn’t the detection and inspection system been completely dismantled? Remember, this is the glory of the modernization of the metropolis! Comrades, all synths, ask for self-reflection and self-reflection. For the harmony and order of all mankind in the metropolis, comrades should cherish this freedom even more , voluntarily and spontaneously dedicate your heart to this era, don’t hide it, let alone be afraid. Follow the rules and the metropolis will love you.” Yes yes, Simmy thought, yes indeed.He stared at the hexagonal ceiling at the top of the entire room, which was much more spacious than the dormitories in the training factory, and he could also play telegram sex games with TV stars at any time, and he could save the high-protein bars for dinner and breakfast at will. The maya herb vegetable balls are crushed and combined, and taken with a little alcohol, it will produce a dizzy and numb pleasure, and the most important thing is: he can think about the violations that happened that day.Most of the time, after thinking about it, he would still confess to the computer, as long as the matter does not constitute a too serious weakness or shortcoming, it is also a comfortable thing to record everything on the back of the photo.For example, two years ago, there was a small problem with his TV. When watching a midnight theater, he received a program from a natural person, and a nude woman with a blurry image appeared on the wall screen!Simi, who jumped up from the toilet, immediately became nervous, and he secretly turned off the computer communication button, so as to prevent the whole process from being entered into the mainframe of the security data file center.Then he sat back in the toilet, turning it into a bed, and flicked the button for the sex game on the phone.It was a wonderful experience, ha, come to think of it, playing tricks with a natural woman, although the natural woman received through the brain wave stimulation device was just a blurry gray shadow, he couldn't sleep because of it.As a result, he made a mistake on a tax form the next day—he put the tax deduction of a synthetic single man into the entertainment expenditure record of a natural person’s wife; afterwards, he wrote down the whole cause and effect of the mistake in his mind, and he didn’t even remember it. Half of the weakness, the assessment department's note is: "The logic of self-reflection is rigorous, and it is an instructive contribution to discovering the sexual crisis in the subconscious mind of comrades in synths. Metropolis loves you!" Over the next two years, although Simi deliberately did not renovate his video project, he never saw the gray natural woman again.Occasionally, the TV would still jump to the wrong channel, and what I received in front of me were some short educational videos of the metropolis.Simi didn't bother to look at it, anyway, he would never be one of those natural people who climbed up and down on the golden rainbow.A synthetic human's education is continuously obtained through work, and his educational goal is to "pursue glory".If he can get enough "honorable records" within a certain period of time, maybe he can be allowed to choose a beautiful, gentle and youthful TV star as a partner, then he can immediately apply for a larger dormitory, and propose good points with his partner , change to a bigger chair with more patterns, and then he should ask his well-informed partner who works in television, is the natural baby squatting in the cradle in the same position as our synthetic human stool? ——Ah, how long will this very intellectual question trouble him? Simi returned to reality from the exciting dream, and the question still hung between his eyes and the hexagonal roof: Should he confess what happened today?
It was a pink tax form for March, with "Yanzi No. 7321" printed on the signature column, and it belonged to a comrade from the research department of the North Industrial Headquarters.Simi often likes to imagine the appearance and life of that comrade from the color and font size of the tax bill. This is a great joy in his simple and rigid work.If by coincidence, the memory bank of the other party also emits certain messages at the same time, for example, when the person is processing the tax form in Simi, he suddenly remembers the situation of filling out the tax form——then Simi will be like accidentally looking up and finding an air-cushioned car window The stranger in the room is as surprised as he is when he greets; he can read the sight of the tax-filling comrade's room or his expression. Originally, this kind of rare situation was absolutely not allowed in the old life, but the era of the metropolis has progressed. In the new "whole person" society, the academic circles have repeatedly promoted the concept of "synthetic interpersonal communication" through the public media. Possibilities and Limits," say these cosmopolitan life theorists: Generation after generation of nascent synths have a greater ability to communicate and a desire to communicate with one another through ordinary material things—like a tax bill, a video, or any two The above-mentioned things that synthetic humans can pass—to achieve simple communication does not constitute the so-called "crime of privacy"; Virtue elements such as purity and honesty, 'privacy' is already a historical cliché. Opening up the brainwave communication channel of this 'spiritual journey' will not make people degenerate into the most indecent crime of 'voyeurism'. Relatively However, it can promote the harmony among synths and enhance the individual's "consciousness of independence" in free behavior." Simi agreed with this, so he never felt that he was spying on the information sent from the tax bill. Similarly, he will not care about any material that he handles falling into the hands of another comrade, and all his thoughts and actions maintain a high degree of "consciousness of caution and independence." However, the message on this pink "Yanzi No. 7321" tax form is an unprecedented exception.Simi was taken aback when he typed "Fourteen Advantages" on the computer keys. Fourteen advantages means forty-two good points, one hundred and thirty-six good points, and four hundred and eight strong points. Dot the record?He was stunned for a few seconds. In the past ten years, Simi has not had such a high income, not even the total sum!He hurriedly looked back at the "Fourteen Advantages" items, and only the words "Special Business Incentives" were listed on the tax bill. "Personal!" He cursed, closed his eyes and began to meditate. He must find out what kind of synthetic human this "Yanzi No. 7321" is, and is it from the same batch as him?what does he look likewhere does he live? ... The meditative Simi didn't think it was done out of jealousy - the felony of at least one stain; he was just curious.However, this pink tax form seems to be unwilling to cooperate. In other words, the synthetic human comrade is unwilling to cooperate. The other party has never recalled the situation when he filled out the tax form.Simi just sat at his post, stopped working, and even forgot to take his favorite processed ribonate lozenges with natural green plant fiber tablets for lunch. In this way, Simi and the stranger have been deadlocked for six hours.An image suddenly appeared in his extremely weak brain wave, it was "Yan Zi No. 7321"! He is a good-looking new generation, perhaps from the same factory as Simi. Judging from the way he looks carefully at the front, back, left, and right sides of the laser mirror, he must be full of confidence in his body structure and appearance. He glanced down at the pink tax slip held between his slender fingers, then at himself in the laser mirror—while popping a pimple on the back of his neck.Then, a synthetic woman appeared in the mirror, and she said, "Cesar! You look so happy." Needless to say, this must be his partner.Caesar turned to look at his partner, what a beauty!After seeing it clearly, Simi remembered that she had served as the leading actress for two consecutive months in Midnight Theater a few years ago. I heard that this was the most remarkable record in the history of TV in recent decades.At this time, Caesar spoke: "The computer told me when I was filling out the tax form just now, I got fourteen advantages in the last month—" "What?" The woman screamed and rushed over to hug Xi Sa, Xi Sa looked at her beautiful water-blue long hair, stretched out his slender fingers to tease the ends of the hair, like bouncing strands of natural lake water. "Then we can change to another dormitory, a house with a separate transportation station and transportation network, my God! That's great. I love the Metropolis! Also, Cesar—" She pushed her partner away, Looking at him with a pair of straight eyes, two amber pupils appeared under the slightly upturned eyelids: "We, can we apply for a synthetic child to raise—" "You're joking." When Caesar said this, his mind was a little messy, as if a gray movie flashed by, and Simi felt that it was not important, so he quickly continued to listen to his partner. "I'm serious. Caesar! Haven't we always imagined a baby to play with like a natural person? I heard that you can rent one from the training factory for a year for three good points. What fun , one year!" "It's impossible, it's 'unruly' to do that, you know? Synths can't—" "Everyone knows that we can't, we can't have our own children like natural people, but it's just for fun." "Xi Lu, listen to me, we even ourselves—" Xi Sa shook her shoulders, "Do you know?" Speaking of which, he took Xi Lu to the other side of the room and put the computer on The communication button was turned off, and continued: "Do you know how I got these fourteen advantages?" Xilu shook her lake-like hair, with tears in her eyes. Xi Sa helped her sit on a flying carpet that was obviously an expensive item: "You watch a video I recorded first." The gray image refreshed Simi.The film recorded by Xi Sa turned out to be a natural person's program, an educational short film.Maybe it’s because Xisa’s big dormitory is relatively high-level—the location of high-level dormitories is usually higher, and it’s much closer to the residential city of a natural person; maybe it’s because his TV broadcasting system is more sophisticated—although all the performances are out of normal The three-dimensional effect and bright colors, but the scanning particles are still very clear, and the contrast between black and white is clear. On the screen is a couple of natural people. They cuddle up to each other and smile at the audience. They raise their left hands and clenched their fists. The man said: "Everything obeys the rules, I love the Metropolis." The woman said: "Everything obeys the rules, and the Metropolis loves you." They said together: "Dear parents and comrades, do you find it hard to be a family instructor? Our child can be said to be the most naughty one in the whole metropolis. Whenever he refuses to receive guidance education—" The couple looked at each other Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, the man went on to say, "I will feel ashamed of the new era of life." The woman said, "Me too." The man nodded, and turned to face the audience at the same time as the woman. Unfolded, revealing four rows of bright white teeth, they happily said together: "We have found this method—" The two stretched out their outer arms together, and pointed at the audience, "Look!" A huge screen flashed on the screen.Simi could imagine that the process of throwing the net had a three-dimensional effect, which could make people fall back thirty degrees in a panic.The camera quickly moved to the central part of the network along with the network, where stood a naked little boy, about ten years old, and Simi himself in the training factory at the end of memory, and other synths in the honeycomb-shaped dormitory About the size of a child.A head of soft silver hair hung down his shoulders, and his dark eyes revealed a look of extreme anger or fear. He stared straight at the camera, and he shouted: "What are you looking at? You private people !" "No swearing, kid!" narrates the previous mother-instructor. "Personal! Private! Private!" The child made a grimace at the camera and started to pee - Simi suddenly felt that the picture without three-dimensional effect is also good, otherwise he would really feel dirty by this kid ;The child said while urinating: "Whoever sends me to school is private." "You have only been in a childish school for a few years, which is not enough to be a natural person in the new era of life. You have to study further, you know? (she starts humming) Everything is about discipline, everything is disciplined, everything is perfect, Everything is in order—children! The Metropolis loves you." "That is your rule, your order, your metropolis!" "Shut up!" was the voice of the father instructor. The little boy on the screen stopped talking and returned to his original expression of anger and fear. "If you don't want to be a natural person, don't want to be the master of the future of the Metropolis—" "No, no! I just want to be a child, I am me, not an adult." The child slumped on the net, curled up, tightly squeezed his two short legs towards his chest, and stuffed a thumb into his mouth , began to cry: "No! I only want me, I am - private." "There is no selfishness in the metropolis, child." The mother's instructor's gentle voice said, "Natural persons, synthetic persons, as long as they are 'whole persons', there is no selfishness." At this time, the father instructor slowly joined the narration, saying: "If you refuse to be a real natural person, you can only become a synthetic person! This is your own choice, child." The child seems to have suddenly fallen into a situation of extreme panic. He yelled, his voice was sharp and shrill, and the sound was long and long, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and the camera moved closer and closer.The child's silver-white hair stood up one by one, as if being sucked by the endless darkness behind him, and then pulled out from the top of the head one by one, and the speed of pulling out the hair gradually accelerated. How long, the child has been completely bald.His crying movement continued, but the sound disappeared.In its place was the recital of "I Love the Metropolis".The child then lost his eyebrows, and the eyebrows also flew one by one into the black hole of countless meshes.then-- Xi Lu yelled and covered her face, Xi Sa turned to look at her, stretched out her slender fingers to stroke her blue hair, when Xi Sa turned to the wall screen again, the child had lost his angry eyes, Only two round holes were left.The music didn't stop, and every time the child lost an organ, an electronic instrument was added to the harmony.The short song is repeated dozens of times, and finally, the child's tiny genitals burst out of the frame.The wave of sight from Xisa began to blur, as if sprayed with some kind of mist, and Xilu was already sobbing.At this time, Xi Sa opened his eyes, and the big net on the screen turned into thousands of divided pictures, some were strands of hair, some were individual eyeballs, some were small hands and feet... the picture In a flash, the smiling faces of the original couple appeared again.The man said: "Although we lost the child in this family." The woman said: "This is the inevitable result of the failure of our guidance and education." The man said: "However, the child has been reborn. Under a high degree of selection, analysis, reorganization, and adjustment," the woman said, "a brand new synthetic human has joined Metropolis, joining the ranks of all human beings. Everything follows the rules, and I love Metropolis." After speaking, she turned to look at her mate, the man then said to her: "If you follow the rules, the metropolis will love you."
Xi Lu trembled, unable to speak for a long time.Xi Sa looked at his hands over and over again, and then said: "We synthetic humans have never known our own life experience, because we have no 'self' at all. Xi Lu, do you know now? You often say that my hands and body are The rest doesn't fit, me, it's not my hands! My eyes, nose, teeth... are not 'me' either! And your hair, hehehe," Sisar picked up his partner , sniffing her hair, "It's not 'your' either!" "How miserable! How miserable!" Xi Lu's voice became hoarse, and she pinched her two round arms fiercely, as if they were not part of her body. "Is it you and me who are miserable now? Or are the children of natural people miserable?" Caesar stood up straight, and at the same time grabbed the tax form on the rug, "That's why I started this new research." "I—" Xi Sa walked around the room, and finally stopped in front of the laser mirror, pointing to the three-dimensional self in the mirror and said: "This person wants to stop all this! Xi Lu, do you know how to do it?" Xi Lu blinked with tears in her eyes and shook her head. "Only by making the synthetic humans that leave the factory this year the last generation of synthetic humans, the tragedy you saw just now, the tragedy of our birth, will not continue to happen. I injected the brains of this new generation of synthetic humans Two medicines, one can suppress their aging, they will be forever twenty years old, always maintain a high degree of physical strength and intelligence, more perfect than our generation's immunity, and 'immortal' like the metropolis itself! The "inspector" even said: "Sisa! With this potion alone, you are already an immortal synthetic human, and you can be said to be a natural person." I saved all the manpower and capital of the training factories for the metropolis, maybe The savings will be transferred to the development of new satellites in the future. It’s the second drug, alas! I don’t know if I’m doing it right..." Caesar looked at Xi Lu, and Xi Lu also looked at him, and Xi Sa turned to the laser mirror again. The expression of the person in the mirror was extremely complicated, with complacency, frustration, pity, and indignation: "At least I hope I am a synthetic human injected with this drug." "what?" "This potion will make the new generation of synthetics not know what 'I' is! Perhaps it should be said: they only know that everything in the metropolis is 'I'." Sisar pointed at the laser mirror, "Laser mirror It's 'me'!" Pointing to the computer again, "The computer is 'me', the dormitory is 'me'! And everything outside—" Xisa ran around the room, pointing at the sky and yelling He writes: "The road is the 'I', the research building is the 'I', the satellite is the 'I', the metropolis is the 'I', and there are tens of thousands of synthetic people, natural people, and whole people, all are 'I'! " Xisa was obviously a little tired. He lay down on the flying carpet, panting and said: "The synthetic man has no self since he was born, why does he still know what a private thing 'I' is!" "Cesar!" Xilu stretched out a hand, stroking Caesar's neck, and scratched the acne scar that had just been squeezed out with a piece of nail, "Cisar!" "The 'Inspector' said that this second potion is even more remarkable, and all the detection systems in the Synthetic Zone can be removed." Then, Xisa imitated the accent of a natural person and said: "Sisa! You have created another compound for the Synthetic Zone." It’s a new era of life, maybe I should transfer you to the natural person area to engage in a new stage of study! Now we only need to do one thing, change the lyrics of the song "I Love Metropolis" and that's it." Caesar began to sing over and over again: "I'm 'Metropolis', I'm 'New Life, I'm' All Mankind...Don't ask about the past, don't be afraid of the future, grasp the age of the whole man, the glory is now... ..." Simi received the last brain message wave from Cesar when he sang "I am Metropolis" for the ninth time, and Cesar yelled: "What am I—ah—?" Simmy looked at the pink tax bill, trying to catch the shadow of Caesar again, but it was nowhere to be found.He could only guess: Sisar might be somewhere right now when some unexpected person or event interrupted his perfectly organized recollection.But why did Caesar recall this scene, so that he had the opportunity to receive the truth of the whole thing?Was he making some sort of detective or confession?Simi almost didn't dare to think about it. He glanced at the setting sun that was about to disappear outside the house, stretched his legs that had been stiff for six hours, and went to the bottom of the scanner at the door of the office room to get the photos of this morning, and asked himself: "Why How do you know this?" He felt himself becoming cautious.
After recalling the whole process more clearly, Simi's lying body trembled unknowingly. Apart from Xisa and Xilu, he may be the only synthetic person in the entire area who knows the origin of "himself" , he was scared, he didn't want to make himself so special, so he had to keep saying: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I, I, Simi don't believe it, Simi doesn't believe it..." Saying this, he wanted to It can make myself purer, more honest, and more courageous to face today's experience writing. Then, Simmy's legs slowly shrank towards his chest, until he felt that he was no longer trembling, he pressed the cradle button, and the music of "I Love Metropolis" sounded, and he didn't know how to sing "" I love" or "I am", I simply put my fingers in my mouth and hum.