First Player

Chapter 5 · "Utopia."

——Plato mentioned the hierarchical theory of citizens in "The Republic".

Citizens are divided into "rulers", "warriors" and "laborers" according to their talents. They represent wisdom, courage and desire respectively.

Among them, those who govern the country are the most intelligent and free. They do not need to be bound by the law. Warriors and workers, on the other hand, act under the constraints of rules - like those with high personality, those with medium personality, and those with low personality. In this way, an ideal city-state that is graded can be created.

Su Mingan stared at the dawn in front of him.

It looked back at him plainly, expounding the three-layer concept of the "Utopia".

"...What I said above is only the most ideal situation." Liming said: "However, you have also seen that this city-state is not that ideal at all. People who take large amounts of rose blood because they are afraid of losing their jobs will suffer from physical collapse. Bad people die; those with inferior personalities in the borderline zone have low quality of life; some groups work together to take advantage of emotional measurement loopholes..."

"Woo..." The man next to him shook the chain, and his head hit the wall, blood dripping out, almost sticking to the terrifying blood marks on the wall.

Su Mingan put on the armrest and controlled the wheelchair to retreat.

In my ears, Ah Du was still singing "Listen to me to say thank you" cheerfully, singing more and more emotionally and sweetly, just like an artificial retard who didn't understand the situation at all.

“I’ll give you a little heart and a flower~”

"You are so touching in my life~~"

"Click." Su Mingan slapped it, and it became silent instantly.

Seeing this, Li Ming smiled slightly, with a slight electric light flowing in his pale eyes:

"Data is the cornerstone of this city-state, Doctor.

“We need more data—more experimental plans—more simulation routes—more calculation results.

"Only by calculating every error result, solving and correcting the problem, can the City of Measurement achieve 'perfection' in the true sense."

Dawn's hands rested on the armrests of his wheelchair, its voice coming extremely close.

"I will measure and adjust the possible deviations caused by human rule. I will make everything closer to the 'best' - as long as there is enough time, I can erase all mistakes.

Only my existence can make most people live better and achieve their own happiness in such a difficult world environment.

Therefore, I hope that you can continue to help me... cut off the rotting flesh and blood that has taken root on the city-state. "

It seemed to want to touch him, the transparent projection sticking very close.

"Help you?" Su Mingan said.

"For example, continue your 'measurement' career." Dawn said: "Whether it is arranging death endings for others, or visiting the fringe zone, or meeting leaders of organizations such as Eagle Dog... you are already doing these things.

'Measurement' means adding variables to the city-state - as long as there are changes, there will be more possibilities for deduction, and these fed-back data will contribute to the 'perfection' of the city-state. "

"Including making rose blood?" Su Mingan said.

"Of course, Dr. Asa, this is one of the best 'measurements'." Dawn raised her voice, and the gentle smile it simulated was particularly soft among the blood in the basement: "[The addictive property called rose blood Psychotropic drugs are widely spread in the city of measurement] - This is a good case observation.

We saw many colorful city-state residents - those with evil intentions, opportunists, those who hold high positions and make money from it, residents who would rather decline physically to keep their jobs, or young people who simply seek excitement... They are all Excellent 'measurement' object. If it weren't for the induction of rose blood, we wouldn't be able to observe the special behaviors they would do. "

Su Mingan retreated slightly again. Even if the other person was a simulated image, he was not used to being too close to others.

"Including a girl like Xiaomei, all the suffering she has suffered is just 'measurement material'?" Su Mingan said coldly.

"Of course." Li Ming said: "Everyone in this city-state is the material to make 'measurement' more perfect."

It is both rational and absurd, but the rationality of this city-state system must be recognized - this is how Su Mingan feels at this time.

Use living lives to conduct data experiments, mix in evil variables such as rose blood, arms, and interests, and deliberately induce people to commit crimes and die, so as to observe more human emotional data and the differential actions of people with different personalities to summarize the data. This will improve the dawn system.

In this way, a situation of "perfect allocation of resources and making full use of talents" can be achieved.

——This is a miraculous creative result of mankind in the current apocalypse.

If written in a history book for future generations who survive to read, it will be written as "the miraculous means by which humans preserved the fire of civilization under extreme difficulties", and Asa Akto will be praised as the leader of human civilization. hero.

If it were the start of the dungeon, Su Mingan would also think that this was very reasonable. This was simply a genius idea. Human civilization actually survived because of an intelligent brain.

Humanity does not kill each other to snatch survival resources, nor does the leadership assassinate each other to internalize the highly intelligent people. It only uses a "measurement" to divide the appropriate three classes, and only sacrifices the lowest inferior personality. The survival of the race as a whole.

But after seeing Xiaomei's life, he hesitated a little - for someone like her, it was too cruel to be judged as an inferior personality and doomed to a life of no recovery. This cruelty is a hidden danger.

But inevitably, he was somewhat convinced.

The views of the Dawn System - they are really quite consistent with his. Asa Acto's concept of city-state measurement coincides with his ideas.

He stared into the dawn.

"——What about me?" he said: "Ling Ming, who do I think in your eyes?"

He glanced at the man who looked exactly like him.

This man's eyes were gouged out, his tongue was cut off, his legs were cut off, his hands were bound, and he was locked in a dark basement...

Is this Asa Akto?

So who is he?

Could it be that he is also an "Asa Akto" who can be turned into such a human pig?

There was a "click".

Su Mingan's figure tilted, the left rear corner of the wheelchair was slightly raised, and the wheels seemed to have hit something.

Tiny "clicking" sounds continued to come from below.

Su Mingan quickly lowered his head to observe.

The next moment, intuitive panic flooded his brain like a flood.

He saw a whiteness.

Under the wheelchair were countless crushed bones, broken calf bones, thigh bones, patellas, hand bones... and even a half-open human skull like an eggshell.

Some of them are still in complete form, and some have been crushed by wheels, like finely divided, burned ashes.

When human beings face the tragic death of their fellow humans, they will have a strong sense of empathy, and this emotion will extend to the physical level, making them feel uncontrollably panicked.

Su Mingan stared at the pile of human bones and subconsciously recalled the feeling of death. This feeling was very heavy for him, and he died far more times than normal humans.

"Dr. Asa." Dawn stared at him: "You are - the 'ruler', you are different from others."

"Utopia" [Governor].

——There is no need to be bound by the laws of the 'Utopia', a ruler based on ideals.

"You are my reformer. In a sense, you are my father." Dawn said:

"[Your personality is my name.]"

"Then what is he?" Su Mingan pointed at the man who was yelling "woo woo".

"Are you asking him?" Li Ming thought for a while, as if thinking about how to define this man.

After a moment, lightning flashed in its eyes, and it seemed to have received a satisfactory answer.

Its hands hang down by its sides, with a gentle expression, simulating the image of a well-behaved and kind server.

"He is an unqualified 'ruler'." Liming tilted her head slightly, her voice calm and clear:

"[Before truly getting rid of human identity, anyone's 'nobility' has a shelf life.]"

Su Mingan suddenly remembered a name card he saw in his pocket when the dungeon started.

…

[Explanation of the term "dream making".

An organization that seeks the meaning of life and pursues freedom of the soul. It is advocated to extract human beings and preserve them through encoding. 】

……I see.

The man seemed to have lost his mind, leaving only beast-like wails and an empty shell-like body.

Su Mingan wanted to close his eyes - he didn't know if the pair of eyes he had at this time came from this person who lost his eyes?

Wait, besides this man, there seems to be a lot of broken bones in this basement...

There was a soft "click" sound, and a cold, cold feeling suddenly hit my body.

A white bone fragment fell from above and fell on his legs.

...Why do broken bones fall from above?

He seemed to feel something, ignored the approaching dawn, and slowly, slowly turned back.

Suddenly,

——He saw a mountain of stacked bones.

It looked like a pyramid, piled behind him, almost filling more than half of the basement at the back. Since there was almost no light, he had not seen them until now.

Among them - they are all human bones, pale and ice-white colors overlap, and even mixed with some deep red that has not faded the flesh and muscles. They lie across the white bones like blood-red spider webs, dividing the red and white The alternating dark scenes create a magnificent and tranquil scene.

"Crash-"

The mountains of broken bones behind him were crushed by the wheelchair, causing him to lose his balance. The moment Su Mingan turned around, they collapsed like a sand tower, and the fine broken bones hit him like raindrops. Hard and cold.

They hit his back, tightly, forcefully, and hugged his body tightly.

He sat among the hills of his own broken bones, scattered like snow.

These various scattered bones can be combined into complete human beings one after another.

"These bones, are they all 'me'?"

He said it word by word.

When he just saw the man chained up, he thought there was only one Akto here.

But he didn't expect that everything he saw, under his wheelchair, on his body, in his hair and between his fingers... they were all Asa Akto.

They turned into lifeless cold bones and bone powder, seeping into his clothes and spreading all over his body.

It was like countless passing Asas, tightly clinging to him.

"Yes." Dawn said.

It stretched out its transparent hand and caressed his eyes, as if it was 'measuring' something.

...It also seemed that he could gouge out his eyes at any time and turn him into a part of these bones.