Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 811: On the Operation of the Extraordinary Utopia and Sequentialism IV
"Return to the order?"

Tukhachevsky murmured the words that Xia Xiu had just mentioned.

Xia Xiu smiled slightly, his expression revealing a hint of deep thought.

He did not explain directly, but turned to the side of the dining table, opened his arms in front of the three hundred students, and said in a calm tone, but full of invisible power:

"Yes, in order."

"You can understand it as - establishing an absolute and supreme order, and unifying the chaotic information authority."

Tukhachevsky remained silent, his brows slightly furrowed, and the doubts in his mind became clearer.

However, he was not in a hurry to interrupt the principal's narration.

Xia Xiu continued:

“Before unification, we need to harvest those disorderly authorities that do not obey this supreme order.

This approach, Tukhachevsky, you can understand as a new expression of my Heavenly Program, which is to forever end the existence of Terra's gods and to return all power to Heaven. "

He turned around and looked directly at Tukhachevsky, his eyes seemed to penetrate his soul.

Tukhachevsky was shocked by Xia Xiu's gaze, and an indescribable feeling of oppression surged in his heart.

His thoughts were instantly drawn to the principal's arrogance, and he even felt as if he was bound by some invisible force.

Xia Xiu did not use any extraordinary power, this was just the deterrent force generated by his sheer might.

Tukhachevsky tried to keep himself calm, suppressed his shock, and after organizing his thoughts, he asked in a low voice:
"Orderism is to plunder all information authority, that is, extraordinary means of production... and order them to the highest order...

——Isn’t this a kind of monopoly?”

Xia Xiu smiled slightly, stretched out his right index finger, and pointed at the courtyard belt worn around Tukhachevsky's waist.

The belt shone with a faint luster, harmoniously coordinating with every movement of Tukhachevsky's body.

"No, Tukhachevsky..." Xia Xiu's voice was calm and firm, "The power of the highest order will be placed in the genealogy. Anyone who can connect to the genealogy can mobilize the power of the highest order."

Xia Xiu leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Tukhachevsky's. His deep golden pupils flashed with a smile.

“Tukhachevsky, remember the first day you entered the courtyard, at my request, each of you played the game I designed called Minecraft through the belt?
In that game, you have no restrictions, and all your work—both physical and mental—is incorporated into an orderly framework. The game has no so-called main plot, only an open order that the three hundred of you participate in and create together. "

Before Xia Xiu finished speaking, he continued:

"After that, I projected the [Modulation Mode Card Set] into all of your belts. Once you activate this card, you will be able to get infinitely close to the pixelated protagonist Steve in the game. Every action you take can change the order of the entire baseline real world."

He paused slightly and looked directly at Tukhachevsky.

"What do you think? Relying on the power of the genealogy around the waist, does the work completed quantify all simple and mental activities into concise sequential work?"

Tukhachevsky was silent for a moment, as if thinking about the questions raised by Xia Xiu.

"You are right. All labors that rely on great power are classified as sequences."

Xia Xiu continued to speak slowly, his tone becoming more steady and powerful:
“In this process of self-generated liberation production, this productivity will have three new core characteristics.”

He held up three fingers again.

“First, initiative; users can activate and use this ability independently according to their own needs, and are no longer subject to any forced control from the outside world.

Second, universality; all human individuals can possess this productivity, eliminating the uneven distribution of traditional means of production and labor capacity.

Third, quantification; the output and contribution of this productivity can be precisely measured - whether it is measured by output per unit time, social benefits, or some unified standard. "

Xia Xiu paused, and the air condensed into a wonderful silence during his pause, as if he was constructing a grand blueprint, an ideal world beyond reality.

Suddenly, his tone revealed an unusual longing and yearning, an emotion strong enough to penetrate the defenses of every student around him.

Everyone seemed to be able to feel this excitement from within, as if his words carried an invisible power, calling for the arrival of the future.

“Under conditions of extraordinary quantification, everyone’s labor capacity is highly homogenized and universalized.

Whether physical, mental, or skilled, all labor is incorporated into a unified framework of extraordinary productivity.

The complex division of labor in traditional labor - the barriers between manual laborers and managers, producers and consumers - are being eliminated. "

“Production tools,” Xia Xiu continued, “may no longer require dedicated ownership, but rather be an endogenous part of capabilities.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning everyone's faces, observing their reactions to this new world.

“The distribution of means of production will also be directly eliminated, because everyone will have their own extraordinary productivity, and everyone will be able to independently complete the entire production process from raw materials to finished products. The need for traditional division of labor will no longer exist.”

He took a deep breath, as if he was planning a more grand ideal blueprint, and his eyes became increasingly profound.

“The production process is thus greatly simplified.

——The essence of labor is no longer inefficient production for the sake of survival, but is moving towards creative labor.

The improvement of productivity will no longer just meet basic needs, but pursue higher levels of personalized value.”

“And people’s cooperation will no longer be based on the urgent need for efficiency, but on personalized creativity and voluntary collaboration.”

When he said this, almost all the students' attention was firmly drawn to him, and the headmaster of the courtyard continued:
“If everyone can meet their basic needs through extraordinary abilities, the allocation of social resources will no longer require complex market mechanisms or government intervention—‘allocation according to needs’ will become truly feasible.”

Tukhachevsky's chest rose and fell slightly, and as the waves stirred up in his heart by Xia Xiu's words gradually spread, he felt a shock he had never felt before.

The principal's speech just now was like a huge wave that shook his heart and even made him feel for a moment that he was in a different world, a world full of infinite possibilities and a bright future.

However, despite the turmoil in his heart, he still remained rational and sober. He knew that behind any beautiful utopia, there might be problems that cannot be ignored.

He raised his head and his eyes gradually calmed down. Although the shock in his heart had not faded, rationality gradually returned.

He took a deep breath, his tone calm but with a solemn firmness:

"Principal...how can you ensure that the Supreme Order is willing to place the power in the genealogy for sharing? And does the Supreme Order have problems similar to chaos?"

His voice was steady, with hardly a fluctuation, but every word sounded like a well-thought-out question.

——This is not to doubt the beauty of utopia, but a rational examination of that grand ideal.

He understood that although the beautiful future depicted by sequentialism was almost perfect, it would inevitably face countless challenges in its realization.

Even if we ignore the difficulties in the process, if order-based reductionism ultimately succeeds, new problems will still arise, especially the balance between order and freedom, and especially the implementation of the concept of "sharing".

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, with an appreciative look in his eyes, as if he approved of his student's thinking.

Tukhachevsky's question did not surprise him; on the contrary, it was exactly the conversation he had been expecting.

However, this time, he did not answer the student's question immediately, but continued to talk about deeper thoughts.

“In addition to the two issues you raised, there are actually more fundamental issues;
Does the realization of comprehensive and extraordinary quantification mean that human society will completely transcend material needs and instead pursue spiritual and personalized values?
If the ultimate goal of society is no longer to meet survival needs, then what should it be?
How should humans face the eternal problem of 'nothingness'? "

The voice of the fourth sword-bearer in heaven is low and deep, full of insight into the future and deep worry about the fate of mankind.

His eyes were still locked on Tukhachevsky's, and those golden pupils made Tukhachevsky feel a kind of...weight.

At this moment, the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven did not rush to answer, but let these questions float in the air, full of philosophical and ethical weight, allowing Tukhachevsky and every student present to feel the inevitable seriousness.

Then, Xia Xiu slowly opened his mouth and answered Tukhachevsky's initial question:

“Regarding your previous question, there is already a plan within Heaven.

If it is really possible to create the Black Gold Age of mankind, for the sake of utopia, Heaven will extract the [Human Pan-Consciousness Cluster] from the ether and turn it into a contract - the Supreme Order will conclude a contract with it. "

"So, even if it is the hottest and darkest sun, it will be aimed at the enemy of humanity, not humanity itself."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and his tone became more resolute: "This is also one of the foundations of the utopian program promoted by human supremacism."

The voice of the courtyard principal was as light as drizzle, but it carried a power that could not be ignored.

His words were not as turbulent as a torrent, but like a stone thrown into a deep lake, stirring up ripples that gradually spread out and touched the depths of the hearts of every student.

At this moment, the minds and souls of the 300 students in Courtyard Phase I seemed to be ignited at this moment, and an invisible flame was ignited.

——Their thoughts have been tainted by a utopian trend called orderism, which comes from the principal of the courtyard.

There was an imperceptible light in every student's eyes. They began to desire to understand and imagine the future, a brand new society with orderism as its core.

However, after this feast of thoughts, Xia Xiu was not in a hurry to let them indulge in the fantasy of thoughts. His voice suddenly became calmer, with a hint of meaningful smile.

He slowly spread his hands and jokingly said like a child:

"As for the follow-up questions...you have to think about them."

"My students, the motto of the courtyard is: theory is always gray, only the tree of life is evergreen."

Theory is always gray, and that is why action and life are the most fundamental forces.

“The universe is big, and life is bigger.”

Xia Xiu's tone carried a hint of profound philosophy. His eyes penetrated the three hundred students in front of him. Then, he tried to see the more distant future in them, and saw how humans could find their place in the vast universe.

Then, he fixed his eyes on these young faces, and his tone became more resolute and full of guidance:
"The future is yours, the men and women of the human race.

We can't predict too much about the future.

We still have too many problems to solve now - in the near future, there is the Ivy War; there is the Golden Tree that is trying to devour the Terra entity with the virtuality of the Ether Hub. "

"Time waits for no one. Time is running out for humans and Terra."

The voice of the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven was steady and deep. All the students' attention was focused on him. Everyone knew that the decision made at this moment would determine their future and even the future of all mankind.

Xia Xiu paused slightly, and swept his eyes around. His gaze was deep, like the brightest star in the endless starry sky, clearly reflecting everyone's inner world.

He was not in a hurry to continue speaking, but let this sentence echo in the hall, gradually seeping into the depths of everyone's mind, like an inescapable thread of fate, slowly binding everyone's thoughts tightly.

"After a week of courtyard classes," Xia Xiu's words suddenly became gentler, and his tone became a little more guiding, "you will have a choice."

He paused, as if brewing a deeper meaning, or waiting for some kind of spiritual fluctuation.

"--choose."

He repeated these two words again, and the heavy weight made it almost impossible to breathe.

"Whether you stay in the courtyard and fight for the order-reductionism I mentioned, or return to Terra and continue your respective lives."

There was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, a calmness beyond the ordinary, but it also concealed his persistence and expectations for the future.

"This choice is entirely up to you. Neither I nor any teacher in the courtyard can make the decision for you."

“But no matter what you choose, this week’s experience will not be in vain.

You will understand that whether you choose to return to order or return to Terra, you will have your own power and undertake your own...mission. "