From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 710 A New Future Is Slowly Unfolding
Some time later, I don't know.
On the other side of the 19th Space Gate, the frontline base has been completed.

Compared to the military fortifications of the "old era" of humanity in the 19th century, what is presented here is no longer cold concrete and simple bunkers, but a magnificent spectacle of complete industrialization and standardization.

The frontline base is composed of dozens of modular building complexes, arranged neatly like a giant set of building blocks.

The thick alloy armor walls were engraved with the empire's golden emblem, which shimmered eternally in the morning light.

The command tower rose up, soaring into the sky, with a holographic communication mast extending from its top, shimmering with steady streams of energy.

The hangars and loading platforms scattered across the open ground are like the nest of a behemoth, capable of accommodating the entry and exit of transport aircraft, heavy vehicles, and various cargo transport vessels at any time.

Even from a distance, one can sense its austere order and unshakeable power.

At the same time, ecological restoration projects in villages and cities surrounding the base have also begun.

The scorched earth and ruins of the past are being rebuilt layer by layer, with artificially regulated climate and purification systems constantly in operation.

The lake's surface was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the rising sun, which seemed to cover the earth with a thin layer of golden gauze.

Vast stretches of forest are restoring their original, pristine ecosystems, with lush greenery spreading out from the horizon, complementing the outline of the new city.

This was not only a display of military power, but also a symbol of the empire's rebirth.

The new city was built not far from the space gate, echoing the front-line base.

The city's framework also follows a modular design, but it carries a distinct "humanistic" feel.

The towering apartment buildings stand like modern fortresses, their exteriors covered in silver-white alloy shells, yet softened by the extensive use of smart glass and greenery, giving their stark silhouettes a touch of warmth.

The wide streets between the buildings stretch straight out, with magnetic track systems embedded in the road surface, silently and efficiently operating public trains.

As dawn broke, the streets gradually came alive.

Rail trains and automated buses shuttle back and forth, carrying newly resettled refugees between various living areas and medical stations.

Through the transparent portholes of the carriage, one could see the survivors whose complexions had not yet fully recovered. They either silently gazed at the scenery outside the window or whispered to their companions, their eyes still bearing the shadows of their past nightmares.

However, the sound of children's laughter could be heard on the street.

Several young refugee children ran around the smart toys distributed by the empire, their innocent shouts echoing in the air, dispelling a long-standing heaviness.

On the giant screens along the street, footage of the Imperial military's crackdown on the Blood Cross was continuously played, showcasing the soldiers' fearless advance and the city's gradual recovery.

These images are both a comfort and a reassurance of safety for the residents of the new town.

It is worth noting that there are almost no private vehicles or hovercraft in sight throughout the entire new city.

Private transportation, which once belonged to the old human society, has been completely abolished and replaced here. Public vehicles and rail systems have taken over all transportation capacity, not only for efficiency reasons, but also because the civilization of Earth 19 was almost completely wiped out by the Blood Cross catastrophe.

Currently, these millions of rescued refugees still rely on free aid provided by the empire to survive.

Food, housing, medical care, and education were all allocated and supplied by the empire.

For them, this was an unprecedented sense of security.

Perhaps in the old society, they once pursued wealth, personal comfort and freedom, but after experiencing the horror of the Blood Cross, being able to survive in such an orderly environment is an almost luxurious blessing.

In the distance, the rising sun illuminates both the new city and the frontline base.

Golden morning light spilled onto the alloy walls, reflecting dazzling rays of light.

It was a symbol of power and a testament to rebirth. As the morning bells echoed through the city, the imperial flags fluttered in the wind, seemingly announcing the arrival of a new era for Earth.
The morning sunlight slanted down, reflecting through the transparent side of the carriage and into the interior, bathing the public rail train speeding along the high-altitude magnetic track in a warm glow.

Inside the carriage, there weren't many passengers, and there were plenty of empty seats, making the atmosphere exceptionally quiet.

Occasionally, one could hear hushed conversations. Two or three survivors, either acquaintances from the past or friends made through the shared disaster, were talking in hushed tones about the changes in the new city.

Many others sat quietly, their eyes fixed on the newly built high-rises and the lake reflecting the morning light, their expressions a mixture of unfamiliarity, bewilderment, and indescribable emotion.

Near the car window, a burly man dressed in black sat alone in his seat.

He had broad shoulders and rough hands, clearly a man who had endured much hardship.

At that moment, he was carefully carrying a bag of fresh fruit.

The fruit's bright color contrasted sharply with the man's rugged appearance, making it seem even more precious.

For those who have struggled under the shadow of the Blood Cross in the apocalypse, being able to buy fresh food again on the streets of the city, or to exchange points for it, is almost a luxurious miracle.

Ding dong——!
Suddenly, an announcement blared, accompanied by a gentle notification tone, echoing above the carriage:
"Next stop: Central Hospital of District 2. Passengers, please prepare to disembark."

The sound is clear and has an electronically synthesized quality, giving a sense of reliability and order.

Upon hearing this reminder, the burly man slowly withdrew his gaze from the window.

His eyes once held a complex light, a mixture of amazement and a heavy sense of relief.

He then stood up, tightened his grip on the fruit bag, and walked towards the cabin door, waiting for the train to stop.

Ten seconds later, the train smoothly glided into the platform.

With a slight hiss of air pressure and the clicking of the mechanical interlock, the hatch slowly opened.

The burly man stepped out of the train carriage and stood on the rail station platform of the Central Hospital in Zone 2.

The platform was not crowded and the crowd was orderly.

Above the bright ceiling, a series of hard light projection screens are suspended, displaying the real-time operation time of the rail trains and various public information.

The platform floor beneath your feet is covered with intelligent light patterns that shimmer with a faint blue light as people move, automatically guiding pedestrians to different exits.

The burly man walked straight to the platform exit, his gaze inevitably drawn to the various technological wonders displayed in the new city along the way.

On the street, hard light holographic images float in mid-air, automatically broadcasting public information to passersby, and even projecting virtual directional arrows to help pedestrians find their way.

On the notice screen on the street corner, holographic images of Imperial soldiers and medical personnel kept appearing, smiling and reminding people to go to the medical center for regular check-ups or to collect their rations.

Even while walking through the streets, you can see patrolling drones everywhere, flying almost silently in the air, their crimson scanning beams like a cold, stern warning line, guarding this reborn new city.

The burly man remained silent, his steps steady and powerful.

He didn't linger or sigh like the other refugees; he simply held the bag of fruit as if it carried some unspoken sentiment.

Soon, he crossed the square and stepped onto the elevated walkway in front of the hospital that led to the main building.

The exterior of the Central Hospital in Zone 2 is quite magnificent. The entire building resembles a smooth, white boulder, polished to an impeccable finish. The exterior walls are covered with layers of smart glass, and the interior lighting seems to adjust automatically, always maintaining a soft and clear ambiance.

Before stepping through the gate, the burly man saw a holographic light screen floating at the entrance, constantly displaying various information, such as the distribution of waiting departments, emergency triage instructions, and even reassuring voices played by Imperial medical staff in gentle voices.

Stepping inside, a breath of fresh air greets you.

Inside the hospital, the pristine white floor mirrored the soft light strips overhead.

A massive holographic image was projected onto the pillar in the center of the hall, depicting a huge panoramic view of the city. It displayed the distribution of medical resources and patient conditions in different areas in real time, resembling a vivid heart chart, demonstrating that the entire new city was operating efficiently under the protection of the imperial system.

The burly man didn't look at it for long and walked straight to the elevator next to him.

The elevator doors slid open silently, and he stepped inside, lightly touching the panel.

A transparent holographic floor plan appeared on the inner wall of the elevator, and he directly selected the middle floor of the inpatient department.

With a soft hum, the elevator ascended smoothly, and the outside scenery gradually changed through the transparent wall—

From the bustling crowds below to the quiet and orderly ward area above.

He stood quietly in the elevator, the bag of fruit in his hand swaying slightly as it ascended.

The burly man lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the vibrant color, a complex expression of both gentleness and determination appearing on his face.

As the elevator ascended floor by floor, his mind grew increasingly calm.

Finally, with a gentle beep, the elevator stopped at the mid-level inpatient ward.

The door slowly opened, revealing a warm and bright corridor. The burly man took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the bag in his hand, and stepped into this space filled with the smell of medicine and tranquility.

Soon, the burly man stopped in front of a hospital room door, raised his finger and gently pressed the notification button on the side of the door.

drop--!
After a notification tone, a moment of silence followed.

Soon, a hoarse and weak voice sounded from inside the door, carrying a weariness that had not yet fully healed:
"come in."

Upon hearing this, the burly man pushed open the door and entered.

What comes into view is a spacious and clean single hospital room.

In fact, almost all the wards in Atlas's hospitals are single rooms, which is not a display of luxury, but rather a result of extremely humane considerations.

In this newly built city, there are countless buildings and space is not a scarce resource. Therefore, the medical department chose to house patients in the most comfortable way so that they could recover from their trauma in a peaceful environment during their convalescence.

The interior design of the ward is both realistic and technologically advanced.

To the east is a neat floor-to-ceiling window, where sunlight streams in and reflects off the walls, making the entire room brighter and warmer.

Through the window, one can overlook a corner of the new city—

In the distance, the lake shimmered in the morning light, and lush green forests stretched to the horizon, while towering apartment buildings and administrative buildings interspersed among them, creating a scene of harmonious coexistence between steel and nature.

On the other side of the ward is a separate bathroom, a foldable bed for the patient, and a set of soft sofas.

Every detail reflects the empire's care for refugees and the wounded, not only treating their injuries but also providing psychological comfort.

A holographic projection device is suspended in the corner, currently playing the morning news of the new city.

The screen flickered with softly colored images, and the host, in a gentle voice, reported on the completion of the basic schools and higher education institutions under construction in the city, creating a peaceful and orderly atmosphere.

On the hospital bed lay the SWAT team captain who had once brought up the rear at the Toronto subway station.

His face was slightly pale, but it still exuded an indomitable determination.

The captain's right arm, in particular, was particularly striking.

It was a newly born arm, with fair and smooth skin that stood out slightly from the rest of his complexion, yet it was a testament to the miracle of imperial medicine.

After all, during the battle at the subway station, his entire right arm had been severed by a large flying knife from the Blood Cross Infected, staining the ground with blood.

Now, it is as if it had never been injured, and is whole again.

The burly man stepped forward and placed the bag of fresh fruit he was carrying on the bedside table.

The plastic bag still held the morning dew, and a few plump apples and oranges glistened enticingly in the soft light.

"How are you feeling, Captain?" the burly man asked in a low voice.

The team leader on the hospital bed turned his head, his lips twitching, managing a faint smile.

His voice was still hoarse, but much stronger than before: "It's alright, there's no rejection reaction, and I've regained feeling in my arm, but..."

As he said this, he raised his newborn right hand, gently clenched his fist, and then sighed as he continued, "Sometimes it feels numb, and occasionally it gets really itchy. The doctor said this is a normal phenomenon of nerve regeneration and told me to bear with it and not to scratch it."

Upon hearing this, the burly man couldn't help but chuckle, his voice rough yet relaxed: "Then just take good care of yourself. You've been given a second chance at life, so don't complain about this little ailment."

Besides, this arm is even stronger than before. Once it's fully healed, it might come in even more useful.

"hehe."

The captain smiled, his expression a mixture of relief and a touch of emotion.

The burly man sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his voice: "I heard that the Empire is planning to open various government positions in the new city in a month. At that time, we old-era special police officers may be able to stay and become police officers in the new city. At least, it's much better than doing nothing."

"Um"

The captain nodded, his eyes brightening slightly as he looked out the window at the thriving city.

For him, starting over after losing everything was a rare blessing in itself.

Inside the ward, the atmosphere gradually calmed down, carrying a sense of peace and hope.

Outside the hospital, the new city continues to operate steadily.

The morning air was clear, and people gradually gathered on the streets. The rail train sped along the high-altitude tracks, and public suspended buses shuttled orderly between the wide roads. Pedestrians walked hurriedly, but without appearing flustered.

Occasionally, children chase and play on the grass in the park by the street, their laughter carried by the wind, mingling with the distant sounds of construction, creating a vibrant symphony.

High above, a huge hard-light advertising image floats, slowly changing colors and content, showcasing the energy station and public center that will soon be put into use to the public.

The exterior of the massive apartment building, hundreds of meters high, is surrounded by blue energy bands that will illuminate the entire city at night.

All of this silently suggests that the unification of Earth 19 is drawing to a close, and the imperial order is taking root here, with a new future slowly unfolding.
(End of this chapter)