Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

Time is like a wild donkey; once it starts running, it never stops.

The various technologies related to the aurora seem to have accelerated the world's development, making society increasingly bizarre and turbulent. On the one hand, it appears very unstable, with countless people opposing the aurora, believing that it is shaking the essence of humanity and that it is the driving force behind the destruction of human society.

However, more and more people are slowly accepting that this is the future. Apart from Africa, which still seems to be outside the world, Europe is also unable to resist the increasing number of smugglers. Although the EU still prohibits the sale of any wet parts, smugglers have already become very popular in Europe in secret.

The battlefields amidst turmoil are even more bizarre, with both the Middle East and the Russia-Ukraine region becoming testing grounds for several companies.

The political logic of the world has undergone a fundamental change because Aurora's technology has rendered many old technologies obsolete, altering geopolitics. Russia has even begun importing large quantities of weapons from the United States and Europe, all of which are companies attempting to challenge Aurora's dominance.

Google and other companies are constantly arming Israel and Russia with various new weapons, engaging in various provocations, and attempting to break through Aurora's defenses.

The US government is pleased with this, as it generates tax revenue for both sides.

Of course, what they care about more is Aurora's latest technological development. Immortality has already corrupted all the top leaders, and now Aurora has even more outrageous technological ideas. They have begun to fantasize that hundreds or even thousands of years from now, they will become the most unique leadership team ever.

While the credit for leading humanity out of Earth undoubtedly belongs to the Aurora Borealis, they also provided excellent conditions and deserve credit as well.

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Yuma County, Arizona, USA.

This place is very special; it is the driest city in the entire United States, with an annual rainfall of only about 80 millimeters.

Besides its abundant rainfall, its sunshine is also exceptionally remarkable, averaging about 11 hours of sunshine per day, with more than 350 sunny days a year. The longest record is 380 days without rain and all sunny days, which has been certified by Guinness World Records as the sunniest place on Earth.

Although the weather is scorching hot, with summer temperatures often exceeding 1 degrees Celsius, the winter temperatures here become quite comfortable, with daytime temperatures reaching 20 degrees Celsius in January.

In addition, the Colorado River provides irrigation water, and millions of years of alluvial deposits have left extremely fertile floodplain soil, making this place a winter vegetable capital.

This region produces 90% of North America's winter leafy greens, selling over 10 billion pounds of lettuce each growing season. Every day, 2500 trucks visit this small city of less than 20 people, all to ensure that North Americans can enjoy salads.

There is also the Yuma Proving Ground here, which was originally the largest military facility of the U.S. Army, covering 1308 square miles, which is larger than Rhode Island and equivalent to 0.05 times the size of Tongliao City in Inner Mongolia, China, or 0.05 tons.

Built in 1942, it was originally used to test the performance of weapons and equipment in complex environments such as high temperature and sandstorms, and later became a multi-field testing center.

But now, the US government has sold the entire plot of land to get interest from Aurora.

At this moment, two Latino workers, wearing protective suits and carrying a basket of mushrooms, came out of the greenhouse. They weighed the mushrooms, then went into the disinfection channel. After a shower and air shower, they went into the canteen to eat.

The cafeteria TV was showing news reports that Israel had attacked Bahrain again, but was beaten up.

Garcia said with a look of disdain, "Are these guys out of their minds? Why are they provoking us for no reason?"

Miguel was speechless: "What do you mean 'we'? Who do you think you are? You think you're part of the Aurora? We're nothing more than slave laborers for the Aurora. The plantation is no different from the colonial route of the Spanish and Portuguese in the past."

"Don't say that. The plantation pays you a salary? We're being paid by Aurora now. Look at the meals we're eating, they're all Chinese food, all Aurora specialties! We're definitely considered Aurora people."

Miguel took a big gulp of his Mapo Tofu Rice and didn't argue.

In a broad sense, it wouldn't be entirely wrong to call them people from Aurora, since they all make a living from Aurora. However, he always felt that there was a difference between them, who were just tending to mushrooms, and the high-class white-collar workers in Aurora's office.

He wished he could be as carefree as Garcia, but there was no way around it; their situations were too different.

Garcia's entire family successfully came to the United States and are all Americans. They used to work for an agricultural company in Yuma County, but now they work for Aurora. Their income is not low, and their life is quite good.

He was the only one in his family who successfully came to the United States. Lucian's policies had deported many people in the past few years, which made him live in constant fear until he finally settled down this year when he successfully arrived at the Aurora Plantation.

Since he's living and eating at Aurora's plantation anyway, U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement would have to think twice before trying to arrest him, considering whether they could beat the robots at the gate.

Garcia noticed his frustration and asked in a low voice, "Think of something! You've saved up quite a bit of money by now, haven't you? He pays us interest directly on our monthly performance bonuses. Try to find a way to bring your family over."

Miguel sighed: "It's hopeless. How could we possibly get out? We're lucky to be alive over there. I heard two more mayors died yesterday. The news outlets don't even want to report it anymore; it's like a mayor is dying every day."

Those people are incredibly audacious; now they're attacking government facilities, threatening the government, and trying to break ties between the government, the United States, and Aurora Mobile.

"Are you brain-dead? Aren't you afraid the Aurora will get angry? Just send some robots over and wipe them all out?"

"They're probably desperate. Everyone's going to Oasis now, and the drugs are piling up unsold. If they don't come up with a solution, what will they do in the future? I heard they want Aurora to give a portion of the Wanderers' entertainment industry to Mexico, and then Mexico will split it equally among the drug lords. Otherwise, the drug lords will keep carrying out more terrorist attacks in Mexico, claiming that these people died because of Aurora."

Garcia was shocked: "Has the law really gotten this bad? Isn't this a form of moral blackmail?"

"They've become so lawless. Luckily, my family consists of only sons, and my three older brothers are all quite strong. We live with several families we know in the neighborhood, just in case we get caught up in the chaos. Right now, if you're alone, you could be killed for no reason."

Sigh, I don't know what to do. A few days ago I contacted the smuggler who brought me here, and he said he wasn't going back to Mexico either. He felt it was too dangerous to go back, and he wasn't doing the business anymore.

Furthermore, the entire border is now equipped with aurora viewing devices, making it virtually impossible to sneak across.

Garcia was a little embarrassed. He wanted to give his friend some advice, but he was just an agricultural worker and couldn't think of any good solutions.

Just then, a human in red armor walked over with several robots, scanned them, and came directly in front of the two.

A few months ago, Aurora updated their identification standards, and all mechanical parts of the modified human will have Aurora's iconic egg-shaped dog head badge.

The complete robot, on the other hand, is stamped with a blue jasmine robot pattern.

As Aurora's business empire expands, people have also noticed its current setup: generally, each person is surrounded by three AI robots for protection.

For Garcia and Miguel, the Adjuster was undoubtedly a big shot among big shots.

The two men were just ordinary Mexican-American farm workers, and they were so self-conscious that they would bow and scrape to any ordinary American they saw.

Now, upon seeing the legendary adjuster, he stood up shakily, unsure of what to say.

The man in red armor looked at Miguel and said, "You're Miguel, right?"

Miguel felt like he was about to lose his balance; were they going to take him away?

Garcia quickly interjected, "We, we are official employees of Aurora! We have signed contracts! We have Aurora accounts! When we joined, the HR person even gave us dog badges and Jasmine's badge. We are Aurora workers, we can't send him back to Mexico!"

The man in red armor quickly waved his hand: "Calm down! I didn't say I was going to send you back. We saw your information; you're still a Mexican citizen, and your family is still in Mexico, right?"

Things are too chaotic over there right now. It wasn't really our business, but they keep trying to extort money from us, so we've decided to get involved and take down all the Mexican drug lords.

First, we need to bring all the employees' families over. Where do you live? And are your family members drug dealers?

"In Manzanillo, Colima, my family is not a drug dealer! My ancestors were fishermen, and later the port was built. My brother went to work as a dockworker at the port."

Can you really bring my family over? None of us are U.S. citizens, and I don't have a green card; I only have a work permit, which is technically illegal.

The man in red armor shrugged: "If U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement comes to arrest you, then we'll have no choice but to go to war with the U.S. government. Don't worry, we're outnumbered and might not be able to win, but we should be able to wipe out the entire U.S. high command."

The two Mexicans were still trembling, showing no sign of laughing.

The red-armored robot looked a little embarrassed and turned to ask the robot next to him, "Isn't it funny? Didn't they say the council tells jokes like this every day?"

The AI ​​robot nodded decisively: "It's not funny at all, and it greatly underestimates our strength. We'll just weaponize the Black Velvet; before we die, we can probably drag the whole world down with us!"

The red-armored figure stopped speaking, waved it in the air, and said, "The information has been sent to your terminal. We're going to operate tonight, so fill it out quickly. Don't contact your family until six hours later; we're operating in secrecy. You can call them after six hours to let them know."

With a clatter, the red-armored man and the three robots walked away cheerfully, talking about how they were going to the oasis for a thrilling game of Quidditch.

Miguel, his eyes slightly red, pounded the table: "We really are people of Aurora now."

Garcia laughed and said, "I told you, we're from Aurora! The farmers in Aurora are different too, thank you Aurora! Hurry up and eat, then we'll go clean the pipe network to prevent the black velvet fungus from growing in."

"Okay, thank you Aurora, thank you Master Pidan, thank you Master Jasmine, thank you Master Chen Yiran. Hurry up, I'll ask if I can work overtime later, there's still such a big plot of land that hasn't been planted yet. My family is coming over, I need to save up more money."