Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

For example, remote brain-computer interfaces and superficial thought-interaction connections "might even trigger a small-scale industrial revolution..."

While it may not be applicable everywhere, this convenient and sensitive, albeit one that is difficult to guarantee in terms of precision, is still very useful in certain specific environments.

“Besides, this wet part doesn’t look scary at all—” Old Xia took out a cable, which looked like a rose-red crystal wire with a large number of nerve fibers that were invisible to the naked eye inside, with a red thread-like nipple exposed at one end.

"It's the same as regular optical fiber, just made of different materials. This is my graduation thesis: Design and Cultivation of Optical Nervous Systems."

Old Xia explained why he could make such a thing: all it takes is connecting it to a terminal equipped with simple signal processing equipment to interface the processed information.

"So, all this trouble you've gone through is just to pave the way for your vending machine?"

"How could that be? There are also drone delivery supermarkets and unmanned supply and storage stations. In any case, machinery, even bio-machinery, is much more reliable than people." At least this thing won't falsify accounts or betray its own interests; whatever is sold to the end is exactly what it is.

"I also plan to cultivate lens structures and visual neural network structures to establish an information monitoring network based on the entire biological processing station. Let me tell you, that's much more useful than conventional cameras!"

"But I have a question, Lao Xia, who was the victim from your hometown?"

"CC Company, invented by Mr. Kohl-Costa, who wanted to recreate the glory of his family from centuries ago. However, the company has now gone bankrupt because the bio-camera system has become obsolete."

"Didn't you say it's much better than a webcam?"

“Because it’s so easy to use—” Xia Lin gazed into the distance.

"So, because of complaints about their use in illegal and criminal activities, it's become very difficult for the police to catch criminal gangs that have installed these cameras. They're really too useful..."

Because everyone thought so, including those who planned to use them for sabotage, sales were banned, and the unfortunate company went bankrupt. The biggest problem with bio-devices is that their functionality is very difficult to limit.

"More accurately, for the police, this doesn't represent a qualitative improvement, but for criminal gangs, it's a qualitative leap—"

For example, one of them, after simple induced growth, can transmit light through most fabrics, and then... you know..."

"Alas!!"

"However, that's the professional model. Mine is just the ordinary model. That kind of thing is protected by a patent, and I don't know how it's made. It's just a common insect compound eye structure. The victim is the Originium flying insect, the thing you call the Flower Beetle."

"Just insects?"

"Yes, so this is the size of the camera—" about a tiny black dot that is almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Its clarity is 20 times that of the human eye, enabling it to quickly capture images of ultra-high-speed objects. Furthermore, due to the characteristics of this organism, I have also cultivated a new, simple insect-like sensory organ that can detect Originium fluctuations. In other words, it can scan for signs of Oripathy and dangerous Originium devices while monitoring the target."

"So you've completely blocked the infected people's escape route?"

“A rat in the gutter can’t be a human, Yelena…” Old Xia put the things aside. “Whether it’s voluntary or forced, they must first pull themselves out of the gutter before they can be human.”

"The Royal Guard Bureau has used it?"

“Beatrice took a batch from me and said she was going to put it in the police station to see how many traitors there were. I suspect she’ll end up catching people she never expected.”

Old Xia shrugged. "And this will also help us understand the actions of the Guard Bureau and Lungmen officials. It would be best if they installed one in every location."

"Because all neural signals essentially depend on the entire neural network system, and the core of the entire network is right here with me. Guess whether Lungmen can resist the convenience of the information revolution, or whether it can stand against the tide of the times like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?"

"So, that's why you came all the way to Lungmen specifically for this?" the white rabbit asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yes." Because elsewhere, no one would allow a private individual to control the core of the information network of an entire city-state or even the entire country, which would mean that no one in the entire country would have any secrets from him.

Only Longmen can do this, because it is a free trade city, while Lao Xia is just a guy selling goods. The convenience and profits of these goods can completely offset the risks, and the merchants of Longmen don't care about the fate of Longmen at all—so he can control the commercial intelligence and information of the entire Longmen.

Lungmen is the largest trading capital and the most prosperous commercial port in all of Terra. Whoever controls information about Lungmen controls more than half of Terra's information. "And the power of money needs to be exerted with sufficient information."

A nation built on economics, or rather, money, begins to construct its most terrifying weapon and its most magnificent walls in this server room.

"Is it that scary?"

"Yes, every purchase, every negotiation, and every activity of yours is recorded in it. The massive amount of data is enough to analyze the needs and desires of most people. This is the ultimate form of the money empire. Everything about you has already been planned and predetermined."

This is not some rare technology or theory; in layman's terms, it's "price discrimination based on big data."

However, to achieve this, a sufficient number of data collection points and a large volume of data are required. Therefore, it must be built upon a well-developed information network.

"However, for me, the biggest benefit of this system is that it lets me know what I can plant without losing money."

What farmers fear most is growing fruit when the market price is high, only to see the price plummet when the fruit hits the market, leaving them with costs several times higher than the selling price and resulting in massive losses.

Therefore, agriculture is the industry that most needs to keep up with market information in a timely manner, because its products have a very serious time lag. So you need to grasp and predict market demand in a timely manner, otherwise you will lose a lot of money!

Conversely, Old Xia's statement is not wrong either; this is indeed a powerful weapon, a weapon that could hang other agricultural producers in Terra directly.

Because once you have enough big data, you will have a certain market foresight, and in the planting industry, you can beat those who still rely on the weather to a pulp.

Putting aside other things, if you start shipping your produce when the other party sees the price of a certain agricultural product rising, or if you start stockpiling seeds or planting other crops when the other party starts planting, but you are consuming the same agricultural resources—then the other party is doomed.

Whatever he sells, its price plummets; whatever he grows, its seed and fertilizer prices skyrocket. After two rounds at most, this guy can prepare to exit the market.

In particular, when Lao Xia can largely ignore the seasons, this thing is extremely lethal.

"When I control the food supply, I control the world..." Old Xia laughed.

"At that time, changing the situation of the infected will be a small matter for me. Moreover, if the primary industry is not strong enough, there will be no secondary industry of sufficient scale. If the primary industry cannot provide enough food for everyone to survive, it means that any social change or change in the distribution method will only be a change in the way of dying or exploitation."

"So, you're not going to support Talulah anymore?"

"No, I'm just supporting her. She's too idealistic and doesn't quite understand something..."

"Ok?"

"She hasn't encountered a real setback in the matter of people needing to eat. I'm not talking about the nobles of Ursus or the Black Serpent, or internal rebellions, traitors, or wavering ideology. Those don't count as setbacks. The real setback is—she hasn't realized that farm productivity isn't universal, when she leaves Ursus and goes elsewhere..."

"Her ideals will be met with the cruelest blow of reality." White Rabbit thought for a moment and understood what Old Xia meant. She would advance triumphantly, she would liberate a large number of infected people, and then she would find that she couldn't support them at all. Either she would follow the example of those nobles and sacrifice some to support the rest, or everyone would starve to death.

Hunger is the most effective way to destroy any social structure. Hungry humans are just a bunch of beasts in human skin, who are not afraid to use the flesh and blood of their own kind to satisfy their hunger.

"And she hasn't realized something even more serious: this kind of productivity is not something the Terrans can quickly build up on their own."

The land's produce will not change because of your passion or ideals. Even with active efforts to build a base, Terra's agricultural conditions make it impossible to feed everyone, which is an objective fact. Relying on the wealthy can alleviate the problem, but it cannot solve it.

No matter what ideals or revolutionary fervor you have, barren land, without the support of modern agricultural technology, simply cannot be grown. Wheat takes 190 days to grow, and it won't become 120 days because of your revolutionary fervor and ideology.

Water conservancy, improved varieties, irrigation, and agricultural technology all require a long time to hone. This is much more miserable than the workers of Rembiton, who at least have a huge site for excavating ruins and can make international purchases at will—and they don’t seem to have thought about the blood on the back of these purchased grains.

However, Talulah is different. The people of Rembiton can only liberate themselves, and there's nothing wrong with that.

However, for her to liberate everyone means that she must first feed everyone, which is impossible given Terra's agricultural structure, objective conditions, and level of technological penetration.

"There are two methods. The first is to wait for an alien agricultural expert to fall from the sky, and then, with a selfless spirit, use his skills to clear the wilderness and provide her with enough food to fill the gap free of charge."

"That's you..."

“Yeah, so why should I?” Old Xia tilted his head. “Doesn’t that mean I’ve become a serf? Being exploited for no compensation, my labor output is used to support another group of people or a class. This is a step backward. Don’t think that just because a large group of people enslaves a small group of people, it’s not slavery!”

"Oppressing and killing a portion of the population to improve agricultural conditions to a point where they can feed the rest of the population—this cleaver must cut itself before it can cut others."

"This is what I'm doing now: killing off all the other low-competitive stuff, taking control of Terra's food production, and then maximizing food production for profit, because right now it's an era of supply falling short of demand. When supply exceeds demand, that's when the Talulah ideal will begin."

"In this process, many people will die, a great many, including the infected and innocent civilians. Of course, nobles and royalty will probably die as well, since industrial furnaces, even agricultural ones, are not very picky about the origin of the firewood..."

Just like the Industrial Revolution, what was burned down was not only the landless peasants, but also the crowns and glory of the nobles. Their family honor, dignity and estates collapsed in the face of the black smoke of industry. The number of nobles who lost their family name, status and wealth was no less than that of the peasants who lost their land.

Of course, the early factory owners and capitalists who lost everything and froze to death on the streets were no more fair-skinned and delicate than the corpses of beggars.

“I’m just letting you know in advance because we’re going to need to establish a nearby agricultural base in Kazdel and Sargon, which is what I just mentioned. A lot of people will die there. I hope you won’t feel any resistance because of your sympathy for the infected or any other emotions.”

Although Lao Xia's image was no better than that of a devil in the eyes of some people, he was no different from an angel in the eyes of the infected and the lower classes.

He provided jobs and decent wages for the infected, built better residential dormitories for the poor than the old shacks, and gave hope and a chance to survive to both the survivors on the Ursus snowfields and the desperate people in the Lungmen slums, as well as the dignity of them as laborers.

Wearing the Xia Group uniform, even if it's just a factory worker's uniform, they won't face any discrimination on the street. No guards will chase them away, and no mall security guards will stop them or look at them with scrutinizing eyes.

Most importantly, when they walk in public, they can naturally put their hands in their pockets instead of awkwardly leaving them hanging out.

Because they are now members of the respectable community in the old town, or rather, Lungmen, they have enough wages to support themselves and spend their money. Therefore, they are customers now, not potential thieves or beggars.

This situation in China is extremely rare, but it's more common in Europe and America. If you look like someone from a poor family or that is Black, it's best not to put your hands in your pockets when entering places like shopping malls.

Because they will not hesitate to suspect you of being a thief, that you stole something and hid it inside your clothes—this is from a street interview in the United States…

However, what he was about to do was not so different from what demons do; in fact, it was literally, thoroughly, completely, and cruelly destroying Kazdel's agricultural production, killing or turning all those who relied on manors, plantations, and farming to make a living into "scum" in the factories—literally, scum squeezed dry.

Only by killing them can we release enough fertile land for large-scale agricultural production. Otherwise, with that fragmented and broken land distribution, where eight landlords can be crammed into a square kilometer, large-scale mechanized agricultural production is out of the question. So, whether they are landlords, manor owners, nobles, or self-cultivating farmers, they all have to die!

Driven to bankruptcy, then acquired at low prices, the land is consolidated into a large enough, highly efficient farmland that can be mechanized. In this process, those who cannot master the new era's skills in time, those who cannot adapt in time, are doomed to die, and no one will sympathize with them.

Especially when Lao Xia tries to accelerate what is theoretically a process of normal social change that takes decades, the cruelty and tragedy may exceed anyone's imagination of the word "cruelty"—"bones exposed in the wild, no roosters crowing for miles" is not an adjective, but a statement.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Persecution of Old Cat

Chapter 39

"Boss Xia, did you receive the biological samples I mailed to you?" Kal'tsit said on the other end of the communicator, while reaching out to push aside the little donkey...rabbit who was trying to snatch the microphone. "What were the results?"

"We've used them all." Old Xia gave a thumbs up. "They're very useful."

"Hmm, were all the tests used? And what were the results?"

"The cells have moderate activity, and the growth of nerve fibers and the integration of the sympathetic nervous system with the machine are very good. There was no obvious maladaptation when transplanted into the optical neural network."

However, there might be other factors involved; that sensing ability could originate from Originium colloidal particles within the cell that encapsulate fragments of abnormal genetic material.

Old Xia glanced down at his previous experimental report. "Finally, I tried to isolate that part of the genetic material fragment and then transferred the trait gene into normal somatic cells, resulting in a hybrid embryo. So far, it is growing well."

“Well, I didn’t ask you to check those things. I meant, is Amiya’s bloodline a Carter’s or… or Amiya’s…”

"Huh, what pedigree testing?" Old Xia was completely confused. "Didn't you send me the biological samples to do tissue culture and embryo experiments?"

"What?! Embryo development experiments?! What heinous things have you done?!"

"Ah, no, you sent me such a strange thing. Aren't you planning to develop an undeveloped embryonic individual to see if this inorganic virus, which contains abnormal genetic fragments and is suspected to be composed of Originium, is harmful?"

Clearly, Kal'tsit's riddle has once again backfired on her. Of course, it's also possible that it simply tricked Amiya.

"You're a regular at the lab, so the test request form should be described in clinical terms. It took me ages to figure out what you're up to."

But don't worry, if there's no fetal heartbeat, it's not a living being and won't become a second Amiya—well, I mean, a hybrid of Amiya and an unknown DNA donor.

"I..." The doctor's spine was itching to try, and he almost summoned the M3 to try and hit someone through the network cable. What the hell are you trying to do with a mixed-race child?

Is it possible for Amiya to become a mother before she's even 5 years old? Of course, this only refers to her DNA as a donor, not her actual parenting style.

After all, you can't consider the gene bank provider as the recipient's father, which would make the legality of IVF a little complicated, since the other party is just a provider.

But upon closer reflection, it seems that I didn't make things clear on the testing form. "Okay, what else did you do?"

"I conducted tissue culture, neural connection experiments, neural conduction experiments, and Originium effect field sensing experiments. I also developed a network communication structure based on this. Oh, and I also developed a rudimentary communication protocol."

"Mr. Xia, you are truly...learned and talented!!"