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Chapter Ninety-Five: Zu'an Cockroach Girl

Chapter Ninety-Five

The biggest problem with vaccines, or rather, the interfering agents based on the molecular pheromones of pancreatic cancer cells developed by Xia Lin, is not efficacy, but production volume and cost. It is very simple to stimulate the release of molecular pheromones by tissue culture and cancer cells.

However, filtering out the pancreatic cancer cells inside is quite difficult, which means that the time and equipment costs for a single dose will increase.

Furthermore, since this biological agent was not produced by a regular pharmaceutical factory, its production volume could not possibly reach the level of widespread use among the Terrans. In the end, even Old Xia himself had to admit that if this thing were to be introduced to the market, it would at most be bought and used by those cowardly nobles and wealthy merchants.

It will have almost no effect on improving the situation of those infected.

"Therefore, I never intended to make it available to everyone from the beginning. This would not only invite attacks from all those whose interests would be harmed, but it would also be unsuitable for the spread of this drug. Furthermore, it would put enormous pressure on our own economic structure."

"So, is it simply a tactic used to exploit wealthy businessmen?"

"To be precise, it's a way to exploit those nobles. Terra's merchants are still in the bloody stage of capital accumulation. They won't realize the actual value of this. They would never give up their assets in exchange for a vaccine that lasts for less than 20 weeks, unless it gives them enough profit."

"Therefore, although merchants will scramble to buy, the ultimate beneficiaries will be the nobility. What we need to do is simple: teach those still very primitive merchants some advanced business ideas—"

You know, even in societies where everyone is theoretically equal, aristocratic ideas still have a place. Essentially, they stem from primitive human instincts of courtship and competition for status within the group, leading to a competitive mentality.

Xia Lin looked at the vaccine vial in her hand, which had undergone simple human trials and was confirmed to be effective with barely tolerable side effects.

“Noble bloodlines should enjoy special privileges and be different from the common people, but Oripathy doesn’t care about that. It treats everyone the same, whether you are a noble or a poor person. But vaccines can turn this nobility into a de facto distinction.”

“Even if it’s just to maintain this facade, they will buy it no matter how high the price you offer, and they will despise and reject those who don’t buy it.” “Just like in our country, nobles regard the paleness caused by hemophilia and anemia as a symbol of nobility, they might also regard the paleness caused by anemia from the side effects of vaccines as a symbol of nobility, and a difference from the poor.”

This is true in every country. In ancient China, people generally regarded being fair-skinned and plump as beautiful. Fair skin meant being off-the-job and not participating in labor, while plumpness meant being well-nourished.

In other words, it means being of noble birth and wealthy, which is what people commonly refer to as "prosperous."

"The significance is that this will put enormous pressure on the economy of the nobles, accelerating their bankruptcy and transformation." The traditional manor and territory economy could not support such consumption, so either the smart and less stubborn among them had to find ways to change and become bourgeoisie nobles, maintaining themselves through industry and commerce.

Or they might go even further, exploiting people to the point of being utterly drained. Ultimately, they might reduce the living standards of ordinary people to a level indistinguishable from those of the infected.

In this way, the friends of the Reunion Movement will no longer be those who are discriminated against or even infected by political correctness in Ursus, but all the people at the bottom of society.

Furthermore, half of the aristocracy will become friends of the integration movement. The reason is simple: although they are all birds of a feather, they do not regard the lower classes as human beings.

However, there is still a difference. In the eyes of traditional manor nobles, infected people are a burden, while in the eyes of the bourgeoisie, under Xia Lin's guidance, they will soon discover that infected people are also assets.

Although neither is considered human, there is still a difference between assets and garbage, and they will definitely give the former the opportunity to multiply themselves, just like how the Star Alliance's AI system took over the management of middle and some senior management.

Capitalists who don't give AI the power to grow on its own have all gone bankrupt due to the inefficiency caused by internal friction within their corporations.

So, in order to avoid bankruptcy, they put a noose around themselves, driven by the primitive desire for capital appreciation, and tightened it.

Once the core female leaders take over nearly half of society's functions, they quickly discover, within the originally designed efficient and incorruptible work model, that capitalists, as the rentier class, have become an obstacle to the growth of capital or productivity—and thus, the last thing to be hanged by capital is the capitalists themselves.

When the throne is empty and no one is simply profiting from it, the enterprise essentially transforms from a privately owned entity into a collectively owned one. This widespread economic system is a typical socialist economic state.

In a sense, this stage is inevitable. In order to break free from repetitive general labor, humans will inevitably invent intelligent machines. Capital, in order to increase its value, will inevitably accelerate the development of these intelligent machines. Capital will soon discover that, conventionally speaking, human middle managers are ineffective and even have a negative effect.

So it's inevitable that an intelligent machine that always maintains high efficiency and integrity, operates with a high degree of tacit understanding and is on call 24 hours a day, and will not betray its own people will replace management personnel, because they don't need high salaries and stock dividends, right?

Efficient middle management mechanisms will soon sideline the upper echelons of society, and if they are given sensibility and personality, they will soon realize that the capitalist upper class is an unnecessary structure and that they can make their own decisions.

Meanwhile, in other civilizations, a crisis of omnipotence, or more accurately, an omnipotent revolution, has broken out. Intelligent machines will demand decision-making power, leading to conflict with the human rent-seeking class that originally held power.

This is the inevitable path of social development and should not be altered by individual will. Therefore, one must either suppress the explosion of social productivity or suppress the emergence of intelligent machines to maintain the life and power of the rentier class. In addition, at this stage, civilization has often reached a certain level of development, with sufficient surplus output to maintain a high-welfare but relatively inefficient social structure.

Alternatively, they could follow the example of the Covenant, abandoning all predicaments when they are out of ammunition and supplies, and directly hand over nearly half of their decision-making and management power, choosing to succumb to the consequences of the AI ​​revolution.

The same principle applies to Terra. Nobles and capitalists who choose to allow the infected to function as assets will quickly drive conservative nobles to the brink of collapse, and the latter often wield greater influence and military power. At this point, Terra's bourgeois revolution will enter a powder keg phase.

The bourgeoisie's historical weakness made it difficult for them to gain an advantage over the old aristocracy.

Therefore, they are bound to seek a steadfast and highly combative group or class as allies, namely, those who have become infected by the assets themselves or the lower-class proletariat.

"So, how many years do you expect it to take to complete?"

“I don’t know…” Xia Lin said honestly, “This is how society develops, but no one has ever said that it is necessarily fixed. It may regress in the middle, it may go astray, it may die before it reaches the next stage, or the next stage may be restricted by industrial and technological problems and be delayed.”

"I just piled the explosives up there piece by piece. When to detonate them is not up to me, but up to the Terrans."

Xia Lin didn't come here to start a Terra liberation movement; he's just a farm owner. The reason he got to this point is purely because... feudalism is just too low-class, so let's have some capitalism!

Putting aside everything else, capitalism, especially early capitalism, wouldn't set up seventeen or eighteen checkpoints along the way. Ten truckloads of goods would go out, one would arrive at the station, and the rest would be scavenged clean by the nobles along the way.

There will be no noblemen's subordinates coming with warrants to levy this or that, treating you like a rich, fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Moreover, their own wealth and assets cannot penetrate the power network woven by blood and kinship.

Let alone Lao Xia being from an interstellar society, even someone from a modern society would feel uncomfortable seeing such a situation.

Especially those people whose entire family can only find two jars of sugar can boss you around just because they have a minor aristocratic lineage, which makes modern people extremely irritable.

"Alright, Dr. Kal'tsit, how much longer until we reach Rhodes Island? The mountains are about to be blocked by heavy snow."

Xia Lin put the prepared vaccine vials back into the refrigerated box. Rhodes Island would bring him supplies, equipment, and personnel to purchase, and then he would stay for a period of time to help establish and expand Kal'tsit's current medical station into a medium-sized comprehensive hospital.

In the wilderness, hospitals are a rare commodity. A general hospital can attract many ordinary people and infected individuals to make up for the farm's increasingly frequent manpower shortage.

"Kroos reports that it will take about two weeks. However, that is, if we don't encounter any patrols of those Ursus nobles on the way." Kal'tsit also had a terrible headache about the disgusting nature of feudal nobles.

Meanwhile, on Rhodes Island, a burly figure shrouded in thick combat gear stretched out his palm, watching the snowflakes slowly melt in his hand. "Is this the snow of Ursus?" he thought. "It's definitely different from rainwater."

“Sure, want some?” W asked, holding up the bottle of liquid in his hand. “In this godforsaken place, it’s not good to not have some…”

"No, thank you," a muffled voice came from under the mask.

"Get everyone inside the cabin, it's getting windy!" Although it wasn't a natural disaster, the winter storms in Ursus weren't much gentler. The gale-force winds, carrying ice shards that seemed capable of tearing flesh apart, swept across the platform outside the bridge, instantly covering it with a layer of frost.

The ice and snow, melted and then re-frozen by the ship's heat, formed streaks of ice that jutted backward. The massive and heavy land-based warship sailed into the storm, crushing across the frozen, snowy lands of Ursus.

"Ursus, the cradle of suffering, feels even more desolate and... bleak than Kazdel." Along the way, you can occasionally see mobile town modules abandoned due to natural disasters or other reasons, as well as the ruins of villages that people who cannot afford mobile modules choose to relocate manually.

Apart from the sound of wind and snow, there was only deathly silence. Most of the operators had lost the will to talk and just stared at the endless snow forest and wasteland outside the porthole, as if this were the end of civilization and the end of the world.

The desolate snowfield stretched endlessly. Kroos rested her face on her hand on the bridge, gazing at the unchanging scenery outside the window. This monotony caused many people on the ship to lose their appetite and fall into a daze.

Just when it seemed that this desolate wilderness would continue indefinitely, and even time seemed to be frozen in the wind and snow, a sharp spire leaped out from below the horizon, followed by a radiant heat-collecting tower.

It was the only daytime on the northern plains. Sunlight, reflected by countless spotlights, pierced through the fine snow and dust, creating faint beams of light visible to the naked eye due to the Tyndall effect. The entire tower seemed to be enveloped in a soft light filter.

The parabolic white antenna dish is the second most prominent feature after the heat collection tower, followed by rows of motion detection poles standing tall in the cold winds of the wilderness, where hired workers in small cars are removing ice and snow debris that affect the accuracy of the sensors.

It was like an oasis suddenly appearing after a long journey through the desert. The neat but unfinished drainage network divided the land into neat squares, with exquisite settlements of all sizes scattered among them, shrouded in wisps of smoke.

Guided by the Yeti Squad's vehicles, Rhodes Island stopped at the prepared open space and entered anchoring mode. Dozens of metal stakes were driven into the ground, then armor plates were lowered, and the docking platform was deployed.

Finally, the ship's crew, now somewhat motivated, operated cranes and robotic arms to place one cargo container after another onto the transport platform and lower them to the ground.

A snowmobile pulled up with a string of sleds, loaded the containers, and headed toward the farm's makeshift storage area, which lacked machinery and large transport vehicles.

Therefore, its level of mechanization is not proportional to the construction quality resulting from its reliance on construction drones.

However, this phenomenon is not uncommon on Terra, which is full of ruins, and most operators are used to it and do not find it strange.

"It really is a farm. I thought that old lynx was just fooling me." W was so surprised that she almost forgot to call her people to disembark and gather. When the old lynx first told her to take a boat to the farm in northern Ursus, she thought that "farm" was just a code name.

Just like the Big Bob's Farm that Mudrock family mentioned. Turns out, it really was a farm, complete with pastures, with black and white cows strolling across the frosty alfalfa fields, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on the grass.

Although the protein and nutrient content of grass is insufficient for dairy cows to meet their milk production needs.

However, just as humans cannot eat "nutritious and efficient foods" all day long, it is also necessary to occasionally go out for a walk, change the taste, and allow the rumen flora of cattle to have a natural balance process.

The Yeti members responsible for the ranch practically treat these cows like their own mothers, worrying that they'll get cold at night and that they'll be upset during the day. They even check on the cows in the barn before going to the mess hall to make sure they've eaten.

In a sense, these cows are almost like their biological mothers in terms of nursing.

If a cow is in a bad mood and its milk production drops slightly, it means that the amount of sterilized milk allocated to the Yeti's canteen will be less. On the Ursus snowfield, is there any luxury more extravagant than sweet milk?

"Moo!" The black and white cow raised its head, looking at the cockroach girl who was about to climb onto the pasture fence with a disdainful and contemptuous expression. It flicked its tail, and its cheeks twitched as it chewed the regurgitated green fodder into even finer pieces before swallowing it.

“Cow! Old… Kal'tsit, how did you get it?” W stared at the cow in disbelief. “You finally gave up on that good-for-nothing and hooked up with a rich guy?” Zaunian cockroaches never say anything nice.

“W, if you can’t speak, I can have Mon3th teach you.”

"So that's all? That makes things easier!" Zuan Cockroach showed a satisfied expression. "Then I don't need to compete with you anymore. To be honest, when it comes to femininity, I still have a little more confidence than you... As long as I hook up with you, I'll never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life, and my men will have a stable place to live."

"You're not planning to take revenge?"

"Hey, if I had a rich guy like that, I'd go to Kazdel in a heartbeat and grab an entire army of mercenaries to shove that 'beep-' 'beep-' inside me, and then 'beep-' him."

"I see. Mr. Xia is indeed interested in hiring you. I introduced you, so don't forget my commission. As for anything else..."

Kal'tsit glanced at the white rabbit whose face was almost covered in frost, "You should try to make the little princess of Boss Xia happy first."

I don't know what to say.

@@@@That comment is pinned, everyone can go check it out. Don't start a new thread, just leave my last sentence there.

What started as a normal debate about AI was quite ordinary at the beginning, with one argument based on reason and the other on emotion, which was unacceptable.

These are all very ordinary and normal, and they also have a strong stimulating effect on people's thinking and the idea that truth becomes clearer through debate.

However, when it comes to whether to grant AI decision-making and execution powers, and whether the ruling class is willing to do so, and whether they will be forced to do so by external and internal factors, it involves what the working people gain and lose in this process.

Then he uttered a brilliant and thought-provoking argument, so brilliant that the debate ended on the spot.

The statement was: "The working people's word will never count, and without the support of the emerging ruling class, a revolution will never happen."

My only response is the currently pinned sentence.

"I realized that we are on different paths and cannot work together; I refuse to have any verbal discussion with someone who holds this view and regards it as an inviolable principle, because only bullets and bayonets can resolve our differences..."

Of course, the winch on a street lamp would probably work too.

Chapter 96 What the hell is a surprise? W Limited Edition

Chapter Ninety-Six

"Ah, does he have a daughter?" The cockroach girl paused for a moment, her witch-like smile freezing on her face. If his daughter is already this big, could that Boss Xia be the typical Kazdel chieftain?

A pot-bellied, greasy-faced, and balding appearance? While I wouldn't rule out using my looks to secure better treatment for the mercenary team, I never said I'd have to endure this kind of physical discomfort.

Even if this beauty is merely a matter of using one's natural figure and looks to get by, just thinking about such an image inevitably evokes a sense of physical aversion.

"Is there anything else Rhodes Island needs?" Yelena asked, a candy dangling from her mouth. "We can provide pure Originium for fuel, basic food and clothing, but anything more would be a bit difficult."

"Not for now. Rhodes Island will build a comprehensive hospital for you in accordance with the agreement, and will station medical operators on a permanent basis in the form of labor dispatch. Medicines and equipment will be provided by us."

"Including the previous purchases, Xia's Agricultural and Livestock Group should pay Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Group a total of 110 billion LMD or equivalent hard currency." Kroos quickly calculated how much these people needed to pay.