Black Technology: Starting From the Space Jumping Machine Chapter 84

  Chapter 84 After the decline of civilization

  Black Territory Calendar 1001.

   Derek woke up in a daze. This was the first time he fell asleep after playing in the virtual pod until he was exhausted. Relying on the breathing light of the virtual cabin to light up slightly, he suddenly remembered that today is the day for welfare payments!

  So I hurriedly disarmed the somatosensory simulator of the virtual cabin, came from the virtual cabin full of body odor to the dim room, and finally found my portable computer after digging left and right in the messy room.

  【Mr. Derek, the loan you applied for in our company was rejected because you did not purchase the corresponding skills in your chip, considering your actual repayment ability, please.】

   (alien swear words)!

  My ancestor was a first-level researcher who entered the space bubble with a doctor!

  He alone ate all the suffering of our offspring! What seems to be the loan company's turn to bully me?

   Derek crossed out the message angrily.

  【Mr. Derek, the contribution points issued by the research institute to your account have been converted into 1934 contribution points according to your region. Please check it! if any】

   (even worse alien swear words)!

  The research institute seems to be declining more and more!

  How could the descendants of the doctor degenerate to such a degree? Has the contribution point been deducted?

   It's not true that the research institute is still insisting on returning quality, as the rumors on the Internet say?

  Has the cause of the split three hundred years ago been eliminated from the implanted chips of that group of people?

  After the contribution points are confirmed, 80% of them will be deducted immediately. The mortgage has lasted for more than three hundred years, but since he took over the loan from his father a hundred years ago, every time he sees the loan, Derek will be furious.

   "If the research institute doesn't decline, all these blood-sucking companies inside will have to ask me for interest-free loans!"

   The impotent and furious Derek obviously had enough spraying, so he could only comfort himself.

   "Forget it! Give me something good first!"

   Derek clicked on the shopping bar on his laptop, and spent a lot of money to buy synthetic meat and synthetic food. These foods are obviously not enough for one person.

  But Derek, who saved most of the contribution points, operated his personal laptop to jump to another interface,

  It contains all the 'good things' that I am going to buy, so that I can forget my troubles and pains.

   After seeing that the consumption was almost the same, Derek moved to the android mall module. He first salivated and looked at the exquisite bionic lizardmen on the front page. After seeing the long list of numbers below, he cursed the capitalists while flipping through the list backwards.

  Finally, from the dozen or so cheapest bionics, a bionic with blond hair and shiny scales was selected that looked more pleasing to the eye.

  Derek took advantage of a little more money, so he simply hired the bionic man for 6 hours, intending to let him clean the sour-smelling room after venting his desire.

  After completing this series of operations, Derek yawned thinking about protruding the scales on his abdomen, and went to the bathroom for a long-lost bath.

   This room is very small, even less than 10 square meters in size, and can only accommodate a virtual cabin, a bathroom, and a few cabinets for storing items.

  It is said to be a bathroom, but in fact there is no such thing as water.

  The so-called bathing is nothing more than atomized nano-robots cleaning the body surface over and over again

   "Wow~~"

  It seems that the debris by the door was pushed down, and Derek guessed that the drone was coming. Just feeling hungry, he walked out of the atomized air and walked from the bathroom to the door naked.

  A large package was quietly placed on the aisle. Derek tore open the box roughly, and all kinds of items in the package were scattered all over the place in an instant.

  Tearing open the cooked artificial meat vacuum bag, Derek swallowed without eating.

   How long ago was the last time you ate meat from an animal?

  It seems that when the ancestor with a blurred face woke up from the frozen hibernation, he took himself to the so-called high-end restaurant, and used expensive contribution points to eat a small piece of real meat.

   Oh, what a fool at that time!

  If I can keep that money, I should be able to buy better gear and kill people in VR!

   Derek, who gave up thinking, burped, grabbed a small bottle of cheap hallucinogenic liquid and drank most of it, as if he could only drink water at this time.

   "Ding Dong~~"

come yet? Derek was full of wine and food, and it happened to be the moment when his desire was high. Regardless of whether there was anyone outside the corridor, he opened the door naked.

  I haven't gone out for several years, right? The last time I went out seemed to be to the medical center on the 200th floor for a physical examination of citizen welfare?

   Forget it, why think so much?

   Civilization has been locked, who can live a day to day?

  A bionic robot that looked like a lizardman appeared in front of him, and without thinking too much, he pulled the bionic robot into the room.

  After a quarter of an hour, with a low growl, Derek felt that his ideological realm was comparable to that of the doctor who saved the entire ethnic group from the black domain.

   "Clean the room well!"

  As soon as Derek was done, he took out the 'good stuff' from the package that had just arrived, and started ingesting it while ordering the bionic man to clean the room for himself.

  Watching the bionic man stained with his own body fluids clean up the room little by little, Derek, who was about to enter the virtual cabin, became a little irritable, feeling that its every move was mocking his own incompetence.

  The tyrannical mood spread, and an impulse to beat the bionic man to vent his anger occupied his mind, but in a blink of an eye he was filled with timidity again.

   Even the cheapest model is not something he can afford. Once maliciously damaged, his contribution points may be deducted for more than ten years before he can barely pay off the compensation. At that time, his house that had been used for three generations had already been auctioned off!

   Tut!

   Tut! Tsk!

  Turned over irritably, grabbed the bionic man and pressed it to the ground, and started a new round of venting desire.

  After the second time, Derek's exhausted body could no longer hold on, and he fell asleep outside the virtual cabin for the first time in a long time.

   And when he woke up, the whole room looked brand new, everything was neatly arranged, only the bionic man had disappeared.

   Derek, who felt that all this should be taken for granted, stretched his waist, and couldn't wait to get into the virtual cabin and started the virtual reality game that lasted for dozens of days.

  The nutrition needed by the body depends on the direct input of the nutrient solution provided by the virtual cabin into the body, and the main body can indulge in the virtual for a long time without waking up.

  In the space bubble of Base No. 52, high-rise buildings with a height of three to four hundred floors occupy most of the space, and the residents living inside may even never leave a high-rise building for a lifetime.

   This is obviously a very grand picture of civilization, but in fact, these high-rise buildings have shown signs of dilapidation, and the atmosphere of dilapidation and decadence is filled with them.

   Residents like Derek can be found everywhere in a building. They have no desire to court, can't engage in labor, and live on welfare money left by their ancestors who have been frozen into hibernation.

   This civilization, which avoided the black domain, did not seem to be striving to become stronger in Base 52, but showed a trend of great decline.

   This is the first-hand information fed back by the sophon computer through interspace communication after it sneaked in.

  (end of this chapter)

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