Super Dimension Technology Era

It has been two full months since the Shinra Federation surrendered.

The city of Moscow is currently under the control of the New Human Army.

Bykov, who is responsible for cleaning Moscow State University, is sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom. The abnormal weather has triggered a stress response in the flowers, plants and trees, and the leaves have fallen all over the ground before autumn.

After sweeping away the dead branches and leaves, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. After wiping it with his sleeve, he subconsciously touched his pocket.

Bekov paused, and then he realized that the supply of cigarettes had been cut off for more than half a year. After entering the wartime state, all cigarettes and other products had been discontinued.

Now that the new humans rule Moscow, they will not exclusively supply cigarettes to the old humans.

After finding a clean stone step, Bekov sat down and looked into the distance with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes. The sky, which was previously a bit purplish-blue, has now returned to normal.

His job is to clean two nearby teaching buildings, a small square and four walkways, just to make sure there is no obvious garbage.

As a native Muscovite, the 58-year-old Bykov was born in the glory days of Chelusia, grew up in the period of overlords where chauvinism prevailed, worked under Gottuk, witnessed the collapse of the unbreakable alliance, and understood that you can’t be a dog-licker. It's a good death, just muddling through more than ten years under strongman politics.

He thought this would be the end of his life, but he didn't expect that he would witness history again, three days of desperate virus torture, followed by the barely surviving Shinra Federation and the new humanity that was overwhelming the world.

Not even half a year after the establishment of the Shinra Federation, together with the Illuminati, they were defeated miserably at the hands of the new humans, and they fled to alien planets with their remnants.

Now he becomes a sanitation worker under the new human rule.

Bekov feels very confused about the future. How the new humanity will treat them has become an undercurrent within the old humanity, and many people are uneasy.

A middle-aged Slavic bearded man, holding a newspaper in his hand, hurriedly ran over from outside the small square. The bearded man gasped: "Phew! Old man, something big happened."

Bekov felt nervous, stood up quickly and asked, "What happened?"

The bearded man pushed the newspaper over and said, "Look at this."

After taking the newspaper, which was a Moscow Daily News, Bykov saw the big headline on the front page at a glance.

[Indigenous resettlement plan...]

After reading the specific content, Bekov realized how terrible this resettlement plan was.

The Aboriginal resettlement plan is exactly the same as the old human disposal bill in the new human-controlled area, and is even more harsh.

For example, after being assigned a residential area, you must obtain approval to leave the local area. You have no citizenship or reproductive rights, and can only engage in some dirty work.

Comprehensively absorb children and young children, conduct independent collective education, and no longer allow non-new humans to raise and educate the new generation.

Fundamentally and completely eliminate the inheritance of Slavic and Gallic cultures. These cultures only need to become research materials in museums. A unified society does not need too many different cultures.

The old humanity is destined to be completely eliminated. There is no spaceship to carry them in the new era. After all, the escapees from the Shinra Federation have all abandoned the form of the old humanity. This is the self-denial of the old humanity.

Bykov stared blankly at the newspaper. Although everyone saved their lives, the price was very high.

As for the uprising, the nanorobots of the New Humanity have already been deployed throughout the city of Moscow. A group of troublemakers were decomposed into soil and returned to nature.

"Andrei, accept your fate! At least we are still alive." Bykov sighed.

But the bearded Andrew mocked and replied: "Alive? After this bill is implemented, what is the difference between us living and dead?"

Bekov said lonely: "Our generation has no hope. I hope young people can join the new humanity and continue our Slavic people!"

The decadent bearded Andrew sat on the steps, crying helplessly and unwillingly.

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Katyusha Bekov is responsible for paying wages to the workers. She paid the sanitation workers a week's wages through computer data.

Old human workers in Moscow City were paid weekly wages. According to calculations by supercomputers and artificial intelligence, they could receive varying wages of 50 to 200 Chinese yuan a week.

After Katyusha paid the last worker her wages, she pressed the noon break button, and a Russian noon break message popped up in her window.

But she didn't really rest. Instead, she compiled other people's data, checked the data, and uploaded it to the main server of the Citizen Service Bank.

Other bank employees are very envious of Katyusha, because in the six Moscow branches of Citizen Service Bank, except for a dozen new human directors, other employees have recruited old humans as temporary workers.

As one of the few people who understand Chinese, Katyusha's status has naturally increased. She is an important person responsible for the communication of new humans and the management of local old humans.

After being busy for more than an hour, Katyusha went to the canteen to grab a lunch. She ate her lunch alone at the dining table.

A simple lunch of 0.5 yuan, white bread, beef stewed with potatoes, stir-fried loofah and a small apple.

She ate with gusto. After more than half a year of food distribution control, Katyusha finally understood what her father said about the tragedy of the 1990s. If you have not experienced it, you will not understand how luxurious these simple foods are.

During the Shinra Federation, she was only allocated two meals a day. Lunch was dry big ribs and pickled cucumbers; dinner was dry big ribs or barley rice, plus a small piece of sausage and a little carrot.

At first, the Shinra Federation distributed more food, but as time went by, the food became less and less day by day.

In April, we could barely eat enough, and in May, only about 60% of the food was left. By June, many people had to go to the suburbs to look for wild mushrooms and vegetables.

Now she felt how happy it was to be able to have enough to eat.

Spending 0.5 Chinese yuan per meal is a very luxurious thing in Moscow today. Ordinary workers can only spend 0.1 to 0.2 Chinese yuan per meal.

Many people purchase ingredients directly from the grain supply and marketing cooperative and cook for themselves. Except for singles who will eat in the canteen, old humans with family members will not choose to eat in the canteen.

As the only legal currency of the new humanity, the purchasing power of Huayuan is unprecedentedly high, especially for food. One yuan can buy 8 to 9 kilograms of flour, or 3 to 4 kilograms of pork and mutton.

After eating every last bit of the meal, Katyusha drank a glass of boiled water, then sat at the dining table and gnawed on a small apple while taking out the Xinhua dictionary and the Chinese CET-4 assessment textbook.

Katyusha, who has passed the Chinese Level 2 exam before, is now preparing to take the Chinese Level 4 exam.

To enter the new human society, level 8 in Chinese is one of the basic requirements. She does not want to live in the hopeless old human society her whole life, and striving to become a new human is the real way out.

The street outside the cafeteria was deserted. It has experienced continuous changes for more than half a year. Moscow, which used to have a population of tens of millions, now has less than two million people left.

In Moscow in October, the cold air from the Arctic has begun to invade.

The old humans walking on the streets either had numb eyes, cold faces, or were coming and going in a hurry.

Moscow does not believe in tears.

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