This kind of conversation made Ava feel a tacit understanding, because she did not have to explain more details to Hesta. Unlike Alja and the others, Hesta had lived in the wasteland when she was a child, and she had seen the world outside the habitable place.
In livable areas, the standard line for young pregnant women is raised to 20 years old. Their appearance is usually accompanied by poverty and premature dropout of school, and then they enter marriage or cohabitation and start their own women's lives; young pregnant women in the wilderness They are usually victims of human trafficking and forced prostitution. They were conceived without knowing anything about themselves. Some had to have repeated miscarriages, and some could only give birth to the child. These young girls are like pieces of merchandise, hung at the bottom of different chains.
Ava leaned back on the chair, her eyebrows slightly frowning due to physical pain.
"Are you okay?" Hesta asked.
The old man didn't say anything. She was still thinking about the midwifery injection. This midwifery needle can indeed save many lives on the operating table, especially for women in livable areas - it can further reduce maternal mortality in various regions.
But could it also push them further forward to have children?
The situation in the wasteland will only get worse. The recommended minimum age for surrogate mothers is 21 years old. In actual operations, girls of 19, 18 or even younger are often involved. How can this age be lowered in the future? degree?
And those businessmen, as the "service life" of the girls in their hands increases, how much industry can they expand with the profits they extract from them?
Ava opened her eyes, "Do you think it deserves an award, Jane?"
Hesta frowned slightly but did not answer.
"It's alive," Ava's eyes fell back to the documents in front of her, murmuring to herself, "What's the point of living like an animal?"
"It seems meaningless," Hesta continued softly, "But living like an animal is still living. No matter what kind of 'living', it is far better than 'death' prematurely."
Ava's frown deepened. To a certain extent, she agreed with this statement, but...
Hesta continued, "So even if this award is awarded in the end, I can understand it. After all, technology is neutral, and it is people who do evil."
Ava suddenly laughed, "Many people say this, 'Technology is neutral, people are the ones doing evil'."
"Don't you think so?"
"Yes," Ava raised her head, "Not only do I think it's not the case, but I also want to make a wild argument: just because technology itself has no tendency, all technologies will be used for evil, and all technologies will be used for evil first. The iterative efficiency of technology in evil deeds will be far higher than in other directions——"
At this moment, the doorbell rang outside the study. Hesta turned around and saw Alja walking in with water and pills.
"After taking the medicine, it's time for a lunch break." Alja put the things on Ava's table, "You have been chatting all morning, don't you miss this moment?"
Ava nodded in agreement.
When Alja left, Hesta said softly: "Then I'll go down first and come back to you in the evening."
"No need." Ava whispered. She closed her eyes and rested for a while, and her expression gradually returned to its usual calmness. "Did you listen carefully to every one of the discussions in the morning?"
"Yeah." Hesta nodded.
"Besides the one just now, what other impressive projects do you have?"
"They are all pretty good, including some projects that were rejected this year," Hestad replied, "but among so many fields, I feel that the projects in the engineering field are of the highest quality..."
Obviously, Hestad had never heard of the name of the "Morgan Award" before - engineering is the best. This is for sure, because Ava herself is an engineering background, and the original "Morgan Award" only had one field of engineering. Medicine and law were added later.
Regarding the question "To what extent is Hesta ignorant of everything in the livable land?", the answers Ava has received in the past few days have been constantly refreshing her knowledge, but at this moment, the old man listened with great benefit. These compliments—her lack of understanding made her feelings more believable.
When Hesta finished speaking, Ava looked at her: "...As a side question, do you never read newspapers or watch TV?"
"I don't have time." Hestad replied honestly. "This period of time with you is the most relaxing vacation I have had in years... Can you tell me more about the 'Morgan Award'? These ladies will win after they win." How about it?"
"Looking at it by category, if it is a scholar award, we will allocate a separate scientific research fund. The amount is usually twice the highest scientific research fund amount awarded to researchers of the same level in her region. As for the 'pioneer' award, it is The jury will make a budget based on the social experiment project that the winner intends to implement, and then decide how much money to award.”
“How much does it cost to set up a fund like yours?”
"It doesn't take much," Ava replied, "What's more important is that you need to find someone reliable to help you take care of it so that it can continuously generate surplus and avoid devaluation of bonuses."
"How much does 'not much' mean exactly?"
"Twenty-four million robbies."
"..."
Hesta was stunned for a moment, then quickly relaxed.
Although she didn't have much idea about money, she fully understood what this astronomical figure meant. The monthly salary of a mercury needle like Valenti who does not go on dangerous missions is around 2,000 to 4,000 robbies. The small lake-view building that Calvin spent all his savings to buy only costs 800,000 - and he also has to rely on Only when he and Sean are 25 years old can they really pay off the loan with their retirement funds.
Twenty-four million robbies…
This amount of money, which Ava described as "not too much", is already a huge amount of wealth that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
"Why this expression?" Ava glanced at Hesta, "In a few years, your savings should be able to catch up with it."
Hesta was startled at first. She pointed at herself blankly, "Me?"
"Although the dead salary of mercury needle is relatively high in a livable area, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to the mission bonus." Ava said in a low voice.
Seeing that Hesta still had a shocked expression on her face, she couldn't help but said suspiciously: "Have you never checked how much money you have in your account?"
Hesta frowned - indeed.
Ava raised her hand to signal Hesta to come to her side, and then she opened her internal interface.
The old man's permissions were frighteningly high. During her operation, Hestad glimpsed many categories of mercury needle data that she had never thought of before.
At Ava's instruction, Hesta entered her account number on a certain page.
Soon, Ava hit enter for the last time, and Hesta saw her book balance:
98, 211, 560, 200
7017k
