[Charon 7 has been successfully connected. Passengers are asked not to move around in the carriage. The air pressure inside and outside the cabin is being balanced...]
A formulaic voice announcement sounded, and the closed door in front of the carriage slowly opened with a "chi" sound.
[Welcome to Tartarus, on behalf of Pluto Diving Company Reception Center, I wish you a happy day]
Pluto, the god of Hades in Roman mythology; Tartarus, the god of Hades in Greco-Roman mythology.
In other words, they were presumably taken to the headquarters of Pluto Submersible.
Jiang Zhou thought so, and his body stood up uncontrollably.
Not only him, but about forty people in the entire carriage, including the prisoners who were still sleeping, all stood up in unison and were controlled to line up in the aisle of the carriage.
The thing that imprisons them is not only a restraint device, but also a powered exoskeleton that can control their movements.
A few seconds later, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps, several people pushed the door against the light and entered the car.
"Is that all these people?"
The leader glanced around and asked somewhat casually.
It was a blond man wearing a long black trench coat, and his expression revealed the arrogance unique to middle-level managers with real power.
Behind him, a female adjutant with short, sleek hair looked at the data board in her hand and replied:
"That's right, Director Ye. They are all members of the 'Icarus' organization. According to the plan, they will be sent to the Medical Department for frontal lobe pre-treatment, and then..."
"Medicine Department, Purse Fanny's place?"
"Yes."
The man called Manager Ye clicked his tongue, then waved his hand and said:
"Choose ten adjusters from 'Depth 2' and send them to Deep Diving Chamber No. 3."
The short-haired woman was stunned for a moment when she heard this order, and then said with a troubled face:
"This is not good, Director Ye. Just take away ten of them, and they are all depth 2 adjusters... Minister Fenni is already short of technical slaves, and I can't explain it here."
"I will write a report to the superiors, and Fanny won't dare to have any objections."
The other person’s tone is non-negotiable.
The words had reached this level, and the short-haired female adjutant could only nod her head in acknowledgment of her misfortune.
She pressed the data pad in her hand, and an aircraft, which Jiang Zhou named "Newton's Sigh" in his heart, hovered in front of her and projected a light blue projection interface.
"Black Falcon-136, adjust the depth, depth 2; mental index: 0.95; modification authority: Owl III tactical goggles, crocodile-level subcutaneous carapace, Cyclonus 2 adrenaline pump, edge enhancement system, ceramic claw blade... "
She looked at the scanned information and read.
"This is okay, next one."
Manager Ye nodded and indicated to continue.
"Qianxia Ying, adjust the depth, depth 2; mental index: 0.97; transformation authority held, Fantasy 4 self-aware nano-inkjet, life-sustaining module-Winter."
"Okay, next one."
…
"What are they doing?"
Jiang Zhou turned his head and looked at 136 and asked in a low voice.
The latter shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. Chinatsu Sakura on the side rolled her eyes and whispered:
"B6, your head is just to make yourself look taller, haven't you noticed? That senior company dog named Ye plans to select a group of people from among us to help him mine."
"Mining?"
Jiang Zhou asked curiously.
In the era he lived in, the word "mining" was often used to describe some kind of decentralized blockchain financial activity in addition to its literal meaning.
You can also say gambling, the difference is not big.
"They are forced to work as a 'miner' in the abyss dark web, helping companies salvage technology left over from past AI. This is how Pluto Deep Diving got started."
Chinatsu Sakura explained.
"Is it dangerous?"
Jiang Zhou asked a question that even he thought was stupid.
"I heard that people who are captured by the company and forced to work in the mining industry can only survive an average of three months as consumables."
Jiang Zhou nodded when he heard this.
It's a bit like that, except they are mining cards.
In addition, Jiang Zhou noticed that his mood improved significantly when he spoke.
There is undoubtedly a big difference between the death penalty and a reprieve.
“There’s no way I’m going to do the work for the company dog.”
Black Falcon-136's face darkened when he heard this, and he said categorically.
In response, Chinatsu Sakura immediately advised:
"You yourself said before that as long as you are alive, you will never accept death as your destiny. In this case, let's survive first."
The tone of her speech was like that of a believer who was trying to persuade the bishop to pretend to be a convert.
"When I say I'm still alive, I definitely don't mean..."
136 wanted to explain, but Chinatsu Sakura lowered her voice and interrupted:
"Besides, don't you even know how to fish?"
"Fish?"
136 is a little confused.
"We can pretend to cooperate, and then become the company's worms, destroying them from the inside - wasting the company's resources is also a form of resistance. Besides, isn't being transformed into a zombie slave worker also aiding the evil? After all, we can still go mining You have the freedom to fish."
Chinatsu Sakura explained seriously.
This girl is definitely deceiving honest people...
Jiang Zhou on the side thought to himself.
Although he came from a hundred years ago, he knew clearly with his toes that since the other party dared to let the rebels who rebelled against the company do things for him, there were plenty of ways to make them obey.
Even the companies of my own era had various "employee incentive" mechanisms to prevent fishing. How could those capitalists a hundred years later not have any means?
But it seemed that Black Falcon-136 really believed it. After hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at Jiang Zhou and said:
"If this is the case, what should this little native brother do..."
"The man named Ye just said that he only needs to adjust people. So..."
As Qianxia Ying spoke, she also turned to look at Jiang Zhou, with the kind of apology on her face that is unique to those who have survived a disaster to those who are about to die.
Jiang Zhou felt his heart sink.
As Chinatsu Sakura said, explaining to people in the company that she is not a member of the so-called "Icarus" resistance will only have the opposite effect... To say the least, even if she can really convince them, the other party will not be able to do so. Maybe let yourself go.
After all, one more thing is worse than one less thing. It would be more convenient to deal with him as a three-person with those rebels.
But right now, is there any other way he can save himself?
Distraught, Jiang Zhou quickly thought of ways to get himself out of trouble.
Even if like 136 and Chinatsu Sakura, it would be better to change their death penalty to a suspended death sentence...
A possibility flashed through his mind, and Jiang Zhou caught it keenly.
Risky, but worth a try.
Thinking of this, he turned his attention again to the Pluto employees not far away.
"This is fine too, let's include it... What number are you talking about?"
The man called Manager Ye asked casually.
"This is the ninth one...but Director Ye, there are no depth 2 adjusters among the prisoners."
The short-haired female adjutant raised her head and said.
"Only nine adjusters with a depth of 2 or above? Can an armed force of this level bring chaos to the Nord Resettlement Area?"
Manager Ye shook his head and continued:
"Then find a 'Depth 1' adjuster with a high mental index and make do with it."
"In this case, it's best to choose..."
"I!"
A loud voice interrupted the short-haired adjutant's words, and everyone's eyes turned to the source of the voice.
The one who spoke was Jiang Zhou who had made up his mind.
He paused for a second in the eyes of everyone, and then continued:
"Compared to the 'Depth 1' moderator, you'd better choose me."
That being said, in fact, he doesn't even know what "Depth 1" and "Adjuster" are.
…………
Ye Qian was in a very bad mood at the moment.
Because of the failure of his trash men in the Nord settlement area not long ago, it seems like anyone in Tartarus can step on him.
That bitch, Perse Fanny from the Department of Medicine, was able to openly hinder her; her lieutenants dared to openly question her decisions.
Now even a lowly captured caveman dared to speak loudly in front of him.
"you?"
Looking up and down at the caveman who had no trace of adjustment, Ye Qian suddenly had some bad taste like playing with a mouse.
"Tell me why?"
he asked slowly.
Before the caveman could speak, the adjutant beside him hurriedly explained:
"Director Ye, the scan shows that this person's information was not found in the birth registration in the Nord resettlement area. He is most likely just a gangster at the bottom of the resettlement area. He is a native and does not even have a brain-computer interface. This It’s impossible for people to…”
"Please shut up."
Ye Qian looked at the latter with a gentle smile and said softly: "This is the second time you have interrupted me today."
There will be no third chance.
The short-haired adjutant clearly saw this meaning in his boss's eyes.
Her face instantly turned pale, and she didn't even dare to say "I understand" or "I'm sorry". She lowered her head and stepped aside.
Ye Qian waved, and the caveman's powered exoskeleton controlled him to walk in front of him.
"Tell me why?"
He looked at the caveman and asked again with a smile.
The man looked directly into his eyes and gave a slightly absurd answer.
"Because I'm going to die."
