"Maybe we don't have those machines that are faster."
“Perhaps our wages are higher than the cost of machines and artificial intelligence.”
"Perhaps, in the eyes of capitalists, we should be optimized and eliminated. Use machines and artificial intelligence to pursue lower costs and higher profits."
"However, as a human being, our brain should not only be filled with interests! Society is a society of humans, not a society of money and machines!"
"If we ordinary people are eliminated, will those capitalists have to sell the goods they produce to robots?"
City No. 18, Times Square in DC District. Zhao Changlin, who was wearing dark green overalls, was surrounded by a group of people, stood on a temporary high platform, and yelled out the lines that he had been preparing for a long time——
"Everyone born in this world has the right to survive! Everyone has the right to work and get paid!"
"They have already stolen the resources that should belong to everyone on this planet through various systems, laws, and regulations. I will never allow them to use artificial intelligence to steal our last way to make a living!"
"Never allowed!"
"Never allowed!"
The people below the high platform roared in unison.
Some of them are white-collar workers, some are programmers, and most of them are skilled workers in the workshop. They come from all walks of life, but at this time they have a common identity - unemployed people.
In other words, they are 'outmoded products that cannot keep up with the development of the times'.
"Comrades!"
Zhang Changlin pressed down with his hands floating, and the excited crowd slowly calmed down.
"Our rally here today is not a violent march. We want the people above to see our demands, instead of seeing everyone become criminals."
"Everyone go back and upload the video of today's parade to your social accounts."
"Tomorrow, I will continue to wait for you here."
Zhang Changlin took a step back, put his hands in front of him, and bowed deeply.
Then, he left the podium amidst the cheers of everyone.
Just before he was about to board his black Parlando car, two bodyguards came to his side, one on the left and one on the right.
"Mr. Zhang, the mayor is hosting a banquet for you in Lanyun. He has asked you to have a casual meal after the event here."
Zhang Changlin paused in pulling the car door, then turned to look at the bodyguard who spoke: "Is it Deputy Mayor Cui?"
"yes."
Zhang Changlin glanced at the two bodyguards again and took back the car keys: "Let's go."
The mayor sent to pick up Zhang Changlin was a simple Claude commercial vehicle with a dark body and no expensive paint. It looked very low-key.
Ten minutes later, the two black commercial vehicles drove into the underground parking lot of the Lanyun Hotel in City No. 18.
Accompanied by bodyguards, Zhang Changlin took the elevator to a VIP box on the 23rd floor.
"Yo, look, our hero is here!"
As soon as he opened the door, Cui Yingchuan, who was sitting in the main seat, saw Zhang Changlin and immediately stood up with a glass of wine: "Come on, come on, let's drink to our human rights heroes!"
"cheers!"
There were not many people sitting at the dining table, including Mayor Cui, there were only four of them.
One is Sun Yu, the boss of Future Vision.
One is the editor-in-chief of City Morning News, Hu Yiwei.
The last person Zhang Changlin didn't recognize was a middle-aged man wearing a shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, and a somewhat bald head. Judging from his behavior, he looks like a rigorous scientific researcher.
Among these three people, the one who Zhang Changlin felt should least be here was Sun Yu.
Because the AI that has recently replaced a large number of workers - [Tiangong Kaiwu] is a product of 'Future Vision'!
Future Vision was founded in 2100. In fact, artificial intelligence had entered everyone's lives as a new writing tool much earlier.
There was simple resistance at first, but after seeing its powerful and efficient output efficiency, this resistance did not last long.
Of course, Zhang Changlin feels that the most important reason is that with AI at that time, only a few people were affected.
They are nothing more than some original animators with insufficient creativity and low-level coders who can only use Ctrl+c and Ctrl+v. But today in 2137, what [Tiangong] can do has penetrated into every aspect of people's lives.
It is only then that most people start to realize it.
Zhang Changlin collected his thoughts, took the wine glass from the waiter's hand, and put on a professional smile on his face: "It's an honor to meet you all."
Zhang Changlin greeted everyone with a glass of wine, always with a humble smile on his face, like a skilled politician. The rational and passionate hero on the street seemed to be an illusion.
After a round of drinks, the mayor's secret technique came forward and led Zhang Changlin to the balcony outside the suite.
The secretary and Zhang Changlin each held a glass of red wine, holding on to the railing on the balcony, overlooking the night view of the city.
The midsummer evening breeze carries a bit of heat, which makes people feel a little dizzy.
"You did well today."
"Before you came, I saw that Mr. Sun was also on the invitation list, and I was worried about whether there would be any unpleasantness."
Zhang Changlin glanced at his secretary: "People say that you are not confused at thirty. Why am I thirty-five years old? Why am I so childish?"
"I know you don't want to attend today's reception, but what you want to do is impossible to succeed without the mayor's help."
"Um……"
"I'm not speaking for Mr. Sun. You should know that artificial intelligence replaces human labor, which is an inevitable result of social development. Starting more than a hundred years ago, the fertility rate around the world has been declining. It is impossible to continue to hope for development. Manpower..."
Zhang Changlin interrupted the secretary: "What we are against is not artificial intelligence! Artificial intelligence is a tool, a tool for people to use."
He said with complicated eyes: "But it develops too fast."
"It's so fast that many people have been eliminated in a few months by learning skills that took several years, or even more than ten years."
"A lot of people are not ready..."
"The entire human social system is not ready, let alone perfect enough to welcome its arrival."
Zhang Changlin looked down at the DC area at night. Among the many buildings, there were very few lights on.
A deep steel jungle.
The secretary drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and leaned on the railing with Zhang Changlin.
"...I have a sister at home who has also lost her job recently. She studies software programming."
Zhang Changlin turned his head and saw his secretary mockingly said: "This is the world. When you are put in a cage, even if you get gold bricks, it will only occupy your living space."
"Mayor Cui and I have come to understand something after so many years."
"Sometimes it is the trainer who breaks the cage, sometimes it can even be the audience, but it is never the locked tiger."
Zhang Changlin: "That's why I'm here."
…
At the dinner table, Mayor Cui pulled Hu Yiwei, the editor-in-chief of City Morning News, and said, "Today someone is holding a parade in Times Square, DC. Does Editor-in-Chief Hu know about it?"
Hu Yiwei: "I know, I know."
Mayor Cui: "How are you going to report this in the morning newspaper?"
Hu Yiwei raised his head and said tentatively: "People who have been eliminated by society do not think about their own mistakes and maliciously hinder social progress?"
Mayor Cui frowned: "Is what you said true? Where does the eliminated person have any malicious intent?"
"As a media person, why do you have no responsibility or responsibility at all!"
Hu Yiwei quickly admitted his mistake: "I didn't think well enough and didn't realize enough. Mayor Cui, you...how do you think it should be reported?"
Mayor Cui thought for a moment: "It's normal for the masses to not understand federal policies and social development. You can guide them to express their demands and solve them together if they can."
Hu Yiwei nodded: "You are right, I will make arrangements when I get back."
Mayor Cui added: "Of course, the details of these marchers must also be investigated. After all, no one can guarantee whether there will be bad people among the crowd."
"Don't worry about this. With the help of [Tiangong], their ancestors can find out clearly for eighteen generations."
Mayor Cui nodded, his expression finally relieved.
The 37th Consular Conference was about to be held, and the location of this meeting was chosen in City No. 18. At this juncture, he did not want any problems to arise.
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.
It would be better if some conflicts exploded earlier.
