Compared with XC District, which focuses on high-tech, DC District is also dotted with various industrial plants, and the living environment and living facilities are worse than those in XC District.
Although most factories have achieved mechanization and automation decades ago, the problem of various pollution emissions has not been effectively solved.
The clown controlled Ana Shen's body and walked halfway when he encountered a factory with thick chimneys emitting thick gray smoke.
The smoke was almost invisible under the darkness of night, and only the pungent sour smell was steaming in the air.
"This factory produces pharmaceutical glass. During the day, it uses purification equipment to purify the exhaust gas. But at night, no one sees it, and it starts to discharge waste gas blatantly."
At this time, the clown controlled Ana Shen's body and had just emerged from the shadows at the edge of the factory. Hearing the words coming from the bottom of his heart, he froze.
When Ana Shen woke up again, she seemed to have lost the memory of more than ten minutes ago, and asked aloud: "How long did I sleep this time?"
"It's not long, only ten minutes."
The clown's answer was easy and freehand, and it seemed that they had had this conversation countless times.
Ana Shen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I didn't delay the business."
"I'll continue to let you control my body. Get to the agreed place as soon as possible and don't let Bai Ye see any flaws. Although I woke up faster this time, I feel that I still need to cultivate for a while."
This is not the first time that Ana Shen has lost consciousness. Even before the crack in the sky appeared, he often fell into coma. This caused his own memory to be intermittent, and the longest time he was in coma was before he came to this city.
It was also that coma that added a clown to his body.
Later, he studied psychology on his own and realized that his condition was very similar to those of patients with split personality.
After the main personality encounters a major change, because it cannot bear the reality, it splits into a subsidiary personality, and the subsidiary personality takes the place of the main personality to bear the pain. At the same time, the affiliated personality will also enjoy this painful memory alone.
Ana Shen guessed that he must be suffering from schizophrenia. The only thing special was that he could communicate with the attached personality.
As for the reason for this phenomenon, Ana Shen attributed it to the emergence of 'psionic energy'.
Psychic energy is a special energy that is strongly related to 'consciousness', or 'soul'. It is the emergence of this energy that breaks a certain barrier between one's own personalities, allowing the two of one's personalities to communicate with each other, and finally forms this "harmonious" situation.
At this time, Ana Shen's consciousness of personality was cultivating in his body, as if lying in a black cloud. This was a more soothing way of cultivating than sleeping.
The surrounding darkness enveloped his consciousness in all directions, and the black mist penetrated and nourished his consciousness little by little. He could feel his thinking becoming clearer from chaos, and his consciousness becoming fuller.
The only bad effect was that the longer she stayed here, the more Ana Shen didn't want to leave.
…
The clown controlled Ana Shen's body and came to the agreed place - Times Square in DC District.
The time was exactly 8:28, and 23 minutes had passed since Ana Shen and Bai Ye's call ended.
Bai Ye has not arrived yet.
In the early summer season, where City 18 is located, the sun will completely set around 8 o'clock. At this time, there were almost no people in Times Square.
Some red flyers were scattered on the ground of the vast square, and a few banners were casually discarded beside the trash cans.
An old lady wearing a dark plaid coat, dragging a huge woven bag in one hand, bent over and stood in front of the trash can, rummaging for something.
The woven bag behind her already contained more than half of the cartons.
[Pick up a flyer and read it. 】
Ana Shen ordered while lying in the clouds deep in her consciousness.
Although the clown frowned at the old leftist like Shen Yan, he did not immediately refute. It happened that a flyer was blown up by the wind, and the clown grabbed it.
The size of an A4 paper, but there are four big characters on the front that come into view - The Final Charge!
Blood red background, large black characters.
Ana Shen only glanced at it briefly and realized that it was a leaflet calling on workers and friends to unite and oppose the full implementation of artificial intelligence and mechanical automation.
The clown held the flyer with two fingers of his right hand, tilted his head and said with a half-smile: "It seems that a speech has just been held in this place, and maybe it will be accompanied by a demonstration."
"The peaceful march against artificial intelligence... is filled with behaviors of romantic spirit. Such a life is so innocent that people like it!"
[Stop talking nonsense and look online. There is no way there is no news about this happening. 】
The clown's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you think this may have something to do with the text message you received?"
[Just a suspicion. You said that psychic energy itself is related to will and emotion, and parades and speeches, no matter how peaceful they are, are the best catalysts for emotions. 】
[And the incident happened in the DC area, so it’s always right to be careful. 】
Just when the clown took out his AP bracelet and searched for news about the parade online, Bai Ye's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Sorry, I'm late."
The clown turned his head, the expression on his face softened slightly, but he still couldn't help but show off his AP bracelet and said: "Compared to the agreed time, it is exactly 7 minutes and 23 seconds late."
Bai Ye was stunned, she didn't expect Ana Shen to answer her like this, but then she still chose to apologize.
Deep in his consciousness, Ana Shen's face darkened: [Let me go out! 】
The clown quietly responded to Ana Shen: [Honesty and trustworthiness are the basic principles of life. Do you want me to forgive her 'magnanimously'? Or are you hypocritically saying, 'I just came here not long ago'? 】
Ana Shen did not respond to the clown, but directly and roughly took back control of his body.
From Bai Ye's perspective, the smile on Ana Shen's face gradually faded, and the dark pupils shrank.
Then he watched him stiffly take back the AP bracelet for demonstration, coughed twice and said: "No...it's okay, I mean I just came here not long ago."
Clown: [Heh~]
Ignoring the sneer in his mind, Ana Shen handed the flyer in his hand to Bai Ye, changed the subject and said: "I picked this up nearby. It is a speech and parade event. You can check it on the intranet to see if it is worth it. Something to pay attention to.”
On Bai Ye's bright and majestic face, his eyebrows were raised. He looked at Ana Shen strangely for a while, then reached out and took the flyer.
She scanned it with the AP in her hand, and the next moment the information about today's parade was listed.
Bai Ye shared the information into Ana Shen's bracelet and said: "The person who hosted the parade today is named Zhang Changlin. He once worked as a teacher in a key middle school in DC and taught politics. Hengyang Middle School... five years ago because of The student shortage has been merged with the current No. 18 City No. 1 Middle School."
"Zhang Changlin has been organizing similar activities since he lost his job. He has helped workers who owe money to collect wages, and has also sought compensation from people who were disabled on the job. This march against artificial intelligence should be the 8th one he has organized. A similar event.”
After looking through the information for a while, Ana Shen asked with some confusion: "...Does the Federation actually ignore people like him?"
Let Zhang Changlin continue to organize rallies, hold speeches and marches... Are those politicians sitting in their offices all a bunch of saints?
If they were truly saints, these problems would never have happened.
Bai Ye had no clue: "In fact, all the pursuits, demonstrations and other actions he participated in were ultimately successful."
