"Listening to what Mr. Zhang said, it seems that you hate these people who seek personal gain for themselves in the name of pursuing justice?"
"If that's the case, then why do you still want to help them? Even organized today's march?"
Ana Shen took a sip from the tea cup and added, "I just saw the parade on TV."
Zhang Changlin responded: "The pursuit of personal interests and the pursuit of fairness and justice do not conflict under certain circumstances. At least, the demonstration against artificial intelligence is correct for the time being."
Ana Shen asked: "Artificial intelligence is just a tool. Wouldn't it be a good thing for a more efficient tool to appear?"
"What if only a few people are qualified to use this tool? Or, in other words, only a few people can enjoy the benefits brought by this tool?"
As Zhang Changlin spoke, he subconsciously took out a cigarette.
As a result, Zhang Changlin only got half of the cigarettes before he realized the two guests' resistance to the cigarettes.
Zhang Changlin smiled and tried to put the cigarette back again: "Sorry, I'm used to it."
Ana Shen: “It’s okay, just smoke it.”
"Then why are you embarrassed..."
Zhang Changlin hesitated for a moment, then walked to the window with a cigarette in his mouth.
The faint blue electric light of the lighter lit the cigarette butt. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke out the window. Then he continued: "The community where our home is located has a total of 8 buildings, each with 11 floors and three households on each floor. People. When we first moved here, about 12 years ago, this place was still full of people."
"Most of them work at Guangfa Pharmacy next door," Zhang Changlin said, pointing out the window: "It's over there, a kilometer or two east of Times Square."
"At that time, everyone's salary was not high. They all stayed on the assembly line 30 days a month and worked 12 hours a day for only 6,000 to 7,000 yuan."
"At the end of each year, the factory announces that the per capita year-end bonus is 600,000 yuan, but in fact no one has ever seen one."
"But even so, no one said they were going to march or go on strike or anything like that. After all, at least there is still a living."
"The common people of our nation are the most honest. As long as they can survive, they will not make trouble. No matter how you squeeze them, as long as you give them a way to survive, they will lower themselves lower."
Zhang Changlin leaned against the window sill, head raised, half-burned cigarette flickering in his hand.
"Later," Zhang Changlin's voice became a little deeper, as if coming from a very deep well: "The factory introduced fully automated equipment. A workshop that could originally accommodate fifty people only needed one equipment inspector. "
"Large numbers of employees are starting to be laid off... You know, many of them joined the factory after graduating from college and have worked in the same position for more than ten years."
"Their work skills, biological clocks, even muscle memory, and ways of thinking have changed from the inside out to what is most suitable for the assembly line."
"Then suddenly one day, your boss tells you that you are laid off..."
"Ha~"
Zhang Changlin's laughter could not be said to be a sneer or self-deprecation, with a complex and absurd expression on his face.
The cigarette in his hand had slowly burned down to the butt. Zhang Changlin took a last puff and slowly exhaled the smoke: "Later, people in this community moved out one by one, and there were fewer and fewer people."
"In the past, if there was such a large-scale population migration, many systems in the entire city would be paralyzed. After artificial intelligence and mechanization have replaced everyone's jobs, it seems that these people have become dispensable."
"No one knows where they went and the city doesn't care."
Ana Shen saw that as Zhang Changlin said these words, the threads wrapped around him tightened further.
Threads composed of countless colorful wishes were like nematodes desperately burrowing into his body.
Ana Shen advised: "Even if there is no artificial intelligence or robots, any breakthrough related to the liberation of productivity, they may be eliminated."
Zhang Changlin narrowed his eyes: "So, the problem has never been with the tools."
The cigarette in Zhang Changlin's hand finally went out. He left the window, returned to the living room, and threw the burned cigarette butt into the trash can.
He sat down on the sofa to the left of Shen Yan, and his expression became relaxed again: "Sometimes I also think that we ordinary people may really be meaningless to this city, especially when we have lost our last After labor value.”
This time, Ana Shen did not try to refute or enlighten Zhang Changlin. Because from Ana Shen's own perspective, this is indeed part of reality.
The reason why ordinary people can still survive in society is because the labor value provided by the ordinary class has not been completely replaced.
Whether it is involution or competition, these are all matters within this class. As long as this class still has value in the social chain, it will not be eliminated by society.
But the complete spread of artificial intelligence and mechanization is enough to completely replace ordinary workers. A class without value is destined to be abandoned.
"...At least ordinary people with a huge population base are an indispensable part of the entire social economy." Bai Ye suddenly said: "Once the working people lose their financial resources, it will inevitably trigger an extremely serious economic crisis. The Federation will not sit idly by. No matter."
Ana Shen shook his head and said: "The economic crisis is just a labor pain. After the labor pain is over, ordinary people who have lost the value of their labor will be eliminated from the economic chain."
"But……"
Bai Ye wanted to say something else, but Ana Shen's next words made her hair stand on end.
She saw Ana Shen say expressionlessly: "When did you ever see people trading with ants?"
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Zhang Changlin waved his hand: "It's time for my mother to cook. I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."
After saying that, he stood up from the sofa again and walked to the kitchen.
At this time, in Shen Yan's eyes, most of Zhang Changlin's colorful threads had penetrated into his body.
Even his shadow on the ground began to gradually become colored.
