"Fully automated assembly lines are undoubtedly the future of industry and manufacturing!"
Yamamoto Carter, the president of Y·C Industries, waved his hands excitedly. The screen behind him displayed Zero Island-style slogans written in common language such as "Efficiency Focus", "Practical Reassurance" and "People Oriented" in sequence. The female host on the sofa opposite showed a perfect interview smile.
"People say that Mr. Yamamoto is as enthusiastic as a gold medal salesman."
"Ah haha, you really made a fool of yourself. This is a precious experience that I will never forget in my lifetime!" President Yamamoto touched his head and laughed. This middle-aged man in his early forties is short and wearing a bright yellow suit. When he smiles, he is as friendly as a low-level employee of Lingdao. In fact, he is indeed a self-made person who started out as a salesman. The sarcastic knife secretly handed to him by the host was gently passed by him with the unique slickness of an entrepreneur.
"Where did we just talk?"
"It's 'people-oriented', Mr. Yamamoto." The female host pointed to the promotional slogan behind him. "Many viewers expressed curiosity. As a company whose main business is the production of prosthetic robots, why did Y·C Industry use the word 'people-oriented'? 'As publicity?"
"As for the actual tough questions. Before I answer them, I want to tell a story."
Yamamoto adjusted his tie and stood up from the sofa.
"Viewers who know something about Y·C Industry must know that the company is a company from Lingdao. In my motherland, most workers do not enjoy such generous treatment as the Northern Continent.
The workers of Lingdao are the workers who work day and night in the soy sauce factory, the drivers who drive overloaded trucks at speeding speeds to transport goods on the highway late at night, and the programmers who use LAN direct connection to write code at the bottom of the company. They spend most of their lives working, paying blood and sweat in exchange for a meager income... That little money is either exchanged for non-nutritious synthetic sushi and self-numbing horsepower drinks, or for themselves. In short, there is absolutely no improvement in life if you live with your own family. "
Yamamoto was focused as he spoke, adjusting his tie up and down.
"These jobs are very hard on the body, the efforts and income are not reciprocated, and they all have safety risks. I think it is harmful and unhelpful to hand over these positions to workers. What the company's 'people-oriented' refers to is to replace them with robots. Human beings are engaged in these arduous tasks. It is precisely in order to free human beings from hard labor and actively seek a higher quality of healthy life that Y·C Industry will implement automated production."
"Indeed, the ecology of the lower-class workers always needs care." The female host asked with concern, "However, the recently unemployed people also include the state's traditional occupation magnet control technicians..."
"In the eyes of a foreigner like me, technicians are also an extremely dangerous job." Yamamoto said sternly, "Relying on powered tools to control magnetism at extremely close range with your hands, if you make a mistake, you will face the threat of life and death. How can we Let’s leave this risk to humans, it’s enough to have robots to fight against magnetism!”
The female host applauded deeply. In the following exchange, they mentioned the issue of care for the unemployed. President Yamamoto promised to provide a skillful robot to the unemployed as free care. He believed that the current situation The unemployment problem is a pain in the process of social development and will inevitably be solved in the short term...
stop!
The old TV in the corner of the fast food restaurant was turned off. The dark-skinned waitress put the remote control into her pocket and brought the cheapest hamburger set to Horn's table.
"Capitalists are all double-faced people!" Auntie said with disgust, "Why don't those yellow-faced Lingdao people mention your arms?"
"I used to work in a local enterprise, not Y.C Industry." Horn shook his head, "This is a snowball. He made changes, others followed in their own way, and then the changes became bigger and bigger... On top of us, we were pinned down in the snow.”
The aunt had nothing to say and patted his ordinary shoulder. "Think of something good." She comforted, "At least you sold a few rocks this morning."
"Yeah, a good sign."
Horn watched Big Mom walk away, slowly eating a chicken burger and small fries with one hand. He is now truly liberated from labor, so free that he feels overwhelmed.
Horn knew another way in his heart. He went to the bank to get a loan to remove the iron arm and replace it with a more advanced prosthetic body. The new arm would help him find a decent job, but what about after that? Technology is developing at a rapid pace. When he finally pays off the loan, will he be unemployed again because he is "not needed"... What should he do then, get two better arms? How long will this reincarnation last?
"Cuckoo." The little stone ball swayed next to his dinner plate, with the last fries left. Horn poked the smooth stone surface with chips. The magnet monster had no mouth and couldn't eat. He chuckled.
"Horn!"
A stern voice came, and Horn woke up from a dream. Father Vincent sat across the table, with a beef burger set and two strawberry sundaes on his plate. The old man handed over an ice cream. Horn wanted to refuse, so he took it with his hand first and devoured it.
"Eating some sweets can help improve your mood." The old priest said, "This is recorded in the holy scriptures."
"Do legendary saints also eat ice cream?"
"There was no ice cream in those days, so he froze honey in ice and shared it with everyone, like a popsicle with a filling."
"Sounds fascinating."
Horn imagined the saint eating popsicles in the ice and snow, and suddenly felt like laughing. He laughed softly for a while and raised his head to meet the old priest's gaze.
"There used to be a bachelor living near my church," the old priest said. "He lost his job, got divorced, and committed suicide. You just laughed like he did in his last days."
"I didn't...I..."
Horn smiled weakly and slumped on the plastic table and chair of the fast food restaurant, recalling the past in his eyes. He talked about unrelated things.
"When I was studying in a technical college, the teacher taught us that a technician must have skillful hands and a steel heart. Your hands must be dexterous, and you must make the most accurate response as quickly as possible to avoid making mistakes; your heart must be cold. Hard, you cannot let the surrounding factors interfere with your rational judgment, because your office location is not limited to a safe production workshop, but is more likely to be at the scene of an accident involving magnetic turbulence.
But those robots' hands are smarter than mine, and their hearts are harder than mine. I'm not worried because I can't eat... The big machine of society is about to be updated. The old gears are replaced by newer and better ones. Where should the replaced gears go? "
Vincent was eating a burger, and he said vaguely: "You are a human being, not a gear." He finished the burger and wiped his mouth: "I want to order something good, how are you preparing for tomorrow's art exhibition? "
"I tried hard."
"You have to work harder!" Vincent encouraged him. "You think, after all, humans and machines are different. Those gadgets don't understand art! This is a great opportunity. Both the church and the city government have put pressure on companies. How can they You have to rehire some employees. If you perform well, that will be your new job."
"I will work hard." Horn pretended to be very motivated. He waited for the old priest to leave and lay down on the table, thinking that in a few days he could lose face and ask the owner of the fast food restaurant if there was a shortage of French fries.
·
At 6:30 in the evening, in the north of Caishi City, the official airport of Slok Heavy Industry.
The damaged Venus is now suspended in the airport, and a group of professional technicians are pointing fingers at the two big holes. A young man with purple hair stood next to Gongsun Ce and talked to him.
"Your ship is not badly damaged," said Babar Slok, "so it can be repaired very quickly. It can be done in one night. But we lack enough g-4 alloy on hand - that thing is Sisi The specialty of Er laboratory - so I used j-2 and h-8 to supplement the main body. The effect is similar to before, but the color is a little different."
"Thank you very much, as long as it can fly." Gongsun Ce said very casually, "This ship doesn't need much combat power anyway."
Babar Slok is the eldest son of Principal Honorwell, and he is also the one who took over the management of the family business on his behalf when the head of the family left. The son of an educator has dyed purple hair, three earrings on his right ear, and smoky makeup on his face. He almost has the word "rebellion" stamped on his body. Therefore, when it was learned that he and the old man Gongsun Zhi was a little surprised when his father had a good relationship with him.
"Rebellion is the tradition of our family." Babar said proudly, "Guess who was the first to raise a rebellion against the Ancient Ustus Empire? Who left his hometown to found the Ranger Guild? Who fought against all odds to join the ranks of the Saints? ? It’s all us. Don’t think my father is so serious. He almost made my grandfather angry to death. "
Your father is not very serious. When Orianna came to Cangdu, he entertained people to eat braised pork rice.
Gongsun Ce suppressed his words and got down to business: "You know, I'm investigating the abnormal climate. Can I hear your opinion?"
"well……"
Babar sighed: "I don't know, Mr. Gongsun. Uncle Jago said that he suspected it was related to Bibi's anomaly, but Bibi is far from going berserk now. At best, it is, how should I say... Mood Not good? Not feeling well?"
"As soon as I walked in the door, it hit me in the head."
"Believe me, this is the extent of its temper." Babar assured, "There is a record in the ancestor's notes. If Bibi really wants to smash something, Colored Stone City will be destroyed."
Gongsun Ce thought about this sentence: "So, the ancestors of the Slok family have seen Bibi get angry?"
"There were two times. The first time was the first contact between the ancestors and Bibi. After that battle, it became a part of the family. The second time was when the legendary saint came to visit Bibi... It is said in the notes This record is very vague, but they should have fought."
Babar took the initiative to suggest: "If you need it, I can show you the old parchment. But that thing is locked in the castle in my hometown by the old men. I have to wait until tomorrow when I have time to take it out."
"No rush, thank you very much."
"What's the point? If you hadn't come out to stand up four years ago, dad would have gone home in a state of disgrace." Babar grinned, "The night you beat up that stupid boy from the Ultimus family, we were there We had a champagne party back home to celebrate. It was so damn fun.”
Damn it, the live broadcast that night wasn't recorded, but don't tell me that the senior executives were watching.
Gongsun Ce laughed awkwardly, and then asked: "I have another question that I would like to ask your opinion on. What do you think of the layoff of technicians?"
“No conclusion can be drawn at this stage,” Babar said. “After all, the prosthetic robot is a new gadget, and it will take a few years of observation to determine its performance in all aspects—mainly safety aspects—so I am not in a hurry to let it go. Subsidiary companies will need to replace personnel. But if it is determined after a long period of observation that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, I think we will adopt it appropriately at that time, at least in parallel with human resources work.
You see, this is the trend of the times. If you don't go with the tide, you will be left behind. "
"The times are changing so fast." Gongsun Ce sighed.
"Who says it isn't? Usters has always been a fickle country." Babar glanced at his watch, "Would you like to have a meal together?"
Gongsun Ce declined Babar's dinner invitation. He took the bus back to the Double-Barreled Shotgun Cathedral alone, and met Qin Qianbai who was inquiring about information on the street.
"how is the progress?"
"How should I put it..." Qin Qianbai tilted his head, "For the layoff of technicians, the public opinion is very unified."
Gongsun Ce scratched his chin and speculated: "It seems that the local people are not very sympathetic."
"Magnetic control technicians are considered high-level technical jobs and have nothing to do with most people's daily lives. Therefore, under the influence of the mentality of hatred of the rich and gloating about misfortune, ordinary citizens have no feeling of despair." Qin Qianbai said, "What I heard The most typical sentence is, 'What's wrong with letting robots help us fight against magnetism? We don't have to look at their faces.'"
Against magnetism. Gongsun Ce thought about this unusual statement.
“Do locals commonly use words similar to confrontation?”
"Uh-huh."
Confrontation, contending, and fighting are words that express the relationship between people and are used to describe people and magnetism...
Gongsun Ce vaguely had the idea of a model lake in his mind. He rubbed the girl's head and kissed her forehead.
"That's great, Miss. You may have discovered the key point!"
Qin Qianbai's face turned slightly red, and she hit someone's chest with her head: "Idiot. Rogue. Don't kiss me in public."
"It's hard to come to Hezhong and live a more open life~ It hurts, it hurts, don't hit me, please spare me!"
Gongsun Ce raised his hands and retreated steadily. There was a screeching sound of the car's brakes behind him, and his back happened to be leaning against the rear door. The passenger seat window was open, and Rei Shigure rolled her eyes at him: "Get in the car, the Great Lover."
Gongsun Ce pulled Qin Qianbai and squeezed into the back seat: "How was your harvest this afternoon, experts?"
"We just hacked the internal data of Y.C Industries. They have spent a lot of money to promote prosthetic robots in the past two years, but the profits recovered from cost savings are pitiful." Qiluo's expression was quite strange, "I I settled an account with Airandia, as far as theory is concerned..."
"This company should have folded due to severe losses a year ago." Dawn Knight said.
