The spacecraft landed on a circular lawn and hovered a few centimeters above the ground, as light and fluttery as a fallen leaf hanging on the tip of the grass.
Li Liang walked out of the hatch alone and watched the spacecraft go away.
The moon landing team was temporarily separated. K and Dr. Xisen took Cain and Li children to the safe house of the zero-sequence androids in Central Bay City. Its coordinates have been recorded in Li Liang's retinal projector map. Distance and Margin Business Department The agreed meeting place was not far away.
Li Liang rubbed the double ring and looked around.
This lawn is located in the middle of a floating trail and is surrounded by a circle of white stones.
The walkway is paved with milky white marble, and there is a circular lawn or a small fountain at intervals. There were no guardrails on both sides. Li Liang walked to the edge and looked down. The drop of tens of meters above the ground was filled with criss-crossing trails. Each level of the trail had a different style, and some were even made entirely of wood.
The light and shadow on the ground flicker, making it hard to see clearly, like the bottom of a valley flowing with streams of color.
A spaceship passed over his head, and the air flow ruffled Li Liang's hair. He slowly raised his head. There were also staggered paths above, and the upside-down carriages shuttled along the track like a roller coaster.
A four-story building that was tens of meters long slowly crossed the sky and was stacked firmly on the top of the building on the other side. It began to rotate slowly. The glass curtain wall reflected the sunlight and the blue sky.
At this time, a crisp female voice sounded from the side: "Hello, Mr. Li Liang."
Li Liang turned his head, looking surprised.
A tall woman with a peach-shaped face, a high bun with an emerald jade rocker inserted in the bun, wearing a light green double-breasted skirt with a palace sash tied around her waist, and the skirt trailing to the floor, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting.
What kind of look is this?
Noticing Li Liang's expression, the woman smiled and said, "Don't you like the retro trend?" She shook her fingers in the air, and the skirt on her body seemed to come to life, squirming and reorganizing, and in a moment it turned into a tight-fitting one-piece suit, like fish scales Glowing with metallic luster.
What kind of black technology is this?
Li Liang suppressed his inner curiosity, pursed his lips and said, "Hello."
"You can call me Anqiao."
"Um, Onkyo, where's the access point?"
"Down below, needlepoint cocktail party," Anqiao smiled and nodded in the air.
Li Liang nodded and waited quietly.
Uptown, people who dance for no apparent reason are not necessarily psychotic, but more likely manipulating retinal projections.
really.
Two minutes later, an "elevator car" rose from the edge of the trail, and the door opened.
"Please." Anqiao stretched out his hand.
The two walked into the "elevator car".
The door is closed and the "elevator" goes down.
To be precise, this three-sided glass cuboid is more like an independent aircraft, just flying vertically downward.
"In the last report sent back from Li Chengshu, we have already foreseen the final result of the dilemma between China and Beijing," Anqiao said with clear eyes. "From then on, we decided to cooperate with Li Hao to cross the Xi'an blockade and pick you up. Uptown on the Moon, it's just that you arrived in low-Earth orbit ahead of time in a way that was beyond everyone's expectations, causing the action to be advanced. In a hurry, we can only choose to randomly teleport the orbital spacecraft you are on to avoid being attacked by the fleet of heroic spirits. Intercept, on behalf of the Marginal Operations Department, I would like to apologize for the unpleasant experience you experienced during the crash landing."
Li Liang stared at the city outside the glass and remained silent.
It turned out that Li Hao had already joined forces with the Marginal Business Department before. No wonder he was able to arrange the response in one day and directly penetrated Xi'an's tight defense. The co-author had already prepared it, but just executed it in advance.
However, Li Hao privately asked him to take Li Xiaozi to escape to the spiritual world. This must not be known to the Marginal Business Department.
He said calmly: "Where is Li Hao?"
"While you were making an emergency landing in the upper city of the moon, the Titan base where he was hiding was breached by heroic spirits, and he was subsequently placed under house arrest at the Interstellar Expeditionary Force headquarters."
Li Hao was arrested?
"When will the heroic spirit of Zhuos activate the new world?"
Onkyo smiled: "Mr. Andre, President of the Marginal Business Department, will discuss this issue with you in detail."
The "elevator car" landed smoothly and the door opened.
Li Liang stepped out of the elevator and found that it was a commercial street. The street was narrow and there were shops on both sides. At this moment, there are many people walking around. The difference from the mechanical city is that there are real people in front of you, not people with the "s" sign on their heads, projected through the "instantaneous" function of Neuromansion.
These men and women look very similar to the people on Ichiban Street in Zhongjing Xiacheng District. They are walking alone or together, shopping with a comfortable expression, holding drinks in their hands or carrying bags. The only difference is the clothing, which can be of any style. From ancient times to the present, from the west to the middle, including nakedness.
The stores also look the same, including clothing stores, restaurants, dessert shops, coffee shops, bookstores, fresh food stores, etc. There are large and small holographic images flashing in front of the door, introducing the products in the store.
Li Liang even noticed that an image suspended in mid-air in the distance was broadcasting an advertisement for a shower gel.
Uptown doesn't even have currency. All people's needs can be met at any time. There is just a commercial street. Why are there advertisements?
Amid the commotion, Anqiao said with a smile: "People like to go shopping. This is a process of communication and interaction between people. It satisfies possessiveness and curiosity. It may also come from the tradition engraved deep in our genes. After all, our ancestors used stone tools. The main means of livelihood in this era were hunting and gathering, what do you think?”
Li Liang was noncommittal.
"There are not many lively commercial streets now, and more and more people are moving their lives into neuromansion," Anqiao shook his head with interest and led the way.
Walking along the street, Li Liang looked at the shops passing by.
There are android clerks in most stores, but there are also humans. Those people wear the same uniforms as the androids, happily receive customers, and praise each other.
There is no "money and goods" transaction. Customers simply choose things to take away, while the clerks provide thoughtful suggestions, just like strangers but familiar friends.
Li Liang finally believed what Dr. Xisen said that the only reason people in Shangcheng District go to work is because they like it.
Some people just like to be store clerks, some people like to be farmers, some people like to deliver food, and some people like to be cooks. At the same time, even if androids and robots can take care of everything, many people just like to walk around, pick and choose, and chat with similar people. , and then take away your favorite products in person.
Work has become a way of socializing for people in uptown. What kind of work a person likes and does represents his choice of identity, and he can also choose another job of interest at any time.
soon.
The two came to a bar.
A signboard composed of red and green light strips hangs crookedly on the wooden lintel: "Needle Point Wine Party".
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass with hollow decorative paintings, Li Liang saw that the bar was full of people. Everyone seemed to be very excited, standing or sitting, dancing and talking.
The moment he opened the door, a roar of noise rushed into his eardrums.
Unfortunately, everyone was shouting in Shangcheng District language, and Li Liang couldn't understand a word.
Anqiao took him to the high table in the corner and sat down, snapping his fingers.
An android waiter approached and said a series of words.
Anqiao smiled and nodded, and uttered a few words.
Li Liang thought for a while, then brought up the control interface of the retina projector. After flipping through it for a moment, he brought up "Subtitles" in the language menu.
In an instant, lines of text began to appear on everyone's heads in the field of vision.
"Media is metaphor, media is epistemology, media is not just a medium, it affects content and affects our culture."
“The experience of self-dissolution in hallucinogens illustrates what happens when the self-model integrates self-functioning problems.”
“The world is the sum of facts, not the sum of things”
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It turns out that these people were talking in groups and discussing philosophy.
At this time, the waiter brought two drinks.
Li Liang looked away from the crowd and asked, "Where is the access point?"
Anqiao crossed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said with a smile: "I am the access point."
