Chapter 1057: Shocking Ordinary Person (Part 34)

"He's right, no Schiller can not care..."

Schiller tilted his head and muttered to himself. Following that, he leaned over and coughed a few times, and turned to Eddie and said, "Cough, cough, my current situation... originates from persistent post-traumatic stress disorder..."

"I am a... person who cannot live in the society of ordinary people. That will constantly remind me that I am out of place with them... many things that many people expect me to achieve, I haven't achieved..."

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Schiller squinted his eyes, becoming somewhat sleepy. He felt a dull pain in his neck, but there were no wounds there. The real wound existed on his soul.

The diseases Schiller suffered from and the trauma he received would be shared equally by every Schiller. No one could escape, and if one actively tore open the wound and made it bleed, it was impossible not to bear the corresponding price.

A simple withdrawal reaction wouldn't make him fall into such a delirious state. The culprit was still the wound he had created himself before to numb the superego and attack the Moonlight Schiller.

The withdrawal reaction to emotions and the trauma stress reaction brought by previous psychological shadows alternated constantly, which made Schiller appear to have lost his ability to take care of himself.

But Eddie placed his attention on Schiller's hands. As a reporter, observing the other party's movements and expressions had almost become his occupational disease.

Eddie saw Schiller covering his neck and thought he had a stiff neck. After all, last night, he had slept lying on the table.

But following that, Eddie discovered that Schiller's movements didn't look like rubbing his neck, but more like pressing hard, as if stopping bleeding from a wound.

But there were no wounds on Schiller's neck. Eddie recalled some theories he had read and suspected that Schiller might have been injured before, thus producing symptoms of phantom pain.

Since this was the case, Eddie felt that he couldn't force Schiller. After all, if the doctor's own state wasn't good and he went to treat patients, that would only harm others and himself.

Eddie sighed and stood up, planning to go in and see Brode's situation himself. But at this time, Schiller also stood up somewhat laboriously, passed him, and walked into the house first.

Eddie pulled him from behind and said, "What are you doing? If you really feel very uncomfortable, I'll send you back first..."

Schiller shook his head, standing in the shadow of the cramped bungalow corner, and said, "I heard what you said before... you said you wanted to stay here and record the stories of ordinary people in the era of change..."

"When I felt very uncomfortable, you handed me a cigarette and let me live in your house, so we are friends." Schiller coughed twice, sniffed hard, and said with a somewhat hoarse voice, "I am very happy to help a friend. Can you get me a pen and a piece of paper?"

Eddie looked at Schiller's complexion and found that he seemed to have recovered quite a bit, no longer so listless and confused. Eddie didn't know where this change came from, but since Schiller could help solve the trouble, that couldn't be better.

Thus, Eddie went to find Bob, got a pencil his daughter used for drawing, and a piece of drawing paper covered in graffiti on the back from him.

When Bob handed these things over, he appeared somewhat embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "I'm really sorry, we don't have any good things here..."

Eddie waved his hand at him and said, "Psychologists don't like others to be present when seeing patients. Shall we go out and chat? Or, if your daughter isn't afraid, can I go find her and chat?"

Bob stretched his neck and looked toward the back of the house, then said, "Oh, she isn't shy, she's still quite lively. It's just that she just took the medicine I brought back and is already asleep now."

The two chatted while walking, and sat down on the threshold at the edge of the bungalow. Bob fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Eddie. The two smoked while chatting about the recent situation of the unemployed.

"People like Brode and me are not few. You know, the transportation capacity of flight shuttles and air-space trains is too strong, even stronger than driving yourself. We all know how congested the center of New York was originally. Many people wanted to drive, but were powerless."

"Even if you can afford a car, afford insurance, and do maintenance on time, you can't change the traffic jam situation during peak hours no matter what."

"When my wife and I hadn't divorced yet, we were typical middle-class. We had to go to the supermarket to shop, pick up and drop off children, send children to the activity center, and go to the suburbs for outdoor activities on weekends."

"No matter on the way to any of these things, being stuck for three hours, we would all feel very angry. My wife and I were still okay, Dennis... oh, that is my eldest son, he would cry and make a scene in the car every time..."

Bob revealed a very helpless expression and said, "His mother is a very strict person, always having many complaints about life and education. Every time Dennis lost patience, my wife would roar at him. I hoped she could be rational and communicate with the child..."

"I admit, at that time, her pressure was also very great. Dennis didn't come down very smoothly. After she encountered great pain, her emotional recovery wasn't good. A doctor told us she had some postpartum depression, but we didn't understand much..."

"Going off-topic, back to the flight shuttle matter. The biggest advantage of these two types of transportation flying in the sky is that they can avoid traffic jams."

"No need to drive, no need to be stuck on the road for two or three hours. Just swipe a transportation card, 'beep,' and you can go home at a speed twice as fast as the highest speed in the city. Who wouldn't do that?"

"Perhaps, some middle-aged people like me with families need the trunk of a car to transport some things, but those young people who are often active in prosperous commercial districts or financial centers don't have as many burdens as we do. They like this kind of public transportation the most..."

Eddie nodded and said, "Indeed, I'm not married and don't have children. If it were me, I would also choose the flight shuttle. After all, going home early means I can finish other work early and own time that belongs to myself early. This is very important for young people..."

"And. The impact is far more than that..."

Eddie continued to speculate: "Using my example, originally, I worked at the Global Times. I had to rent a house closer to the Global Times headquarters. I couldn't rent the house in the suburbs and then commute for more than 5 hours every day. That would be impossible."

"But now, the flight shuttle has reached the suburbs of New York. In the situation of no traffic congestion and full capacity, it can be done in less than 40 minutes from the suburbs to the city center. That is to say, two trips back and forth every day is only an hour or so. This is completely within the acceptable range of many people."

"Then, these young people who are not very well-off can rent houses further away. This will drive the economy of some remote suburbs, but similarly, it might also lead to the decline of some residential areas in the city."

"And these areas declined, and people who relied on shops or businesses in these areas to make a living will also become unemployed. And these transportation lines flying in the sky cannot provide them with new employment positions."

"That's what I mean." Bob nodded and said, "Yes, I know. The robots Stark Group came up with are very advanced, simply too advanced..."

"But all flight shuttles and trains don't need ticket sellers, don't need dispatchers, don't need security personnel. Then what are these people who became unemployed because of these new transportation lines going to do? What else can we do?"

Speaking of this, Bob turned his head and glanced at the situation in the room, then continued, "Brode's situation is even worse than mine. He is a driver for a private bus transportation company. Except for driving a bus, he almost doesn't know how to do anything."

"Although I have a daughter to raise, she is still young now, and the investment in education is very low, but Brode is different. His son is studying at New York University. Although the tuition is a loan and living expenses can be earned by working, it is always very tight."

"You are a gold-medal reporter in New York, and you should also know that the consumption level in New York is very high, and there are many rich people. Last time, when Brode's son came back, he complained, saying someone mocked his shoes, and the soles were about to fall off..."

"I know. That child isn't vain. If it reaches the degree of being dressed sloppily and not decent, complaining a few words is also very normal."

Eddie also looked back at the situation in the room. He discovered that Schiller was holding paper and writing. It looked like he was writing a prescription. He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Bob and asked, "What year is his son in? What major?"

"Senior in Communication Engineering." Bob shook his head, revealing a somewhat sad expression, and said, "Brode wanted to commit suicide because his son called earlier, hoping his father could attend his graduation ceremony."

"But, Brode's only suit was dirtied before, and he didn't have money to take it to the dry cleaner. He couldn't possibly wear broken and ragged work clothes to his son's graduation ceremony..."

"I said I could lend him money, but he felt that this money should be left for my daughter to buy medicine. After all, his son can already take care of himself, and losing him doesn't matter, but if my daughter loses me, she won't be able to live."

Eddie sighed and said, "Then what are you two doing now?"

"We are both doing odd jobs." Bob rubbed his fingers and said, "Brode has relatively great strength. He works as a stocker in a supermarket at the end of this street. I occasionally go over to collect money and calculate accounts. Life is still okay."

"But we both know that such days can't last too long." Bob lowered his head and hunched his body, using his hand to wipe the surface of his shoes and said, "The supermarket boss plans to move his supermarket to a place closer to the flight shuttle station, and can also do some small snack business. By then, we won't be able to work at his place."

"It is estimated that by then, Brode can still go to the gang to be a thug, and me? No gang will want me..."

Hearing this, Eddie suddenly realized a very serious problem. What is the next step for a large number of unemployed people? That's right, gangs.

All periods when gangs were rampant in history cannot be separated from the unemployment wave. The unemployment wave will provide a large number of high-quality talents for gangs. It can be imagined that Hell's Kitchen will become more and more prosperous in the future.

But Eddie doesn't believe that Stark wouldn't have thought of this. Although he hasn't heard that Stark has any social science and economics education background, his professional staff team must have carried out comprehensive considerations.

And even if there is no professional education background, one should be able to think that robots replacing labor will definitely cause a large number of unemployment, will cause the social structure to produce shaking, and thus become unstable. So, what exactly does the person who drafted the plan intend to do to deal with these problems?

Thinking of the person who drafted the plan, Eddie couldn't help but turn his head and cast his gaze on Schiller. ===== CHAPTER 1058 =====