Chapter 3621

Schiller and Billy got off the bus, Schiller took down Billy's schoolbag, and then said: "Wait for me here for a while, I'll take the schoolbag inside, and then we'll go to the community cafeteria to eat."

Billy nodded and stood in the courtyard looking around. Schiller went inside to put down his schoolbag, changed into a windbreaker jacket, and took Billy toward the cafeteria.

Now basically every community had a community cafeteria converted from an original restaurant, where breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all made. On weekdays, they only provided breakfast and dinner, which you could go eat yourself or order.

Schiller went to work relatively early, so he generally chose to have breakfast delivered to him, while he walked to eat dinner himself.

The reason he chose to go eat dinner himself was that the community cafeteria in their community had been converted from a previous high-end lake-view restaurant, and the environment and everything were very good. The original cooks were also employed on the spot; although the dishes they made were the same, the head chef would pay more attention to details than ordinary cooks, and even the sandwiches were made better than those in the school cafeteria.

After entering the restaurant, Schiller found the seat Brainiac had reserved for him according to the number. Because there were not many people in their community and they came early, this seat happened to be by the lake.

Schiller specially opened his phone to look at the menu and found that this restaurant could also add dishes, and the menu for adding dishes was different from the school cafeteria's menu. He saw several familiar dishes on it, all of which were the head chef's specialties here; it seemed the menu had been changed according to the head chef's abilities.

The level of the cooks at Gotham University had never been very good; the food wasn't hard to eat, but it was limited to not being hard to eat. However, Schiller wasn't very picky in this regard and ate at the faculty cafeteria most of the time.

The lake-view restaurant was a private restaurant after all, and the level of the head chef hired could not be mentioned in the same breath. But Brainiac wasn't easy to deal with either; the prices on the menu had fully returned to the level of this restaurant. The black truffle beef short ribs Schiller liked to eat most were four times the price of the cod he added at noon!

Schiller calculated that just this one dish was equivalent to his weekly salary points, and he was a professor after all, so his salary points were not low. It seemed Brainiac was still relatively opposed to luxury consumption.

Despite this, Schiller still chose to add the dish and also added a portion of French fries that Billy liked to eat. This was much cheaper.

Speaking of Brainiac's salary system, Schiller actually felt it was relatively reasonable. Brainiac didn't provide a fixed salary; it wasn't that you got the same price whether you did a lot or a little. Even for administrative staff like Schiller, it was piece-rate pay.

Now Schiller had weekends off and had thirteen classes a week, which was about an average of two to three classes a day. The salary was calculated according to the number of classes; if a class was rescheduled that week, the salary for one class would be less.

And the salary for one class wasn't fixed either; it had to be multiplied by the multiplier obtained from the students' grades, multiplied by the basic salary for one class, and then the average of the results produced was added to obtain a comprehensive salary standard.

The calculation was very complex, and Schiller hadn't calculated it carefully, but anyway, the better the students' grades, the more results the graduate and doctoral students and Schiller himself produced, and the more class hours taught, the more the salary would be.

The benefit of Brainiac's rule was reflected here; if the ruler were human, calculating salary this way would require hiring a bunch of administrative staff to calculate it every day. But Brainiac didn't need that; calculation was his strong suit, and no one could find any faults.

Other industries were basically the same. For example, when Waylon went to the East District to move, his driving time, the number of times he moved items, the weight of the items moved, and even the road conditions and the temperature at the time would all be turned into data and counted into his salary; the salary obtained could be said to be very accurately in line with his labor intensity.

Moreover, Brainiac didn't encourage domestic labor because socialized education was implemented, so there was basically no situation where one had to become a housewife because of raising many children. Both men and women had to go to work.

Of course, there were some die-hard elements who were determined not to work. Brainiac's solution for them was to build a human farm and support them with the minimum supply of materials.

This minimum supply of materials didn't mean providing them with food to let them eat their fill, but only providing nutrients to keep them from dying.

The difference here was huge. In fact, the nutrients required by the human body were just those; the vast majority could be supplemented through supplements. The way Brainiac provided them with nutrients was through supplements, two nutrient bars a day. The taste of the nutrient bars was a bit like eating damp chalk.

Their living space was converted into survival space, simply put, giving you a space big enough for you to survive, about the size of a single bed, where eating, drinking, and defecating all happened in this one space.

Entering this farm was entirely voluntary; as long as you had the conditions to work but didn't want to work, you could come in. At first, quite a few people went in, even including some protesters, but basically, no one could stay inside for more than a week; basically, everyone ran out crying for their parents.

However, these were all aimed at people who had hands and feet but didn't want to work, just waiting for others to pay taxes to support them. Some people who lost the conditions to work or did not meet the labor requirements received medical care and upbringing for free. And some people with partial labor ability would also be arranged in relatively suitable positions.

In fact, Schiller was the one who didn't meet the labor requirements because he was a mental patient. Brainiac once wanted to have him hospitalized for treatment, but unfortunately, the doctors and nurses at Arkham Mental Hospital said one after another that if Schiller came, they would very likely not be able to meet the labor requirements; it was really impossible to treat.

Although Schiller didn't want to teach, he wanted to be hospitalized even less. So he let Brainiac give him a very in-depth psychological test, the kind that went from the high tower deep into the abyss.

Then Brainiac, this artificial intelligence that was quite rich in logic and very rational in most cases, had to admit that Schiller was completely crazy; throwing him into any hospital was just a futile consumption of resources that belonged to other patients, and it caused mental damage to the doctors and nurses of that hospital, so it was better not to go.

But this didn't mean Schiller had the conditions to work, so Brainiac also suggested Schiller go home and stay. Schiller did go home and stay for two days, but in the end, Brainiac still let him come back because, except for him, no one could manage the group of rebellious disciples under him.

If he didn't let Schiller come back, it would lead to more people losing the conditions to work and would cause mental damage to the professors who took over later, so it was better to let this group of mental patients hurt each other.

This had to mention those born madmen who had always existed in human society, that is, the group members.

Brainiac currently couldn't do genetic screening, and even if he could, congenital mental problems weren't necessarily all expressed in genes.

Brainiac's approach was to keep a close watch once discovered. He would try hard to teach this group of people to pretend to be normal; as long as your behavior was no different from a normal person, then you would be treated as a normal person. But if you insisted on going crazy, then go roll into prison.

Brainiac wasn't a human policeman; he was now the greatest detective in the world, and it was impossible for any carbon-based life to commit a crime under his nose without being caught. Even superpowered criminals, as long as they had been active in society, couldn't escape Brainiac's sharp eyes.

And very unfortunately, our supervillain Scarecrow had run into the gun. In fact, he did play a certain role during the war; after all, his fear gas was useful to any creature with a brain.

But this person was born antisocial; he had a conflict with his neighbor and wanted to poison them, but he was caught red-handed by Brainiac.

Fear gas was useless against Brainiac; Brainiac directly dispatched war robots and arrested Jonathan.

Fortunately, the poison he used wasn't fatal, at most making people have nightmares for two days, so the sentence was relatively light, but he was still thrown into prison, and it was estimated he wouldn't be released before the New Year.

In contrast was Edward Nygma, who belonged to a true mental patient. In fact, his condition had stabilized and he had been discharged, but Brainiac's standards were relatively strict; after a series of tests, it was determined that Edward's mental condition was still not suitable for social life, so he was hospitalized again.

Cobblepot had visited him several times and found that Edward's mental condition was still relatively good; in fact, he could take care of himself, but because his severe obsessive-compulsive symptoms hadn't improved, it looked like he would have to live here for at least another half a year to a year.

And Cobblepot's mother was already bedridden; years of mental illness torture had caused her organs to weaken severely, and modern medicine was already helpless. Under Cobblepot's inquiry, Brainiac indicated there was no way, and now it could only be about extending her life.

Fortunately, with the improvement of her mental condition, Cobblepot's mother could already communicate with him normally. There was still some time before she truly left, enough for Cobblepot to accept reality.

Schiller ate his steak slowly, watching the community residents leading their children to play in the snow on the lawn. On the other side of the street, every household hung up Christmas lights; after the sky darkened, the colorful lights were brilliant, reflecting the warm light from the windows.

Perhaps it had been a long time since he ate this dish, but Schiller felt the taste of today's short ribs was exceptionally good, and the restaurant's fireplace was also exceptionally warm. The southern tune Billy hummed was light and pleasant. More likely, the brief leisure after exceptionally busy work seemed even more precious.

Just as Schiller was about to finish eating, his phone rang. Pamela's slightly exhausted voice came from the other end: "Professor, I'm back. My house is too big, Brainiac won't let me live alone, can I come to your place and borrow a room for the night?"

"No problem, I still have a guest room. But are there still shuttle buses now?"

"Yes, the Green of All Things shuttle bus... I've arrived."

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