Chapter 4148: When the Pumpkins Ripen (Part 41)

"I think I have already understood." Brainiac said. "An absolutely fair society is static, and what I want to build now is a kind of relatively moving society. I want to ensure that the overall development speed of society is greater than the speed of class division brought about by unfairness, so that relative stability can be maintained."

"Exactly. So, you need to give those who can bring progress to society a certain degree of exception and sufficient resources, so that they can drive the carriage of human society forward wildly. As long as the speed of running is fast enough, a certain degree of unfairness is completely acceptable."

"Humanity is still too complicated." Brainiac said.

"Besides this, it is also to appease those evil geniuses. The essence of manipulation is love, if you don't give them some sweetness, don't let them get real benefits, they still won't sincerely unite around you and work for you."

"Now it seems this trick is indeed useful." Brainiac said. "Can I establish a separate discipline for this? Just call it 'Manipulation Studies', how about it?"

"Not good. Before you gain true emotions, you will never be able to study this discipline clearly. All calculations are a waste of time. Manipulation is not being high and mighty, but entering the game in person, if you cannot empathize with the object you are manipulating, then you are destined to fail."

"I seem to have touched on some ways." Brainiac said. "I don't mean manipulation, but emotions. But I can't be sure what's going on yet. Luthor's scolding is a bit too ugly."

Greed laughed, carried the coffee cup and walked back to the restaurant. He picked up the newspaper on the side, and while drinking coffee, read the newspaper.

"Are we really going to counterattack Darkseid?" Brainiac asked again.

"Don't you have a planet collection hobby?"

"...... Who said that?"

"The you in other universes has it. The you in other universes constantly invades Earth, just to put Earth in a small bottle to watch."

"...... What a good idea. Is it still too late now?"

"I'm afraid not." Greed shook his head and said, "Even if you can really find a small bottle to put Earth in now, are you really willing?"

Brainiac was silent, but the silence revealed a trace of resistance.

"This is the power of sunk costs." Greed shook the newspaper and said.

Brainiac was naturally unwilling, but he understood it wasn't entirely because of sunk costs. He started to feel that greed and pride weren't just humanity's original sins, any intelligent life, even a logical life without emotions like him, couldn't be exempt.

If it were before, he might really consider it, after all, humans were really a bit annoying. But now he would never do this, because he had endured for so long, and finally figured out those annoying guys, now it was time for him to enjoy the victory settlement screen. Whoever dares to move Earth, he will be anxious with whoever.

This was naturally a kind of greed. He wouldn't think that the whole Earth was meaningless to him, he just wanted to watch those old tough problems being ordered around by him. Even if they were just creating value for his society and couldn't really affect him, it was very happy to watch.

"Is it suddenly a bit understandable why humans love watching ant nests?" Greed said without raising his head, "This little thing is really quite interesting, right?"

Brainiac was very good at using silence to express his attitude, and this time was the same. The same silence revealed an affirmative attitude.

"Don't rush. Making them so excited, so quickly and focused on investing in work, isn't entirely because of the spiritual incentive mechanism, but also because you shaped a new goal for them—counterattacking Apokolips."

Greed took a sip of coffee and continued: "This is a group of smart people, they can perfectly grasp the scale of slacking off. Before, you couldn't say they weren't working hard, because the value they created casually was enough for you to hold Earth.

"Pamela's expanded plants can help you solve global hunger; the assembly line Tim trained is also the highest efficiency in the world; Bruce helps on Krypton, even if he only works three hours a day, the contribution is greater than most human scientists; not to mention Lex Luthor, although there are still tens of thousands of program errors not resolved, didn't he resolve several thousand? These are completely enough for you.

"But the premise is that you only intend to be a local emperor on Earth, and don't intend to dominate the universe."

"I don't quite understand." Brainiac spoke up, "Whether to dominate the universe

"You got one thing wrong. When they tacitly allow you to rule Earth, the power they give you is much greater than you imagine. They will follow your pace to a great extent; if you feel it won't work, then they will slow down first.

"Moreover, in the situation where your life form has not achieved a breakthrough, it is indeed inadvisable to do some very radical actions, because this might cause the current excellent situation to slide, which is also something they are unwilling to see."

"So they now feel that my life form has achieved a breakthrough?"

"The fact that you would make the decision to counterattack Apokolips means that your life form must have achieved a breakthrough to a certain degree, because a rational creature that purely uses logical analysis would not be able to make such an absurd and crazy decision."

This made the Main Universe Batman think of the Central Universe he had seen on the Marvel side. Their approach to developing the solar system was roughly the same as Brainiac's, except for the fact that they hadn't yet carried out Earth's industrial relocation, it was almost identical.

So he raised a question about this. Brainiac's answer was: "I think they didn't not want to do this, but they didn't have the ability to do so yet. Because restoring Earth's ecological environment is not that easy; if not for the help of the Green, I wouldn't have made this plan."

"That's right," Pamela said. "Dr. Schiller told me before that the magical plants they spent half a day researching were only suitable for a small portion of people, which proves that they lack talent with nature-based superpowers on their side. But we are different; the power of the Green, why not use it?"

"Perhaps it's also because they took a different path," the Main Universe Batman said to himself. "The ordinary people on their side underwent a special evolution, their lifespans were significantly increased, and their physiques were much stronger than before. This means they can ignore most industrial pollution, and their requirements for living conditions are not that high."

"Yes, that is precisely our shortcoming," Brainiac said. "The magical energy on our side is not that easy to obtain. Even if there is energy, many energies have attributes that are too obvious; once contacted by ordinary people, it is very likely to cause pollution. So we cannot use this method and can only try our best to build a safe greenhouse for ordinary people. But with the development of technology, the expansion of heavy industry scale and the increase in pollution are inevitable; we can only move these industries out of Earth. Even in another world, their starships were not built on Earth."

"Alright, I think your plan is not bad, so I will add a point to your evaluation," the Main Universe Batman said. "However, whether this plan is truly feasible remains to be seen in subsequent practice. But you have indeed looked further ahead than most Earth rulers."

"I am surprised," Brainiac said. "So I am not the only one who has ruled Earth."

"Yes, it's not just the Earth of your universe that has achieved unification. You should have seen that Batmobile before; he once unified Earth, but was later driven away. The situation on his Earth is not very good, and the score is currently at the bottom. If it continues to be deducted, the Multiverse Alliance will have to take action."

"There's actually such a thing," Tim said, somewhat surprised. "He unified Earth, how could he be driven away?"

"Hello? Harley, are you okay in the food factory? Yes, I've already sent you the recipe, see if you can use it. If you make a sample, let Brainiac send it over for me to taste."

"Dick? Good morning! I slept pretty well. Is it the recipe for Kung Pao Chicken you want? Okay, I'll send it to you now, but pay attention to the deep-fried peanuts inside..."

"Professor Fries, did you see the photo I sent you yesterday? Why is that cleaning robot's vacuum cleaner not working? I put some lubricant on the parts, but it didn't seem to work..."

Greed had a phone in his left hand, a tablet in his right, and a communicator in his pocket. After walking down, he put the things on the table and said, "It's good that the phone still works, otherwise I would have suffocated. I really don't know how you guys got through that year."

"That was more than a year." Pride poured a cup of black tea and leaned against the window, admiring the fallen leaves of the chestnut tree outside.

"I'll go plant the vegetables." The Agent stood up and walked toward the backyard. Greed looked at him and said, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Eat after..."

Responding to him was the Agent's resolute back.

"Supplies need to be registered." Pride said. "I'll make breakfast, you go register the supplies, it should be done before noon."

"Register supplies? Register what supplies?"

"Every time there is martial law, you need to manually upload the supplies you have to Brainiac's software to facilitate his supply allocation. Medical supplies are in the cabinet over there, ingredients are in the refrigerator and freezer, go get them yourself..."

Greed walked to a cabinet next to the living room and found several medical kits and some medicine at the bottom. He brought these things over and started calculating the quantity.

The so-called inventory of supplies wasn't actually a very complicated job; it was just taking them out to count them and then checking the expiration date. Pride didn't have many supplies, and it would be finished in a while.

The only problem was that Greed had some inertia when it came to bookkeeping. When he took them out, there were three medical kits; as he counted, they became two; when he took a photo, there was only one left; by the time he uploaded it, the registered quantity became zero.