Chapter 1334

NO. 238: Little Aomo: People Should Be More Aggressive Toward Each Other

The Central Gate District is clearly the geographical and functional center, yet it's a place that ordinary Gate District residents rarely visit even once a year.

The reason is simple: only those with qualifications may set foot here.

Here stand many important official buildings, including the Gate District Government, the Federal Safety Bureau, and the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, which correspond to the foreign domain in the inner world, enabling seamless information exchange between the two sides.

Without a doubt, such a design is quite bold.

It's so bold that anyone would question whether the city planners have a screw loose.

For any criminal aspiring to forge a legend, this entire district is nothing but a design by the administrative department—essentially a one-click way to unlock all achievements.

But this is precisely the price paid for the Gate District's dual positioning as both a 'Horse Girl Culture Center' and the 'Federal Earliest Transmigrant Special Zone'.

"Actually, this counts as a historical legacy issue." the female projection standing beside Aomo explained.

Her appearance resembles no one the demon knows, yet the demon can see many familiar traces in her, thinking that if it were their usual self, they would have already suggested changing the receptionist's design.

Yes, this female receptionist is not a person in the ordinary sense, but a short-lived AI allocated certain computing power through real-time calculation.

Its image design... Aomo guesses, is likely created according to each customer's subconscious most acceptable appearance.

It may intend to be original, but just as people cannot truly create something they've never seen, everyone's subconscious preferences are inevitably mixed with what they've seen and felt, and the biggest portion of that is clearly the people around them.

However, thanks to the sophisticated algorithm, the result is not a nightmare chimera blatantly stitching together materials like a Chimera beast, but rather akin to feeding the AI several original images and photos, adding keyword tags, and refining it multiple times to produce the final product.

For the vast majority of people, they merely feel the receptionist looks familiar, though they can't pinpoint why, and can only leave comments like 'very friendly', 'not nervous', 'like an old friend' in service evaluations—just as the customer service design intended.

But if one is exceptionally sensitive, able to catch those subtle feelings hidden in dull life, or extremely observant, capable of sketching the emotions and details of those around them, it's easy to see through the origin of this appearance.

At that point, whether such a customer feels offended or comfortable is a matter of personal opinion.

At least Aomo doesn't mind seeing on a receptionist the height represented by Qianming, the straightforwardness of Qielinina, the liveliness of Xintiao Qian, the clarity of Ling, and the erudition of Huoer Haiya, among other familiar elements.

He only felt his eyes were being bothered.

When, from facial features to bone structure and even body curves, he sees a series of long bars connecting to different names in his view, even if her appearance isn't jarring and is quite natural, it doesn't change the fact that, in Aomo's eyes, she is an artificial construct overloaded with information.

At a glance, the sheer amount of text makes him shake his head.

But perhaps if I were to replace Bi Ze's situation and order a robot companion, it would probably be like this?

Without a shred of shame or ethical resistance, Aomo's mind could freely entertain this thought.

It's merely a thought.

Bi Ze's situation as a loner who avoids conventional heterosexual relations naturally has nothing to do with the present Aomo; even if the somewhat detached Little Aomo feels estranged from all this, he wouldn't think of overturning everything, although he is currently walking down the path that will overturn a large piece of his life puzzle.

Gate Central District, Second Avenue.

Countless mechanical bodies disguised as street pedestrians and shop clerks, with an 'Aberration Boundary Generator' every three steps and a 'Thermal Energy Reduction Device' every ten steps, plus conspicuously obvious cameras compared to other Gate District areas, and many more covert, hard-to-detect surveillance...

On the streets and alleys here, the everyday atmosphere you see is largely artificially embellished, consisting mostly of dutiful soldiers and busy civil servants.

And citizens like Aomo, who have permission to come handle affairs, from outside the third ring of the central district.

Most of them are human, but there are also some non-human groups, and then a small number of Horse Girls.

"Is the historical legacy due to the transmigrants and Horse Girls?"

"Exactly," the receptionist bluntly said, reminding Aomo of the wolf-eared girl: "The Horse Girl Culture Special Zone and the Federal Earliest Transmigrant Special Zone—these two titles have brought both positive and negative effects to the Gate District; the former mainly shows in the economy, the latter more in administrative handling."

"Mr. Lin Dun, can you imagine that the Gate District's biggest annual administrative burden comes from the Horse Girls?"

"Strange as it may be, but it makes sense." Little Aomo nodded.

On good terms with the Central Student Council, and moreover already serving as a trainer in the role of Student Council President, having heard him mention some work contents, he fully understands that Horse Girls are both a ethnicity and can be seen as a profession, and even as a large population group, which in the eyes of administrative workers is actually quite troublesome.

The higher their social status, the more inconvenient they are to manage.

Especially when it involves some illegal and criminal incidents, the negative impact doesn't just affect the administrative department but also the judicial department.

However, I think in those earlier days, time travelers were the main burden on administration," he said softly, turning his head and looking toward the receptionist beside him.

As for that, the receptionist directly linked to the Gate District's administrative system merely gave a faint smile: "Is this rebellion forced upon you by your trainee status?"

No, I'm just being meticulous; I don't want to accept any possible guidance," Little Aomo said, glancing at the scanning light field not far away that was sweeping over their vehicle, "so did I guess wrong?"

The scanning instrument directly linked to the barrier generator stands ready at any moment to plunge a large area of space into alteration.

The result of taking action here is like being controlled step by step; the moment you're controlled, you'll also be endlessly slapped with BUFFs—no wonder this district, which has existed for so many years, has only ever recorded eleven attacks.

No, I didn't guess wrong.

Back when horse racing wasn't as popular as it is now, the troubles brought by various time travelers were our main concern," the receptionist admitted candidly, "and they presented a chart showing a yearly increase in numbers, which once led the government to consider abandoning the status of the 'Time Traveler Special Zone'."

But in the end, greed sealed the decision.

Such an evaluation carries an inducement, Mr. Linton.

I'm willing to apologize, but I think I didn't say anything wrong.

What a distorted apology," the receptionist, in the jolting carriage of the spatial-leap road device that could not interfere with the projection itself, looked down at the child before her with an utterly speechless gaze, even though she herself had only been born ten minutes ago, "I can only say that those workers ultimately did not give up, even as the related work of the horse girls of the same year increased and, in the following decades, swiftly surpassed the trouble caused by time travelers, and the promotional direction of the Gate District remained unchanged.

Because they've already started trying to integrate the efficiency of the administrative department?" The child tilted their head, gazing at the shifting light and shadow outside the window.

Setting spatial-leap devices on public roads makes it look, on screen, like some prop race in certain racing video games; occasionally a car will drive over those indicator lights, then the whole vehicle shoots up, or simply vanishes, or even suddenly accelerates—because the road material has undergone a decisive change.

As for such a scene that can easily startle time travelers, the receptionist herself was utterly unfazed, merely giving a calm nod: "Exactly so."

The Gate District government's development policy over the past 326 years has always been to advance, not retreat; firmly implementing the development route laid out by the Heart of Terra is also the reason they invited you to come in person rather than communicate online.

This year I'm not coming for the first time.

Yes, I can retrieve your previous business application records; roughly estimated in tens of millions, the registration of an entire planet's worth of bio-engineered lifeforms, handled under your personal name, is truly magnificent.

If you keep mocking me, I might just beat you up.

... Do you still remember the security check when you arrived, which required you to carry only the electronic equipment provided here, even a Digimon would need to complete registration before being able to connect?

Do you think I can't attack you directly?

I certainly know you still have that batch of special monster cards, but I must remind you not to harbor any violent intentions during the later discussion.

That could lead to rudeness and failure in the negotiations.

When even AI starts judging people by appearance, I will feel sorrow that humanity's right to be stupid is also being squeezed out by its creations.

"Very aggressive remark," the receptionist commented indifferently, "but I must regretfully inform you that you have reached your destination; our interaction ends here. Given the discrepancy between you and the previous scan results, the first question I was asked when my fixed service evaluation was interfered with by a superior order is: Do you truly enjoy this kind of communication atmosphere?"

"Yes, I am quite certain; I now really like this atmosphere."