Chapter 1223: The Tragic Loss and Terrifying Chaos

Watching skyscraper after skyscraper collapse with a roar, the architect Aokeweichi painfully closed his eyes.

His friend Luoqi pulled him slightly and whispered consolation.

"Don't look anymore; looking more is useless."

"The world has changed; we humans have lost our dominant position in this world, and in the future we must get used to the fact that we exist as subordinates to the Intelligent Body."

"We must demonstrate our value, because those without value will be regarded as trash by them."

"Just as they dispose of their own companions, throwing them into the smelting furnace."

"Forget your former identity, because only then can you live properly."

"Only by living can there be hope."

Aokeweichi lowered his head, in the drizzle, carrying the materials dismantled from the building and lifting them onto the distant vehicle.

"Luoqi, do you think we still have hope?"

Watching the traces of human civilization that we pride ourselves on being cleared away bit by bit, he felt extreme anguish.

And also extreme despair.

Robots do not limit their food supply, because they have no use for it, but they limit their industrial supplies.

Because most industrial supplies can be used as raw materials for manufacturing robots.

Being important resources, they will not waste such precious resources on humans.

Even a cell phone can be used to manufacture a machine that can be remotely operated for them.

Moreover, cell phones themselves have communication functions and can be used to build communication links.

Here, humans are not worthy to use industrial goods.

Even metal knives are not allowed.

Humans can use better ceramic knives, but cannot use metal knives.

Is there still hope for such a life?

Aokeweichi's words made Luoqi feel heavy-hearted; this is too depressing.

He is like an endless source of negative emotions, constantly pouring negative emotions into them, making their mood irritable.

"Alright, don't say that; we're still alive, aren't we?"

"What do you want? To resist? To end up like those people, a puddle of mud?"

"Buddy, you can't keep thinking about these things; you should think of something good—at least we're still useful and can still enjoy life."

"Although robots are cold, at least they won't harm you for no reason."

"In this regard, they are better than humans."

"We have free housing, food, free subways, free buses, right?"

"When there's no work, we can still go fishing and camping."

"We only need to work three days a week, which is many times better than the ordinary life before."

"We must learn to be content and learn to accept."

"They have eliminated our class, exploitation, and oppression; here there are no drugs, no firearms, no criminal syndicates."

"What more do we want?"

"Moreover, they don't completely reject us; those mechanical specialists, don't they all have a very good job?"

"The object of work has merely changed from the hands of the wealthy to robots."

Luoqi's scolding made Aokeweichi fall silent.

The constant blasting sounds in the distance struck his heart; friend Luoqi's words were even more like a sharp blade, piercing him through.

Is such a fate for humanity actually fortunate?

He thought of the monkeys in the zoo.

To build this country, they took several hundred years, but to destroy it, they only need a few dozen days.

When all traces and existence of humanity are wiped out, does humanity still have hope?

Despair devoured his inner self, making his steps stagger.

Luoqi felt that something was wrong with him; regarding his own previous words, he felt sorry, his words were harsh, but everything was for survival.

He whispered comfort.

"Buddy, forget what I just said; we still have hope—did you forget there's still the Big Building?"

"They have super manufacturing, the strongest military industry in the world, and also the strongest soldiers in the world."

"One day, they will come attack us."

Aokeweichi is a very pessimistic person.

"The Intelligent Body of the Big Building seems to be more numerous; they must be even more chaotic there."

Luoqi shook his head.

"No, you forgot the Jingmen Defense Zone?"

"Its existence just shows that the Big Building is safe."

"They must have a way to deal with these robots."

"We just need to stay alive and wait in peace."

Slowly, the two figures faded into the distance; the sound of collapsing buildings drowned out their conversation.

Behind them was a rapidly disappearing city.

Such things are happening in many places around the world.

In almost every robot-occupied zone, such things are happening.

Such demolition operations, on one hand, are for supplies; on the other hand, they are to clear hiding spaces for human resistance forces.

They want to turn humans into helpless, obedient babies.

After destroying such a huge city, do humans still have a place to live? Because humans are fleeing on a large scale, dying on a large scale, the remaining humans are few.

Conflicts erupt every day, meaning someone falls each day.

Outside the robot-occupied zones, humans' situation is just as bad.

Large gatherings of people not only cause shortages of supplies, but also trigger massive chaos.

Robbery, rape, and gangsterism run rampant.

Women are sold; men are hurriedly conscripted into the reserves under the military's drive.

Elderly people and children barely survive on meager food, provided that villains don't rob you.

This is also the reason for promoting cybernetic artificial hearts, kidneys, etc.

Otherwise, this place would become a storage depot for human organs.

People in war-torn areas have no human rights.

Better to be a peaceful-era dog than a chaotic-era person; this saying bloodily illustrates life in today's war-torn zones.

The war has exhausted the local officials to the point they can't even attend to these matters.

At night, in some corner of the city, women's anguished screams and children's wails often appear.

In a certain corner of the city, the number of bones is increasing with time.

Pet dogs'? Or humans'?

Some people even tear women's clothes in broad daylight on the streets.

There is also a group of women wielding weapons on the street, smashing a man into pieces.

The chaos lasted a long time; finally the authorities began to take action.

"Shut the windows, shut the doors; from today on, a curfew will be enforced."

"Anyone still wandering the streets after 9 p. m. will be shot on sight."

"The homeless, go to the relief station; there they provide two meals a day."

In chaotic times, heavy penalties should be used; the people here understand that as well.

But such actions have not allayed the populace's fear.

Because they truly feel that now is the apocalypse.

Every day, massive casualty numbers; every day, the population dwindles; every day, people mysteriously disappear.

All of this is telling them.

This world is finished; robots will exterminate all humanity.

This is the end of the world.

Those with ability are fleeing; those without ability are waiting for the day the robots arrive.

The whole world exudes an aura of despair.

Of course, except for the Jingmen Defense Zone.

But the Jingmen Defense Zone does not accept just anyone.