SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

On the fifth day of his imprisonment, Moskevich found that he had lost his basic judgment on the specific moment of the day.The distinction between day and night no longer makes sense.As for everything outside, it seems to have returned to the original blank state.

The closed space is exactly the same as the laboratory, the only difference is the size of the glass windows.But he knows very well that even without the 24-hour observation of researchers wearing white coats and masks covering their faces, several surveillance probes will be watching him all the time like human eyes, and this kind of watching is even more unreserved.Thinking that the pictures of himself and other "prisoners" would appear on the big screen at an unknown place at the same time and be watched and analyzed by others, Moskevich wanted to find a place to vomit.

——This is simply an enhanced version of Panopticon Prison.

He couldn't stay for a moment.

But compared with Sotopia, which is still gentle and gentle, the "sanatorium" under the FBI's jurisdiction to exercise personal control functions is more heavily guarded.Judging from Alexander's attitude and caliber, escaping from this white cage on his own will only accelerate his own tragedy.He was still in a drugged coma when he was brought here, and he didn't know the internal layout and security situation of the center. However, as the dark side of the FBI, the guards patrolling day and night and armed with live ammunition were naturally able to completely block his actions.Moskevich maintains the dehumanized excessive rationality that he is both proud of and ashamed of, and this artificially constructed rationality is repeatedly warning him: maintain the status quo.

At the same time, like an opened Pandora's box, the longing for freedom pushed him to find an opportunity to break the status quo.

Since we can't use physical means to break through from the inside, we should start with "people" and actively dig out the gaps in the power network under the unknown group.

Moskevich observed the surrounding environment calmly. There is no table in the "cell", the walls are made of soft materials, and all possible sharp edges and corners are firmly covered with a layer of cushioning foam, so there is no chance of self-harm by external forces; the bedding cannot be dismantled into strips Even if the rope is removed, there is no way to find a binding point around him, and he cannot threaten the guards with hanging himself—unless he chooses to take off his pants and strangle himself to suffocation.

Although somewhat ironic, Moskevich even thought of biting his tongue, but quickly rejected the plan.One is because the price of physical pain is too high, and the other is that it is very likely to lose the opportunity to play a verbal game with the other party. This move is tantamount to self-destruction of the Great Wall.

Although his final choice wasn't much better.

"I know you're watching me."

Moskevich stared coldly at one of the discovered cameras, with a vigilant and even murderous expression unreservedly revealed between his brows and eyes, and even his voice sounded like an ultimatum to his old enemy—although he did not agree with The opponent's equal position and capital.

"I want to talk to your superiors, and call Alexander to me. Otherwise," he raised one wrist to his mouth, and used his teeth to test the position of the artery through the pale skin. The determination to see death as home. "I'll bite my veins."

This is not a game of equals.Moskevich couldn't know exactly his possible losses, but the game capital was undoubtedly infinitely close to zero, and there were only knowledge-level techniques, and luck that was not enough to introduce into consideration.

Less than a minute later, the lock outside the cell door was opened.

At the moment when the door hinge rang, Moskevich even imagined no less than three consequences if he resisted.For example, he rushed forward, grabbed Alexander by the neck, and took out his gun to threaten him—but Alexander is not Steven, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be a hostage in an "undefended" state, maybe In the next second, he would be pinned to the ground with his neck stuck and unable to move.

So, when Alexander entered the room, Moskevich hardly made a fuss.

The mysterious special envoy sat across from him with a fake smile, screened everyone behind him, and even the person in charge of the monitoring room turned off the camera in satisfaction.Alexander's expression seemed a little helpless: "You obviously have a face full of intellectual beauty, but you are so rude and reckless when you do things. Say 'No. 71', what trouble do you want to cause us?"

"I can't escape, but before I'm completely brainwashed by you, I still have some things to figure out." Moskevich replied calmly. "No matter what happens afterwards, now, I just need to know a truth that is insignificant to you."

"You still overestimate yourself."

Moskevich ignored the other party's ridicule: "Although I don't know the inside story of Agreement 23, the internal situation of the FBI, or even your identity, some things can still be inferred. After all, in the past 20 years Here is my job. You just need to answer one question: Is your real purpose in preventing Sotopia from taking root in the United States, and even intending to destroy it ethically, is to liberate yourself from the global order and make countries go back to the past. Suspicious Darwinian state of competition? So that both warmongers who once lost their businesses and large trusts resting on their laurels can profit from future chaos.”

The corner of Alexander's mouth twitched, and his eyes flickered with sarcasm: "Your statement is too vulgar, and there are still many idealists in this world. To put it more closely, this is for the vital interests of the United States ; and in the long run, this is also the need of freedom."

"What you want is not freedom at all, but an order dominated by yourself."

"Yes, you are right." Alexander nodded briskly to affirm the other party's fierce questioning. "Sotopia pays too much attention to 'technology'. Whether it is scientific technology or political technology, they always want to separate technology from people, and want this huge multinational machine to cross the boundaries of countries and directly become the driver of the entire human society .This is not an order, but a ridiculous paradox: since Sotopia wants to lay a bright future for mankind, it must prune the backward 'dead branches' for the progress of civilization. However, who is qualified to make a ruling? Is it you 'seekers' who are neither human nor machine?"

"Of course not us. But Sotopia is not as bad as you describe. Learn to use the mechanics of society better than anyone-after all, they made their fortunes from criticizing, and now they just flip the chessboard and use what they know best. Theories construct ideal morality and order. At least in this day and age, violence is too easy to arouse resistance, and even the decline of a certain cultural trait will make any country feel like an enemy."

"I didn't expect that a victim of yours would start to defend the perpetrator. Sotopia's researchers are really amazing." Alexander sneered.

"I'm not going to defend anyone, including myself. This is just the result of taking my position out of the equation."

Alexander adjusted his sitting posture gracefully, looking interested: "Extreme rationality often leads to extreme madness. Especially scientists, and social scientists are even more so. The society is very clear about its position, so they are still entertaining themselves in the distant Geneva It seems innocent to build the sand table of human society happily. As for the dirty methods under the table, others are responsible. To be honest, I am a very pragmatic person. Compared with these, I would like to ask you another Question, although you have always refused to answer before: Where is the laboratory you used to work in?"

Moskevich sneered and asked back: "When you attacked the laboratory convoy and shot the staff, didn't you already know the coordinates?"

Alexander did not answer, but only gave Moskevich a meaningful smile.