area51novel Chapter 651 All of you, come and work illegally!
Chapter 651 All of you, come and work illegally!
Chapter 651 All of you, come and work illegally!
Ah Jian yawned widely and stuffed the last package into the "Magnemite" delivery company's electric tricycle.
The nights in Watervein City are always tinged with the salty smell of the sea breeze, but tonight seems unusually quiet.
He rubbed his aching neck and felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of having to get up early to deliver packages again tomorrow.
"Sigh, if only I could find an easier job..."
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He muttered to himself, then suddenly smiled knowingly.
But life is pretty good now!
Humming a song, he got on his bike and merged into the sparse traffic.
As he passed the most impressive glass building in the city center, he subconsciously shrank his neck.
That was the research and development center of "Rotom Technology," which was said to be full of highly intelligent geniuses who spent their days tinkering with circuit boards and flying phones that he couldn't understand at all.
Last month, the company issued a notice saying that Rotom Technology was willing to provide training opportunities in "Very Large Cluster Circuit Engraving", and those who performed well could be hired directly.
The supervisor even patted him on the shoulder and said, "Jian, you're young, you should give it a try if you have the chance!"
Should I give it a try? Ah Jian shook his head inwardly.
He would ponder for a long time before daring to replace a broken light bulb at home, instead of studying those seemingly incomprehensible circuits.
Just thinking about those densely packed circuit diagrams and flashing Rotom made his scalp tingle, as if he had returned to the fear of being dominated by physics class back in the day.
His biggest wish is to deliver his packages safely and peacefully, staying as far away from high-tech things as possible.
Exhaustion finally overcame his thoughts, and Ah Jian returned home and fell asleep immediately.
"Hehe... Hehe... Hehe one" 7
A panting sound, like the wind breaking through the air, rang out, and a wisp of black mist emerged from his body.
When he woke up again, Ah Jian found himself standing in a dazzlingly white, futuristic hall.
He was surrounded by floating holographic screens, on which scrolled complex circuit diagrams and energy flow models that he couldn't understand at all.
A cold, electronic voice rang in his ear: "6"
"Congratulations, Mr. Jian! You have been selected for the Rotom Large Scale Cluster Circuit Engraving Advanced Training Program."
Those who fail the assessment will face huge penalties and be blacklisted in the industry.
"No! I don't want to! I only know how to deliver packages!"
Ah Jian screamed in terror, trying to run away, but found himself unable to move.
High in the sky, a nightmare formed from shadows and fear emerged, reading Ah Jian's "memories" and accurately capturing his deep fear and resistance to advanced technology.
"Does fear... crave ignorance? Well, I'll do the opposite!"
The boss slammed the office window shut, seemingly trying to shut out the increasingly intense, restless atmosphere of the "new era" outside.
His "Rock Machinery" factory has been operating for thirty years, specializing in the production of robust and durable gear-driven industrial robots.
Although it is bulky and not very efficient, it is durable and easy to repair, and has a group of long-term customers who trust it.
But in recent years, business has become increasingly difficult.
Those newly emerging companies are always talking about "Rotom's intelligence" and "cloud collaboration."
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"Adaptive algorithm".
He had seen their products; they were flashy and full of electronic components. If even one part broke, the whole machine would break down!
In his view, that was nothing short of heresy and a betrayal of traditional mechanical craftsmanship!
"Hmph, Rotom Technology? It's nothing but opportunism!"
Mr. Wang took a sip of strong tea indignantly.
What he fears most is that one day his factory will be unable to survive and will be acquired by companies called Rotom, transforming his life's work into cold, automated production lines that he doesn't recognize.
That would be worse than killing him.
Worried, Boss Wang slumped over his desk and fell into a deep sleep.
"Heh heh...heh heh..."
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When he opened his eyes again, Tianxia found himself standing in a familiar workshop, but the scene before him terrified him.
His beloved, greasy gear lathes are being dismantled and melted by a giant robotic arm!
Instead, there are automated production lines made up of countless Rotom modules, shimmering with a deep blue light.
A newspaper drifted by and landed in his hand, with a huge, eye-catching headline on it:
"PanShi Machinery" has been wholly acquired by "Rotom Future Industries," and its old production lines have been completely phased out.
"Stop! This is my factory! You heretics!"
Tianxia's eyes widened in fury as he rushed forward to try and stop them, but he was grabbed and lifted up by a group of people.
The nightmare quietly appeared, savoring the extreme resistance to technological innovation and the fear of it as heresy that Boss Wang remembered.
"Fear... what you crave is stubbornness and conservatism."
Xiao Dong adjusted his glasses and entered the last piece of data into the computer.
The only sound in the laboratory was the soft hum of the instruments.
He is bidding for an extremely important project—"Optimization of the core energy series circuit of a six-unit giant Rotom machine".
If this project succeeds, it will represent a breakthrough in the field of large-scale Rotom collaboration, bringing with it a flood of funding and accolades.
But his rival, the pine research fellow who always had a confident smile and far better interpersonal relationships than him, was also working on the same project.
There have been rumors that the pine tree researchers seem to have made significant progress.
This made Xiao Li very uneasy, unable to eat or sleep.
His greatest fear is not how difficult the project itself is, but that his competitors will beat him to it, and all his efforts will be in vain.
He couldn't bear the humiliation and sense of defeat.
"Heh heh...heh heh...heh heh heh..."
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When Xiao Dong opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in front of a huge holographic projection, with the complex "six-in-one" Rotom power series circuit diagram in the center of the projection.
Across from him, the researcher Song Shu was wearing a mocking smile, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard, optimizing and perfecting a key node of the circuit diagram at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"No! Stop! That's my line of thinking!" Xiao Dong tried to rush over, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.
He watched helplessly as the pine tree researcher was about to achieve a breakthrough, and despair overwhelmed him.
The nightmare absorbed the fear stemming from the failure in the competition and the loss of its achievements with pleasure, and the blank spaces in its mind seemed to be filled with a lot more.
"Fear...stems from jealousy and resentment. Brilliance keeps you forever on the verge of failure, always just a hair's breadth away!"
The nightmare begins to construct a competitive nightmare where success is infinitely close, yet failure always comes at the last hurdle.
Two million human nightmares, each with a bizarre and varied core.
However, through Natsume's precise "grafting" with his "Memory Scalpel," without exception, they all became strongly associated with a specific subfield of Rotom mech technology!
Natsume shared all the technical challenges, theoretical conjectures, and even wildly imaginative ideas he could think of regarding the giant Rotom mech.
They were all dismantled, broken up, and then cleverly woven into the source of fear in these two million "fake memories".
His goal was never just to save people.
He intends to seize this hard-won opportunity to transform this nightmare space of two million people into an unprecedented, ultra-large-scale "distributed parallel computing network" and "inspiration generator".
The "workers" that drive this unprecedented biological computer are the nightmares that create nightmares by reading memories!
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