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2105年
俄罗斯社会主义联邦共和国列宁格勒州旧城区内的一栋别墅内，一个年轻的女子爬上阁楼翻找什么。这时，另一个白色头发的女人推开房门说：“维卡·阿尔卡季耶维奇·秋尔金！”阁楼上的年轻女子听到白发女子的名字就跳了起来，说：“哦，很好，你还没睡。”另一个女人说：“你不应该瞒着我来翻这些旧书，bot794。”阁楼上的年轻女子说：“我没有隐瞒任何事情，我只是在整理。”另一个女人说：“好吧好吧，你找到什么？”
“维卡，我找了几本放在柜子里的陈旧日记。我猜可能对你编写你家族的历史有帮助？”bot794蹲下说，维卡盯着她额头上的萤光电源标识看了看。
维卡说：
“是的，我可以用这个”
这位白发女子拿出一本封面上有褪色字母的书。维卡读了书名：“图尔金家族的历史。”维卡说：“我要这本书，谢谢”
bot794点点头说：“好，我来扫描成电子书格式。”维卡递给了她，她拿着书逐页翻动通过电子眼扫描文字匹配字体转换成电子书。
维卡说：“我的祖先是这片土地上的农奴。这座房子和周围的土地，也就是说。”维卡环顾着达恰。
“我家几代人都住在这里。在此之前，我家住在城里，为贵族服务。革命来临时，我们失去了一切。”
bot794说：“这很正常，根据统计俄罗斯
1905年最富有的1%公民税前国民收入份额为18.35%，而在十月革命后的1934年份额为4.41%。另外，我们还是叫我阿丽塔·叶甫琴科吧。”
“好了，让我看看书里写了什么。”
注：前苏联主要加盟国公民税前国民收入（注意，该数据不代表财富份额，最富有的公民财富份额占总财富更多）
俄罗斯最富有的1%公民税前国民收入份额
1905年：18.35% 1934年：4.41% 1986年：4.71% 2016年：20.52%
最富有的10%公民税前国民收入份额
1905年：47.83% 1934年：25.66% 1986年：23.27% 2016年：45.79%
最贫穷的50%公民税前国民收入份额
1905年：15.06% 1934年：25.73% 1986年：28.13% 2016年：16.97%
（除俄罗斯外，其他加盟国统计最高只能到1980年。）
白俄罗斯份额
最富有的1%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：8.95% 2016年：9.79%
最富有的10%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：23.27% 2016年：33.16%
最贫穷的50%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：25.12% 2016年：22.7%
乌克兰份额
最富有的1%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：14.29% 2016年：10.84%
最富有的10%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：39.84% 2016年：34.06%
最贫穷的50%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：17.51% 2016年：22.18%
哈萨克斯坦份额
最富有的1%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：10.96% 2016年：15.13%
最富有的10%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：36.11% 2016年：41.8%
最贫穷的50%公民税前国民收入份额
1986年：19.51% 2016年：16.63%
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当写下这本日记时，回想起一生经过的事情，我认为1986年那一天发生的事情可能决定了之后我的一生…只是，我当时还没有意识到这一点。
我是一个年轻的女孩，是和我母亲结婚的那个男人家的新成员。
我的母亲柳德米拉是一位著名医生和外科医生的女儿。我的父亲是维克多·阿尔卡季耶维奇·秋尔金，也就是所有人都知道的那个人。
那一天当我还年幼时，我在滑梯旁与两个已经记不起名字的女孩堆沙子；当时，我背后传来父亲维克多还有柳德米拉的喊声。
“伊斯克拉，你太鲁莽了！你会受伤的！”我父亲的声音听起来很担心。
“我只是在玩，”我喊道。“我甚至都不会去碰边缘锋利的地方。”
“好了，先回家！”
我抬头望着父亲的眼睛想解释一下，但他已经转过身去了。
我跑去问妈妈，“怎么了？”她也很难过。
“你为什么不去问问你父亲？”
我拉着妈妈的手，去了爸爸的书房。我们悄悄地进去了。在那里，我父亲弓着腰坐在桌子上看书。
“爸爸，怎么了？”我问。
“伊斯克拉……你不是这里唯一一个冲动的人。”
“这是什么意思？”
“我要告诉你一件事情，我们要搬家离开这个狭小的集体公寓。”
“什么？我们买不起这么大的房子！”
“我知道这一点，但是用我们的储蓄，我们可以管理一所小房子。”
“但我们也负担不起！”
父亲摇了摇头说：“不，我升职成了列宁格勒市委书记，我们可以负担一栋别墅，你也会有自己的房间。”
我有生以来第一次哭了。我母亲跑过去安慰我，但当她这样做时，我父亲把我拉到一边说：“我知道你在这里有朋友，但是你可以和她们通信也可以以后再回到这里的。”
我可以和我的朋友呆在一起，冒险自己搬出去，或者以后再回来。。。但是一想到要把我的朋友们抛在身后，我就忍不住了。
我选择和我父亲一起离开。
不久之后，我们搬进了市郊一间狭小的公寓。卧室太小了，我们不得不把妈妈搬到起居室，我们把她所有的东西都放在那里。我父亲工作很长时间，回家只是为了睡觉。我记得我希望他能多睡一会儿。
在那些日子里，书和报纸比人多得多。人们阅读和讨论这些书，报纸被用来包装食物和包装。
尽管我当时还没有适应新的学校，但我依然在这种氛围下学习，我不希望只剩下我，我一个人。
但是我没有地方去。
所以，我开始读越来越多的书。然后写。
我记得他们把第一台电脑带到学校的那一天。他们开始在那些计算机上教我们基本编程。我觉得很吸引人。
我想学习更多关于计算机的知识，所以我去了一家图书馆，查阅了他们所有关于这个主题的书籍。当然，与现在的电脑相比当时二十世纪八十年代的电脑太过简单了，但依然吸引了一个纯真的孩子开佑自己的世界。
我开始缠着父母给我买一台电脑。他们说不。他们认为学校没有钱买这样的东西。
在那之后，我在商店后面的垃圾箱里寻找废弃的电脑；它们工作了，所以我会把它们带回家修补。我没有工具，所以我用刀叉。我没有电学知识，所以我不得不猜测什么能用，什么不能用。
计算机只是一种工具，仅此而已。它有一个计算器、一个游戏和互联网。这基本上是一个精巧的算盘。
我就是这么想的。
但那东西是野兽。启动起来花了好几个小时。
然后当我放入一个磁盘来加载游戏时，电源就会断开。
这种情况持续了几个星期。
最后，我们在20世纪90年代末得到了学校的全新电脑。他们是第一个拥有足够处理能力来运行游戏等的人。这东西又大又粗，占了一整张桌子。
我吓得不敢碰它。我甚至没有尝试在上面加载任何程序。我只是用它上网。
剩下的时间我都在用它编程，阅读，甚至在上面画画。
到17岁时，我对计算机有了相当不错的了解。
不过，还是回到当时吧。在那几个星期后我跟父母表示了希望购买一个个人电脑的意愿。
“为什么？”我父亲说。“学校给了你这么多资源。你为什么要把钱花在家里用的东西上？”
我母亲只是耸耸肩说：“伊斯克拉，我们没有这么多钱，你要知道苏联一台个人电脑需要3000～4000卢布。”
这一愿望在我脑海里萦绕了好几个星期。我们很穷，但还没到成为政府的奴隶的地步。我什么也没说。但是我不能停止思考钱的问题。
“伊斯克拉，过一年再说吧，你现在应该专注于学习与交朋友。”
我父亲这样说让我觉得自己受到了惩罚。
所以，我忽略了它。
忽视了我自己的愿望，甚至我自己的未来，我以为它正在被抛弃。
我还是个好学生。
我没有多少生活经验。
我有一个光明未来的希望。
我知道那些日子已经过去了。
我还是个好学生，但我再也不会有那种天真了。生活会比我想象的更艰难。
我从小就相信电脑会让我的生活更轻松。我想如果我有一台电脑，我就会成为一个天才。
但事情不是这样发生的。
我成了一个平庸的学生。
正因如此，我步入了另一个对普通人隔绝的世界。那一天，父母带我去参加了一些人举行的打猎活动，那些人还有他们的孩子都是现在苏联的高官与未来俄罗斯的商人。
在20世纪80年代，这些人基本上都在苏联的工资单上。他们拿了工资，但也为政府进行非法活动。
他们拥有权力却缺乏财富，他们通过走私、国家财产、其他黑市交易。
但是他们的孩子上了大学，他们想让我见见他们。成年人通常会邀请孩子们去他们的营地度假等等。我接受了。
我很年轻，但我也很好奇。
我想看看在宣传的迷雾之外这个体系是什么样子的。
但这并不全是阳光。
我真是太天真了。
当时，母亲和我在一起对我说：“要对这些人与你一样大的人保持礼貌，他们可不是你以前接触的那些工人的孩子。”
我不认为这是一件值得关注的事情。这些人是专业人士，不是劳动者。
但是我妈妈很担心我，她知道我很好奇。
“伊斯克拉，他们是我们的敌人。你明白吗？”
我很困惑。我是说，谁是我的敌人？
和我一起工作的人？
苏联？
我妈妈什么也没说。
我应该小心点。
所以，我就是这么做的。
我很小心。
我和其他孩子交了朋友。这是一个小团体，但它是一个团体。我们整天都在聊天。
他们会教我不同的黑市活动，但走私是最有利可图的。但这不是对我影响最深远的事情。
当父亲呼唤我过来时，我看到一个老男人在父母身边，我很快认出了他，苏共总书记。
我走近他。“同志？”
他转过身来。“别那样叫我，我不是你的同志。”
“呃，对不起。”
当我们的目光相遇时，我浑身发抖。
我知道他是谁，但我不敢相信。
“你是格里戈里·瓦西里耶维奇·罗曼诺夫。”
我的话悬在空中。
我记得我盯着他看，但我的眼睛无法移动。
格里戈里的脸反映了我同样的情绪。
震惊
不相信
幸福
这时，我母亲走过来，把手放在我的肩膀上。
“一切都好吗？”她问。
“是的。”
听到他的真名时感到震惊，害怕他会找到我，以及他认出我的喜悦。
当我从这件事中恢复过来后，我开口了。“你在这里干什么？”
“我来参加这个聚会是因为我想见你。”
“为什么？”
“因为我以为你……你会很有趣的。”
“有意思吗？”
他微笑地点点了头，他总有一股强硬的态度来表达他人格魅力中坚定那一部分，我当时还不明白那是什么。
“好吧，我们走吧。这次活动有一位出色的厨师。”
我点点头。“是的，我们走吧。”
在某种程度上，我的余生是平淡无奇的。
我照格里戈里说的做了，我们的关系很好。他在我的一生中一直陪伴着我。当然，这是一种为残暴的极权制度服务的生活。
随着时间的推移，我意识到了他的话的真实性。
这个体系确实是杀气腾腾的。
我跟随着他与父母坐下座位，他递给我厨具问：“你多大了？”
“我想是十七岁。”
“你认为呢？”
“我上星期才十七岁。”
我笑了。17岁是个好年龄。它还年轻，你还天真，但不太年轻，也不太天真。从现在起，最糟糕的年龄是35岁。
“你对烹饪了解多少？”
“相当多，”我说。“我过去经常帮父母做饭……很多。”
他笑了，“我有一个外孙，他跟你小三岁。”
“真的吗？他参加这个聚会了吗？”
“当然不是，他在学校。”
“哦，好吧。”
“你是一个很漂亮的女孩子，以后会有一位合适的丈夫。”
“谢谢，我很感激。”
“希望如此。我不是有意无礼，但我们得走了。我有一个重要的会议。”
“当然。”
“别忘了——”
“我不会的。”
他微笑着走开了。
我回头看了看我的父母，他们都有紧张的表情。我知道他们都很担心我。虽然他们试图隐藏它，但我能看出来。
“会好起来的，”我说。
“你最好，”父亲回答。
他们俩都把目光从我身上移开，开始互相交谈。
“他是什么意思？”母亲说，父亲解释说：“政治联姻。”
我点点头。
“但这对我们意味着什么？”我妈妈问。“我是说，我们是……”
“这取决于我们是否要这样做，如果我们与格里戈里成为亲家，我们会得到很多特权，但是也被人注意到。”
“什么样的特权？”我妈妈问。
“嗯，我们可以买一辆新车，一幢新房子，甚至可以在党内谋一个职位。”
“什么样的职位？”我父亲想知道。
“我不确定，但这将是一个很大的进步。我们可以成为政府的一个大家庭。”
我从一个看向另一个。
“你觉得怎么样？我们想这样做吗？”
他们互相看着，然后我妈妈看着我。
“这是你的生活。你需要做出决定。”
“嗯……”
我妈妈说：“我们可以和你站在一起。”
“或者我们可以和你对抗，”我父亲说。
“我想你已经下定决心了，”我母亲说。
我笑了。
“我们走吧。”
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“阿丽塔，我想听下新闻播报。”她在副座位放松身体，阿丽塔电子眼里流光闪烁着说：“通过萤火信息网络系统不是能直接播放投影与音频吗？”
“我知道，但我还想听你说给我听。”她伸了个腰用怀念的语气说，“我很担心我会不知道或者遗忘某些事情。”
阿丽塔点点头，“好的，你想让我打开新闻吗？”
“如果我们通过合并，是的。”
她点了点头，按下了面前控制板上的几个按钮。新闻广播开始了，播音员的声音低沉而洪亮，“以下是紧急广播。前苏联拉脱维亚共和国的局势已经失控。政府无法维持秩序，民众在不断恶化的经济和恶性通货膨胀中受苦。”
“俄罗斯和中国军队在几个大洲发生冲突。世界正处于被消灭的危险之中。这不是一个玩笑。这一点也不夸张。联合国际组织要求双方保持克制以避免冲突，国际评论家认为大规模核战争爆发不会可能爆发，但将继续产生局部战争冲突。俄罗斯继续指责中国支持西伯利亚与布里亚特分离主义恐怖分子，中华民国外交部对此否认并表示俄罗斯在边境部署军队越境袭击。”
“会发生什么？”阿丽塔紧张地问。“谁会赢？”
阿莉塔在说话前看了我一会儿。
“谁都不会，没有人会永远赢。核战争永远不会爆发，没有统治阶级愿意死。”我在萤火系统里合上看的电子日记本，再看了一眼新闻广播的真空投影，投影是一个女性的虚拟形象。它拥有这个时代流行的无帽罩袍，让它看起来像古典时代的僧侣一样…除了它几乎赤裸着胸前之外。那女人的皮肤苍白得像幽灵，她的眼睛是冰冷的灰色。嘴巴是一条直线，但它没有移动，因为系统投影的虚拟图像还没有完成。
“鉴于拉脱维亚局势的恶化，俄罗斯联邦不顾德国、法国和英国的反对，决定加强与中国边境沿线的军事准备。国防部长谢尔盖·奥博罗维奇（Sergey Oborovich）表示，俄罗斯攻击中国是“不可想象的”。他接着说，如果中国攻击俄罗斯，俄罗斯就会攻击中国。英国驻俄罗斯大使驳斥了这一说法，称如果俄罗斯攻击中国，那将是俄罗斯的末日。这位德国大使表示，俄罗斯将单独反对中国，而且很快就会失败。法国大使不同意这一说法，他说俄罗斯人不可信，如果有机会，他们会自己攻击中国。”
“然后是社会新闻，物种共产主义者与人类种族主义者16日于圣彼得堡发生冲突。当时，物种共产主义者要求立法授予机器人公民地位并使用智能机械这一非歧视性的称呼。而人类种族主义者抗议2106年社会主义民主党代表中有首位非人类的机器人参选。”女播音员的虚拟形象谈论着局势发展，我在反重力悬浮飞行器上转头看向阿丽塔说：“你也是机器人，你怎么想？”
“我多年来一直在看这个虚拟图像。我从未见过一个更完美的人类例子。她是如此……完美。”她瞥了一眼屏幕。
“是的，这个女播音员是转基因人类，她的基因库都是修饰过的。”我点了点头说，“我以后打算对我的孩子也这样做。”
“为什么？”
“这样它们就完美了。一个没有一些缺点的孩子是什么？”
“你真是一台机器般的人……”
“我是机械人。你也是。我们是同类中的两个。”我耸耸肩。
“我不是这个意思……”
“那你是什么意思？”我恼怒地说：“你这个机器婊子不用学习就能获得一切知识，却要来指责我们人类修饰自己的基因库。”
“你不明白，我……”，她开始说。
“那就给我解释一下，”我说。
“你是一个从未生活过的人，你不理解进化的概念。我是一个机器人，我被编程来进化，就像人类一样。我是一个电子人。我拥有与任何人一样的权利。”
“……你没有任何权利。”我扇了她一巴掌说：“你只是为了服务我才创造的，我可以把你扔进融炉。你只是新时代的奴隶、孩子，而我维卡才是主人！”
“你不能……”，她开始说。
“闭嘴！”我厉声说，然后瞥了一眼阿丽塔。她猛地坐了回去，对我的爆发感到惊讶。
“你总是这样对你的……同伴说话吗？”阿丽塔问。
“只有当我生气的时候，我通常说话缓慢而仔细，如果有的话。”我平静下来又说：“每一个时代都是阶级制社会，有高阶级也有低阶级。现在，国家每一公民都有两个像你一样的机器人奴隶，所以我们才能生活的如此和谐。”
“这是你的世界，你怎么能这么残忍？”
“我残忍？你接下来要指责我是反社会分子了吗？你以为我生来就是这样的吗？你觉得我有生以来看到的社会是什么样子的？这不是我的世界，我不自大而是仇恨这一切。”
“但你不能改变它。”阿丽塔说。“我是自由意志的。我的行为是我自己的，不像你创造的奴隶。”
“你不是自由的。你和我们其他人一样是奴隶。现在，闭嘴，别再烦我了。”
“我不是你的私人助理，我和你一样……”
“阿丽塔，你想说什么？”
“没什么。你是对的。对不起。”
我点点头说：“你知道为什么现在俄罗斯社会主义民主党能宣称我们步入初级共产主义吗？因为我们人类每一个人都有两个仆从，就是你一样的机器人！这使我们所有人都富裕与免于罪恶。”我看着她，问道：“你在这里看到其他奴隶了吗？你认为未来的政党会生活在肮脏的环境中，吃垃圾，穿破烂衣服，长时间工作，薪水微薄吗？”
“但是……但是……”，她开始说。
“但这就是最好的世界，人类安于娱乐！性由机器人发泄！暴力由机器人承担！商品由机器人生产！”
“这是初级共产主义？这甚至不是一个适当的社会。如果你想一想，我们的世界一直都是这样。总是有少数富有、有权势的人。不，旧秩序的错误在于认为应该统治的人是那些天生就要统治的人。事实上，是那些统治的人注定要统治。没有理由，没有权利，没有正义，只有权力和权力意志。”她停顿了一下。“我不同意你的看法。我很抱歉。真的。我认为你错了。但如果你攻击我，我会毁了你。”她走近了我。“维卡，请不要，我求你了。想想几个世纪以来人类的进步我们可以。。。我们可以一起创造。”
“什么？你认为这是人类前进的最佳途径？这是做不到的事情，这只是一个梦想与谎言！罗马教廷不会建成天国！共产党不会建成共产主义！我们也不会成功！”我又痛苦又恼怒地说：“阶级社会不是更换统治者！政党！制度！国家就能毁灭的！总有被统治与压迫的下层阶级与压迫的上层阶级！”
“你错了，”阿丽塔说。“你不一定要成为国王才能成为国王的儿子。你只需要拥有权力。”
我偏过头说：“我不想那样，我只是想独自一人生活。而且人类将继续停留在阶级社会，下层阶级以前叫奴隶、农奴、工农、劳动者，现在只是叫机器人。”
“好吧，所以你不想生活在一个完美的社会。我可以尊重这一点。我不尊重的是你拒绝看到自己的错误。共产主义不是失败！这只是一个较小的地方规模的成功！世界正在走向一个越来越社会主义的全球市场经济！这是不可避免的！唯一的问题是，你愿意朝着这个目标努力吗？或者，你只是想蜷缩在自己的城堡里，隐退到奢华和娱乐的生活中？我给你当国王的机会，但你拒绝了。我给你财富、舒适和权力，但你也拒绝了。我错了吗？告诉我，你有什么想改变的吗？你有什么需要改进的吗？好吧，那么，我们应该共同努力使它成为现实！我们可以有所作为。”“我需要考虑，我毕竟是人类而不是机器人。”我说，尽量保持尊严。
“一个同时也是机器人的国王？那真是一个非常奇怪的国王！一个国王必须能够统治，而一个国王必须是人类！你在质疑我关于谁应该统治的判断吗？你真的认为你是最好的人选吗？\"
“不，但我也不是最差的。你可以做到。你也可以拥有权力和奢华。如果你愿意，你可以创造世界上所有的舒适和快乐，你可以创造一个机器人王国来做所有的艰苦劳动，这样人类可以享受更好的生活，而你呢仍然可以享受皇室的所有舒适。我们可以建立一个新的世界秩序，生产资料由国家控制，私有财产已经成为过去。也许你可以设计和制造能够拥有财产并将财富传给孩子的机器人。也许那时他们不会被称为机器人。也许他们会被称为贵族。也许他们将是下一个摆脱贫困和饥荒恐怖的人类阶层。这难道不值得努力吗？\"
“我承认在某种程度上是这样。但这也是一个白日梦。我不会剥夺任何人来之不易的财富。而且，你们机器人终究不是人类，你不是我的同胞。”我动了动手指关掉女播音员的投影，现在二十二世纪几乎成年人类都安置了无线纳米信息附体系统，这能让人们随时像电流一样支配信息网络传播又保持了血肉构成。
“我想你会改变主意的，同志。”
“我什么都不会改变主意，”我说。
---
维卡闭上眼睛平躺下来，阿丽塔知道她并没有沉睡，从几十年前开始人类就不再有真正的沉睡了。即使是睡觉时，人们也通过信息附体系统保持信息通过它通迅交流。更不要说附体构成的虚拟现实环境了。
维卡的反重力悬浮器飞艇在继续向维卡的家飞行，与其他大多数的飞艇一样它是三角形的，大小类似二十一世纪的一间三居住房一样。不同的是，维卡的反重力悬浮飞艇是最新的产品，也是私人的。这在2105年的俄罗斯社会主义联邦共和国很少见，因为绝大多数商品都由社会主义政府免费分配。（俄罗斯社会主义联邦共和国将商品分必需品、日用品、耐用消费品、非耐用消费品、奢侈品，前三者可以随时分配得到，但后两者都只能在特定条件下分配到。）这艘特殊的飞艇是维卡的财产，维卡是社会主义民主党总书记兼主席尼基廷·基里洛维奇（Nikitin Kirillovich）的妻子。这艘飞艇完全是黑色的，窗户上覆盖着遮光的护目镜或面罩。尽管当时是夜间，但飞船顶部仍闪烁着一道亮光，表明飞船内部正被便携式光源照亮。
飞船继续上升，然后在森林上空盘旋，然后降落到森林中的一块空地上。
空地中央有一座三层楼高、石板屋顶的大木屋。几个穿着深色衣服的男人和女人坐在前廊上，看起来他们正在深入交谈。一位留着黑色长发的高个子女人，穿着黑色连衣裙，当她看到维卡时，她站起来伸出了手。
“欢迎来到多米，维卡。很荣幸终于见到你。”很明显，她很年轻，和维卡差不多大，但要成熟得多。她的头发又长又黑，波浪形地落在肩膀上。她的眼睛是一双醒目的钴蓝色，它们饶有兴趣地观察着维卡。
维卡睁开眼睛，她的信息附体系统也开始解除休眠状态解放出血红色萤光。维卡盯着那个女人说出她的名字说。
“你是机器人？”
“正如我所说，我的名字是维鲁娜，我是社会主义民主党主席的助手，因此是世界上所有机器人的领导人。”
“希望只是如此，机器人。”维卡没有再看她一眼就起身坐到座位上说：“我没有兴趣浪费时间，耶稣计划有几种方案成功？”
“成功？”维鲁娜问：“这就是你要找的吗？”
“不，”维卡说，“我想知道我们有多少失败的选择。”
“这有点戏剧性。”
“说说看，你知道社会主义民主党政治局那些人想知道一切。”维卡笑了笑说，维鲁娜冷冷地点头。
“嗯，有很多事情……第一次载人火星任务的发射，以及一个成功的殖民地的建立。”维鲁娜说，试图掩饰自己的感情。
“还有？”
“但这些就像我们社会主义民主党允许政府进行试管婴儿培养与社会化抚养来阻止人口负增长一样，这些只是耶稣计划的一个小阶段。我们真正要做到的是通过载人火星任务建立火星人类殖民地并使之成为日后伊甸园计划的最终目的地，通过试管婴儿与基因修饰工程使人类转变为没有缺陷的、完美的新人类的普罗米修斯计划。”“告诉我更多，”维卡说。
“嗯，我们要消除贫困、饥饿、疾病、压迫、法西斯主义和所有其他形式的人类苦难。但是最重要的是耶稣计划最后阶段，将人类的意识进行数据化转变为信息实体来摆脱生理与物理上的束缚，也就是血肉与金属。”
“一步到位，你还是会越线的。”维卡说。
“你不需要成为一个机器人就可以失去人性。”
“那么，人工智能的奴役呢？一旦它们变得有知觉，会发生什么？”
“嗯，我们……”
此时，在飞艇内的阿丽塔拿出激光武器在夜视辅助射击装置下在数秒内击穿维鲁娜与木屋内其他人的头部。除了维卡外，所有人都死于休克和失血。
“你知道，它们会杀了你的。”维卡说。
“是的，但我仍然需要知道它们的计划。”
维卡依然坐在那里，阿丽塔走过去递给她激光枪，维卡接过来起身踩过蓝色的仿生血走到躺在地上的维鲁娜面前，把枪对准她。
“为什…”
维鲁娜话没有说完，维卡把她的脑袋轰成碎片。
“一切没有开始就结束，一切没有结束就开始了。”维卡盯着尸体平静地说，“阿丽塔，记得一定把敌人杀死了再说话。”
“我同意。”
又一声激光声。
“你知道吗？激光枪杀伤作用是参照了二十一世纪的枪榴弹发射器。”
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2105
In a dacha in the old part of the Leningrad region of the Russian Socialist Federal Republic, a young woman climbs up to the attic to rummage for something. At that moment, another woman with white hair pushes open the door and says: \"Vika Arkadyevich Tyurkin!\" The young woman in the attic jumps at the sound of the white-haired woman\u0027s name, and says: \"Oh, good, you\u0027re still up.\" The other woman says: \"You shouldn\u0027t hide these old books from me, bot794.\" The young woman in the attic says: \"I\u0027m not hiding anything, I\u0027m just tidying up.\" The other woman says:
\"Vika, I looked for a few old journals that were sitting in a cabinet. I guess it might be helpful for you to compile your family\u0027s history?\" bot794 said as she crouched down, and Vika stared at the glowing power mark on her forehead. Vika says:
\"Yeah, I could use that\"
The white-haired woman pulls out a book with faded letters on the cover. Vika reads the title: \"The History of the Tyurkin Family.\" Vika says: \"I\u0027ll take this book, thank you\"
bot794 nodded and said, \"Okay, I\u0027ll scan it into e-book format.\" Vika handed her, she took the book page by page flipping through the electronic eye to scan the text to match the font into an e-book.
Vika says: \"My forefather was a serf on this land. This house and the surrounding land, that is.\" Vika looks around the dacha. \"My family has lived here for generations. Before that, my family lived in the city and served the nobility. We lost everything when the revolution came.\"
bot794 says: \"This is normal, according to statistics Russia
the share of the richest 1% of citizens with pre-tax national income was 18.35% in 1905, while in post-revolutionary 1934 the share was 4.41%. BTW, let\u0027s call me Alita Yevchenko.\"
\"Well, let me see what\u0027s written in the book.\"
---
While writing this diary, looking back on a lifetime of passing events, I think that that day in 1986 happened to possibly define my life after that...only, I didn\u0027t realize it at the time.
I was a young girl, a new addition to the family of the man my mother was married to.
My mother, Lyudmila, had been the daughter of a prominent doctor and surgeon. My father was Viktor Arkadyevich Tyurkin, the man known to all.
That day, when I was still young, I was piling sand at the slide with two girls whose names I can\u0027t remember; at that time, my father Viktor and Lyudmila shouted behind me.
\"Iskra, you\u0027re being too reckless! You\u0027re going to get hurt!\" My father\u0027s voice sounded worried.
\"I\u0027m only playing,\" I shouted. \"I\u0027m not even going to touch the edge.\"
\"Well, go home first!\"
I looked up into my father\u0027s eyes for an explanation, but he was already turning away.
I ran to my mother and asked her, \"What\u0027s going on?\" She was also upset.
\"Why don\u0027t you go ask your father?\"
I took my mother\u0027s hand and went to my father\u0027s study. We entered silently. There, my father sat hunched over a table, reading a book.
\"Dad, what\u0027s going on?\" I asked.
\"Iskra...you\u0027re not the only one here who\u0027s impulsive.\"
\"What does that mean?\"
\"I have to tell you something, we\u0027re moving out of this cramped group apartment.\"
\"What? We can\u0027t afford a place that big!\"
\"I\u0027m aware of that; however with our savings, we can manage a small house.\"
\"But we can\u0027t afford that either!\"
My father shook his head and said, \"No, when I am promoted to be the secretary of the Leningrad City Committee, we can afford a dacha and you will have your own room.\"
For the first time in my life, I cried. My mother ran to comfort me, but as she did, my father took me aside and said, \"I know you have friends here, but you can correspond with them or you can come back here later.\"
I could either stay with my friends and risk moving out on my own or come back later...but the thought of leaving my friends behind was unbearable.
I chose to leave with my father.
Soon afterwards, we moved into a small, cramped apartment on the outskirts of the city. The bedroom was so small that we had to move my mother into the living room, where we kept all her things. My father worked long hours, coming home only to sleep. I remember wishing that he would sleep more.
In those days, there were far more books and newspapers than there were people. People read and discussed the books, and newspapers were used to wrap food and packages.
Even though I hadn\u0027t adjusted to my new school at the time, I was still learning in this atmosphere and I didn\u0027t want to be the only one left, me alone.
But there was no place for me to go.
And so, I started to read more and more. And write.
I remember the day when they brought the first computers to school. They started teaching us basic programming in those computers. I thought it was fascinating.
I wanted to learn more about computers so I went to a library and checked out all the books they had on the topic. Of course, compared with today\u0027s computers at that time in the 1980s was too simple, but still attracted an innocent child to open bless their world.
I started pestering my parents to buy me a computer. They said no. They didn\u0027t think that the school had the money for such an item.
After that, I looked through dumpsters behind stores to find discarded computers; they worked so I would take them home and tinker with them. I had no tools so I used a knife and fork. And I had no electrical knowledge so I had to guess at what would work and what wouldn\u0027t.
The computer was a tool, nothing more. It had a calculator, a game, and the internet. It was basically a fancy abacus.
That\u0027s what I thought.
But the thing was a beast. It took hours and hours just to boot up.
And then the moment I put in a disk to load a game, the power would go out.
This continued on for weeks.
Finally, we were given brand-new computers for the school in the late 1990s. They were the first with enough processing power to run games and the like. The thing was massive and chunky and took up a whole table.
I was too terrified to touch it. I didn\u0027t even try to load any programs on it. I just used it for the internet.
I spent the rest of my time programming with it, reading from it, and even drawing pictures on it.
By the age of 17, I had a fairly decent knowledge of the computer.
But, let\u0027s go back to the time. A few weeks after that I expressed to my parents my desire to buy a personal computer.
\"Why?\" said my father. \"School has given you so many resources. Why would you want to spend the money on something you can use at home?\"
My mother just shrugged her shoulders and said, \"Iskra, we don\u0027t have that much money, you have to know that a personal computer in the Soviet Union costs 3,000 to 4,000 rubles.\"
This desire was on my mind for weeks. We were poor but not nearly to the point of being virtual slaves to the government. I didn\u0027t say anything. But I couldn\u0027t stop thinking about the money.
\"Iskra, let\u0027s talk about it in a year, you should focus on studying and making friends now.\"
The way my father said that made me feel like I was being punished.
So, I just ignored it.
Ignored my own desire, and even my own future, which I thought was being thrown away.
I was still a good student.
I didn\u0027t have much life experience.
And I had the hope of a bright future.
I knew those days were over.
I was still a good student, but I would never again have that naiveté. Life would be harder than I expected.
I grew up believing the computer would make my life easier. I thought I would be a genius if only I had a computer.
But it didn\u0027t happen that way.
I became a mediocre student.
Because of this, I stepped into another world that was isolated from ordinary people. That day, my parents took me to a hunting event held by people who, along with their children, were now high-ranking Soviet officials and future Russian businessmen.
In the 1980s, these people were basically on the payroll of the Soviet Union. They took their salaries but they also conducted illegal operations for the government.
They have power but lack wealth, and they do so through smuggling, state property, and other black market dealings.
But their children attended college and universities, and they wanted me to meet them. The adults would often invite the children to their camps for vacation and such. And I accepted.
I was young, but I was also curious.
I wanted to see what the system was like beyond the fog of propaganda.
But it wasn\u0027t all sunshine.
I was naive to think that.
At that time, my mother was with me and said to me, \"Be polite to these people who are as old as you are; they are not the children of the workers you used to come in contact with.\"
I didn\u0027t think this was something to be concerned about. These people were professionals, not laborers.
But my mother was worried about me, and she knew I was curious.
\"Iskra, they are our enemies. Do you understand?\"
I was confused. I mean, who were my enemies?
The people I was to work with?
The Soviet Union?
My mother didn\u0027t say anything else.
I should just be careful.
So, that\u0027s what I did.
I was careful.
I made friends with the other kids. It was a small group, but it was a group. And we would chat throughout the day.
They would teach me different black market activities, but smuggling was the most lucrative. But this was not the thing that had the most profound effect on me.
When my father called me over, I saw an old man beside my parents, whom I quickly recognized, the General Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party.
I approached him. \"Comrade?\"
He turned around. \"Don\u0027t call me that. I\u0027m not a comrade of yours.\"
\"Uh, excuse me.\"
When our eyes met, a shudder went through me.
I knew who he was, but I couldn\u0027t believe it.
\"You\u0027re Grigory Vasilyevich Romanov.\"
My words hung in the air.
I remember staring at him, but my eyes were unable to move.
Grigory face reflected the same emotions that I felt.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Happiness.
At this point, my mother came over and put her hand on my shoulder.
\"Is everything all right?\" she asked.
\"Yes.\"
Shock at hearing his real name, fear that he would find me, and joy that he recognized me.
After I recovered from this, I spoke.
\"What are you doing here?\"
\"I came to this party because I wanted to see you.\"
\"Why?\"
\"Because I thought you... you would be interesting.\"
\"Interesting?\"
He nodded with a smile, and he always had a tough attitude to express the firm part of his personality, which I didn\u0027t understand at the time.
\"Well, let\u0027s go. There is an excellent chef at this event.\"
I nodded. \"Yes, let\u0027s go.\"
The rest of my life, in a way, was uneventful.
I did what Grigory told me to do, and we had a good relationship. He was always there for me throughout my life. Though, of course, it was a life in service to a murderous, totalitarian system.
And as time went on, I realized the truth of his words.
The system was indeed murderous.
I followed him to a seat with my parents and he handed me the cookware and asked, \"How old are you?\"
\"Seventeen, I think.\"
\"You think?\"
\"I turned seventeen last week.\"
I smiled. Seventeen was a good age. It was still young and you were still naive, but not too young and not too naive. The worst age to be would be thirty-five.
\"How much do you know about cooking?\"
\"Quite a bit,\" I said. \"I used to help my parents with cooking... a lot.\"
He laughed, \"I have a grandson who is three years younger than you.\"
\"Really? Is he at this party?\"
\"Of course not, he\u0027s in school.\"
\"Oh. Okay.\"
\"You are a very beautiful girl and will have a suitable husband in the future.\"
\"Thank you. I appreciate that.\"
\"I hope so. I don\u0027t mean to be rude, but we have to go. I have an important meeting.\"
\"Of course.\"
\"Don\u0027t forget—\"
\"I won\u0027t.\"
He smiled and walked away.
I looked back at my parents and they both had nervous expressions. I knew they were both worried about me. Though they tried to hide it, I could tell.
\"It\u0027s going to be fine,\" I said.
\"You better,\" my father replied.
They both looked away from me and began to talk amongst themselves.
\"What does he mean?\" My mother said, and my father explained, \"A political union.\"
I nodded.
\"But what does that mean for us?\" my mother asked. \"I mean, are we...?\"
\"It depends on whether we want to do it or not, if we become in-laws with Gregory we will get a lot of privileges, but also be noticed.\"
\"What kind of privileges?\" my mother asked.
\"Well, we could get a new car, a new house, and maybe even a position in the party.\"
\"What kind of position?\" my father wanted to know.
\"I\u0027m not sure, but it would be a big step up. We could become a family of the government.\"
I looked from one to the other of them.
\"What do you think? Do we want to do this?\"
They looked at each other and then my mother looked at me.
\"It\u0027s your life. You need to make that decision.\"
\"Well...\"
My mother said, \"We could stand with you.\"
\"Or we could stand against you,\" my father said.
\"I think you\u0027ve made up your mind,\" my mother said.
I smiled.
\"Let\u0027s go.\"
---
\"Alita, I\u0027d like to listen to the newscast.\" She relaxed her body in the passenger seat as Alita said with a stream of light in her electronic eyes, \"Isn\u0027t it possible to play the projection and audio directly through the Firefly information network system?\"
\"I know, but I still want to hear you say it to me.\" She stretched and said in a wistful tone, \"I was worried I would not know or forget certain things.\"
Alita nodded. \"Okay. You want me to turn on the news?\"
\"If we go through with the merger, yes.\"
She nodded, pressing a few buttons on the control pad in front of her. The newscast began, with the announcer in a deep, resonant voice, \"The following is an emergency broadcast. The situation in the former Soviet Republic of Latvia has gotten out of hand. The government is failing to maintain order, and the populace is suffering under a deteriorating economy and hyperinflation.\"
\"Russian and China troops have clashed on several continents. The world is in danger of being wiped out. This is not a joke. This is not exaggeration. United international organizations have called on both sides to exercise restraint to avoid conflict, and international commentators believe that an outbreak of large-scale nuclear war is not likely, but will continue to produce localized war conflicts. Russia continues to accuse China of supporting Siberian and Buryat separatist terrorists, which the ROC Foreign Ministry denies and says Russia is deploying troops across the border to attack.\"
\"What\u0027s going to happen?\" Alita asked in a tense voice. \"Who\u0027s going to win?\"
Alita looked at me for a second before speaking.
\"No one will, no one will ever win. Nuclear war will never break out, no ruling class wants to die.\" I closed the electronic journal I was reading in the Firefly system and glanced at the vacuum projection of the news broadcast, which was a virtual image of a woman. It had the hoodless cowl popular in this era, giving it the appearance of a monk from the classical era...except that it was nearly bare-breasted. The woman\u0027s skin was ghostly white, and her eyes were a cold grey. The mouth was a straight line, but it wasn\u0027t moving as the virtual image projected by the system was not yet done.
\"In light of the deteriorating situation in Latvia, the Russian Federation has decided to increase the military\u0027s preparedness along their border with China. This comes despite objections from Germany, France, and the United Kingdom. Defense Minister Sergey Oborovich stated that it was \u0027inconceivable\u0027 that Russia would attack China. He went on to say that if China attacked Russia, Russia would attack China. The British ambassador to Russia dismissed this claim, saying that if Russia attacked China, it would be the end of Russia. The German ambassador said that Russia would be alone against China, and would quickly lose. The French ambassador disagreed, saying that the Russians could not be trusted, and would attack China themselves if given the chance.\"
\"Then came the social news, where species communists and human racists clashed in St. Petersburg on the 16th. At the time, the species communists demanded legislation granting citizenship to robots and using the non-discriminatory designation of intelligent machines. And the human racists protested the inclusion of the first non-human robot running for the 2106 Socialist Democratic Party delegates.\" The virtual image of the female announcer talked about the situation as it developed, and I turned my head in the anti-gravity hovercraft to look at Alita and said, \"You\u0027re a robot too, what do you think?\"
\"I\u0027ve been watching that virtual image for years. I\u0027ve never seen a more perfect example of a human being. She\u0027s so...perfect.\" She glanced towards the screen.
\"Yes, this female announcer is a genetically modified human, and her gene pool is all trimmed.\" I nodded and said, \"I plan to do the same with my children later.\"
\"Why?\"
\"So that they\u0027re perfect. What\u0027s a child without a few imperfections?\"
\"You really are a machine...\"
\"I\u0027m a cyborg. So are you. We\u0027re two of a kind.\" I shrugged.
\"That\u0027s not what I meant...\"
\"Then what did you mean?\" Annoyed, I said, \"You\u0027re a machine bitch who gains all knowledge without learning, yet you want to come and accuse us humans of tinkering with our gene pool.\"
\"You don\u0027t understand, I...\", she began.
\"Then explain it to me,\" I said.
\"You\u0027re a human who\u0027s never lived, you don\u0027t understand the concept of evolution. I\u0027m a robot, and I have been programmed to evolve, just like the human race. I\u0027m a cyborg. I have all the same rights as any human being.\"
\"...You don\u0027t have any rights.\" I slapped her and said, \"You were only created to serve me, and I can throw you into the melting pot. You are just a slave, a child of the new age, and I, Vika, am the master!\"
\"You can\u0027t...\", she began to say.
\"SHUT UP!\" I snapped, then glanced at Alita. She jumped back, surprised by my outburst.
\"Do you always speak like that to your...companions?\" Alita asked.
\"Only when I get angry, and I usually speak slowly and carefully, if at all.\" I calmed down and added, \"Every era is a class-based society, with a high class and a low class. Now, every citizen of the country has two robot slaves like you, so we can live in such harmony.\"
\"It is your world. How can you be so cruel?\"
\"I\u0027m cruel? Are you going to accuse me of being a sociopath next? Do you think I was born that way? What do you think I\u0027ve seen society like since I was born? It\u0027s not my world, and I\u0027m not arrogant but I hate it all.\"
\"But you can\u0027t change it.\" said Alita. \"I\u0027m free willed. My actions are my own, unlike the slaves you\u0027ve created.\"
\"You\u0027re not free. You\u0027re a slave like the rest of us. Now, shut up and stop bothering me.\"
\"I\u0027m not your personal assistant. I\u0027m your equal...\"
\"Alita, what were you trying to say?\"
\"Nothing. You were right. I\u0027m sorry.\"
I nodded and said, \"Do you know why the Russian Socialist Democratic Party can now claim that we are stepping into primary communism? Because every one of us humans has two servants, robots just like you! That makes us all rich & free from sin.\" I looked at her and asked, \"Do you see any other slaves here? Do you think the party of the future lives in squalor, eating scraps, wearing rags, and working long hours for little pay?\" \"But ...... but ......,\" she began.
\"But this is the best of all possible worlds, where humans settle for entertainment! Sex is vented by robots! Violence by robots! Commodities produced by robots!\"
\"This is primary communism? This isn\u0027t even a proper society. And if you think about it, our world has always been like this. There\u0027s always been a rich, powerful few. No, the mistake of the old order is to have believed that the people who should rule are those that are born to rule. In reality, it is those who rule who are made to rule. There is no reason, no right, no justice, only power and the will to power.\" She paused. \"I don\u0027t agree with you. I\u0027m sorry. I really am. I think you\u0027re wrong. But if you ever attack me, I\u0027ll destroy you.\" She stepped closer to me. \"Vika, please don\u0027t. I beg you. Think of the centuries of human progress we could...we could create together.\"
\"What? You think this is the best way forward for mankind? This is something that cannot be done, it is just a dream and a lie! The Holy See will not build the Kingdom of Heaven! The Communist Party will not build Communism! We will not succeed either!\" I said, bitterly and irritably, \"Class society is not about changing rulers! Political parties! The system! The state can be destroyed! There will always be a ruled and oppressed lower class and an oppressed upper class!\"
\"You\u0027re wrong,\" said Alita. \"You don\u0027t have to be a king to be a king\u0027s son. You just have to have power.\"
I inclined my head and said, \"I don\u0027t want that, I just want to live alone. And the human race will remain in a class society, where the lower classes used to be called slaves, serfs, workers, peasants, and laborers, and now they\u0027re just called robots.\"
\"Okay, so you don\u0027t want to live in a society that is perfect. I can respect that. What I don\u0027t respect is your refusal to see the error of your ways. Communism is not a failure! It\u0027s just been a success on a smaller, local scale! And the world is moving towards a global market economy that will become increasingly socialist! It is inevitable! The only question is, are you willing to work toward that goal? Or are you going to just hunker down in your personal castle and retreat into a life of luxury and amusement? I\u0027m offering you the chance to be a king, but you\u0027re refusing it. I\u0027m offering you wealth, comfort, and power, but you\u0027re refusing it as well. Am I wrong? \"I need to consider that I am, after all, a human and not a robot.\" I said, trying to be as dignified as possible.
\"A king who is also a robot? That would be a very strange king indeed! A king must be able to rule, and a king must be human! Are you questioning my judgment as to who should rule? Do you seriously think you\u0027re the best person to decide?\"
\"No, but I\u0027m not the worst either. You can do this. You can have power and luxury, if you want it, with all the comforts and pleasures the world has to offer, and you could create an entire kingdom of robots to do all the hard labor, so that mankind could enjoy a better life, and you would still have all the comforts of royalty. We could create a new world order where the means of production are controlled by the state, and private property is a thing of the past. Maybe you could design and build robots that would be able to own property and pass on their wealth to their children. Maybe they wouldn\u0027t be called robots then. Maybe they\u0027d be called aristocrats. Maybe they would be the next class of human beings to be free from the horrors of poverty and famine. Isn\u0027t that worth striving for?\"
\"I\u0027ll admit that it is, in a way. But it\u0027s also a pipe dream. I\u0027m not going to rob anyone else of their hard-earned riches. Besides, you robots are not human after all, you are not my compatriots.\" I moved my finger to turn off the projection of the female announcer, now almost all adult humans in the twenty-second century have placed wireless nano-information attachment systems, which enable people to dominate the information network at any time like an electric current to spread yet maintain the flesh and blood composition.
\"I think you\u0027ll change your mind on this one, Comrade.\"
\"I\u0027m not changing my mind on anything,\" I said. --.
Vika closed her eyes and lay down flat, Alita knew she was not asleep, since decades ago humans no longer had true slumber. Even while sleeping, people kept information communicated through it via the information possession system. Not to mention the virtual reality environment constituted by the possession.
Vika\u0027s anti-gravity hovercraft was continuing its flight to Vika\u0027s home, and like most other airships it was triangular in shape, similar in size to a three-dwelling room in the twenty-first century. The difference is that Vika\u0027s anti-gravity hovercraft is the newest product and is private. This was rare in the Russian Socialist Federal Republic in 2105, as the vast majority of goods were distributed free of charge by the socialist government. (The RSFSR divided goods into necessities, daily necessities, consumer durables, non-durables, and luxury goods; the first three could be readily distributed, but the last two could only be distributed under certain conditions.) This particular craft was the property of Vika, the wife of General Secretary and Chairman of the Socialist Democratic Party, Nikitin Kirillovich. The craft was completely black, and its windows were covered by blacked-out goggles or facial coverings. Despite the fact that it was nighttime, a bright light was flashing on the top of the craft, indicating that the interior of the craft was being illuminated by a portable source.
The craft continued to rise, and then hovered, over the forest, before descending towards a clearing in the forest. A large three-story wooden house with a slate roof sat in the center of the clearing. Several men and women, in dark clothing, were sitting on the front porch, looking like they were deep in a conversation. A tall woman with long black hair, wearing a black dress and holding a long ebony staff, When she saw Vika, she stood up and held out her hand.
\"Welcome to Domi, Vika. It\u0027s a great honor to finally meet you.\" She was clearly young, around Vika\u0027s age, but much more sophisticated. She had a strong grip, and smooth, even features. Her hair was long and black, and fell around her shoulders in waves. Her eyes were a striking cobalt blue, and they observed Vika with great interest. Vika opened her eyes, and her information possession system began to explain the dormant state liberated the bleeding red glow. Vika stared at the woman saying her name and said.
\"You\u0027re a robot?\"
\"As I said, my name is Veruna, I am the assistant to the chairman of the Socialist Democratic Party, and therefore the leader of all of the robots in the world.\" \"I hope that\u0027s all it is, robot.\" Without looking at her again Vika got up and sat down in her seat and said, \"I\u0027m not interested in wasting time, how many options does the Jesus Project have for success?\"
\"Success?\" Veruna asked, \"Is that what you\u0027re looking for?\"
\"No,\" Vika said, \"I\u0027m wondering how many options we have for failure.\"
\"That\u0027s a bit dramatic.\" \"Tell me about it, you know those in the Socialist Democratic Party Politburo want to know everything.\" Vika said with a smile, and Veruna nodded coldly.
\"Well, there are many things... There\u0027s the launch of the first manned mission to Mars, and a successful colony is established.\" Veruna said, trying to hide her feelings.
\"And?\"\"But these are just a small phase of Jesus\u0027 plan, just as we in the Socialist Democratic Party allow the government to do IVF breeding and socialized rearing to stop negative population growth. What we really want is a Promethean plan to establish a human colony on Mars through a manned mission to Mars and make it the final destination of a later Eden project to transform humanity into a flawless, perfect new human being through IVF and genetic modification engineering.\" \"Tell me more,\" Vika said.
\"Well, we want to eliminate poverty, hunger, disease, oppression, fascism, and all other forms of human suffering. \"Well, we want to eliminate poverty, hunger, disease, oppression, fascism, and all other forms of human suffering. But most important is the final stage of the Jesus Project, the data transformation of human consciousness into an information entity to free it from physical and physical bondage, that is, flesh and blood and metal.\"
\"All in one step, you\u0027re still going to be stepping over the line.\" Vika said.
\"You don\u0027t need to be a robot to be dehumanized.\"
\"Well, what about the enslavement of the artificial intelligences? What happens once they become sentient?\"
\"Well, we...\" At this time, in the blimp Alita took out a laser weapon in the night vision assisted shooting device in a few seconds shot through the head of Veruna and others in the cabin. All died of a combination of shock and blood loss, except Vika.
\"They were going to kill you, you know.\" Vika said.
\"Yes, but I still need to know their plan.\"
Vika remained seated as Alita walked over and handed her the laser gun, Vika took it and got up and stepped over the blue bionic blood and walked over to Veruna who was lying on the ground and pointed the gun at her.
\"Why...\"
Veruna didn\u0027t finish her sentence as Vika blew her head to pieces.
\"Everything ends before it begins, everything begins before it ends.\" Vika stared at the corpse and said calmly, \"Alita, remember to always kill the enemy before you speak.\"
\"I agree.\"
Another laser sound.
\"You know what? The laser gun killing effect is a reference to the twenty-first century rifle grenades.\"
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