The Steel City seems to be pursuing "data-driven education." Does this city want to sterilize all its citizens?

Based on the advertisement of "nuclear-powered flying stick" in front of me, combined with what I saw and heard before me, it seemed to vaguely explain a point.

In the Iron City... all the natural "flying sticks"... will be replaced?

For no apparent reason, Meng Yi felt a chill on his back.

Qing Siyou’s move is too cruel!

Not far away, an ordinary person holding a small flying stick obviously also noticed Meng Yi.

He first looked up and saw the obvious patrol weapons above his head, then he stumbled towards Meng Yi.

He rushed forward, waving his arms and shouting:

"Dude, um no, bro, are you interested in self-discipline?"

Meng Yi's expression suddenly became very strange. Indeed, is there any "self-discipline" more convincing than this?

However, what this person said next almost dislocated his jaw.

"Brother..."

The man panted, "Brother, do you understand self-discipline?"

He showed off the small flying stick and small balls in his hands and said, "You can install this on yourself through surgery. It can be a replacement, or of course, it can be an addition."

After catching his breath, he chuckled:

"In this way, you will have a small flying stick that does not belong to you..."

Meng Yi suddenly realized that self-discipline is such a thing!

It’s the same evaluation again, this person is so self-disciplined that he doesn’t even need help from outsiders.

It satisfies certain fetishes, and is also very, uh... well... anyway... well...

For the first time, Meng Yi felt that he was particularly short of words.

What is this?

Pain and happiness?

Full sense of participation?

There's also a taboo feeling of destroying something beautiful with your own hands?

This thing doesn't belong to me, yet it also belongs to me. I'm manipulating something that doesn't belong to me...

ah!

There is even a real physical sensation, no longer just a psychological feeling...

Holy crap!!!

Meng Yi felt that his spirit had suffered an indescribable blow.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Ange became indifferent in his heart.

"As for the rejection reaction, don't worry, the pharmacist can take care of it."

The person in front of me is still talking non-stop:

"Only mechanics can perform this kind of thing through surgery. Immortals, Fleshweavers, and that group of reproductive believers pale in comparison."

He looked at Meng Yi carefully again, and the whiteness in his eyes was particularly obvious.

"You seem to be a Delusion Breaker, so your level should not be high."

He chuckled:

"In the future, you will lose all your emotional reactions. What a shame. Now, now...

brother!

Some experiences can only be had now.”

Meng Yi felt like his soul had left his body. He spoke dully, his words carrying a certain hollowness:

"Your arm... and why did you take this thing off?"

"For money, for resources..."

This person didn't care:

"Some people buy human body parts, and those parts always have a use, like what I'm talking about now.

The money from selling the limbs is enough for me to replace my robotic arm, so that I will have money.

I have to please my own gods, right?"

Meng Yi was still stunned. "Isn't the money earned from this job enough?"

"Oh...you are from outside."

The ordinary man laughed heartily, "You're so ignorant, aren't you? Where is this place?"

He waved his arms violently, and the small flying stick kept swinging around in his hands.

"This is Steel City, an automated, mechanized, and intelligent city.

There are no jobs for humans because... they are inefficient!"