In the year 2050 AD, the sun is affected by an unknown influence, and a helium flash is imminent!
Is Earth in danger?
It doesn't matter, I'll make a move!
The Trisolaran s...
“There is still an unapproved application form, and conservatively estimated, the number of potential applicants is over 100,000,” the researcher in the white coat said urgently.
"One hundred thousand..."
Lu Yongchang frowned and thought carefully for a while.
then,
He shook his head slowly but firmly.
"No, there are only 10,000 slots available in the first batch."
"No more than that."
"Why?" Fang Xu hesitated, then asked after several rounds of back and forth, "Isn't having more people a good thing?"
"They can quickly advance the reform of the social welfare system!"
Why is there a limit on the number of participants?
Lu Yongchang sighed slightly: "Of course I also want to speed up the reform of the social security system."
"But... the lesson of Proxima Centauri b is right before our eyes."
Haste makes waste.
"Given the uncertainty of whether this will provoke resentment among other citizens, we can only proceed gradually."
"A fixed number of places will be released gradually over the next few years."
"Remember, the number of artificial wombs and surrogate care places must never exceed the number of deaths in the Human Rights Federation."
“Okay.” The head of the sociology division nodded seriously. “Besides the shortage of places, there’s another phenomenon that you, Professor, should be interested in.”
As he spoke, the person in charge reached out and pulled over a holographic image.
"Statistical data shows..."
"Among those who passed the qualification review, 93.16% chose social foster care services."