Chapter 107 The Ceremony of Destiny's Choice: Sang Zhitao and Ling were very busy...
It took Sang Zhitao and Ling about seven or eight days to clean the house. Looking at the clean room, she wiped her sweat and said with emotion, "It was really hard to earn these eight hundred yuan."
After Ling finished sorting out the last bag of trash, she wiped her sweat and replied with a smile, "There's nothing I can do. It's your fault for not wanting to live in the Tulip Garden. If you lived in the Tulip Garden, you could have enough to live on welfare every day even if you didn't work."
Sang Zhitao shrugged: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it, it's my dream."
"The recycling center can't come today, let's take it ourselves," Ling said, looking at the bags of trash.
Sang Zhitao was stunned for a moment, looking at the several piles of trash that were half her height, and subconsciously pointed to herself: "The two of us? Can we move them?"
Ling chuckled, patted her on the shoulder, and teased, "You're so busy you've forgotten everything. I must have ordered a makeshift vehicle to come over."
"Oh." Sang Zhitao nodded, pretending to have just realized what was happening.
Then she and Ling moved the trash downstairs about seven or eight times.
"Wait a moment, I'll go and bring the makeshift cart over," Lingjian said to Sang Zhitao after unloading the last package.
Sang Zhitao nodded and drank the water in her hand clean.
A short while later, Ling arrived on a tricycle.
Sang Zhitao pointed at the tricycle, her lips twitching. She opened her mouth, but couldn't help but ask, "This is a makeshift vehicle?"
Linghu glanced at her suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? It seems like you don't know anything?"
Sang Zhitao was taken aback, fearing that Mingming's situation would repeat itself, and quickly said, "It's nothing, I've just been too busy lately and forgot a lot of things."
Ling frowned slightly as she looked at her, and after a while, she shook her head and sighed: "That's why I told you not to be in such a hurry."
Sang Zhitao scratched her head awkwardly, and before Ling could say anything more, she pushed Ling forward a few steps: "I know, I know."
Ling shook her head helplessly, and together with Sang Zhitao, they carried the things to the car before getting in herself. She patted the seat next to her and said, "Get in."
Without hesitation, Sang Zhitao stepped onto the footboard and sat down next to him.
The tricycles in the microscopic world are much faster than cars on Earth, and they arrived at the recycling point in just over ten minutes.
"Let's go." Ling unloaded a bag of trash and carried it to the weighing station with Sang Zhitao.
"Forty-two jin (12 kg)." The machine directly announced the weight.
After watching the bag of trash being weighed and then swallowed into the conveyor belt by the machine, Sang Zhitao subconsciously took a few steps forward before realizing that there was a transparent window behind the conveyor belt.
Curious, she tiptoed inside and saw that the bag of trash had just entered the back room when it was swept by a red light and then disappeared...
"Hiss..." Sang Zhitao couldn't help but gasp, then happily slapped her thigh, "This is a great thing for cleaning up trash."
"What good stuff?" Ling had just put a bag of trash on the equipment when she heard her words and asked curiously.
Sang Zhitao snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, and pointed to the glass window, saying, "I mean, this garbage disposal system is really quite environmentally friendly."
"Oh~" Ling suddenly realized, "It's a miniaturized system."
"A miniaturized system?" Sang Zhitao frowned, puzzled. "Isn't it just about direct decomposition?"
Ling shook her head: "No, this is a miniaturization system we often use. Through the miniaturization of the system, garbage can be compressed into extremely small units, which is how we protect the environment."
Ling paused for a moment, then continued, "The furniture in our room is all made from miniature wood. Otherwise, it would be too difficult for us to handle a large tree, given our size."
"I see..." Sang Zhitao looked at the red light behind the conveyor belt, pondered for a moment, and murmured softly, "If Earth had this technology, the disposal of household waste would be much better..."
"Speaking of which, there's a fate-determining ceremony tomorrow. You can go and take a look if you're interested." As she spoke, Ling had already finished moving all the things and was now waiting for the system to settle the accounts.
"A ritual for choosing one's destiny?" Sang Zhitao paused for a moment upon hearing this somewhat familiar term.
"Hmm." Ling took the money calculated by the system and sighed, "I told you you can't always be obsessed with making money; you should pay more attention to other things too."
"The Fate Selection Ritual takes place once a month. We and the newborns of Sky City can use this ritual to redistribute the world. At that time, you will be able to see both the magnified and miniature systems on display."
Sang Zhitao's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded repeatedly: "Okay, take me to see it tomorrow."
After Ling handed her the counted money, she nodded and agreed, "Okay, let's get up early and leave tomorrow."
As he spoke, he got into the tricycle, patted the seat, and said, "I'll take you back first, and I'll rent it again tomorrow. We can drive the trolley over there."
Sang Zhitao nodded in agreement.
After returning home, Sang Zhitao immediately turned on her computer and searched for "Fate Selection Ritual" and "Miniature System".
The pages are numerous and the information is extremely disorganized. Many of them are about people lamenting the different paths a child takes in life and the different family plans, or the sadness of family members and children being separated. There are very few detailed introductions to the rituals.
She searched for a long time before finding a forum post from a long time ago titled "The Fateful Choice Comes from an Extraterrestrial Civilization's Conspiracy".
In this post, the author wrote a long article in highly inflammatory language, covering topics from children's psychology to family education and social development, with each point consisting of thousands of words. At first glance, the article seems to make a lot of sense, but upon closer reading, it becomes clear that the author's writing is extremely illogical and sounds more like the ramblings of someone with mental problems.
Looking at the illogical article of about ten thousand words, Sang Zhitao felt a pain in her eyes. She looked at the ceiling, closed her eyes tightly, and then sighed as she continued to scroll down with the mouse.
The post received a fair number of replies, but most were just there to mock and watch the spectacle.
The hand, which was flipping through pages faster and faster, finally stopped when a reply flew by.
“I also think there’s a problem. Now that the environment has been restored, the combined population of the sky and the ground is only a few hundred million, which is less than one-tenth of the total population before the disaster. Even if everyone lived on the ground and lived according to normal body size, there wouldn’t be any problems. Why do we have to divide it into the sky and the ground?”
The original poster replied to this comment: "This is a conspiracy to tear apart families, nations, and humanity, to enslave us, and to experiment on us!"
After that, the original poster and the people before them never appeared again. The rest were just jokes from people having fun, so Sang Zhitao stopped paying attention.
Sang Zhitao always thought that the background of the Bubble World and the Microscopic World was because the settings in her original book were not rigorous enough, which is why there were inexplicable illogical parts.
However, having experienced several worlds, she has come to the conclusion that the background setting of each world will improve its own logic.
The strange places that have appeared in this world must hold secrets she doesn't yet know, and her sixth sense tells her that the ultimate secret is the key to ending this adventure.
Sang Zhitao browsed the web for a long time but still couldn't find the information she wanted, so she continued searching for miniature technology.
Miniaturization technology isn't exactly a top secret in this world, which made Sang Zhitao breathe a sigh of relief.
Even so, it is still a high-tech field, and the information she was able to collect was not very complete. The websites that had complete information all had various barriers to entry.
Frustrated, Sang Zhitao threw down the mouse, leaned back in her chair, and sighed helplessly.
She slept soundly through the night, but was awakened by Ling before dawn the next day.
After yawning and getting into the tricycle, Sang Zhitao asked Ling curiously, "Ling, what do you think about me learning miniaturization technology?"
Ling didn't mock her wild idea. Instead, she thought about it seriously for a long time before saying, "It's not impossible, but it's very difficult. Are you sure?"
Sang Zhitao nodded: "Yes, I'd really like to learn about this technology."
After a moment of contemplation, Ling said, "If you just want to know some relevant information, I might be able to introduce you to someone."
Sang Zhitao's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically.
The tulip garden was far from the central square. Even though their tricycles were as fast as cars, it took them a full two hours to reach the edge of the square.
"Get out of the car, simple vehicles are prohibited inside." Ling drifted the tricycle to a corner, then got out and led Sang Zhitao into the square.
The central square of the micro-city was a very large place. Looking at the towering buildings that seemed to reach into the clouds, Sang Zhitao felt that they looked somewhat familiar.
After observing carefully for a while, Sang Zhitao suddenly realized that the building closest to her was actually a Chinese-style base, while the flower-shaped building, comparable to a skyscraper on Earth, was a stone railing on a Chinese-style fence.
She looked up and stared intently at the sky, then subconsciously took a few meters back before frowning and touching her chest: "Why do I feel so stuffy?"
"What's wrong?" Ling looked at her with some concern.
Sang Zhitao shook her head, about to say something, when a large screen suddenly lit up in the sky.
The screen is suspended in mid-air, much like the smart floating screens they already use on Earth.
Sang Zhitao frowned deeply. This kind of technology was far beyond what one would expect from the microscopic world or the bubble world...
Before she could think it through, the screen split into two images and projected onto the two babies simultaneously.
An infant lies on a soft mat. Judging from the comparison with its surroundings, it is an extremely small infant, likely a baby in the microscopic world.
The other image shows a normal-sized baby surrounded by a transparent membrane.
Then two options, red and green, appeared in front of the baby.
The two babies were sleeping soundly when they were suddenly awakened by a mechanical hand. They then cried and waved their little hands until one of them touched an option.
Then Sang Zhitao saw the baby in the microscopic world touch the green symbol and be taken away by a mechanical arm.
After the Bubble World Baby touched the green symbol, it was swept by a red light and instantly became a miniature baby in a microscopic world.
After that, more than a dozen groups of babies appeared one after another. They either chose red to become children in the bubble world or green to become children in the microscopic world.
After everything was over, Sang Zhitao frowned and left with Ling.
"This...is too casual. How can we be sure that the child's unintentional touch was a genuine choice?" Sang Zhitao frowned and said softly.
Ling sighed: "So this is a choice made by fate."
Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say. She just turned her head to look at the place where the screen disappeared.
As the distance increased, the towering building gradually revealed its overall outline, and her pupils dilated in shock.
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