Ren Feng's voice echoed through Lü Yongchang's office via loudspeaker.
Unlike in Earth's time, humanity today possesses far more powerful and lethal weapons.
If a civil war were to break out, the damage caused by these weapons would be far greater than that of the Earth era.
Moreover, both the humans of Proxima Centauri and the human fleet now live in enclosed cities on the surface.
Once the city's outer walls are breached, the external environment alone is enough to kill all the humans in the city, without the need for any weapons.
so,
Even Lü Yongchang held his breath at that moment.
What was the outcome of the war?
He looked at Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing in the holographic image: "Did the natural man win?"
Ren Feng nodded, then shook his head.
"The entire war lasted for more than ten years."
"At the beginning, both natural persons and public servants retained their last shred of rationality."
"There were only some minor frictions between the two sides."
"Parliament and the Academy of Sciences are also trying to promote reconciliation between the two groups."
"After all, the human civilization on Proxima Centauri cannot withstand a civil war."
"Natural persons and public servants thus maintain a strange balance."
"Until the eve of total war."
...
The year is 2353 in the Earth calendar.
Proxima Centauri III City.
This is a city made up of public servants.
At the same time, it is also the "capital" in the minds of the public.
The reason is simple.
The first public representative was born in this city.
This war was also instigated by this public servant member of parliament.
To all those who supported him, he was a ray of light in the endless darkness.
However, it is clear that the natural population does not view him in this way.
Zhuang Wenxing walked down the busy street, looked at the busy crowd around him, and let out a long sigh of relief.
More than ten years later, he finally got the job he had always dreamed of.
Over the past decade or so, City No. 3 has not stopped its development despite the declaration of war.
Urban nurturing centers continuously provide fresh blood to the city.
Compared to more than a decade ago, the total population of City 3 has increased several times.
The once empty city seemed to have returned to its appearance from hundreds of years ago at this moment.
That was the "idyllic era" before the human fleet had left.
Indeed, in everyone's mind, the era when the Human Alliance fleet had not yet left Proxima Centauri has become a pastoral era in various works of art.
People back then lived without strife and had no worries about food or clothing...
And now, with its population growing year by year, the third city is also vaguely taking on that "flavor".
At least, the streets are bustling with people, and the city is gradually becoming more vibrant.
However, compared to the "pastoral era," the human touch in City No. 3 at this time is not maintained by blood ties.
It refers to the so-called "birth batch".
As Zhuang Wenxing passed by a snack shop, his ears twitched slightly.
"Hey! Boss, which batch were you born in?"
"Me? Good morning! I was born in batch 3A. Which batch were you born in, bro?"
"Hey! Fellow villager! I'm from batch 3A! We might even have bumped into each other when we were kids!"
"Hahaha! What a coincidence!"
"That's quite a coincidence. How about a discount?"
"Okay, okay, okay..."
"Wait a minute! I remember you said something different in the shop next door last time?"
"Huh? Bro, you must be mistaken. No matter what, I was born in batch 3A today!"
"..."
Hearing the familiar voices, Zhuang Wenxing smiled faintly.
The meaning of the numbers 3A and 3A is actually quite simple.
The first digit is actually the city code.
City number three is 3, and city number five is 5.
As for A, that refers to Area A of the urban care center.
The city care center is very large, divided into more than ten areas, distinguished by letters.
Next is the birth time.
This means that he was born in October of Earth year 2316.
This subtle human touch, while not as reliable as blood ties, is, in some ways, more suitable for people today.
At least compared to decades ago, corruption has virtually disappeared in City No. 3.
Although, this phenomenon did not exist in the "pastoral era".
But that was an environment that only existed under strong supervision, while now, it is a good environment that has formed spontaneously.
Therefore, from the moment the war was declared, every city that supported its citizens embarked on a period of rapid development after a brief period of adjustment and growing pains.
To some extent, this precisely confirms the correctness of the social support system!
In contrast, in cities with natural populations, the total population growth rate is not fast due to the closure of childcare centers; in fact, under the looming threat of war, it is slowing down year by year.
As one side gains and the other loses, the power gap between the public sector and the private sector widens rapidly.
Perhaps, under ideal circumstances, the public servants only need to wait a little longer, and they will naturally declare victory in this "war".
"Wenxing!"
A familiar female voice came from ahead.
Zhuang Wenxing pulled his wandering thoughts back and turned his gaze toward the direction from which the sound came.
It is his wife, Gong Shanshan.
"Shanshan." Zhuang Wenxing smiled faintly and walked quickly towards the woman. "Let's go home."
Among the publicly funded population, the concept of childbearing has almost been reduced to zero.
But this does not mean that the impulses of genes can be suppressed.
For the sake of stability, the council of City 3 chose to continue using the original marriage system.
However, at this point, marriage is more like a cooperative and mutually supportive relationship.
As they walked home, Gong Shanshan, who was beside him, suddenly sighed softly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuang Wenxing asked softly.
"When do you think this war will end?"
Faced with Gong Shanshan's question, Zhuang Wenxing pondered for a moment and muttered to himself, "Soon, I guess."
Although they hardly felt the urgency of war, whenever they heard news of conflicts between natural persons and public servants, they would feel a slight sense of unease.
"What would war be like?" Gong Shanshan asked again.
Zhuang Wenxing's expression faltered slightly.
He shook his head: "I don't know."
This is a problem, let alone for him.
It's likely that even the councilor of City Three doesn't know the answer.
Compared to natural populations, public servants have almost no understanding of war.
They had no experience whatsoever.
All the knowledge came from the teaching materials at the foster care center.
But that textbook was initially written by an individual.
That is exactly the case.
The public sector adopted a procrastinating attitude towards the development of the war.
If I can outlive you all, I will win.
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