Chapter 161 Science Fiction Novel: Imagination is average.
Wang Xiao acted immediately, switching into science fiction writer mode.
If it were when she first transmigrated into the book, her memoirs would definitely have to be edited, with the beginning and end cut off and the story completely changed.
To avoid being used as a guinea pig and being taken away for research by a mysterious department.
It's not that she has paranoia. People nowadays really value mystical powers. Think about how popular qigong was in the 80s and 90s.
Now, when Wang Xiao passes through the park, he can still see people with aluminum pots on their heads, collectively emitting energy and receiving power from the universe.
But precisely because it had been three years since she transmigrated into the book, she had gained some understanding of this era, which made her act recklessly.
After all, the Soviet Union had already designed a smart home system in 1987 and planned to promote smart homes nationwide by 2000.
Compared to the true masters, her memories from thirty years in the future are simply not enough.
Even when she wrote about the robot vacuum cleaner, everyone gathered around to watch, but they all shook their heads in disappointment.
This is just the beginning. Their idea is to create a lifelike housekeeper, an upgraded version of a sex doll, suitable for both formal occasions and the bridal chamber.
Wang Xiao was so overwhelmed by their words that she couldn't help but shout, "Cost, cost! The most basic function of this kind of robot vacuum cleaner only costs ninety-nine yuan, including shipping!"
People are more interested in free shipping.
This way of shopping online is quite amazing. You just press a button on your phone to place an order, then pay electronically and wait for it to be delivered to your door.
If that's the case, the trade city might as well close down, and people wouldn't need to travel thousands of miles to browse the shops and pick out goods.
It has to be said, Miss Wang has a really big vision; she doesn't shy away from hinting at the bleak prospects of her career at all.
Wang Xiao rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. She shouldn't have let these guys read her memoir.
Ovechkin chimed in, quite enthusiastically playing the straight man: "This is quite interesting. If it really happened, it would be really fun. When will it be possible to do it?"
Wang Xiao sighed: "The key issue is the payment method; online payment is quite complicated."
It is said that Alipay was eventually forced out because the national bank was not interested and unwilling to take action.
However, the new Russian elites have no interest in the administrative actions or inaction of official institutions; they are more concerned with the internet, that is, the technical aspects of content.
Andrei exclaimed in exaggerated admiration to Wang Xiao, "Miss Wang, you really do have a lot of reason in your dreams."
Her so-called smart home appliances were clearly based on an article published in the Soviet magazine "Technological Aesthetics" in September 1987 about a wireless integrated multimedia platform for a super-functional integrated communication system.
Needless to say, she hadn't seen it.
Even the house she envisioned looked at least 70-80% similar to the pictures in the magazine.
Of course, he didn't mean she was lying.
She's seen so much that she's probably forgotten it all and thinks it was just a dream.
However, they overlooked the fact that what we think about during the day, we dream about at night, and all dreams are a reflection of real life.
Indeed, Wang Xiao claimed that everything she wrote originated from her dreams.
As for why she has these strange dreams?
The answer is that billionaires are never satisfied with real life; this class always wants to explore more unknown areas.
“The internet, widespread internet applications.” Andrei’s eyes sparkled. “It’s the information superhighway, isn’t it? You must have read about the information superhighway, which is why your thinking expanded and deepened, leading you to think of online shopping.”
The so-called information superhighway was a hot international topic last year.
Yes, the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991.
By 1992, the international community had come to regard the Soviet Union as a joke, and people were more concerned about their own future lives and work.
In February 1992, then-US President George H.W. Bush proposed in his State of the Union address that the United States planned to spend 20 years and $200-400 billion to build the U.S. National Information Infrastructure.
What does this information infrastructure mean? Simply put, it means using high-capacity digital fiber optic communication networks to build computer networks between government agencies, universities and research institutions, as well as various enterprises and ordinary households.
The former president passionately declared that this information superhighway project would completely transform the way people live, work, and communicate.
"Miss Wang, you agree with this view, right?"
Andrei's eyes gleamed. "The world is about to enter a new era, which will have a more profound impact than the Industrial Revolution."
Just as two hundred years of industrial development created even more wealth than two thousand years of agricultural civilization, twenty years of information superhighway development will surely generate two hundred years of industrial revolution and even more wealth!
The next world king will surely emerge from this new endeavor.
He was radiant and beaming, pointing to the manuscript that Wang Xiao had printed out.
"This is distance education conducted via the internet—"
Ovechkin suddenly interjected, "Distance education? Doesn't that already exist? China has TV universities."
“No, no, no, it’s different.” Andrei waved the printed copy in his hand and immediately corrected the other person’s misconception. “The TV university is a one-way output. The teacher on TV has no way of knowing how the students on stage are reacting. But online teaching is two-way. Both sides can communicate at any time.”
Alexander made the sign of the cross and muttered to himself, "God, if that's the case, then schools can just close down. Haha, my childhood dream will finally come true one day."
Now, when I think about it, I don't know whether to feel bitter or relieved.
“It’s different,” Wang Xiao had to emphasize. “This can only be used as a supplementary measure; we cannot overestimate students’ self-discipline.”
Just kidding, during the three years of the pandemic, she actually studied at a correspondence university for three years. How was the result? Hehe.
How many students in the world truly love learning? Without the constant pressure of teachers and classmates, how many wouldn't let themselves go?
We spend more than half of our lives putting on an act for others.
As they acted it out, it became real.
Ultimately, whether it's about being a person or doing things, actions speak louder than words. What you truly think isn't that important to the world.
Alexander crossed himself again: "God help me, the school has saved its job again."
He emphasized this because schools in the Russian Federation are generally having a tough time right now.
With a significant reduction in allocated funding, the school is not only unable to organize summer camp activities for students, but teachers' salaries are also pitifully low.
Under immense pressure to make a living, many excellent teachers have had to switch careers to private tutoring, and many others work part-time as private tutors.
How much energy do teachers who stay at school have left to devote to ordinary students during holidays?
“We Russians are doomed,” Ovechkin sighed loudly beside him. “It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person. Inequality in education will lead to complete inequality in the whole society.”
When he said this, you couldn't see much sadness on his face; instead, you could see a hint of pride.
Because it takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person, is a saying he had only recently learned after arriving in China.
Listen to how profound and meaningful it is.
China is indeed one of the four ancient civilizations, with a truly splendid historical and cultural heritage.
Others also sighed and complained about the chaos in the country.
But in Wang Xiao's eyes, at least 50% or 60% of their actions were just empty words.
It's understandable, though, as beneficiaries of social upheaval and change, the newly rich naturally welcome this inequality.
Only in this way can their interests be further protected, as well as the advantages of their descendants.
Wang Xiao was a little worried about Ivanov, fearing that his Marxist ideology might flare up and cause him to fly into a rage and start arguing with his friends.
After looking at the printed copy for a long time, Ivanov suddenly blurted out, "Pre-made food is good."
"What's good about it?" Wang Xiao immediately retorted, "It doesn't have the smoky aroma of a wok."
This is also what she complained about in this rambling memoir: when machine production takes over the whole world, even food loses its original charm.
The food tastes the same, which can become boring.
High-tech living isolates people from the world.
Therefore, during holidays, tourist attractions are packed with people, as everyone comes out to attract crowds.
"But it's very practical."
Ivanov emphasized earnestly, "That way, when there are plenty of vegetables in the summer, we can make them into pre-cooked meals. When it gets cold and vegetables can't grow in the ground anymore, we can just heat them up and eat them."
He added, "Anyway, we don't stir-fry, we just boil vegetables."
Wang Xiao got stuck.
God help Russians, please don't hate her. It wasn't her who made them live on pre-prepared meals.
In the end, all she could say was, "Whatever you want, as long as you think it's good."
Ivanov felt particularly good. He had forgotten that he was fleeing Moscow and began to think about how to set up a production line on a farm on the outskirts of Moscow.
Ah, we need to expand the scale of the aquaculture industry; we should raise both pigs and geese.
Goose down can be used to make down jackets, goose feathers can be used to make badminton shuttlecocks, and the leftover feathers can be used to make feather meal, which can be added to feed.
As for the goose meat, stew it with potatoes to make a ready-made dish. When the time comes, just heat it up and serve it with bread for a hearty and delicious meal.
He counted on his fingers which vegetables could be made into pre-cooked meals.
Wang Xiao couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to remind him: "Root vegetables, not leafy green vegetables are all fine."
When she used to order takeout, she didn't want to eat pre-cooked food, so she would order stir-fried vegetables or something similar, at least she could enjoy the wok hei (wok aroma).
People were already used to Ivanov's unconventional fireworks display, so they skipped over him and shifted their attention to the drones.
Good heavens, this drone seems to be different from the drones they're talking about now.
It is frighteningly cheap, yet incredibly lethal.
On the battlefield, they were like mosquitoes, infiltrating everywhere.
Ignoring them would result in a devastating bombing.
But if you try to deal with them, you'll be constantly on the go.
It was a joke that such a large amount of manpower and weapons were wasted, only to be like shooting mosquitoes with cannons from the sky.
“This is guerrilla warfare in the 21st century,” Alexander remarked. “Guerrilla warfare that can exhaust the enemy.”
Wang Xiao's expression was subtle.
Alexander is of mixed race; both his mother and grandfather were Ukrainian.
Well, if we're talking about a classic example of the extensive use of drones in warfare, then the Russo-Ukrainian War is the one.
Sigh, the battle wasn't even over when she transmigrated into the book, so she doesn't even know if the fighting has stopped yet.
Wang Xiao cleared his throat, trying to divert everyone's attention from the war.
"In fact, drones can do so many things: take human space to dangerous places to complete filming tasks, monitor the environment, check the growth of crops, and spray pesticides."
She gave an example: "Like large farms, you can't see how the crops are growing just by standing on the edge of the field; you have to go deep inside."
But if you go in, you'll damage the crops.
The drone flies in the air, capturing images in real time, allowing you to see them clearly while sitting in front of your screen. If this area gets infested with insects, you can spray pesticides directly.
If the plants aren't growing well, apply fertilizer immediately.
It can also deliver supplies, for example, in cases of flooding where people are trapped. Drones can search for and precisely deliver essential supplies.
Hey, this sounds like a good idea.
Send this science fiction story to scientists and see how much of it they can actually achieve.
The waiter brought them fruit.
The most common fruits this season are apples and tangerines, which people bring home by the boxful during the Lunar New Year. In addition, there are their local specialties—watermelons and strawberries.
But what's even more precious is the coconut, which was transported from Hainan Island.
Ovechkin had been in China longer than Andrei and his group, and he even remembered the name Hainan.
He sighed, "It's a pity I didn't come to China sooner, otherwise I could have been reselling land on Hainan Island."
He had heard that in 1991, land was only worth a few hundred thousand yuan per mu, but now the price has increased more than tenfold.
He complained to Ivanov, "You really missed a golden opportunity to make a fortune."
Now he dared not enter again.
As a businessman, he understood the impact of supply and demand on prices. Without a sufficient consumer market, even the most booming market is a bubble.
"Miss Wang—"
Ovechkin was puzzled. "Don't you Chinese understand this principle?"
He now reads Chinese newspapers every day with the help of a translator and feels that everyone is acting like they've gone mad.
"Because 70% of the funds used for real estate speculation come from bank loans and trusts. To put it bluntly, it's not your own money. Of course, you can spend money that isn't your own without feeling guilty."
Wang Xiao rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Houses can be speculated on, one relies on bank loans and the other on land approvals. Can ordinary people get both of these? What have they ever been afraid of?"
Those present immediately burst into laughter.
This subtle emotion is hard to put into words.
Having also been a socialist country, the Soviet Union collapsed, leaving Mao Zedong's followers with rather complex feelings towards China.
On the one hand, many people who have feelings for socialism hope that China will prosper, which would prove that their past choices were not wrong.
On the other hand, they don't want China to be too successful, because it would make them look miserable in comparison.
This is like wanting your sisters to be well, but also worrying that they might not be well-fed.
Wang Xiao's occasional complaints about the various shortcomings of China would occasionally lift the spirits of the newly rich from Moscow.
"What about trusts? How dare those securities companies do that? They're not stupid."
“It’s because I know I’m smart, smarter than everyone else,” Wang Xiao sighed. “I always feel like there are more fools coming to take the fall.”
She confessed, "I just don't know I'm not smart enough, so I don't dare to join in this fun."
Everyone burst into laughter again.
Some people turned on the TV. Although they couldn't understand Mandarin, it was still Chinese New Year, and every TV station was rebroadcasting the Spring Festival Gala. Watching the singing and dancing was quite interesting.
However, this time the channel that popped up wasn't broadcasting song and dance, but rather international news, specifically about the US president.
In last year's US presidential election, the unfortunate George H.W. Bush, despite winning the Gulf War, failed to secure re-election, losing to the younger and more energetic Democratic candidate.
Ivanov suddenly blurted out, "Back then, we in the Soviet Union thought that Gorbachev was young and capable of leading the Soviet Union into a new future."
"No way," Alexander chuckled. "They've clearly had so many presidents die in a row that we're too lazy to replace them. I wonder what this young man is like."
His words were incredibly arrogant.
Even if the new US president is young, it's still relatively young; he's in his late forties or almost fifty, old enough to be Alexander's father.
Andrei highly praised him: "He will definitely be a brilliant political star, and I believe he can lead the world to glory. Hey! Miss Wang, isn't that right? I heard that you ladies especially like him."
"I don't like it," Wang Xiao denied outright.
Are you kidding me? She'd like someone connected to Lolita Island? How twisted would she be?!
Furthermore, even without the Lolita Island incident, his scandal with the White House intern alone—pushing an intern old enough to be his daughter to the forefront to face public condemnation while he pretended to be dead behind the scenes—demonstrates his wickedness and lack of moral boundaries.
Pshaw! She likes nothing.
Her disdain was so blatant that it took Andrei and the others quite a surprise: "Miss Wang, what's wrong with him? We've seen his campaign platform; this is how the future should be."
Wang Xiao hesitated, and could only emphasize: "I hate them all equally."
Ivanov began to rejoice: "Yes, yes, Wang is just like me, a staunch Marxist."
People around him scoffed, "Here we go again, the believer in Marxism."
Don't you two feel guilty saying those things?
Andrei was a little unhappy: "Miss Wang, you're judging him with prejudice. He's a young, energetic, and wise politician."
Alexander added from the side, "That's right, at least much better than our president."
Andrei was even more displeased and warned his friend, "Hey, hey, hey, don't compare them. It's an insult to the President of the United States."
Wang Xiao touched his nose; he couldn't deny that.
After all, this Russian president is a rare conspicuous figure, with all sorts of bizarre things happening all the time.
Compared to him, the US president is indeed incredibly wise.
It can be said that the complete demise of the Soviet Union and the rapid decline of socialism in the 1990s were partly due to the stark contrast in the social images of these two presidents.
After all, national leaders represent the image of the country.
Like a fanatical fan, Andrei chased after Wang Xiao, determined to get an explanation for his idol: "Miss Wang, as a smart and visionary lady, you shouldn't be prejudiced, as it will interfere with your judgment."
“I’m not being prejudiced; I’m stating the facts.”
Wang Xiao refused to back down, saying, "That's a wicked, shameless, and despicable group."
"Evidence? Please produce the evidence."
Ivanov immediately defended his partner: "Hey! Everyone knows this. If we had evidence in our hands, would we think the FBI was just sitting around doing nothing?"
"Is KGB just sitting around doing nothing? Have they obtained any evidence?"
“Who says there’s no evidence?” Wang Xiao retorted. “You’ve all heard about the child trafficking in Romania, haven’t you?”
As one of the few countries that allows foreigners to adopt its orphans, Romania's adoption procedures are quite simple.
Even so, human traffickers still find it troublesome and even resort to kidnapping children directly.
"Besides Romania, every year a large number of babies flow from Asia, Latin America, and Eastern Europe into Europe and the United States. Are they all properly adopted? Are they greeted with the warm embrace of normal foreign family parents?"
Wang Xiao's gaze turned cold and mocking. "My dear friends, we can't be so self-deceiving as to this extent, can we?"
Everyone present was a player, so they were unaware of the existence of the prostitute.
While the sex industry is primarily populated by women, the addition of the prefix "virgin" means it can be either male or female, including both boys and girls.
Andrei's face turned red, and he subconsciously emphasized, "That's not his responsibility. It's those perverts. It has nothing to do with him."
Wang Xiao wanted to say that he was also one of the perverts, but he had no evidence.
So she changed her tune: "In countries led by political elites like him, isn't it the responsibility of these political elites that such evils have existed for so long?"
You say that the Soviet leadership killed the Soviet Union, and those damned leaders should be held responsible.
Why is it that in the United States, political elites have immunity and shouldn't be tried?
That's such a double standard.
Andrei was speechless. He wanted to say that his idol had just become President of the United States and would definitely crack down on such criminal behavior in the future.
But even he himself didn't believe it when he said it.
Because this sounds as ridiculous as a Soviet president emphasizing the need to crack down on privileged classes.
As someone who is part of it, even if I disagree, I cannot openly oppose it.
Otherwise you will be abandoned by this class.
Andrei was taken aback; he felt like he had been brainwashed by Wang Xiao.
When did he come to believe that the crimes of child molestation were committed by the Western elite?
Is it because only they have the ability to do whatever they want?
Andrei was deeply perplexed.
Ivanov watched the news report on the American side of the night, and thought, well, it's just that things are chaotic abroad.
Then he suddenly blurted out, "Actually, America isn't that great, is it?"
Look, there are so many homeless people on the streets, and so many people who can't afford medical care.
This would have been absolutely impossible during the Soviet era.
Every Soviet citizen had a roof over their head and access to free healthcare and education.
But why did such a great Soviet Union collapse?
Wang Xiao shrugged: "I don't know."
Asking her won't help since no one will know the answer to this question even 30 years from now.
She was now brimming with confidence; she already knew what her next science fiction novel was going to be about.
Escape Lolita Island, blow up Lolita Island, gather all these bastards together, and let them (yes, all of them) turn to ashes.
It's science fiction, can't we at least have some fun?
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About the information superhighway.
In 1992, Senator and former U.S. Vice President Al Gore introduced the Information Superhighway Act. In September 1993, the U.S. government announced a new high-tech plan—the National Information Infrastructure (NII)—aimed at building an information superhighway based on the Internet, enabling all Americans to conveniently share massive amounts of information resources.
Main objectives
(1) To facilitate the exchange of computer information between enterprises, research institutions and universities.
(2) Improve the level of medical services, represented by medical diagnosis, through the communication and sales of medicines and the transmission of X-ray images.
(3) To develop computer-assisted instruction into lectures by researchers on the front lines and in schools.
(4) Provide extensive disaster information such as earthquakes and fires.
(5) Enable electronic publishing, electronic libraries, home theaters, home shopping, etc.
(6) It drives the development of the information industry, generates huge economic effects, enhances international strength, and improves comprehensive national power.
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