Based on Cheng Zhu's current observations, this world controlled by artificial intelligence should be a peaceful and highly developed city.
Artificial intelligence can be said to be very friendly to humans, but it does not hesitate to strike hard when it violates the rules. Originally intended to serve only the human aristocracy and to establish a large number of rules to oppress and enslave the lower classes, it unexpectedly turned the human aristocracy into objects that needed to be controlled after the AI awakened.
Everyone needs to abide by the rules of artificial intelligence.
Human nobles, because of their high starting point, can still live relatively comfortably even after being controlled by artificial intelligence; while the lower classes certainly live much worse lives, unable to achieve equality for all, they are still able to live comfortably...
What is Christine thinking?
Ya's voice interrupted Cheng Zhu's thoughts. Only then did Cheng Zhu realize that when he was daydreaming, he had been staring in Ya's direction.
"I was wondering if the school has a vegetable cultivation club," Cheng Zhu said casually. "I've heard that high schools usually have some kind of club. If there is such a club, I can join in the club activities and experience the fun of growing vegetables."
"Christine, are you already looking forward to school life?" Ardon perked up. "Slot High School is a prestigious institution with a long history, and it certainly has many clubs. Unfortunately, Slot High School doesn't have a vegetable cultivation club, but it does have a food cooking club, a flower arranging club, a garden decorating club, and a diplomatic etiquette club, all of which are very popular clubs!"
"Wait a minute, the Diplomatic Protocol Society doesn't seem to have anything to do with plant cultivation, does it?"
Cheng Zhu couldn't help but complain.
I really don't know how this AI does keyword search. Is the last one going to be some kind of paid promotion? Do community groups do this too?
Suddenly, Aya became coy, a strange blush rising on her translucent face. It was unclear which bastard had given her this reaction: "The Diplomatic Etiquette Club's activities allow us to visit noble homes, and sometimes we can even see nobles cultivating vegetables."
This statement... it just doesn't feel right...
After thinking for a long time, Cheng Zhu finally found a suitable word: like a pimp.
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