Chapter 596 Will it snow in cyberpunk? (1)

"Do you believe that people have past lives?"

"Previous lives... seem a bit illusory. I think people just need to live in the present."

The patient who asked the question laughed sinisterly. "I know you don't believe it."

Bai Yao muttered to herself. She really didn't believe it. If she hadn't considered that the other party was a patient, she would have thought about asking such a question.

Today is a good day. The so-called good weather only means that there is no black dust in the sky. In fact, the sky is still foggy and the air is not good. It's just that the human beings in the new era have long adapted to such an environment and don't think there is anything wrong.

In 2089, mankind has entered a new technological era. People's daily lives are affected by the rapid changes in technology, and the popularization of computerized information has enveloped the world.

It is only four o'clock in the afternoon, but because the polluted sky does not allow too much light all year round, every time at this time, various places in the city will light up with a variety of lights that are extremely visually impactful.

Even the hospital, which should be the cleanest, is no exception. The high-rise buildings and billboards are all shining with colorful lights. The brilliance of neon lights and the gray and gloomy sky are mixed together, and they are somewhat matched.

Bai Yao is a junior in college. Because the recent weather forecast shows that there will be a strong black rain in the near future, the school has been closed early, and the reason why she is sitting in the hospital is because she is waiting for her father to get off work.

In this era, humans are divided into upper and lower classes because of their genes. The lower class lives in chaotic slums, doing the hardest and most exhausting work, while the upper class lives in the main city and enjoys the best resources, thinking that they can create more wealth for the world.

Under the appearance of peace, the widening gap between the rich and the poor cannot be hidden, and the real situation of the increasingly oppressive human society is buried behind the illusion of prosperity.

Bai Yao's father is a doctor, her mother is a pilot, and the test at her birth showed that her genes were excellent, so she was qualified to study in a prestigious school. There is no doubt that their family is a microcosm of the upper class.

As a beneficiary of this social system, Bai Yao occasionally wants to criticize this system in this distorted environment, but it would also make her look hypocritical and whining.

If she really said something that was considered heretical by the upper class, she would probably be judged as having a genetic problem and thrown into the lower class.

Sometimes, Bai Yao felt that she was being prudent and hypocritical.

Not long ago, Bai Yao was sitting on a bench playing with her mobile phone, waiting for her father to get off work, and a man in a hospital gown suddenly sat next to her.

The middle-aged man was unkempt, with dark circles under his eyes. His loose hospital gown made him look very thin, but his eyes looked inexplicably bright. Perhaps a more appropriate word to describe him was that when he stared at Bai Yao, he looked excited and a little neurotic.

As soon as the man sat down, he threw her a question, "Do you believe in past lives?"

Bai Yao's first reaction was that this middle-aged man was going to have a clumsy chat, and maybe he would say "I feel like I had a connection with you in my past life" next.

This was not something Bai Yao believed. In fact, she was beautiful, and even in the upper class, she was one of the best. There had been men who had chatted with her like this before.

But unexpectedly, the man did not say something like "I'm interested in you" as she expected, but mysteriously took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. He lowered his voice and said, "Do you know how much energy is hidden in it?"

Bai Yao replied perfunctorily, "How much?"

"It can maximize the function of the purification tower and purify the pollution in the entire lower area."

Bai Yao was surprised and felt it was incredible.

The so-called new era is actually called the pollution era by many people. The gray fog covered the sky, and the rain that fell was an acidic black liquid. Even the snowflakes lost their pure white.

Only the AI ​​pictures in the textbooks and the video data left over from decades ago tell the children of today that a long time ago, the snow was not black, but pure white.

The reason why humans are divided into upper and lower classes based on their genetic merits is because of the scarcity and imbalance of resources.

In the center of every city, there is a tall building that looks like an iron tower. That is the purification tower, which releases information at all times and mobilizes the small purifiers pre-set in every corner of the upper class. They work together all the time to purify the air.

This is a great invention created by scientists from all over the world who have been jointly experimenting for the past decade. However, the operation of each purifier requires a lot of energy, so the world has to give up some people.

In the lower class areas where purification equipment is not widely available, people live there, breathing polluted air, doing the hardest physical work, and their average life expectancy is much lower than that of people in the upper class areas.

So Bai Yao understands that the protests in the lower class areas have become more and more intense in the past decade. Of course, in these years, they have more or less fought for some rights for themselves, such as being able to go to the hospitals in the upper class areas for medical treatment, but in fact, these so-called rights are just for show and not for use.

They simply cannot afford the treatment costs in the hospitals in the upper class areas, and living in such an environment for many years, even if they can seek medical treatment, it is difficult to cure their already broken bodies.

But sometimes people can only comfort themselves that at least there is a beginning.

The middle-aged man handed the USB flash drive in his hand to Bai Yao. His eyes were eager, as if he regarded Bai Yao as a god who saved the world. "As long as this is plugged into the terminal of the purification device, the power of the purification device will break through the set limit and increase to the maximum. People in the lower area can be purified."

Bai Yao frowned. "You said that the purification device has a set limit?"

That is to say, people in the lower area should also be able to enjoy the purification?

The middle-aged man laughed, "Don't you know? There are many people here who want to monopolize the resources of the upper class. If they are not robbed, how can their resources be piled up into a mountain?"

Bai Yao said: "The world media are reporting that it is impossible to break through the efficacy of the purification device."