The discussion wasn't over yet; everyone, eager to prove their usefulness, continued to offer their opinions while the moderator was communicating with the other side.
Of course, many ideas are generated in these discussions.
"In addition, I suggest stopping the pointless expulsion of civilians into contaminated areas."
“I think it’s inappropriate to stop abruptly. Relocating civilians to the contaminated area is a historical phenomenon and was intended to convince people of the area’s existence. Stopping abruptly would cause panic and speculation. It can be stopped gradually.”
"We should increase the punishment for illegal and criminal activities. We can reduce the number of criminal penalties and change it to only humanitarian destruction. Anyone who violates the law should be subjected to humanitarian destruction."
“I agree. Only in this way can we ensure that there are enough genetically modified humans available for supply.”
I agree.
“I disagree. Who among you can guarantee that you will never make a mistake? Once a mistake is made, there is no chance of redress, and you will be humanitarianly destroyed. Don’t you think that’s terrifying?”
"Of course we're not included; we've always been referring to ordinary people."
"Don't be so naive. The number of 'government' employees is increasing. Haven't you worried about layoffs?"
"Layoffs? Could this be humanitarian destruction?"
"Heh, do you really think layoffs are like government employee exams, where failing one simply means having your memory erased?"
"It's terrifying to think about. We know too much. Even if their memories are erased, they might slowly recall them under certain stimuli. The 'government' won't let this danger happen. Once they're laid off, they'll definitely be subjected to humanitarian extermination."
"Holy crap! I'd rather 'commit suicide' than go to a place like that!"
"Actually, going to the Ma tribe is not bad. It's just pulling carts and doing manual labor. Under normal circumstances, you can live for more than ten years without any problem."
"Thinking about it this way, going to the human park would be a good ending. At least I would just have to stay in a cage and let them watch me."
"Let's forget about it. The ones who get good treatment are the natural people. I heard that the human park over there keeps a dozen or so natural people who were kidnapped more than a hundred years ago, and they treat them like treasures."
"No, I heard they give them aphrodisiacs every day to make them have sex so they can have children naturally. Doing it every day can kill people."
"The key is that once you get there, you might not even be able to die even if you want to."
"Now you know how terrible it is, right? So I suggest you be careful when you bring it up, and deal with their demands first."
"Actually, I have another suggestion. Aren't there many people taking the 'government' staff exam every year? Those who fail in the past have their memories erased, but those who fail this time can be humanely destroyed, right? Most of these people are intelligent and old, aren't they?"
"Are you stupid! If you knew you'd be killed for failing the exam, who would even sign up? The chances of passing are too slim; signing up is like throwing your life away!"
"You're the idiot! Of course we won't tell them that failing the exam will result in humanitarian extermination. Anyway, nobody knows what happens if they fail to become a 'government' employee. I bet most people just guess their memories will be erased. It's the same as being dead, since their memories have been erased."
"......"
"A divine being!"
"Millions of people must apply every day..."
"They collected the registration fee and then took a life. That's a truly ruthless idea!"
"For some reason, it seems quite feasible."
“I think we could even open up the examination for government employees to residents of Anqu District and permanent residents of Anqu District. Maybe there will be some unexpected surprises.”
"I don't quite understand what you mean?"
"I understand! This is indeed a better idea! It might even solve the problem of finding a home for the natural people."
"There's no other way; we always have to dig pits for people to fall into. We're responsible for digging the pits, and they're responsible for jumping in. What a harmonious society!"
"The key is to be willing to jump in."
"Can I take charge of shoveling the dirt?"
"Get out of the way. Shoveling dirt is a difficult job that should be done by the older folks. I'm the most senior here, so don't try to take it from me."
“I feel that manual labor such as shoveling soil should be done by young people. I just came last year, so naturally I am responsible for shoveling soil.”
"Everyone draw lots to shovel soil."
"Okay! I agree."
"I agree."
I agree.
I agree.
"Does this mean the vote passed?"
"certainly."
So, without hesitation, everyone decided to draw lots to secure the only chance to shovel soil.
Ultimately, number 7 was honorably awarded this opportunity.
Then, the host announced that number 7 was eliminated in this round.
There's no way around it; someone has to be killed by humanitarian measures. Now that everyone has spoken out, it's impossible to tell whose role was less significant. It all comes down to luck.
Number 7 was unlucky and got drawn by lot, so I had to accept it.
Moreover, regarding the decision to choose number 7 for humanitarian destruction, there was only one dissenting vote and all others in favor, which complies with the majority rule.
Ultimately, Number 7 was "humanitarianly annihilated" amidst bewilderment and resentment. Fortunately, since they were colleagues, Number 7 was assigned to the Horse Tribe, where he would simply pull carts, much better than being sent to the Goose Tribe, Pig Tribe, or Rat Tribe.
Of course, everyone learned another trick: no matter what, even if it's supposed to be a good thing, you should never draw lots casually, because if you accidentally draw the wrong lot, you might end up with this kind of bad luck.
Honesty between people was clearly already almost nonexistent two thousand years ago, let alone now.
The host arranged with the representatives from the other side who were in agreement to renegotiate the terms the following evening, so today's meeting ended there.
Since negotiations haven't started yet, tomorrow's global population screening will proceed as planned. However, the millions of people who were originally scheduled to be deported to the contaminated areas will be temporarily frozen. Whether they will ultimately be deported to the contaminated areas or subjected to humanitarian annihilation depends on the outcome of the negotiations.
Today was a tense day, but thankfully it passed peacefully.
Everyone thinks that way, so everyone should just wash up and go to bed.
At this moment, the system for receiving documents on the 8th suddenly notified that Kang Shuaifu had submitted an application requesting the intervention of the Ball Resources Coordination Committee for mediation.
This matter should have been the responsibility of Number 7, but he had already been killed for humanitarian reasons, so the job fell to Number 8.
The 8th is a bit of a hassle. Taking over a job from someone with extremely bad luck makes me feel uneasy. Taking over the job is fine, but I hope I don't inherit the bad luck with it.
Thinking about it this way, this application seems like a hot potato.
A quick glance suggests that the hope is for the Resource Coordination Committee to intervene and delineate the scope of the water resources market, preventing Li Lechen, who is currently waging a price war, from taking over all the market share.
It's all water; what does market share have to do with me?
It has nothing to do with human development!
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