Black technology: starting with space jump machine

Black Domain Calendar Year 1001.

Derek woke up a bit confused. This was the nth time he had fallen asleep after playing in the virtual cabin until he was exhausted. With the breathing light of the virtual cabin slightly lit up, he suddenly remembered that today was the day to distribute welfare benefits!

So he hurriedly removed the somatosensory simulator of the virtual cabin, came out of the virtual cabin full of body odor into the dim room, and finally found his portable computer after digging around in the messy room.

[Mr. Derek, the loan you applied for in my company was rejected because you did not purchase the corresponding skills in your chip. Considering your actual repayment ability, please.]

(Alien swear words)!

My ancestor was a first-level researcher who followed the doctor into the space bubble!

He alone suffered all the hardships of our descendants! What seems to be the turn of the loan company to bully my space bubble to the third flag?

Derek crossed out this message indignantly.

[Mr. Derek, the contribution points issued by the research institute to your account have been converted into 1934 contribution points according to your region. Please check! If any]

(Even more nasty alien swear words)!

The Institute seems to be declining!

How could the descendants of the doctor fall to this point? Even the contribution points have begun to be deducted?

It is not true that the Institute is still insisting on the return of the bullshit quality as the rumors on the Internet say?

Has the cause of the split three hundred years ago been removed from the implanted chips of that group of people?

After the contribution points were confirmed to be credited, 80% were immediately deducted. The mortgage has been deducted for more than three hundred years, but since taking over the loan from his father a hundred years ago, every time Derek saw the deduction, he would be furious.

"If the Institute had not declined, these blood-sucking companies inside would beg me for interest-free loans!!"

After Derek, who was incompetent and furious, had clearly sprayed enough, he could only comfort himself.

"Forget it! Give me something good first!"

Derrick opened the shopping bar on his laptop and spent a lot of money to buy synthetic meat and synthetic food, which was obviously less than the amount of food for one person.

But Derek, who saved most of his contribution points, operated his personal portable computer to jump to another interface.

There were all the "good things" he was going to buy, which could make him forget his worries and pain.

After seeing that his consumption was almost done, Derek swiped to the module of the bionic mall. He first looked at the exquisite bionic lizardmen on the homepage with drooling mouths, and after seeing the long list of numbers below, he cursed the capitalists while flipping through the list.

Finally, he selected a bionic man with golden hair and shiny scales that looked more pleasing to the eye from a dozen of the cheapest bionic men.

Derrick took advantage of his more abundant resources and simply hired the bionic man for 6 hours, intending to let it help clean the room with a sour smell after venting his desire.

After completing this series of operations, Derek yawned while thinking about the protruding abdominal scales and went to the bathroom for a long-lost bath.

This room is very small, even less than 10 square meters, and can only accommodate a virtual cabin, a bathroom and several cabinets for storing items.

It is called a bathroom, but in fact there is no substance such as water at all.

The so-called bath is nothing more than the atomized nanorobots cleaning the body surface over and over again.

"Hua La~~"

It seemed that the debris by the door was pushed over. Derek guessed that the drone had come. Just when he felt hungry, he walked out of the atomized air and walked naked from the bathroom to the door.

A large package was quietly placed on the aisle. Derek tore the box roughly, and the various items in the package instantly scattered all over the floor.

Tearing open the vacuum bag of cooked artificial meat, Derek swallowed it without any eating manners.

How many years ago was it that I last ate meat from animals?

It seemed that when the ancestor with a blurred face woke up from cryogenic hibernation, he took himself to the so-called high-end restaurant and used expensive contribution points to eat a small piece of real meat.

Oh, I was so stupid at that time!

If I could keep that money, I should be able to buy better equipment and kill people in virtual reality!

Giving up thinking, Derek burped, grabbed a small bottle of cheap hallucinogenic liquid and drank most of it, as if only then could he take in water.

"Ding Dong~~"

Is it here? Derek was full of wine and food, and it was just the moment when his desire was high. He opened the door naked without caring whether there was anyone outside the corridor.

I haven't been out for a few years, right? The last time I went out seemed to be to the medical center on the 200th floor for a physical examination of citizen welfare?

Forget it, why think so much?

Civilization has been locked down, who can't live one day at a time?

A bionic robot that looked like a lizard man appeared in front of him. He didn't think much and pulled the bionic man into the room.

A quarter of an hour later, accompanied by a low roar, Derek felt that his realm of thought was comparable to that of the doctor who saved the entire race from the black domain.

"Clean the room well!"

As soon as Derek finished, he took out the "good stuff" from the package that had just arrived, and started to ingest it while ordering the bionic man to clean his room.

Watching the bionic man with his body fluids cleaning the room bit by bit, Derek, who was about to enter the virtual cabin, became a little irritated, feeling that its every move was mocking his incompetence.

A violent mood spread, and an urge to beat up the android to vent his anger took over his mind, but in the blink of an eye, he was filled with cowardice.

Even the cheapest model was not something he could afford. Once it was maliciously damaged, his contribution points might have to be deducted for more than ten years to barely pay off the compensation. By then, his house, which had been paid for by three generations, would have been auctioned off!

Tsk!

Tsk! Tsk!

He turned over irritably, grabbed the bionic man and pressed him to the ground to start a new round of venting his desire.

After the second time, Derek's already tired body could no longer hold on, and he fell asleep outside the virtual cabin for the first time in a long time.

When he woke up, the whole room was brand new, and everything was neatly arranged, only the bionic man had disappeared.

Derek, who felt that all this was justified, stretched his waist and couldn't wait to get into the virtual cabin and started a virtual reality game that lasted for dozens of days.

The nutrients needed by the body were all directly input into the body by the nutrient solution provided by the virtual cabin, and the main body could indulge in the virtual for a long time without waking up.

In the space bubble of Base 52, buildings as high as three or four hundred stories high occupy most of the space, and residents living in them may not even leave a building for their entire lives.

This is obviously a magnificent picture of civilization, but in fact, these buildings have already shown signs of being broken, and the atmosphere of decay and decadence is pervasive.

Residents like Derek are everywhere in the buildings. They have no desire to mate, do not engage in labor, and rely entirely on the welfare benefits left by their ancestors who are in cryopreservation.

This civilization that has avoided the black domain does not seem to be working hard in Base 52, but instead shows a trend of great decline.

This is the first-hand information fed back by the sophon computer after it sneaked in through the cross-space communication connection.