Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 640 Flower of Blood and Bone·One-Dimensional Society I

"Human life is worth living, or should be worth living. This judgment is the basis of all intellectual work; it is the premise of social theory; to deny it is to deny the theory itself.

Yes.

If you do no intellectual work in any sense at all in your life, your life will be meaningless.

Work and labor are topics that humans can never avoid.

But look at our current society.

A highly industrialized and technological social structure in which individual thoughts and behaviors tend to be homogeneous and critical thinking and heterogeneity are suppressed.

Work has become alienated, and, ironically, the more wealth the worker produces, the poorer he becomes, and the greater his productivity and scope of production, the poorer he becomes.

In the past, it was a blessing to find the person who was suitable for his job; because he did not need to ask about other happiness.

Nowadays, many people feel dull and helpless in their daily work and life.

Is their job right for them?

Or, do they have a job they’re proud of?

Are they proud and proud of their work?

Can they bring joy in their work to perfection?

Can they work with love and skill with the inner expectation that they are creating a masterpiece?

Unfortunately,

——Most people live a peaceful and desperate life. 』

"Fourteen Inscriptions on the Flesh—Work and Labor"

01:40 PM.

Edici Federation.

5650 Dolly Avenue, Buena Park, Golden State.

The Golden State is the economic heart of the federation, with a total production of 2.67 trillion US dollars, ranking first among the federal states. The state's Los Angeles and San Francisco Bay are the second and third largest metropolitan economies in the federation.

When outsiders mention Golden State, this is what comes to mind: On a beach, the sun is dazzling, a blond boy with tanned skin, wearing flowery pants, holding a surfboard in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. Wearing sunglasses, he said "Hi, beauty" to the girl in bikini lying next to her basking in the sun, and then walked towards an open-top old Ford Mustang. After being stuck in traffic on the highway, she bought a large bag of Golden State sweet oranges on the way. When I drove home, my neighbor was a Vinewood star.

Of course, those who don’t like it only think of massive forest fires, 47% of the federal homeless population, and the home base of vegetarian politically correct lunatics.

If you were to personify the Golden State, its haters would say without hesitation: It’s a scrawny, gender-ambiguous, tattooed left-wing idiot.

It is sometimes so stupid that it can pass laws that go against the law, such as, "To protect Terra, the use of plastic straws is prohibited."

Here, your dog will be taken away by the police for not having proof of vaccination, but 6 million illegal immigrants will not.

When the Federation announced that it had entered a semi-normal and semi-abnormal society, the Golden State had undoubtedly become an abnormal state.

Today's weather just fits people's impression of Jinzhou: the sun is shining brightly, the sky is blue, and a few white clouds are floating on the horizon.

The sun shines on the huge Amazon rice dumpling warehouse at 5650 Dolly Avenue in Buena Park. The silver-gray exterior of the warehouse shines dazzlingly in the sun.

There is a faint smell of sea salt in the surrounding air, and occasionally a few seagulls chirp from afar.

The environment around the warehouse is extremely busy. Trucks come and go from time to time at the door. Loading and unloading workers are sweating profusely in the sun, busy carrying various goods.

The factory warehouse itself is a huge building with a gray-white reinforced concrete exterior wall that looks solid and modern.

The huge Yamazong logo is hung on the exterior wall of the building, which is conspicuous and easy to identify.

There are multiple spacious unloading areas at the entrance of the factory warehouse, equipped with efficient loading and unloading equipment to facilitate the rapid handling of goods.

There is an extensive parking area surrounding the building, capable of accommodating a large number of employees and transport vehicles.

Inside the warehouse, in the main aisle, you can easily spot the dark gray conveyor belt.

Zhizhizhi————

Zhizhizhi————

The conveyor belt is constantly running, transporting various goods from one area to another.

They meander along the long passage, as if they are the arteries of the warehouse, conveying the "vitality" of the warehouse.

On both sides of the conveyor belt, there are several rows of packaging workbenches.

Each workbench is filled with various items, some of which have just arrived, and some of which are already packed packages.

Workers are busy working at these workbenches, sorting, packaging and labeling goods with skillful skills.

Buzz buzz buzz——

On the packaging platform, the automatic carton sealing machine makes a rhythmic buzz, and the packaged goods are arranged in an orderly manner on the conveyor belt, waiting for the next step of processing.

In the corner of the warehouse, dazzling light yellow storage baskets are stacked.

These storage baskets are neatly stacked together and look like a work of art from a distance.

The surface of the storage basket shone with a soft light, and each one was polished to an extremely smooth finish.

Workers move storage baskets filled with merchandise onto a conveyor belt, allowing them to move along with the conveyor belt.

Behind one workbench after another are diligent Yamazong warehouse workers.

They use their hard-working hands to move back and forth between the workbench and the shelves with ease.

They wore blue work clothes, hard hats on their heads, and sweat on their faces, but their hands never stopped moving.

Everyone was concentrating on completing their work, as if the entire warehouse was a huge machine - they were indispensable parts of this machine.

Among these busy workers, Old Jack drove a forklift through the warehouse.

Old Jack drove the forklift carefully in the narrow passage, his hands tightly holding the steering wheel, his eyes staring at the front, and fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

The forklift made a low roar and moved steadily. The goods in front were neatly stacked, waiting to be moved to the designated location.

Old Jack was an elderly man, and his eyes had become numb from working up to 80 hours a week.

When he was working, there was no light in his eyes, no humanity. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, his eye bags sank, and he looked exhausted.

His hands were covered with calluses, showing the traces of years of labor.

In the process of moving goods, he occasionally stopped, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then continued to work.

On the way of the forklift, Old Jack found that there were a few fewer people in the factory. He muttered in his heart, "They were fired again by flexible work, those temporary workers; by the way, it's not the peak season recently, the supervisor has attracted so many temporary workers recently, and then quickly fired them, what is going on?"

"Also, I don't seem to have seen the supervisor recently. It's Brady who passed the supervisor's message. That kid... is also a bit weird."

He shook his head and continued to operate the forklift, full of doubts and helplessness.

Everything he saw made him feel exhausted, but he had no intention of stopping work.

Because he knew that

this job was his whole life.

Old Jack opened the goods, and all the goods would be transported and transferred to the "iron cage" after arriving at the warehouse.

The iron cage is a shelf higher than several people, and different goods are placed on different levels of different shelves according to classification.

Each layer of the shelf is filled with a variety of goods, from electronic products to daily necessities, from clothing to food.

The appearance of the iron cage is heavy and cold. The cage frame is covered with iron mesh, forming narrow passages. Employees shuttle through these passages, busy and mechanical.

After receiving the order, there are special employees responsible for running around between the shelves, scanning the goods in the order, and putting them into the storage baskets.

These employees wear uniform work clothes, with scanners hanging around their waists, and their hands operate quickly and skillfully.

Their eyes are also the same as Old Jack, focused and numb, executing every step like a machine, without a trace of extra emotion.

They put the storage basket on the conveyor belt, and the storage basket slowly slides forward with the movement of the conveyor belt, making a low humming sound.

The conveyor belt sends the storage basket all the way to the packer on the first floor.

The packer also wears blue work clothes and skillfully performs the work of packing and packaging with his hands.

Each packaging box is affixed with a barcode to ensure that all items can be clearly tracked throughout the process, and anyone can understand the current process of the order through the barcode.

The packers will pack the boxes in turn according to the orders and put all the packing boxes on another conveyor belt.

These neatly packed boxes gradually disappear in the eyes of the packers as the conveyor belt moves, officially starting their journey of "embracing the owner".

Whether it is a storage basket or a packing box, everything here is cold and mechanized.

The workers are like gears on an assembly line, repeating monotonous movements every day, expressionless, and without a trace of life in their eyes.

Long-term mechanical labor has made their faces lose their luster, become numb and pale, as if they were eroded by the ruthlessness of the factory.

Old Jack put the goods away, got off the forklift, and prepared to start his own packing work.

His movements were fast and precise, and the wrinkles on his face deeply engraved the traces of time.

When he was about to turn around, he met a tall "new employee".

Old Jack looked at the other person with some turbid eyes. He was a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes, wearing Yama Zong work clothes, neat and energetic.

The blond young man had a handsome face, but he always gave Old Jack a feeling of being exhausted, very similar to the temperament of a certain type of people who were always working at a high frequency.

He also noticed that the other person had a silver metal stick like an electronic cigarette on his right ear, which was flashing a faint light.

"Are you new here?" Old Jack couldn't help asking.

"Yeah."

The fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, who had just traveled thousands of miles from the Blue Grass State through the shuttle channel to the second high-frequency sensing point, nodded.

"Temporary worker?"

Old Jack glanced at Xia Xiu, then looked around, and found no trace of the supervisor, nor Brady, who had recently taken over the management of the work group from the supervisor.

"I am indeed a temporary worker."

Xia Xiu nodded.

The outfit on him was originally transformed through [Personal Customization], and at the same time, he also turned on the [Don Quixote Module]'s thinking influence and [Complete Collapse].

Under the influence of double cognitive distortion, his existence and identity will be rationalized in an extremely tough attitude.

Perhaps the description of the Fourth Sword Bearer in Heaven in the weird and abnormal community is correct, and he himself is indeed a huge weirdness.

A gathering of disasters and deaths.

Mephistopheles walking on earth.

Man in black.

Wherever Hugh Abraham went, there was always an end.

"Have you been trained?" Old Jack asked next.

Xia Xiu shook his head, but Old Jack looked as if it was true, with complaints on his face.

"Recently, the supervisors have not followed the normal procedures. You temporary workers have come in batches after batches. When you arrive, you just throw them at work and let the old people take care of them directly. Don't teach anything, don't say anything, and treat trivial matters like trivial matters. and conflicts are left to us employees..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the blond young man again, and found that the other man was standing next to him with a meek look on his face, looking like a college student who had just left the society.

With that unique silly clarity and gentle temperament like a sheep.

"Harm, it's a good thing you met me. If you met someone else, a young man like this who seems harmless to humans and animals, he would probably be bullied." Old Jack thought to himself as a person who has been through this.

Then, he said earnestly to the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, who was harmless to humans and animals and was easily bullied:

"You should familiarize yourself with the process with me today."

"Okay." Xia Xiu adjusted the blue work hat on his head and showed a warm smile.

He happened to be very interested in this factory that was full of "inner temple" atmosphere.

Others may not be able to feel it, but Xia Xiu, as a Sin-Eating Cultist, can feel the aura of the factory exuding like a living thing.

This factory has two mezzanines.

In other words, he has two worlds, inside and outside, similar to the hub, but somewhat different from the hub.

He could feel that the person he was looking for next was in the other world, and what he had to do was find a way to enter the other world.

What he has to do now is to kill these byds within three days in accordance with the requirements of the extermination order.

Old Jack didn't know what Xia Xiu was thinking, so he began to lead Xia Xiu to find his own work group and work unit in the factory.

Old Jack began to take Xia Xiu around the factory to find his working group and work unit.

Walking through the long corridor, there are neatly arranged shelves on both sides, and the items on the conveyor belt move in an orderly manner under the operation of workers.

There was a faint smell of ink and cardboard in the air, and the hum of machines could be heard from time to time.

"Our main job responsibility is to pack," Old Jack introduced as he walked. "We work 10.5 hours a day. Don't talk to me about labor laws and labor unions. The managers of Yamazong don't like to hear these, and they can't listen to them. talk."

He paused, his voice a little tired, "Remember, you have three breaks in the middle. Among them, two breaks are no more than 15 minutes, and one break is no more than half an hour. The rest of the time, you can only stand while working. Next to the stage, let yourself turn on the robot mode and repeat the packing work. "

The scene inside the factory came into Xia Xiu's eyes. Rows of workbenches were filled with various cartons and packaging tools.

The workers were busy with their heads down, their hands operating the packaging process quickly and skillfully.

The order information was displayed on the computer monitor, the printer kept spitting out labels, and the scanner gun made a series of beeps.

Old Jack continued: "In the beginning, you were only responsible for packaging small and medium-sized orders of single items: packaging DVDs or CDs into cardboard boxes, or small boxes into larger boxes. Everything you need for packaging Everything can be found on the workbench.”

He pointed to the workbench, "On the workbench, there is a computer monitor, printer and scanner. They will tell you what you should put into what, and then where to attach the label after printing it. "

Xia Xiu carefully looked at the equipment on the workbench. The computer monitor flashed order information, stacks of label paper were stacked next to the printer, and the scanner guns were neatly placed aside.

Around the workbench, piles of unpacked and flat cartons can be seen everywhere, and tapes, rollers and knives are neatly arranged for workers to use at any time.

Old Jack's slightly mechanical words continued, "During the prescribed working hours, employees are not allowed to sit down during the entire working time unless they apply for a medical condition."

His voice sounded like it was coming from a recording device, without any emotion.

Xia Xiu's eyes scanned the surrounding factory environment.

The employees at each workstation are like silent gears, turning silently and mechanically repeating the same actions.

The storage baskets and packing boxes that are constantly moving on the conveyor belt form a busy and indifferent picture.

The ceiling lights in the warehouse emitted dazzling white light, illuminating the entire space, but it could not illuminate the numb eyes of the workers.

"Furthermore, you are not allowed to leave your workstation without permission under any circumstances."

Old Jack continued, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his voice, "If the conveyor belt fails, you will find colleagues suddenly appearing in the warehouse running around, and they will keep putting new orders on your workbench. basket, and make sure you don’t have anything to do without it.”

Yamazong is well aware of this fact.

So, employees have absolutely no chance to breathe.

Their jobs are all linear and they just keep packing, packing, and packing.

Other things can be solved through packaging.

He followed Old Jack to the workbench, where an employee-specific tracking wristband was placed.

Old Jack picked up the wristband, handed it to Xia Xiu, and said, "I'm not kidding, Yamazong has applied for a patent on employee tracking wristbands."

"This is not irony, this is reality."

Xia Xiu took the wristband and felt its weight and texture.

The wristband looks like an ordinary electronic watch, but it has some tiny sensors on the back that seem to be able to sense the wearer's status and activity.

He looked at it carefully and put the band on his wrist.

"You have to remember," Old Jack continued, "this wristband can monitor employees' work dynamics. When the system detects that an employee is in a 'loose' state, the wristband will vibrate continuously and urge the employee to work seriously and efficiently. ”

There was a hint of helplessness and boredom in his voice.

Old Jack continued: "In Yamazong's employee handbook, they say in a boastful tone that they will set the work standards of employees to 'incredibly high'. Take my job as an example. My work goals are nominally We need to complete 104 orders and packages every hour, but in fact, my assessment target is at least 120 orders and packages per hour.”

“According to data provided by the intermediary that oversees my packaging, my average packaging speed is always lower than the packaging efficiency tracked in real time based on my desktop monitor.”

Old Jack continued, with a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his voice, "They have also temporarily cooperated with several organizations to add a number of 'eyes in the sky' inside the warehouse. These 'eyes in the sky' are responsible for supervising the work of employees and will communicate through writing The board notifies employees to tell them if they are completing their target tasks, and they will notify you soon."

"Working in Yamazong, you have two 15-minute paid breaks every day, as well as a half-hour unpaid lunch break."

Old Jack continued to explain, "The computer at the workbench is associated with Yamazong's product database. When you scan the goods, the system will prompt you which size packaging box you need to use, print relevant product labels, and monitor your packaging speed. , while counting the number of items you scan every hour.”

"You also need to log out with a different barcode in terms of paid breaks and unpaid breaks."

Old Jack said with resentment, "I initially thought that the data discrepancy was because the system artificially reduced our packaging efficiency, but in fact, when you need to take a paid break and log out of the system, the system's recording does not stop, so Directly lowering the average packaging efficiency.”

Xia Xiu nodded, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

This mechanism essentially forces employees to work harder to make up for the drop in performance during breaks.

"It is through this method that Yamazong is able to make employees work harder and make up for the low performance caused during the statutory paid breaks as much as possible."

Old Jack said with a somewhat painful expression:

"An average of 104 packaging tasks are completed per hour, which already makes people race against time to work efficiently and quickly, and you also have to pick goods in batches and complete a series of operations - select the correct goods according to the order, scan and view the details of the goods information, print labels, choose the right size box and complete other packing preparations until it is packed beautifully, labeled, and placed on a conveyor belt for the next destination.”

Old Jack paused and looked at Xia Xiu deeply: "If you want to complete 120 packaging tasks every hour, you basically need to complete all the above operations within 30 seconds."

Xia Xiu couldn't help but pointed to the [Flexible Work System] sign above the factory and asked curiously:

"Flexible working system, what kind of flexible method?"

Old Jack sneered:

“Generally speaking, when the volume of parcels is huge during the peak season, Yamazong will hire a large group of people and be flexible when needed.

Flexible working is basically an extra hour of work time.

Normally, I work a four-hour shift, but when they asked for an additional hour of flexibility, I had to work a five-hour shift. "

"Then what will happen if you say you don't want to work overtime for an hour?" Xia Xiu then asked.

"Yama Zong implements a points system. For example, if you are late within an hour, you get 0.5 points.

If you are more than an hour late, you will get 1 point. If you didn't show up for the entire class, you'll be deducted 1.5 points. If you save up five points, they give you an attendance warning, which basically says, 'Hey, you're going to be kicked out because your attendance is so bad. ’

If you accumulate enough 6 points, they will fire you immediately.

So, if I leave an hour or two early, they give me those points.

I'm not sure if so-called flexible working is part of the plan.

But if I said I didn't want to work overtime, I guess they would either say, 'No, I'm sorry, you have to keep working,' or they would say, 'You can just leave if you want, but you know you'll get a credit for it. Up a few points. ’”

Having said this, Old Jack couldn't help spitting and cursed secretly:

"This group of byds who give birth to babies without assholes, they are all"

"Flexible work, play nml*****"