I, the only superpower on earth

Navalli sat on the smart walker, the collar of his coat was turned up, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes and a dark red scarred forehead outside.

The electric smart walker is slowly moving forward at a speed of three to five meters per second. Under the control of simple and intelligent auxiliary AI, it walks past pedestrians with black or brown skin on the sparsely populated sidewalk. However, we came to a park surrounded by green trees.

In the park, there is a terrace. On the terrace, a dark-skinned man is holding a microphone and talking to the audience. Behind him, a banner hangs on the terrace with the words "UNITY BLOCK" written in large letters: "UNITY BLOCK".

The hundreds of seats under the stage were basically filled with people. Most of the people had dark skin, either black or brown, with only a few sporadic Caucasians mixed in, which looked very abrupt.

However, the black people who were supposed to be singing rap and being very noisy at this moment were rarely seen quietly listening to the narration of the people on the stage. It was rare to see that the venue was full of a quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

Navalli came to the last row of the audience silently, and there were only vacancies there. A Latina woman in her twenties was originally listening to the people on the stage in admiration, but at this moment she noticed Navalli's arrival and smiled brightly at him, showing her white teeth.

"Navali, come here."

She gently waved to Navalli, guiding the latter to come to her side, and carefully moved out the chair next to her, allowing Navalli to sit directly on the walker and sit side by side with her.

"Julia, how long has Miss Masip been talking?"

Navalli asked quietly, putting down the collar of his coat. But the woman named 'Julia' did not show any disgust towards him who showed his face. Instead, she stuck to his ear and said softly:

"Don't worry, it's just the beginning."

As she spoke, Julia smiled slightly, her hair brushed past Navali's ears, and she looked at the terrace again.

Navalli felt his ears itchy and hot, and he knew that his ears should be red without looking at him.

In order to divert his attention, he also cast his gaze on the terrace.

The voice of a man named Masip on the stage kept falling into his ears:

"...Today, in the United States, white people occupy 83.9% of the total wealth, while their proportion is 49.7% of the total population. From this chart, we can see that the white people in the United States account for less than half of the population Occupying the vast majority of the country's total wealth, regardless of whether it is black, yellow, or Latino mixed race, the wealth allocated is far from commensurate with the proportion of the population, which has led to ethnic minorities The phenomenon of being at the bottom of the social hierarchy...

“…the country’s leadership and elite have enacted many policies that appear to be fair—even too fair—in order to moderate ethnic tensions and keep key issues of wealth distribution under the hood. Leaning towards black people; promoting the 'BLM' movement across the United States; restricting jokes or inadvertent ridicule against skin color with extremely strict legal and moral concepts...

"However, most of these school quota skews are derived from deductions from motivated Asians; the 'BLM' movement and the issue of skin color jokes do not touch on the deepest levels of discrimination. The social situation in China has covered up the in-depth discussion of black rights and the status quo under the surface of extreme respect...

"What is the final result? That is the mutual harm and hatred between the black race and other ethnic minorities in the United States, which will lead to the existence of the root cause of all this-the white upper class is hidden in the 'racial hatred' ' and behind the scenes of 'bottom mutual harm'.

"...We must not ignore such a problem-blacks, with 13% of the population of the United States, have created half of the criminal cases in the United States; and the prison sentence rate of Hispanics is 3.1 times that of whites...We must not avoid talking about the past Ratio of crime incidents by ethnicity, like many white people who deliberately exaggerate the radicalization of the 'BLM' movement - avoid talking about crime, drugs, single parent families related to minorities. Avoid talking about it The fact that the truth of the matter will not subside the emotions among the people, it will only create deeper and deeper gaps and cracks between each other... We must go deep into these problems, because only by going deep can we find the causes and solve them. Black people are Are people born criminals? Are people of mixed race born stowaways and dishwashers? Are people of yellow race born "people without leadership"? No...that is the acquired cause of the accumulation of culture, wealth, and historical background.

"...So, this is what we've been doing in the 'Unity Blocks' all the time—starting from the source, solving the education and wealth problems of ethnic minorities, so as to fundamentally impact the inherent social class of this country Distribution...To date, the association of "Unity Blocks" has covered eighteen slum blocks in the Los Angeles area, and has gathered the power of nearly 100,000 ethnic minorities. In the communities benefited by "Unity Blocks", the crime rate has decreased The street environment has been greatly improved, and the original sewage ditches and garbage dumps have been rehabilitated-there are no more criminals and drug addicts in groups. Inspired by our concept of 'root equality',' The joint-stock enterprises run by Tuanjie Street pay dividends every year, and residents' income continues to rise.

“In addition, we have opened four elementary schools, two middle schools, and imported hundreds of outstanding minority graduates to Ivy League schools across the United States—more than half of them devoted themselves to science and engineering, and now work in top universities around the world. Many technology companies have also returned to the "United Streets" to fight for the wealth equality of ethnic minorities...

"In the 20 years since the establishment of the 'Unity Blocks', these blocks have changed from a barren place that people fear, to a quiet place where birds and flowers are fragrant; There are more than ten formal clinics, the sun shines through, and people of all ethnicities can work together here. Isn’t this a proof that it can be successfully transformed?

"...I am convinced that if the 'Unity Blocks' go ahead, the world that Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. believed in - as 'Unity Blocks' literally means - 'Unity' and 'Equality' , will eventually tear up the false 'freedom' based on the gap of wealth distribution like the abyss of heaven, and bring us real freedom and future!"

Massip's speech is over.

There was thunderous applause in the park.

Even Navalli was inspired, raised his hand slightly, and took a pat or two.

But what he paid most attention to was the woman next to him.

He saw that Julia sat up from her seat excitedly, clapping her palms, and hot tears flowed down her cheeks that were as clear as smoky crystal.

Navali watched obsessively.

All of a sudden, he was obsessed.

...

Masip's speech took a lot of time, but after the speech, hundreds of attendees continued to ask questions and communicate enthusiastically. It took him more time.

Until he finally finished speaking, he came a few steps in front of Julia and Navalli who had been waiting for a long time. He smiled apologetically at the two and was about to speak. At this moment, a man with a big wave, A woman dressed in a professional suit suddenly came over, holding a microphone, and asked Masip excitedly:

"Mr. Massip... I'm Catherine, a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. Are you interested in accepting—"

Masip turned to look at her, frowned, and resolutely refused in a gentle but irreversible tone:

"Sorry, you "Los Angeles Times" made unfair reports on the "Unity Block" in the previous news. I have already decided not to have anything to do with the "Los Angeles Times."

"But I do not--"

Before Catherine finished speaking, Masip had firmly stepped over her and came to the two of them.

"Sorry - Navalli, Julia, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Seeing Masip's performance, the reporter sniffled, stomped his feet angrily, and could only walk away angrily.

The sudden reporter did not cause any impact. Julia looked at Masip, who was about fifty years old, with admiration. Although this man's sideburns were slightly white, his face was still sharp and angular, and his eyes were shining with gentleness. And a powerful look.

Julia looked at him and shook her head:

"No, Uncle Masip, I'm still thinking about what you said just now—it was so good!"

Navalli also nodded, and echoed in embarrassment:

"...I am deeply inspired."

Masip shook his head, smiled dumbly, squatted in front of Navari, took out the stethoscope from his arms, listened to his heartbeat, and then took out professional instruments such as blood pressure monitor and respiration measuring instrument from the medicine box next to him, Check Navalli's body:

"Navali, is your breathing still difficult recently?"

He thought for a while, then squatted down and said to Navalli.

Navalli touched his chest:

"Sometimes it's a bit uncomfortable...but it's much better to be outside and get some fresh air."

Masip nodded:

"No wonder—your bronchial tubes are affected by the dilation of your chest from an old injury, and the expansion of your lungs—I'll prescribe a few more medicines for you to take at home. In addition, you can use Walk around more often... If you don’t want to come out during the day, you can go to the park at night.”

Hearing Masip's concerned words, Navalli showed gratitude to the man in front of him and nodded solemnly.

"I see, Mr. Masip."

The man he called "Teacher Masip" was the one who rescued him dying from the garbage dump more than ten years ago.

More than ten years ago, Navali, who was abandoned by the Westeria City Hospital because he had no medical fees, was discovered by Julia, who was about the same age as him at the time, next to the garbage dump.

So, he was rescued by Julia's adopter, Massip, who was in his thirties at the time, and adopted him in his own home.

Masip is a black, but a rare black clinical doctor. He graduated from the clinical medicine major of Johns Hopkins University. He is an outstanding graduate in the major and has the top three results in the same period. This can be said to be an extremely rare existence in the history of African-Americans.

However, although he became an elite among the blacks, he did not enter the upper class and marry a noble black race or a lower-level white man like other blacks who became the upper class and secretly separated from the same race. Kind of people——

After graduating, he rejected the offer from the Mayo Clinic, returned to his hometown, and came to the slums of Los Angeles, also known as "black neighborhoods" by ordinary people, vowing to transform those poor neighborhoods where ethnic minorities gather. Wanting to change it all at its roots—so he started Solidarity Blocks, the organization mentioned in the speech just now.

As he mentioned, from the very beginning of its establishment, the "Unity Block" decided not to be obsessed with political issues such as the so-called "focus on minority rights", but determined to focus on education, economics and other political issues. It is necessary to change the social environment of all ethnic minorities, including blacks, within the social attributes that have a longer-term impact and are more rooted.

In order to do all this, he founded an association, opened the first formal clinic in the neighborhood where he lived as a child, adopted many ethnic minority children who had lost their families, went to neighborhoods, and lived in front of each family. Propagate your own ideas, gather people to establish primary and secondary schools, and provide new strength for future careers...

Today, although Masip has not affected the entire United States, or even the entire state of California, but—at least he has a strong prestige and influence in the slum communities of Los Angeles.

And the career he embarked on with inspiration from the moment he returned to his hometown has already been on the right track and has made great progress.

Looking at Masip and thinking about everything related to him, Navalli only had reverence in his heart, because it was this man who saved him and gave him a second life.

Although he doesn't have a deep understanding of Masip's concept of "unity and equality", Navalli is also willing to join it-at least, he wants to provide Julia and Masip, two people who are important to his life. own help.

After Masip's consultation, just as he put away his stethoscope, Navalli took out a bank card from his pocket and put it in front of Masip:

"Mr. Masip... Here is half a million dollars, my latest work salary. Use it as the start-up capital for the school to be established next."

Looking at the bank card that Navari handed over, Masip did not accept it. Instead, he glanced at the card and looked at Navari with a slightly scrutinizing gaze. Julia next to her frowned even more, staring at Navalli:

"Recent job? Navalli, you won't..."

"Don't worry, teacher—I've stopped doing that kind of thing a long time ago. This is my recent income for finding and submitting code bugs for major companies in the industry, just like a security inspector."

As he spoke, Navalli shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, but he smiled wryly in his heart: When he used his computer talent to roam the dark net, he discovered that he could actually make money by exploiting loopholes in Internet companies. What kind of psychology, actually told Mr. Masip and Julia about this matter.

Julia was raised by a teacher and has similar values ​​to him, and after graduating from the Department of Sociology at Yale University, she returned to the "Unity Block" to help teachers work.

Undoubtedly, both Masip and Julia are particularly sensitive to the possibility of crime, given that Solidarity Blocks is determined to reduce the crime rate among minorities.

Therefore, after hearing what Navali said, they were very serious, and told Navali's side that they could not use this kind of violation to make money for three days and three nights-Navali could only agree with tears and promised From now on, I will not use illegal things to make profits.

Although the knot between the two was temporarily lifted, since then, Masip and Julia have been particularly sensitive to Navalli's use of computers to make money, and Navalli also needs to carefully conceal that he is still expanding his income through the dark web channel thing.

——However, Navalli had already prepared for today's 500,000 dollars.

He smiled at the two of them, raised his mobile phone, and showed his collection records - including the transfer records of large companies such as Google, Microsoft, Facebook, Netflix, etc., and this is indeed Navalli through the open Income from the "Code Mercenary" channel on the website.

So, Nawali, who made the two of them relax and persuaded them with words such as "I still have a lot of savings" and "I can earn 50,000 US dollars a month by outsourcing", was finally satisfied and Masip successfully accepted the contract. After paying the sum, sweat broke out slightly on his forehead.

However, looking at the shocking eyes of Masip and Julia, Navali still had a hard time.

"500,000 is like this... Then I transferred more than 20 million USDT to overseas banks through BTC transactions, and I can't explain the source-if I want to hand it over to Teacher Masip, what should I do? "

It's really difficult to think about it.

Navalli doesn't want to bother about it anymore.

He sat on the walker, said goodbye to the two, and left.

When leaving, Navalli noticed some uniformed figures flickering in the shade of the trees in the park—but they disappeared soon.

It was just a small matter, and Navalli didn't take it to heart.

He steered the walker and was back home in no time.

...

Single apartment on the third floor, familiar living environment.

This is a world of only one person. The bustling feeling in the park during the day and the eager preaching heard are like voices from another world.

...that is indeed the existence of another world.

Navalli lay on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and the touch of Julia's hair, which he felt in the park during the day, seemed to remain on his face-it was so gentle on his ears and cheeks.

Lost in his imagination, he reached out, wanting to grab.

Unsurprisingly, the only thing that can be grasped is air.

Navalli opened his eyes.

All he saw was deep inferiority complex and nothingness.

He looks out the window.

In the dark night, the sky is dotted with stars, and the rumored gods live there, and I am afraid that "Tezcatripoca" is also the same.

Recalling the hazy memories of his youth, a wry smile appeared on Navalli's lips.

"...Could it be that the God of Destiny led me to America just to get me into the current situation?"

Up to now, Navalli has regarded that vague memory as a fantasy formed by the harmony of the scenery he was in and the reasons in his heart.

... As for reality, it is so cold.

Navalli rolled up his bedding and wanted to sleep on it. But at this moment, the mobile phone beside the pillow buzzed—it was Julia's call, and Navalli set a special reminder, so he knew it was her without picking it up.

Navalli answered the phone as quickly as he could, and then he heard Julia's trembling voice suppressing her crying:

"Nawali...Uncle Masip was suddenly arrested by the FBI—supposedly for murder!"