I, the only superpower on earth

Time passed bit by bit.

Soon, it was already the second day from midnight to day.

"Fernando, what happened?"

In the main house of Canbilt Manor, Roberts looked at the young man with dark circles under his eyes but was full of energy, and asked knowingly.

"According to the surveys of front-line analysts and public opinion monitors, under the big data screening, the people who choose the system and policy direction we support can already account for 68% of the people in the United States...and in order to avoid 'forum' The voting rules here adopt the past electoral system, which caught us by surprise. I have used the rumors and media channels controlled by my family to make the majority of the states support us to take the mainstream...

"...It is certain that as long as Navalli, as he said yesterday, guarantees the implementation of the 'New America' system according to the results of the popular vote, then our interests will always be guaranteed."

Fernando said confidently to Roberts that although he has not closed his eyes for more than 20 hours, he took a private jet to visit many places in the United States in one day, and met with various big KOLs, opinion leaders, and presidents of media companies. Meeting with the old administrative bureaucrats, but there was no trace of fatigue on his face, only a little unnatural flushing.

Due to Navalli's sudden attack and almost subversive war, the old American system - including the government, parliament, and courts - is in a very embarrassing situation.

Losing the guarantee of force, at the same time, it is impossible to see that there are any necessary bureaucrats, parliamentarians, and legal workers under the new "information administration system" integrated by Navarro's mechanical army and AI, as if they were homeless. The wandering dogs live in the "honeycomb standard apartment building" that Navarra quickly built with new building materials, but their past identities can still exert some residual heat.

In fact, a qualified politician is often a very influential Internet celebrity, and Fernando has captured this keenly—in the new administrative system constructed by Navalli, the existence of human bureaucrats seems to have been excluded out.

However, human beings' pursuit of highly influential individuals among their compatriots has not been dispelled. The world pursues kings and philosophers, and regards the government as a synthesis of the two.

Even if the authority is lost, they have not established awe of robots and AI in their hearts-so those bureaucrats of the old era still have a strong appeal.

"Things like power are essentially synonymous with 'domination'."

Fernando said to Robles passionately.

"In the past, the government had the power to forcibly drive the people to do certain things, which was regarded as the power given to it by the social contract-however, some leaders, or elders of civil associations, could also call on their followers to take action, Raising waves like mountains and seas is often not considered power, but influence...but in fact, it is also a kind of power. Power is domination, and influence is soft domination.

"This kind of domination does not even require the alliance of social contracts, or the negotiation of equals between the two parties - it can be established through unilateral belief, respect, and dependence. In the past, because human beings have the existence of the highest power, from top to bottom They all live in the political entity of 'country' constructed by human beings, and follow the law, so the domination of influence appears scattered and weak.

"But...if the 'New America' is really a mechanical country ruled by AI, as Navalli said, then I believe that the domination from influence to power will become more and more important—because After all, human beings still trust compatriots who are also made of flesh and blood more than steel. In that case, the circle of influence composed of social center figures will become a new power group... and this is the most important thing in our family. good at things.

"—So I believe more and more that even in the 'New America', we Canbilt can still continue to be brilliant for a long time."

Roberts looked at Fernando who was in high spirits with great interest, and folded his fingers on his chest.

"A good idea—but, these things of yours seem to have a premise?"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Robles."

Fernando restrained his emotions a bit, but his eyes still glowed with brilliance.

"—I know, and tonight's vote."

"...That Mr. Navalli actually wants to entrust hundreds of millions of people to discuss such an important matter, it's incredible... Does he really believe in things like 'the people decide the way forward'... Hehe, it's a pity he doesn't We know that the people are ignorant, and only the elite can see the way of the world clearly—these foolish people, who had an idea the day before yesterday, will go to the opposite side yesterday, and turn their guns back today. As long as their emotions are aroused, the direction of voting will change. You don't need to ask."

Robles nodded with a smile.

"It seems that you have prepared well for these things."

"It's all because of your advice... Uncle, you dealt with it in 2017—"

Robles raised his palm, stopped Fernando's flattery, and made him stop.

"Those are the experiences of the old times, now it is the world of your young people. Go, Fernando, there are still a few hours before the meeting in the 'forum', the last time, make the best of everything ...to let everyone know that the future of the Canbilt family is one who can see the whole picture."

"……yes!"

Fernando happily left the main house, but Roberts didn't care about his leaving back at all. Instead, he lowered his head and his face became gloomy a little bit.

He picked up an old-fashioned laptop and looked at the faxed report on it—it was an analysis of public opinion across the United States. The data in it was much more than what Fernando had just provided, and it was far more optimistic than what he knew. , is more beautiful, and more in line with the expectations of the Canbilt family, but Robles didn't mention it at all just now.

...Because he knows that the content of this report is not only known to him, but the ruler of the United States, the aloof Navalli, probably knows it too, and he knows much more about the data in it than he does .

But... why didn't he respond?

Do you not care? Or is it unnecessary?

That Lord Navalli, what kind of calculations are circling in his mind?

Roberts didn't know it, so his mood was always in an increasingly empty abyss.

Perhaps for someone like Fernando who grew up in the new century, the almost overwhelming power of language and media will make him mistakenly think that public opinion is the center of the world, but instead it is the controller like Roberts who has been at the top for decades Only then did I realize that no matter how loud the microphone is, once it leaves the naval gun, it will have no power.

The more we weave public opinion, the more we can understand its fragility and vulnerability.

This world, in the final analysis, is still the world of the powerful.

Sitting in the empty hall, Roberts waved his hand lightly, causing all the guards and servants hidden in the hall to retreat, leaving him alone.

Then, staring at his own personal terminal, he said sincerely to the "portable general AI" belonging to "standard citizen" Roberts Canbilt:

"Hello, please help me contact the ruler of 'New America', Mr. Navalli Evans."

There is no response from the "portable general AI", only silence.

as I thought.

"I am not talking to Mr. Navalli as an equal, I just want to beg Mr. Navalli to give me a chance to be sincere."

There was still only silence.

"I sincerely hope that I can become a qualified 'standard citizen' in Mr. Navalli's 'New America'. For this reason, I am willing to accept any arrangement Mr. Navalli makes for me, as long as I can get a chance to talk. "

Still no reply.

"A request...Mr. Navalli..."

Robles showed a cowardly look that he had never shown in the past few decades, and pleaded to the personal terminal in a weak gesture that any other tribe would be stunned and trembling when he saw it, but no matter how he bowed his head and begged, he expressed , but the person on the other end remained silent, like a god reclusive above the world, watching him indifferently.

a long time.

A few hours later, the setting sun shone into the room through the corridor in front of the hall, and Robles finally stopped this meaningless action.

He sat silently on the large velvet seat, staring indifferently at the setting sun that was as red as blood on the ground, putting away his frail posture, expressionless, like a dry well.

"Well, the other party does not accept surrender."

He clapped his hands lightly.

"The matter has come to this, we can only fight to the end."

...

Time passed bit by bit.

With hundreds of millions of Americans looking forward to it and billions of people in other countries around the world enjoying the show, whether everyone is willing or not, the scheduled time has finally arrived.

In the "forum", the referendum, the moment to decide the future path of "New America", has finally arrived.