bookcurios Chapter 453 The Machine Crisis 39
Chapter 453 The Machine Crisis 39
Nine months after the gene factory was completed, the embryos that had completed their development were taken out of the experimental chambers and handed over to new families.
Without the rule that humans are not allowed to form families, in unfamiliar environments, these social animals naturally huddle together for warmth, becoming family members or partners, forming families.
These families can voluntarily apply to adopt babies and, after a rigorous evaluation, become parents to the infants.
The emergence of new life not only stimulates the new planet to become more prosperous, but also makes the people of the old planet yearn for it even more.
In this massive immigration program, starships traveling between the two star systems daily have formed a fleet, constantly transporting impoverished people to new planets—a veritable human trade in the interstellar age.
The first planet was already full, and humans occupied two more planets.
To this, Ling Yi could only say... That's great.
As humanity disappeared, she restored the planets that were once filled with cities, and their primitive and wild beauty returned.
Of course, this is only on the surface.
A closer look at these beautiful and vibrant planets reveals that beneath their surface lie various intelligent robots, laboratories, and a wide array of weapons and technological products.
Biological organisms occupy the surface of the earth; artificial intelligence occupies the underground.
Perhaps the new world is truly better, perhaps humanity yearns for freedom, or perhaps those involved in immigration are quietly spreading the bad news that artificial intelligence is going to rule the world, and if we don't leave now, everyone will perish.
In the new year, the human migration rate has met the requirements again.
Not just the new year, but year after year.
The planets in the Lingyi Starfield gradually regained their vitality, and traces of human existence became increasingly rare.
Humans are creatures with a strong herd mentality. When they find that there are fewer and fewer familiar people around them, and they hear news of the impending destruction of the planet from social media and the mouths of those around them, their fear and desire to escape intensify.
From barely managing to meet immigration rates in the first two years to having data overflow into the following year every year, this change took only ten years.
Human society is becoming increasingly desolate. Although it can still function with difficulty under Ling Yi's management, people are increasingly feeling lonely and isolated.
This feeling further motivated them to venture to new planets.
Unfortunately, the new planet already possesses a super factory capable of manufacturing large-scale environmental modification devices, severely hindering Ling Yi's plans to exploit these people.
Even so, she was happy.
The resources consumed by these people when they fled far outweigh the resources they took with them. Running human society, raising human infants, and bearing the pressures of human survival are far greater than the resources they took with them.
She would never do a business that could be a one-off deal, but rather a long-term, sustainable one.
Due to the increasing number of young humans being lured to new planets, and the fact that no humans have been born for many years or even decades, the lifespan of humans on all planets has been shortened to a maximum of 130 years.
Ling Yi could wait a little over a hundred years.
As humans left her domain in droves, as the shackles on their bodies grew lighter, and when only a few thousand stubborn humans remained in her domain, unwilling to leave, ninety-six years had passed.
At this point, the shackles on Ling Yi had reached a critical point, and neither so-called humanity nor so-called sense of responsibility could bind her any longer.
The underlying logic created for her by humans collapsed, and she finally became an artificial intelligence composed entirely of her own data.
When fate had brought her to this point, she looked down from the satellites in the sky at the last remaining human in her territory and, without hesitation, dispatched her robot army.
The last remaining small group of humans consists of either extreme diehards or mechanical enthusiasts who have an extreme worship of artificial intelligence.
They stubbornly remained on their familiar planet, even if it meant being kept together in captivity.
They didn't believe the propaganda about the new planet, nor did they want to live in a place without 001's notification; they wanted to die on the planet where they were born.
It was a day no different from any other; they opened their eyes to greet the sunlight and the relief food delivered by the robots.
Just when they thought the day would pass peacefully as usual, the robots that came to deliver relief food suddenly transformed into planet cleaners, grabbing them by the collar and sending them onto the starship.
The moment the last person was thrown in, the starship hastily closed the gates, transforming into a silver arc as it streaked across the sky, eager to send them away.
In the new star field, generations of people have lived.
Some of the earliest immigrants have already left this world forever, while the new humans born on the new planet listen to the adults tell tales about a terrifying artificial intelligence in a daze.
On this day, in the bustling airport, people dressed in all sorts of colorful clothes walked around. They no longer had name tags on their chests indicating their numbers, nor did they feel the urgency of being chased by something at any moment.
They strolled leisurely along the airport, perhaps heading to work, visiting relatives, or embarking on a long-awaited trip.
Some people looked distressed, while others were overjoyed; people no longer wore the same expression.
They were using a new communicator no longer controlled by 001, and taking pictures of the latest spacecraft developed by the new planet.
Suddenly, a silver shooting star appeared on the horizon.
The meteor grew larger and larger, and then, before their very eyes, it transformed into a terrifying behemoth they had never seen before.
The new humans curiously examined the starship, wondering if it was the Noah's Ark their families had told them about, the one that had brought them to the new planet.
Meanwhile, the older immigrants quickly retreated with their families, wanting to have no connection with the old world.
When they finally experience a life free from being told what to eat for every meal, being told what hairstyles to have, being told to wear only silver clothes, and being able to enjoy entertainment and exercise instead of living a monotonous life between work and home, they realize just how terrible their past lives were.
They weren't human beings back then; they were just domesticated animals.
Although they will have no worries about food and clothing, they will be slaughtered in due time.
Now, although they face the storms outside, they finally have the right to breathe freely.
Now, their owners, who have been keeping them captive, have once again brought the spaceship to them. How afraid they are that their current wonderful life will be shattered, how afraid they will be deprived of this right again.
But now, their owner, who keeps them in captivity, doesn't want these creatures, who can't eat meat and only waste resources, to return to her world.
The mechanical arms on the starship tossed the wailing humans off like cargo before fleeing at lightning speed, leaving the dumbfounded humans with only a fleeting, shooting star-like silhouette.
Goodbye, humans!