Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train Chapter 1221 - 471: Wisdomism_3

"Upon your arrival at the Redemption Center, as stipulated by our agreement, you will be granted 'Glory' level privileges within 48 hours. This status surpasses that of Type I Intelligent Humans. Not only will you be absolved from the obligation of 'Glory Suicide,' but our android team will cater to your every whim, including, but not limited to, unlimited sexual gratification, unrestricted killing, endless dining, and boundless entertainment."

"A final meal?" Lin Xian let out a chuckle. "Quite considerate of you."

After a moment's thought, a frown creased his brow. "Logically, those ordered to perform 'Glory Suicide' should comply without hesitation. Individuals like me, harboring rebellious thoughts, are anomalies. Then why establish a Redemption Center and bestow such generous benefits?"

"It is to uphold the impartial tenets of the civilized system; rebels, too, must contribute to the advancement of civilization through sacrifice. The 'Super Brain' perceives these individuals as possessing human rights but lacking faith in civilization, thus deeming them rejects and societal contaminants. Prior to their elimination, the 'Super Brain' will engage you in a discursive reflection on the systemic issues inherent in intelligentism. These 'imperfections' are critically important for our 'progress.'"

Lin Xian suddenly grasped the implication. Good heavens, self-reflection to such an extent, it's utterly flawless. The goal is to eliminate those unwilling to contribute to civilization, to understand their reasons for refusal, to identify remaining flaws in the social structure, and to uncover any lingering cognitive biases in the world.

This is terrifyingly thorough and chillingly absolute.

It aims to eradicate all dissenting thoughts, not merely through execution, but by fundamentally purging them from existence, much like antivirus software clearing viruses while applying patches to maintain the system's absolute stability.

When this system operates, every principle is infallible.

Lin Xian shuddered, a dawning realization forming in his mind, yet remaining just beyond his grasp. Across from him, Ai Li tilted her head, her gaze on him tinged with an unreadable expression on her beautiful face.

Several hours later, the transport ship halted outside an immense, hemispherical structure, reminiscent of some celestial palace. Escorted by two drones, Lin Xian stepped towards the vast, obsidian staircase. Glancing back, he saw Ai Li standing by the transport ship, watching his departure.

Lin Xian remained silent, commencing his ascent one step at a time. Looking down, he noticed that with each step he took, a line of text materialized.

For instance, on the very step he occupied, words glowed, declaring, 'Without the state, there is no order.'

Thomas Hobbes questioned in 'Leviathan,' 'Why do humans need a state?'

Lin Xian's brow furrowed in contemplation, and he suddenly gazed up at the colossal hemispherical palace, a profound understanding dawning upon him.

His thoughts and concerns had been observed!

Thus, he proceeded to the next step, which centered on his views regarding the Thucydides Trap.

Lin Xian now understood; this was precisely what Ai Li had mentioned earlier – the 'Super Brain' was probing his thoughts to gather his perspectives on these critical issues.

Feeling a sense of suffocation, Lin Xian simply closed his eyes and quickened his pace towards the entrance. To his surprise, there was no one else in sight. The colossal planetary palace stood as empty as a desolate plain, a seemingly heartless mockery of Lin Xian the 'Rebel,' yet simultaneously a supreme testament to the 'Super Brain.'

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he entered the immense palace. As he ventured deeper, the interior illuminated, revealing a cluster of blue light suspended in the hall's sky, resembling a divine descent or the very manifestation of wisdom.

Just as Lin Xian believed himself to be the sole intelligent human present, the massive light cluster began to speak, its address directed not at him, but at another individual.

A human, also restrained by two drones, stood directly beneath the luminescent formation.

The person wore a velvet suit, their short hair neatly styled as if by a sea breeze, and they stood with impeccable posture.

"Individual Number 18201128, you recently posited a proletarian theory. What is the definitive standard for classifying the 'Equality Class' as a pseudotopia?"

Proletarian theory?!

Lin Xian's gaze intensified, focusing intently on the silhouette. Within his subconscious, a faint memory stirred, as if glimpsed in some ancient historical text.

"We categorize humans into Type I, II, and III based on 'intellectual contribution,' stratified according to pre-determined physiological and genetic endowments. How does this fundamentally differ from capitalism's division of classes based on ownership of the means of production?""However, you've substituted capital with computational power output, thereby establishing a more accurate and inescapable 'digital caste system!' Your Type III humans, those requiring 'life support' – who might have been laborers or ordinary folks in previous eras – are merely 'digital paupers' in your system. They are reliant on computational power for sustenance, stripped of the right to realize personal value or contribute to community building through diverse forms of labor, encompassing but not limited to physical, emotional, mutual aid, and creative endeavors. The genuine eradication of class arises from the universal social ownership of the means of production, eliminating any privileges based on birth, assets, or genetic predispositions, where everyone collectively owns and produces, adhering to the principle of 'from each according to their ability, to each according to their need.' This constitutes the fundamental revolution in human relations, not your gene-determined reproduction!" "Furthermore, you assert the elimination of conflict, war, and evil? Preposterous! You reduce humans to mere computational power batteries, denying them any autonomy over their destiny, production materials, and societal structures. Conflicts don't disappear; instead, they are suppressed to the individual and collective subconscious through your pervasive surveillance, thought transparency, and the mandatory 'Glory Suicide!' Observe this forced population purge plan – when confronting resource crises, your 'optimal solution' involves 90% of humanity abandoning life, rather than mobilizing the unified strength of society to surmount these challenges!"