Each of the surrounding skyscrapers was covered with colourful neon lights and a variety of large screen advertisements, looking extremely lively.
Chen Bin lifted his arm to look at the time.
[There were still 12 hours until the first opening of the 'Tomb of Technology' replica].
There was no time to delay, so he cast the map on the virtual panel in front of him, selected the end point to Stargate University in District 78, and walked along the map.
He walked onto a flat crawler next to the pavement, and after paying 5 federal points, the crawler took him towards his target location at a speed that was not too fast or too slow.
These flat tracks are the same kind of conveyor belts used in escalators in shopping malls, except they are laid flat on the ground, exactly like the ones that were laid on the ground in airport terminals a hundred years ago.
The conveyor belt does not move very fast, just a little faster than an ordinary person running.
The belt does not stop, it keeps moving twenty-four hours a day, and there is a fence around it, which you can open for a fixed 5 federal points to step into until you reach the fence near your target and step off the belt yourself.
But it was cheap, a means of transport that he could afford.
With the rapid development of the times.
All industries have basically become intelligent and mechanised.
After all, in the face of robots that do not know suffering, do not get sick, do not need to be paid, stick to 007 positions and have a lifetime manufacturer's warranty for one purchase, humans are really not competitive.
Almost all service industries have been replaced by artificial intelligence, except for a few industries where jobs have to be filled by humans.
This has led to a huge number of people losing their jobs and circulating at the bottom of this society beyond the neon lights.
...
"Ding!"
The fence around the tracks along a pavement opposite Stargate University in District 78 opened.
Chen Bin, wearing a slim black trench coat, black sunglasses and a vintage cotton and grey English hat on top of his head, walked out with both hands in his pockets and chewing gum carelessly.
Without pausing to stride towards the Stargate University in front of him.
His body has not been enhanced with potions, nor has he actively chosen to mutate, let alone become a cyborg, such as installing some mechanical organs to enhance his combat power.
If he wanted to make sure that his life was safe inside this new copy, and to divide the cake.
Some preparations had to be made in advance to ensure that he passed this copy.
At that moment -
A man with thieving eyes and a duck-tongue cap came up to him and furtively pulled out a slim syringe containing a purple-blue potion from his arms, after hastily flashing it in front of Chen Bin for a moment.
Lowering his voice.
"Brother, the latest mutation needle researched over at the black market has minimal side effects and a mutation success rate of sixty percent!"
"Thinking about it? It's the last one, I'm selling it to you because I see you have eyes for it."
Chen Bin casually swept his eyes at this thieving man.
He spat the gum in his mouth onto his hand and held it down on the man's duck-tongue hat, then slapped him on the head, causing the man to spin around in place several times with dazzling eyes on the spot.
"You know, the thing I hate most in my life is you treacherous merchants who sell potions to the gods!!!"
"You don't have much luck, save it."
The mutation needle with the highest success rate researched in Area 78 now was only thirty percent!
This little punk opened his mouth and asked for sixty percent, he really dared to ask for it too.
Moreover, that purple-blue potion was clearly a mutation needle with a success rate of only one percent, known as the God's Potion!
The reason why it was called the gods' potion was that people believed that only gods had the luck to survive after taking this mutation shot.
Some people also felt that it was the person who survived this mutation shot with only one percent success rate that was enough to be called a god.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is that this man took a one percent success rate potion and exaggerated it to a 60 percent success rate for sale.
This means that this man has almost no repeat customers and is also almost immune to retaliation and complaints.
This is because the person's buyers are basically dead.
...
Didn't stop too much on campus.
He went straight back to his dormitory and walked straight to his locker.
Chen Bin casually touched his hand ring on the locker, the information recognition was successful, took out a small black case from his locker, carried it in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.
Carrying the small black case in his hand, he went straight to an isolated grove on campus.
After scanning the area for a few moments, he made sure that no one was around.
With a calm expression, he opened the black case in his hand. What caught his eye was a small silver bead.
This object was left to him by his parents.
His parents were the first group of pioneers to be sent in when the Stargate appeared.
On humanitarian grounds, when the Stargate first descended, the major governments did not force civilians to enter, but sent in large numbers of condemned prisoners who were about to be executed.
His parents, unfortunately, were sentenced to death before the Stargate came into being.
Originally, death row was not among the pioneers sent to the Stargate.
But the death rate at the Stargate was so high that the first group of condemned prisoners died in almost no time at all, bringing with them hardly any valid information.
So soon, some condemned to death and life were shoved in as the second batch of Pathfinders.
...
As Chen Bin stared at this silver bead in his hand, his expression gradually drifted away, and his thoughts could not help but drift away.
He still remembered the last time he saw his parents.
The two parents were still speaking through the bullet-proof glass with happy faces and eyes full of expectation, saying that they had done well inside and that the correctional officers were very positive about them, saying that they had a chance of having their sentences reduced from death probation to life imprisonment.
If it could be reduced to life imprisonment, it would be a lot easier and there was a high probability that it could be reduced again from life to life imprisonment.
By then, there would still be a chance for the family to be reunited in their lifetime.
Yet he had barely left before his parents were forcibly sent to the Stargate as Pathfinders.
But he didn't know this at the time.
It was only three months later, one stormy night, that his father, covered in blood, rushed into the house and shoved a silver bead, stained with blood and sticky to the core, into his hand.
Then without even bothering to say a word, his father turned his head and rushed outside the house again, only so fast that he could hardly even catch it clearly with his naked eyes for a moment.
All he could remember was this.
He was rushing to the window and was just about to shout out to ask what was going on when he saw the otherwise empty street lit up with blinding lights everywhere at some point.
A cacophony of chaos rang out everywhere.
With the sound of a dense explosion, it became progressively quieter outside the house.
It didn't take long for a bunch of heavily armed soldiers to burst into his room.
Luckily, he was the first to clear the blood and traces left by his father's break-in after seeing that something might have happened to him.
It was a lucky escape.