Chapter 1 "Windfall" (1) York City

Author: Demon Tribulation Fire

Chapter 1 "Windfall" (1) York City

"Team leader, I... I'm really not lazy, I'm sick! I feel very uncomfortable in my stomach and dizzy.

Please, don’t deduct points from me, my family is in a very difficult situation!”

"Sorry, all the points have been deducted. Your perfect attendance bonus for this month is gone, plus a serious warning. If you accumulate three times, you will be expelled."

"Damn! I'm really sick!"

"Hmph! You always have a reason,

Roy, it is clearly printed in the employee handbook that you are only allowed to go to the toilet once per shift, and it cannot exceed 4 minutes! Let me ask you, have you signed the labor contract?"

"Ah...this...I signed it."

"That's it!

Why are you talking so much nonsense about complaining? Now, get back to your desk. If your performance today does not reach A level, I will deduct another point from you!"

"Hey, okay..."

Roy shook his hand and sighed,

Putting on a protective helmet and gloves, covering his stomach with one hand, he shuffled back to his work station, muttering:

"I'm not lying, I really feel uncomfortable."

An ordinary day at the fuel cell factory,

The production line leader, Ms. Diana, and the young operator Roy had a minor disagreement. The other workers were all busy with their work, and no one even wanted to raise their heads to take a second look.

Operator Anna turned her head slightly and looked at Roy with pity.

Why are you so concerned - because they are lovers, childhood sweethearts.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the big electric bell next to the production line rang, which made the eardrums buzz.

The workers stretched and cheered as if celebrating a festival:

"Long live! It's time to get off work!"

The No. 3 area of ​​the Spike Fuel Cell Factory is off duty, and the workers are lining up to leave the factory, dragging their tired bodies.

A complete set of procedures: undergo security inspection, clean up radioactive dust, change out of protective clothing, and put on your own clothes.

Roy and Anna held hands and walked tiredly.

When they walked out of the factory, the choking air flowed down their noses into their lungs, and the workers couldn't help but cough.

This is not surprising. There are a large number of highly polluting and high-emitting factories in the suburbs of York. The air pollution here is far more than a hundred times worse than in the urban area.

Coupled with the dangerous work they do, all workers at the Spike battery factory suffered from irreversible respiratory diseases.

What’s even more frightening is that according to statistics, the chance of lung cancer among employees in this factory is an astonishing 2.15%.

Due to the salinization of the land and the radiation dust buried deep underground,

The garden in the factory area has long been barren of flowers and plants. When workers passed by the garden, all they saw was a patch of bare yellow mud.

Due to over-exploitation of energy and wanton discharge of pollutants, the environment of the entire planet Terra has been eroded by toxic chemical pollutants, and garbage has piled up like mountains with nowhere to landfill.

The river water is mixed with toxic acidic substances, and is sticky and green, like the snot blown out by a cold patient.

Poor residents live in small, dark, overcrowded housing filled with radioactive contaminants.

Most foods are packaged products that have been recycled several times and have thousands of additives added to them. They taste good but have endless consequences.

Terra, the home planet of humanity——

This once beautiful blue planet is already in a dying state.

The people at the bottom living here all have the same dream——

make money,

migrant,

Start a new life.

Walking to the door of the factory, Roy picked up a small stone from the ground, rounded his arms, and threw it towards the bronze statue of the company's founder, Mr. Spike:

"Bang!" The stone hit the bronze statue's crotch.

"Haha! So accurate!"

Anna jumped up happily: "I wish our boss, Mr. Spike, will never have children!"

"What a vicious curse, I like it!"

Roy picked up Anna and kissed her cheek gently: "Let's go! Let's go to the bar and have a few drinks."

"Aren't you feeling sick to your stomach?"

"It's much better now."

"Forget it, save some money! You just had your performance points deducted, and the balance in our accounts combined is still more than a thousand yuan. We still have to pay for insurance, bills and rent!"

"Don't worry, honey, money is earned, not saved."

"Hey... I really can't do anything with you!" Anna couldn't win over her boyfriend, so she had to let him be happy.

The two boarded the light rail train and watched the huge outline of the Spike Battery Factory gradually fade from their sight.

The train passed through piles of stinky garbage mountains. Through the thickened windows, one could see scavengers dressed like astronauts wandering through the garbage mountains.

The river under the giant bridge was sticky, like green snot soup, so disgusting that the workers tried not to look at it in order not to spit out their dinner.

Passing through the heavily guarded military control zone and entering the urban area of ​​York City is like traveling to another world——

Neon lights and holographic advertising on commercial streets are dazzling.

Whenever passing by this place, Anna is always in a very excited mood.

She suddenly flashed a pair of big blue eyes, looking longingly at the advertisements for famous brand cosmetics and clothing.

The huge holographic projection of fashion models is taller than a skyscraper, coupled with dazzling sound and light special effects, it is simply too beautiful and tempting.

"Look! It's the latest style of mascara produced by Omiya! It has a phantom effect, it's so beautiful!"

Roy tilted his head, pretending not to hear, thinking:

(Hmph, mascara...Women, it’s really troublesome! It’s better to have a few more drinks if you have this kind of money.)

The scenery here is very good, but it is not their home after all.

House prices in the center of York City are so horribly expensive that even middle-class people like engineers working in factories cannot afford high-interest mortgages, let alone ordinary workers at the lowest level like them.

The light rail train made twists and turns, shuttling back and forth through the tunnel, and finally left the bustling and noisy city center and came to a dark steel jungle.

In official terms, this is a large-scale residential area, but in reality, it is called a slum or a rat's nest.

Each giant residential building is more than 200 stories high, and the poor are crowded like gutter rats in low-rent units.

They are quite satisfied with their situation. After all, it is much better than those homeless people sleeping in the open.

After leaving the station, Roy and Anna walked into a dirty alley. They went down a long staircase with dim street lights. After walking forward for half a minute, they could see an exquisite small neon sign in the dark night.

shine,

The neon light pattern is an image of an old soldier on crutches, with a line of small colorful words below:

"Old Cripple's Bar" is Roy's favorite.

In this cold and ruthless city, the "Old Cripple Bar" selling cheap alcoholic drinks is like an oasis in the desert, providing a rest for those poor and tired souls.
Chapter completed!