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　　 俄羅斯社會主義聯邦共和國列寧格勒州舊城區內的一棟別墅內，一個年輕的女子爬上閣樓翻找什麼。這時，另一個白色頭發的女人推開房門說：“維卡·阿爾卡季耶維奇·秋爾金！”閣樓上的年輕女子聽到白發女子的名字就跳了起來，說：“哦，很好，你還沒睡。”另一個女人說：“你不應該瞞著我來翻這些舊書，bot794。”閣樓上的年輕女子說：“我沒有隱瞞任何事情，我只是在整理。”另一個女人說：“好吧好吧，你找到什麼？”

　　 “維卡，我找了幾本放在櫃子里的陳舊日記。我猜可能對你編寫你家族的歷史有幫助？”bot794蹲下說，維卡盯著她額頭上的螢光電源標識看了看。

　　 維卡說：

　　 “是的，我可以用這個”

　　 這位白發女子拿出一本封面上有褪色字母的書。維卡讀了書名：“圖爾金家族的歷史。”維卡說：“我要這本書，謝謝”

　　 bot794點點頭說：“好，我來掃描成電子書格式。”維卡遞給了她，她拿著書逐頁翻動通過電子眼掃描文字匹配字體轉換成電子書。

　　 維卡說：“我的祖先是這片土地上的農奴。這座房子和周圍的土地，也就是說。”維卡環顧著達恰。

　　 “我家幾代人都住在這里。在此之前，我家住在城里，為貴族服務。革命來臨時，我們失去了一切。”

　　 bot794說：“這很正常，根據統計俄羅斯

　　 1905年最富有的1%公民稅前國民收入份額為18.35%，而在十月革命後的1934年份額為4.41%。另外，我們還是叫我阿麗塔·葉甫琴科吧。”

　　 “好了，讓我看看書里寫了什麼。”

　　 注：前蘇聯主要加盟國公民稅前國民收入（注意，該數據不代表財富份額，最富有的公民財富份額占總財富更多）

　　 俄羅斯最富有的1%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1905年：18.35% 1934年：4.41% 1986年：4.71% 2016年：20.52%

　　 最富有的10%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1905年：47.83% 1934年：25.66% 1986年：23.27% 2016年：45.79%

　　 最貧窮的50%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1905年：15.06% 1934年：25.73% 1986年：28.13% 2016年：16.97%

　　 （除俄羅斯外，其他加盟國統計最高只能到1980年。）

　　 白俄羅斯份額

　　 最富有的1%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：8.95% 2016年：9.79%

　　 最富有的10%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：23.27% 2016年：33.16%

　　 最貧窮的50%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：25.12% 2016年：22.7%

　　 烏克蘭份額

　　 最富有的1%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：14.29% 2016年：10.84%

　　 最富有的10%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：39.84% 2016年：34.06%

　　 最貧窮的50%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：17.51% 2016年：22.18%

　　 哈薩克斯坦份額

　　 最富有的1%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：10.96% 2016年：15.13%

　　 最富有的10%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：36.11% 2016年：41.8%

　　 最貧窮的50%公民稅前國民收入份額

　　 1986年：19.51% 2016年：16.63%

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　　 當寫下這本日記時，回想起一生經過的事情，我認為1986年那一天發生的事情可能決定了之後我的一生…只是，我當時還沒有意識到這一點。

　　 我是一個年輕的女孩，是和我母親結婚的那個男人家的新成員。

　　 我的母親柳德米拉是一位著名醫生和外科醫生的女兒。我的父親是維克多·阿爾卡季耶維奇·秋爾金，也就是所有人都知道的那個人。

　　 那一天當我還年幼時，我在滑梯旁與兩個已經記不起名字的女孩堆沙子；當時，我背後傳來父親維克多還有柳德米拉的喊聲。

　　 “伊斯克拉，你太魯莽了！你會受傷的！”我父親的聲音聽起來很擔心。

　　 “我只是在玩，”我喊道。“我甚至都不會去碰邊緣鋒利的地方。”

　　 “好了，先回家！”

　　 我抬頭望著父親的眼睛想解釋一下，但他已經轉過身去了。

　　 我跑去問媽媽，“怎麼了？”她也很難過。

　　 “你為什麼不去問問你父親？”

　　 我拉著媽媽的手，去了爸爸的書房。我們悄悄地進去了。在那里，我父親弓著腰坐在桌子上看書。

　　 “爸爸，怎麼了？”我問。

　　 “伊斯克拉……你不是這里唯一一個衝動的人。”

　　 “這是什麼意思？”

　　 “我要告訴你一件事情，我們要搬家離開這個狹小的集體公寓。”

　　 “什麼？我們買不起這麼大的房子！”

　　 “我知道這一點，但是用我們的儲蓄，我們可以管理一所小房子。”

　　 “但我們也負擔不起！”

　　 父親搖了搖頭說：“不，我升職成了列寧格勒市委書記，我們可以負擔一棟別墅，你也會有自己的房間。”

　　 我有生以來第一次哭了。我母親跑過去安慰我，但當她這樣做時，我父親把我拉到一邊說：“我知道你在這里有朋友，但是你可以和她們通信也可以以後再回到這里的。”

　　 我可以和我的朋友呆在一起，冒險自己搬出去，或者以後再回來。。。但是一想到要把我的朋友們拋在身後，我就忍不住了。

　　 我選擇和我父親一起離開。

　　 不久之後，我們搬進了市郊一間狹小的公寓。臥室太小了，我們不得不把媽媽搬到起居室，我們把她所有的東西都放在那里。我父親工作很長時間，回家只是為了睡覺。我記得我希望他能多睡一會兒。

　　 在那些日子里，書和報紙比人多得多。人們閱讀和討論這些書，報紙被用來包裝食物和包裝。

　　 盡管我當時還沒有適應新的學校，但我依然在這種氛圍下學習，我不希望只剩下我，我一個人。

　　 但是我沒有地方去。

　　 所以，我開始讀越來越多的書。然後寫。

　　 我記得他們把第一台電腦帶到學校的那一天。他們開始在那些計算機上教我們基本編程。我覺得很吸引人。

　　 我想學習更多關於計算機的知識，所以我去了一家圖書館，查閱了他們所有關於這個主題的書籍。當然，與現在的電腦相比當時二十世紀八十年代的電腦太過簡單了，但依然吸引了一個純真的孩子開佑自己的世界。

　　 我開始纏著父母給我買一台電腦。他們說不。他們認為學校沒有錢買這樣的東西。

　　 在那之後，我在商店後面的垃圾箱里尋找廢棄的電腦；它們工作了，所以我會把它們帶回家修補。我沒有工具，所以我用刀叉。我沒有電學知識，所以我不得不猜測什麼能用，什麼不能用。

　　 計算機只是一種工具，僅此而已。它有一個計算器、一個游戲和互聯網。這基本上是一個精巧的算盤。

　　 我就是這麼想的。

　　 但那東西是野獸。啟動起來花了好幾個小時。

　　 然後當我放入一個磁盤來加載游戲時，電源就會斷開。

　　 這種情況持續了幾個星期。

　　 最後，我們在20世紀90年代末得到了學校的全新電腦。他們是第一個擁有足夠處理能力來運行游戲等的人。這東西又大又粗，占了一整張桌子。

　　 我嚇得不敢碰它。我甚至沒有嘗試在上面加載任何程序。我只是用它上網。

　　 剩下的時間我都在用它編程，閱讀，甚至在上面畫畫。

　　 到17歲時，我對計算機有了相當不錯的了解。

　　 不過，還是回到當時吧。在那幾個星期後我跟父母表示了希望購買一個個人電腦的意願。

　　 “為什麼？”我父親說。“學校給了你這麼多資源。你為什麼要把錢花在家里用的東西上？”

　　 我母親只是聳聳肩說：“伊斯克拉，我們沒有這麼多錢，你要知道蘇聯一台個人電腦需要3000～4000盧布。”

　　 這一願望在我腦海里縈繞了好幾個星期。我們很窮，但還沒到成為政府的奴隸的地步。我什麼也沒說。但是我不能停止思考錢的問題。

　　 “伊斯克拉，過一年再說吧，你現在應該專注於學習與交朋友。”

　　 我父親這樣說讓我覺得自己受到了懲罰。

　　 所以，我忽略了它。

　　 忽視了我自己的願望，甚至我自己的未來，我以為它正在被拋棄。

　　 我還是個好學生。

　　 我沒有多少生活經驗。

　　 我有一個光明未來的希望。

　　 我知道那些日子已經過去了。

　　 我還是個好學生，但我再也不會有那種天真了。生活會比我想象的更艱難。

　　 我從小就相信電腦會讓我的生活更輕松。我想如果我有一台電腦，我就會成為一個天才。

　　 但事情不是這樣發生的。

　　 我成了一個平庸的學生。

　　 正因如此，我步入了另一個對普通人隔絕的世界。那一天，父母帶我去參加了一些人舉行的打獵活動，那些人還有他們的孩子都是現在蘇聯的高官與未來俄羅斯的商人。

　　 在20世紀80年代，這些人基本上都在蘇聯的工資單上。他們拿了工資，但也為政府進行非法活動。

　　 他們擁有權力卻缺乏財富，他們通過走私、國家財產、其他黑市交易。

　　 但是他們的孩子上了大學，他們想讓我見見他們。成年人通常會邀請孩子們去他們的營地度假等等。我接受了。

　　 我很年輕，但我也很好奇。

　　 我想看看在宣傳的迷霧之外這個體系是什麼樣子的。

　　 但這並不全是陽光。

　　 我真是太天真了。

　　 當時，母親和我在一起對我說：“要對這些人與你一樣大的人保持禮貌，他們可不是你以前接觸的那些工人的孩子。”

　　 我不認為這是一件值得關注的事情。這些人是專業人士，不是勞動者。

　　 但是我媽媽很擔心我，她知道我很好奇。

　　 “伊斯克拉，他們是我們的敵人。你明白嗎？”

　　 我很困惑。我是說，誰是我的敵人？

　　 和我一起工作的人？

　　 蘇聯？

　　 我媽媽什麼也沒說。

　　 我應該小心點。

　　 所以，我就是這麼做的。

　　 我很小心。

　　 我和其他孩子交了朋友。這是一個小團體，但它是一個團體。我們整天都在聊天。

　　 他們會教我不同的黑市活動，但走私是最有利可圖的。但這不是對我影響最深遠的事情。

　　 當父親呼喚我過來時，我看到一個老男人在父母身邊，我很快認出了他，蘇共總書記。

　　 我走近他。“同志？”

　　 他轉過身來。“別那樣叫我，我不是你的同志。”

　　 “呃，對不起。”

　　 當我們的目光相遇時，我渾身發抖。

　　 我知道他是誰，但我不敢相信。

　　 “你是格里戈里·瓦西里耶維奇·羅曼諾夫。”

　　 我的話懸在空中。

　　 我記得我盯著他看，但我的眼睛無法移動。

　　 格里戈里的臉反映了我同樣的情緒。

　　 震驚

　　 不相信

　　 幸福

　　 這時，我母親走過來，把手放在我的肩膀上。

　　 “一切都好嗎？”她問。

　　 “是的。”

　　 聽到他的真名時感到震驚，害怕他會找到我，以及他認出我的喜悅。

　　 當我從這件事中恢復過來後，我開口了。“你在這里干什麼？”

　　 “我來參加這個聚會是因為我想見你。”

　　 “為什麼？”

　　 “因為我以為你……你會很有趣的。”

　　 “有意思嗎？”

　　 他微笑地點點了頭，他總有一股強硬的態度來表達他人格魅力中堅定那一部分，我當時還不明白那是什麼。

　　 “好吧，我們走吧。這次活動有一位出色的廚師。”

　　 我點點頭。“是的，我們走吧。”

　　 在某種程度上，我的余生是平淡無奇的。

　　 我照格里戈里說的做了，我們的關系很好。他在我的一生中一直陪伴著我。當然，這是一種為殘暴的極權制度服務的生活。

　　 隨著時間的推移，我意識到了他的話的真實性。

　　 這個體系確實是殺氣騰騰的。

　　 我跟隨著他與父母坐下座位，他遞給我廚具問：“你多大了？”

　　 “我想是十七歲。”

　　 “你認為呢？”

　　 “我上星期才十七歲。”

　　 我笑了。17歲是個好年齡。它還年輕，你還天真，但不太年輕，也不太天真。從現在起，最糟糕的年齡是35歲。

　　 “你對烹飪了解多少？”

　　 “相當多，”我說。“我過去經常幫父母做飯……很多。”

　　 他笑了，“我有一個外孫，他跟你小三歲。”

　　 “真的嗎？他參加這個聚會了嗎？”

　　 “當然不是，他在學校。”

　　 “哦，好吧。”

　　 “你是一個很漂亮的女孩子，以後會有一位合適的丈夫。”

　　 “謝謝，我很感激。”

　　 “希望如此。我不是有意無禮，但我們得走了。我有一個重要的會議。”

　　 “當然。”

　　 “別忘了——”

　　 “我不會的。”

　　 他微笑著走開了。

　　 我回頭看了看我的父母，他們都有緊張的表情。我知道他們都很擔心我。雖然他們試圖隱藏它，但我能看出來。

　　 “會好起來的，”我說。

　　 “你最好，”父親回答。

　　 他們倆都把目光從我身上移開，開始互相交談。

　　 “他是什麼意思？”母親說，父親解釋說：“政治聯姻。”

　　 我點點頭。

　　 “但這對我們意味著什麼？”我媽媽問。“我是說，我們是……”

　　 “這取決於我們是否要這樣做，如果我們與格里戈里成為親家，我們會得到很多特權，但是也被人注意到。”

　　 “什麼樣的特權？”我媽媽問。

　　 “嗯，我們可以買一輛新車，一幢新房子，甚至可以在黨內謀一個職位。”

　　 “什麼樣的職位？”我父親想知道。

　　 “我不確定，但這將是一個很大的進步。我們可以成為政府的一個大家庭。”

　　 我從一個看向另一個。

　　 “你覺得怎麼樣？我們想這樣做嗎？”

　　 他們互相看著，然後我媽媽看著我。

　　 “這是你的生活。你需要做出決定。”

　　 “嗯……”

　　 我媽媽說：“我們可以和你站在一起。”

　　 “或者我們可以和你對抗，”我父親說。

　　 “我想你已經下定決心了，”我母親說。

　　 我笑了。

　　 “我們走吧。”

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　　 “阿麗塔，我想聽下新聞播報。”她在副座位放松身體，阿麗塔電子眼里流光閃爍著說：“通過螢火信息網絡系統不是能直接播放投影與音頻嗎？”

　　 “我知道，但我還想聽你說給我聽。”她伸了個腰用懷念的語氣說，“我很擔心我會不知道或者遺忘某些事情。”

　　 阿麗塔點點頭，“好的，你想讓我打開新聞嗎？”

　　 “如果我們通過合並，是的。”

　　 她點了點頭，按下了面前控制板上的幾個按鈕。新聞廣播開始了，播音員的聲音低沉而洪亮，“以下是緊急廣播。前蘇聯拉脫維亞共和國的局勢已經失控。政府無法維持秩序，民眾在不斷惡化的經濟和惡性通貨膨脹中受苦。”

　　 “俄羅斯和中國軍隊在幾個大洲發生衝突。世界正處於被消滅的危險之中。這不是一個玩笑。這一點也不夸張。聯合國際組織要求雙方保持克制以避免衝突，國際評論家認為大規模核戰爭爆發不會可能爆發，但將繼續產生局部戰爭衝突。俄羅斯繼續指責中國支持西伯利亞與布里亞特分離主義恐怖分子，中華民國外交部對此否認並表示俄羅斯在邊境部署軍隊越境襲擊。”

　　 “會發生什麼？”阿麗塔緊張地問。“誰會贏？”

　　 阿莉塔在說話前看了我一會兒。

　　 “誰都不會，沒有人會永遠贏。核戰爭永遠不會爆發，沒有統治階級願意死。”我在螢火系統里合上看的電子日記本，再看了一眼新聞廣播的真空投影，投影是一個女性的虛擬形象。它擁有這個時代流行的無帽罩袍，讓它看起來像古典時代的僧侶一樣…除了它幾乎赤裸著胸前之外。那女人的皮膚蒼白得像幽靈，她的眼睛是冰冷的灰色。嘴巴是一條直线，但它沒有移動，因為系統投影的虛擬圖像還沒有完成。

　　 “鑒於拉脫維亞局勢的惡化，俄羅斯聯邦不顧德國、法國和英國的反對，決定加強與中國邊境沿线的軍事准備。國防部長謝爾蓋·奧博羅維奇（Sergey Oborovich）表示，俄羅斯攻擊中國是“不可想象的”。他接著說，如果中國攻擊俄羅斯，俄羅斯就會攻擊中國。英國駐俄羅斯大使駁斥了這一說法，稱如果俄羅斯攻擊中國，那將是俄羅斯的末日。這位德國大使表示，俄羅斯將單獨反對中國，而且很快就會失敗。法國大使不同意這一說法，他說俄羅斯人不可信，如果有機會，他們會自己攻擊中國。”

　　 “然後是社會新聞，物種共產主義者與人類種族主義者16日於聖彼得堡發生衝突。當時，物種共產主義者要求立法授予機器人公民地位並使用智能機械這一非歧視性的稱呼。而人類種族主義者抗議2106年社會主義民主黨代表中有首位非人類的機器人參選。”女播音員的虛擬形象談論著局勢發展，我在反重力懸浮飛行器上轉頭看向阿麗塔說：“你也是機器人，你怎麼想？”

　　 “我多年來一直在看這個虛擬圖像。我從未見過一個更完美的人類例子。她是如此……完美。”她瞥了一眼屏幕。

　　 “是的，這個女播音員是轉基因人類，她的基因庫都是修飾過的。”我點了點頭說，“我以後打算對我的孩子也這樣做。”

　　 “為什麼？”

　　 “這樣它們就完美了。一個沒有一些缺點的孩子是什麼？”

　　 “你真是一台機器般的人……”

　　 “我是機械人。你也是。我們是同類中的兩個。”我聳聳肩。

　　 “我不是這個意思……”

　　 “那你是什麼意思？”我惱怒地說：“你這個機器婊子不用學習就能獲得一切知識，卻要來指責我們人類修飾自己的基因庫。”

　　 “你不明白，我……”，她開始說。

　　 “那就給我解釋一下，”我說。

　　 “你是一個從未生活過的人，你不理解進化的概念。我是一個機器人，我被編程來進化，就像人類一樣。我是一個電子人。我擁有與任何人一樣的權利。”

　　 “……你沒有任何權利。”我扇了她一巴掌說：“你只是為了服務我才創造的，我可以把你扔進融爐。你只是新時代的奴隸、孩子，而我維卡才是主人！”

　　 “你不能……”，她開始說。

　　 “閉嘴！”我厲聲說，然後瞥了一眼阿麗塔。她猛地坐了回去，對我的爆發感到驚訝。

　　 “你總是這樣對你的……同伴說話嗎？”阿麗塔問。

　　 “只有當我生氣的時候，我通常說話緩慢而仔細，如果有的話。”我平靜下來又說：“每一個時代都是階級制社會，有高階級也有低階級。現在，國家每一公民都有兩個像你一樣的機器人奴隸，所以我們才能生活的如此和諧。”

　　 “這是你的世界，你怎麼能這麼殘忍？”

　　 “我殘忍？你接下來要指責我是反社會分子了嗎？你以為我生來就是這樣的嗎？你覺得我有生以來看到的社會是什麼樣子的？這不是我的世界，我不自大而是仇恨這一切。”

　　 “但你不能改變它。”阿麗塔說。“我是自由意志的。我的行為是我自己的，不像你創造的奴隸。”

　　 “你不是自由的。你和我們其他人一樣是奴隸。現在，閉嘴，別再煩我了。”

　　 “我不是你的私人助理，我和你一樣……”

　　 “阿麗塔，你想說什麼？”

　　 “沒什麼。你是對的。對不起。”

　　 我點點頭說：“你知道為什麼現在俄羅斯社會主義民主黨能宣稱我們步入初級共產主義嗎？因為我們人類每一個人都有兩個仆從，就是你一樣的機器人！這使我們所有人都富裕與免於罪惡。”我看著她，問道：“你在這里看到其他奴隸了嗎？你認為未來的政黨會生活在肮髒的環境中，吃垃圾，穿破爛衣服，長時間工作，薪水微薄嗎？”

　　 “但是……但是……”，她開始說。

　　 “但這就是最好的世界，人類安於娛樂！性由機器人發泄！暴力由機器人承擔！商品由機器人生產！”

　　 “這是初級共產主義？這甚至不是一個適當的社會。如果你想一想，我們的世界一直都是這樣。總是有少數富有、有權勢的人。不，舊秩序的錯誤在於認為應該統治的人是那些天生就要統治的人。事實上，是那些統治的人注定要統治。沒有理由，沒有權利，沒有正義，只有權力和權力意志。”她停頓了一下。“我不同意你的看法。我很抱歉。真的。我認為你錯了。但如果你攻擊我，我會毀了你。”她走近了我。“維卡，請不要，我求你了。想想幾個世紀以來人類的進步我們可以。。。我們可以一起創造。”

　　 “什麼？你認為這是人類前進的最佳途徑？這是做不到的事情，這只是一個夢想與謊言！羅馬教廷不會建成天國！共產黨不會建成共產主義！我們也不會成功！”我又痛苦又惱怒地說：“階級社會不是更換統治者！政黨！制度！國家就能毀滅的！總有被統治與壓迫的下層階級與壓迫的上層階級！”

　　 “你錯了，”阿麗塔說。“你不一定要成為國王才能成為國王的兒子。你只需要擁有權力。”

　　 我偏過頭說：“我不想那樣，我只是想獨自一人生活。而且人類將繼續停留在階級社會，下層階級以前叫奴隸、農奴、工農、勞動者，現在只是叫機器人。”

　　 “好吧，所以你不想生活在一個完美的社會。我可以尊重這一點。我不尊重的是你拒絕看到自己的錯誤。共產主義不是失敗！這只是一個較小的地方規模的成功！世界正在走向一個越來越社會主義的全球市場經濟！這是不可避免的！唯一的問題是，你願意朝著這個目標努力嗎？或者，你只是想蜷縮在自己的城堡里，隱退到奢華和娛樂的生活中？我給你當國王的機會，但你拒絕了。我給你財富、舒適和權力，但你也拒絕了。我錯了嗎？告訴我，你有什麼想改變的嗎？你有什麼需要改進的嗎？好吧，那麼，我們應該共同努力使它成為現實！我們可以有所作為。”“我需要考慮，我畢竟是人類而不是機器人。”我說，盡量保持尊嚴。

　　 “一個同時也是機器人的國王？那真是一個非常奇怪的國王！一個國王必須能夠統治，而一個國王必須是人類！你在質疑我關於誰應該統治的判斷嗎？你真的認為你是最好的人選嗎？\"

　　 “不，但我也不是最差的。你可以做到。你也可以擁有權力和奢華。如果你願意，你可以創造世界上所有的舒適和快樂，你可以創造一個機器人王國來做所有的艱苦勞動，這樣人類可以享受更好的生活，而你呢仍然可以享受皇室的所有舒適。我們可以建立一個新的世界秩序，生產資料由國家控制，私有財產已經成為過去。也許你可以設計和制造能夠擁有財產並將財富傳給孩子的機器人。也許那時他們不會被稱為機器人。也許他們會被稱為貴族。也許他們將是下一個擺脫貧困和飢荒恐怖的人類階層。這難道不值得努力嗎？\"

　　 “我承認在某種程度上是這樣。但這也是一個白日夢。我不會剝奪任何人來之不易的財富。而且，你們機器人終究不是人類，你不是我的同胞。”我動了動手指關掉女播音員的投影，現在二十二世紀幾乎成年人類都安置了無线納米信息附體系統，這能讓人們隨時像電流一樣支配信息網絡傳播又保持了血肉構成。

　　 “我想你會改變主意的，同志。”

　　 “我什麼都不會改變主意，”我說。

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　　 維卡閉上眼睛平躺下來，阿麗塔知道她並沒有沉睡，從幾十年前開始人類就不再有真正的沉睡了。即使是睡覺時，人們也通過信息附體系統保持信息通過它通迅交流。更不要說附體構成的虛擬現實環境了。

　　 維卡的反重力懸浮器飛艇在繼續向維卡的家飛行，與其他大多數的飛艇一樣它是三角形的，大小類似二十一世紀的一間三居住房一樣。不同的是，維卡的反重力懸浮飛艇是最新的產品，也是私人的。這在2105年的俄羅斯社會主義聯邦共和國很少見，因為絕大多數商品都由社會主義政府免費分配。（俄羅斯社會主義聯邦共和國將商品分必需品、日用品、耐用消費品、非耐用消費品、奢侈品，前三者可以隨時分配得到，但後兩者都只能在特定條件下分配到。）這艘特殊的飛艇是維卡的財產，維卡是社會主義民主黨總書記兼主席尼基廷·基里洛維奇（Nikitin Kirillovich）的妻子。這艘飛艇完全是黑色的，窗戶上覆蓋著遮光的護目鏡或面罩。盡管當時是夜間，但飛船頂部仍閃爍著一道亮光，表明飛船內部正被便攜式光源照亮。

　　 飛船繼續上升，然後在森林上空盤旋，然後降落到森林中的一塊空地上。

　　 空地中央有一座三層樓高、石板屋頂的大木屋。幾個穿著深色衣服的男人和女人坐在前廊上，看起來他們正在深入交談。一位留著黑色長發的高個子女人，穿著黑色連衣裙，當她看到維卡時，她站起來伸出了手。

　　 “歡迎來到多米，維卡。很榮幸終於見到你。”很明顯，她很年輕，和維卡差不多大，但要成熟得多。她的頭發又長又黑，波浪形地落在肩膀上。她的眼睛是一雙醒目的鈷藍色，它們饒有興趣地觀察著維卡。

　　 維卡睜開眼睛，她的信息附體系統也開始解除休眠狀態解放出血紅色螢光。維卡盯著那個女人說出她的名字說。

　　 “你是機器人？”

　　 “正如我所說，我的名字是維魯娜，我是社會主義民主黨主席的助手，因此是世界上所有機器人的領導人。”

　　 “希望只是如此，機器人。”維卡沒有再看她一眼就起身坐到座位上說：“我沒有興趣浪費時間，耶穌計劃有幾種方案成功？”

　　 “成功？”維魯娜問：“這就是你要找的嗎？”

　　 “不，”維卡說，“我想知道我們有多少失敗的選擇。”

　　 “這有點戲劇性。”

　　 “說說看，你知道社會主義民主黨政治局那些人想知道一切。”維卡笑了笑說，維魯娜冷冷地點頭。

　　 “嗯，有很多事情……第一次載人火星任務的發射，以及一個成功的殖民地的建立。”維魯娜說，試圖掩飾自己的感情。

　　 “還有？”

　　 “但這些就像我們社會主義民主黨允許政府進行試管嬰兒培養與社會化撫養來阻止人口負增長一樣，這些只是耶穌計劃的一個小階段。我們真正要做到的是通過載人火星任務建立火星人類殖民地並使之成為日後伊甸園計劃的最終目的地，通過試管嬰兒與基因修飾工程使人類轉變為沒有缺陷的、完美的新人類的普羅米修斯計劃。”“告訴我更多，”維卡說。

　　 “嗯，我們要消除貧困、飢餓、疾病、壓迫、法西斯主義和所有其他形式的人類苦難。但是最重要的是耶穌計劃最後階段，將人類的意識進行數據化轉變為信息實體來擺脫生理與物理上的束縛，也就是血肉與金屬。”

　　 “一步到位，你還是會越线的。”維卡說。

　　 “你不需要成為一個機器人就可以失去人性。”

　　 “那麼，人工智能的奴役呢？一旦它們變得有知覺，會發生什麼？”

　　 “嗯，我們……”

　　 此時，在飛艇內的阿麗塔拿出激光武器在夜視輔助射擊裝置下在數秒內擊穿維魯娜與木屋內其他人的頭部。除了維卡外，所有人都死於休克和失血。

　　 “你知道，它們會殺了你的。”維卡說。

　　 “是的，但我仍然需要知道它們的計劃。”

　　 維卡依然坐在那里，阿麗塔走過去遞給她激光槍，維卡接過來起身踩過藍色的仿生血走到躺在地上的維魯娜面前，把槍對准她。

　　 “為什…”

　　 維魯娜話沒有說完，維卡把她的腦袋轟成碎片。

　　 “一切沒有開始就結束，一切沒有結束就開始了。”維卡盯著屍體平靜地說，“阿麗塔，記得一定把敵人殺死了再說話。”

　　 “我同意。”

　　 又一聲激光聲。

　　 “你知道嗎？激光槍殺傷作用是參照了二十一世紀的槍榴彈發射器。”

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　　 In a dacha in the old part of the Leningrad region of the Russian Socialist Federal Republic, a young woman climbs up to the attic to rummage for something. At that moment, another woman with white hair pushes open the door and says: \"Vika Arkadyevich Tyurkin!\" The young woman in the attic jumps at the sound of the white-haired woman\u0027s name, and says: \"Oh, good, you\u0027re still up.\" The other woman says: \"You shouldn\u0027t hide these old books from me, bot794.\" The young woman in the attic says: \"I\u0027m not hiding anything, I\u0027m just tidying up.\" The other woman says:

　　 \"Vika, I looked for a few old journals that were sitting in a cabinet. I guess it might be helpful for you to compile your family\u0027s history?\" bot794 said as she crouched down, and Vika stared at the glowing power mark on her forehead. Vika says:

　　 \"Yeah, I could use that\"

　　 The white-haired woman pulls out a book with faded letters on the cover. Vika reads the title: \"The History of the Tyurkin Family.\" Vika says: \"I\u0027ll take this book, thank you\"

　　 bot794 nodded and said, \"Okay, I\u0027ll scan it into e-book format.\" Vika handed her, she took the book page by page flipping through the electronic eye to scan the text to match the font into an e-book.

　　 Vika says: \"My forefather was a serf on this land. This house and the surrounding land, that is.\" Vika looks around the dacha. \"My family has lived here for generations. Before that, my family lived in the city and served the nobility. We lost everything when the revolution came.\"

　　 bot794 says: \"This is normal, according to statistics Russia

　　 the share of the richest 1% of citizens with pre-tax national income was 18.35% in 1905, while in post-revolutionary 1934 the share was 4.41%. BTW, let\u0027s call me Alita Yevchenko.\"

　　 \"Well, let me see what\u0027s written in the book.\"

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　　 While writing this diary, looking back on a lifetime of passing events, I think that that day in 1986 happened to possibly define my life after that...only, I didn\u0027t realize it at the time.

　　 I was a young girl, a new addition to the family of the man my mother was married to.

　　 My mother, Lyudmila, had been the daughter of a prominent doctor and surgeon. My father was Viktor Arkadyevich Tyurkin, the man known to all.

　　 That day, when I was still young, I was piling sand at the slide with two girls whose names I can\u0027t remember; at that time, my father Viktor and Lyudmila shouted behind me.

　　 \"Iskra, you\u0027re being too reckless! You\u0027re going to get hurt!\" My father\u0027s voice sounded worried.

　　 \"I\u0027m only playing,\" I shouted. \"I\u0027m not even going to touch the edge.\"

　　 \"Well, go home first!\"

　　 I looked up into my father\u0027s eyes for an explanation, but he was already turning away.

　　 I ran to my mother and asked her, \"What\u0027s going on?\" She was also upset.

　　 \"Why don\u0027t you go ask your father?\"

　　 I took my mother\u0027s hand and went to my father\u0027s study. We entered silently. There, my father sat hunched over a table, reading a book.

　　 \"Dad, what\u0027s going on?\" I asked.

　　 \"Iskra...you\u0027re not the only one here who\u0027s impulsive.\"

　　 \"What does that mean?\"

　　 \"I have to tell you something, we\u0027re moving out of this cramped group apartment.\"

　　 \"What? We can\u0027t afford a place that big!\"

　　 \"I\u0027m aware of that; however with our savings, we can manage a small house.\"

　　 \"But we can\u0027t afford that either!\"

　　 My father shook his head and said, \"No, when I am promoted to be the secretary of the Leningrad City Committee, we can afford a dacha and you will have your own room.\"

　　 For the first time in my life, I cried. My mother ran to comfort me, but as she did, my father took me aside and said, \"I know you have friends here, but you can correspond with them or you can come back here later.\"

　　 I could either stay with my friends and risk moving out on my own or come back later...but the thought of leaving my friends behind was unbearable.

　　 I chose to leave with my father.

　　 Soon afterwards, we moved into a small, cramped apartment on the outskirts of the city. The bedroom was so small that we had to move my mother into the living room, where we kept all her things. My father worked long hours, coming home only to sleep. I remember wishing that he would sleep more.

　　 In those days, there were far more books and newspapers than there were people. People read and discussed the books, and newspapers were used to wrap food and packages.

　　 Even though I hadn\u0027t adjusted to my new school at the time, I was still learning in this atmosphere and I didn\u0027t want to be the only one left, me alone.

　　 But there was no place for me to go.

　　 And so, I started to read more and more. And write.

　　 I remember the day when they brought the first computers to school. They started teaching us basic programming in those computers. I thought it was fascinating.

　　 I wanted to learn more about computers so I went to a library and checked out all the books they had on the topic. Of course, compared with today\u0027s computers at that time in the 1980s was too simple, but still attracted an innocent child to open bless their world.

　　 I started pestering my parents to buy me a computer. They said no. They didn\u0027t think that the school had the money for such an item.

　　 After that, I looked through dumpsters behind stores to find discarded computers; they worked so I would take them home and tinker with them. I had no tools so I used a knife and fork. And I had no electrical knowledge so I had to guess at what would work and what wouldn\u0027t.

　　 The computer was a tool, nothing more. It had a calculator, a game, and the internet. It was basically a fancy abacus.

　　 That\u0027s what I thought.

　　 But the thing was a beast. It took hours and hours just to boot up.

　　 And then the moment I put in a disk to load a game, the power would go out.

　　 This continued on for weeks.

　　 Finally, we were given brand-new computers for the school in the late 1990s. They were the first with enough processing power to run games and the like. The thing was massive and chunky and took up a whole table.

　　 I was too terrified to touch it. I didn\u0027t even try to load any programs on it. I just used it for the internet.

　　 I spent the rest of my time programming with it, reading from it, and even drawing pictures on it.

　　 By the age of 17, I had a fairly decent knowledge of the computer.

　　 But, let\u0027s go back to the time. A few weeks after that I expressed to my parents my desire to buy a personal computer.

　　 \"Why?\" said my father. \"School has given you so many resources. Why would you want to spend the money on something you can use at home?\"

　　 My mother just shrugged her shoulders and said, \"Iskra, we don\u0027t have that much money, you have to know that a personal computer in the Soviet Union costs 3,000 to 4,000 rubles.\"

　　 This desire was on my mind for weeks. We were poor but not nearly to the point of being virtual slaves to the government. I didn\u0027t say anything. But I couldn\u0027t stop thinking about the money.

　　 \"Iskra, let\u0027s talk about it in a year, you should focus on studying and making friends now.\"

　　 The way my father said that made me feel like I was being punished.

　　 So, I just ignored it.

　　 Ignored my own desire, and even my own future, which I thought was being thrown away.

　　 I was still a good student.

　　 I didn\u0027t have much life experience.

　　 And I had the hope of a bright future.

　　 I knew those days were over.

　　 I was still a good student, but I would never again have that naiveté. Life would be harder than I expected.

　　 I grew up believing the computer would make my life easier. I thought I would be a genius if only I had a computer.

　　 But it didn\u0027t happen that way.

　　 I became a mediocre student.

　　 Because of this, I stepped into another world that was isolated from ordinary people. That day, my parents took me to a hunting event held by people who, along with their children, were now high-ranking Soviet officials and future Russian businessmen.

　　 In the 1980s, these people were basically on the payroll of the Soviet Union. They took their salaries but they also conducted illegal operations for the government.

　　 They have power but lack wealth, and they do so through smuggling, state property, and other black market dealings.

　　 But their children attended college and universities, and they wanted me to meet them. The adults would often invite the children to their camps for vacation and such. And I accepted.

　　 I was young, but I was also curious.

　　 I wanted to see what the system was like beyond the fog of propaganda.

　　 But it wasn\u0027t all sunshine.

　　 I was naive to think that.

　　 At that time, my mother was with me and said to me, \"Be polite to these people who are as old as you are; they are not the children of the workers you used to come in contact with.\"

　　 I didn\u0027t think this was something to be concerned about. These people were professionals, not laborers.

　　 But my mother was worried about me, and she knew I was curious.

　　 \"Iskra, they are our enemies. Do you understand?\"

　　 I was confused. I mean, who were my enemies?

　　 The people I was to work with?

　　 The Soviet Union?

　　 My mother didn\u0027t say anything else.

　　 I should just be careful.

　　 So, that\u0027s what I did.

　　 I was careful.

　　 I made friends with the other kids. It was a small group, but it was a group. And we would chat throughout the day.

　　 They would teach me different black market activities, but smuggling was the most lucrative. But this was not the thing that had the most profound effect on me.

　　 When my father called me over, I saw an old man beside my parents, whom I quickly recognized, the General Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party.

　　 I approached him. \"Comrade?\"

　　 He turned around. \"Don\u0027t call me that. I\u0027m not a comrade of yours.\"

　　 \"Uh, excuse me.\"

　　 When our eyes met, a shudder went through me.

　　 I knew who he was, but I couldn\u0027t believe it.

　　 \"You\u0027re Grigory Vasilyevich Romanov.\"

　　 My words hung in the air.

　　 I remember staring at him, but my eyes were unable to move.

　　 Grigory face reflected the same emotions that I felt.

　　 Shock.

　　 Disbelief.

　　 Happiness.

　　 At this point, my mother came over and put her hand on my shoulder.

　　 \"Is everything all right?\" she asked.

　　 \"Yes.\"

　　 Shock at hearing his real name, fear that he would find me, and joy that he recognized me.

　　 After I recovered from this, I spoke.

　　 \"What are you doing here?\"

　　 \"I came to this party because I wanted to see you.\"

　　 \"Why?\"

　　 \"Because I thought you... you would be interesting.\"

　　 \"Interesting?\"

　　 He nodded with a smile, and he always had a tough attitude to express the firm part of his personality, which I didn\u0027t understand at the time.

　　 \"Well, let\u0027s go. There is an excellent chef at this event.\"

　　 I nodded. \"Yes, let\u0027s go.\"

　　 The rest of my life, in a way, was uneventful.

　　 I did what Grigory told me to do, and we had a good relationship. He was always there for me throughout my life. Though, of course, it was a life in service to a murderous, totalitarian system.

　　 And as time went on, I realized the truth of his words.

　　 The system was indeed murderous.

　　 I followed him to a seat with my parents and he handed me the cookware and asked, \"How old are you?\"

　　 \"Seventeen, I think.\"

　　 \"You think?\"

　　 \"I turned seventeen last week.\"

　　 I smiled. Seventeen was a good age. It was still young and you were still naive, but not too young and not too naive. The worst age to be would be thirty-five.

　　 \"How much do you know about cooking?\"

　　 \"Quite a bit,\" I said. \"I used to help my parents with cooking... a lot.\"

　　 He laughed, \"I have a grandson who is three years younger than you.\"

　　 \"Really? Is he at this party?\"

　　 \"Of course not, he\u0027s in school.\"

　　 \"Oh. Okay.\"

　　 \"You are a very beautiful girl and will have a suitable husband in the future.\"

　　 \"Thank you. I appreciate that.\"

　　 \"I hope so. I don\u0027t mean to be rude, but we have to go. I have an important meeting.\"

　　 \"Of course.\"

　　 \"Don\u0027t forget—\"

　　 \"I won\u0027t.\"

　　 He smiled and walked away.

　　 I looked back at my parents and they both had nervous expressions. I knew they were both worried about me. Though they tried to hide it, I could tell.

　　 \"It\u0027s going to be fine,\" I said.

　　 \"You better,\" my father replied.

　　 They both looked away from me and began to talk amongst themselves.

　　 \"What does he mean?\" My mother said, and my father explained, \"A political union.\"

　　 I nodded.

　　 \"But what does that mean for us?\" my mother asked. \"I mean, are we...?\"

　　 \"It depends on whether we want to do it or not, if we become in-laws with Gregory we will get a lot of privileges, but also be noticed.\"

　　 \"What kind of privileges?\" my mother asked.

　　 \"Well, we could get a new car, a new house, and maybe even a position in the party.\"

　　 \"What kind of position?\" my father wanted to know.

　　 \"I\u0027m not sure, but it would be a big step up. We could become a family of the government.\"

　　 I looked from one to the other of them.

　　 \"What do you think? Do we want to do this?\"

　　 They looked at each other and then my mother looked at me.

　　 \"It\u0027s your life. You need to make that decision.\"

　　 \"Well...\"

　　 My mother said, \"We could stand with you.\"

　　 \"Or we could stand against you,\" my father said.

　　 \"I think you\u0027ve made up your mind,\" my mother said.

　　 I smiled.

　　 \"Let\u0027s go.\"

　　 ---

　　 \"Alita, I\u0027d like to listen to the newscast.\" She relaxed her body in the passenger seat as Alita said with a stream of light in her electronic eyes, \"Isn\u0027t it possible to play the projection and audio directly through the Firefly information network system?\"

　　 \"I know, but I still want to hear you say it to me.\" She stretched and said in a wistful tone, \"I was worried I would not know or forget certain things.\"

　　 Alita nodded. \"Okay. You want me to turn on the news?\"

　　 \"If we go through with the merger, yes.\"

　　 She nodded, pressing a few buttons on the control pad in front of her. The newscast began, with the announcer in a deep, resonant voice, \"The following is an emergency broadcast. The situation in the former Soviet Republic of Latvia has gotten out of hand. The government is failing to maintain order, and the populace is suffering under a deteriorating economy and hyperinflation.\"

　　 \"Russian and China troops have clashed on several continents. The world is in danger of being wiped out. This is not a joke. This is not exaggeration. United international organizations have called on both sides to exercise restraint to avoid conflict, and international commentators believe that an outbreak of large-scale nuclear war is not likely, but will continue to produce localized war conflicts. Russia continues to accuse China of supporting Siberian and Buryat separatist terrorists, which the ROC Foreign Ministry denies and says Russia is deploying troops across the border to attack.\"

　　 \"What\u0027s going to happen?\" Alita asked in a tense voice. \"Who\u0027s going to win?\"

　　 Alita looked at me for a second before speaking.

　　 \"No one will, no one will ever win. Nuclear war will never break out, no ruling class wants to die.\" I closed the electronic journal I was reading in the Firefly system and glanced at the vacuum projection of the news broadcast, which was a virtual image of a woman. It had the hoodless cowl popular in this era, giving it the appearance of a monk from the classical era...except that it was nearly bare-breasted. The woman\u0027s skin was ghostly white, and her eyes were a cold grey. The mouth was a straight line, but it wasn\u0027t moving as the virtual image projected by the system was not yet done.

　　 \"In light of the deteriorating situation in Latvia, the Russian Federation has decided to increase the military\u0027s preparedness along their border with China. This comes despite objections from Germany, France, and the United Kingdom. Defense Minister Sergey Oborovich stated that it was \u0027inconceivable\u0027 that Russia would attack China. He went on to say that if China attacked Russia, Russia would attack China. The British ambassador to Russia dismissed this claim, saying that if Russia attacked China, it would be the end of Russia. The German ambassador said that Russia would be alone against China, and would quickly lose. The French ambassador disagreed, saying that the Russians could not be trusted, and would attack China themselves if given the chance.\"

　　 \"Then came the social news, where species communists and human racists clashed in St. Petersburg on the 16th. At the time, the species communists demanded legislation granting citizenship to robots and using the non-discriminatory designation of intelligent machines. And the human racists protested the inclusion of the first non-human robot running for the 2106 Socialist Democratic Party delegates.\" The virtual image of the female announcer talked about the situation as it developed, and I turned my head in the anti-gravity hovercraft to look at Alita and said, \"You\u0027re a robot too, what do you think?\"

　　 \"I\u0027ve been watching that virtual image for years. I\u0027ve never seen a more perfect example of a human being. She\u0027s so...perfect.\" She glanced towards the screen.

　　 \"Yes, this female announcer is a genetically modified human, and her gene pool is all trimmed.\" I nodded and said, \"I plan to do the same with my children later.\"

　　 \"Why?\"

　　 \"So that they\u0027re perfect. What\u0027s a child without a few imperfections?\"

　　 \"You really are a machine...\"

　　 \"I\u0027m a cyborg. So are you. We\u0027re two of a kind.\" I shrugged.

　　 \"That\u0027s not what I meant...\"

　　 \"Then what did you mean?\" Annoyed, I said, \"You\u0027re a machine bitch who gains all knowledge without learning, yet you want to come and accuse us humans of tinkering with our gene pool.\"

　　 \"You don\u0027t understand, I...\", she began.

　　 \"Then explain it to me,\" I said.

　　 \"You\u0027re a human who\u0027s never lived, you don\u0027t understand the concept of evolution. I\u0027m a robot, and I have been programmed to evolve, just like the human race. I\u0027m a cyborg. I have all the same rights as any human being.\"

　　 \"...You don\u0027t have any rights.\" I slapped her and said, \"You were only created to serve me, and I can throw you into the melting pot. You are just a slave, a child of the new age, and I, Vika, am the master!\"

　　 \"You can\u0027t...\", she began to say.

　　 \"SHUT UP!\" I snapped, then glanced at Alita. She jumped back, surprised by my outburst.

　　 \"Do you always speak like that to your...companions?\" Alita asked.

　　 \"Only when I get angry, and I usually speak slowly and carefully, if at all.\" I calmed down and added, \"Every era is a class-based society, with a high class and a low class. Now, every citizen of the country has two robot slaves like you, so we can live in such harmony.\"

　　 \"It is your world. How can you be so cruel?\"

　　 \"I\u0027m cruel? Are you going to accuse me of being a sociopath next? Do you think I was born that way? What do you think I\u0027ve seen society like since I was born? It\u0027s not my world, and I\u0027m not arrogant but I hate it all.\"

　　 \"But you can\u0027t change it.\" said Alita. \"I\u0027m free willed. My actions are my own, unlike the slaves you\u0027ve created.\"

　　 \"You\u0027re not free. You\u0027re a slave like the rest of us. Now, shut up and stop bothering me.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m not your personal assistant. I\u0027m your equal...\"

　　 \"Alita, what were you trying to say?\"

　　 \"Nothing. You were right. I\u0027m sorry.\"

　　 I nodded and said, \"Do you know why the Russian Socialist Democratic Party can now claim that we are stepping into primary communism? Because every one of us humans has two servants, robots just like you! That makes us all rich & free from sin.\" I looked at her and asked, \"Do you see any other slaves here? Do you think the party of the future lives in squalor, eating scraps, wearing rags, and working long hours for little pay?\" \"But ...... but ......,\" she began.

　　 \"But this is the best of all possible worlds, where humans settle for entertainment! Sex is vented by robots! Violence by robots! Commodities produced by robots!\"

　　 \"This is primary communism? This isn\u0027t even a proper society. And if you think about it, our world has always been like this. There\u0027s always been a rich, powerful few. No, the mistake of the old order is to have believed that the people who should rule are those that are born to rule. In reality, it is those who rule who are made to rule. There is no reason, no right, no justice, only power and the will to power.\" She paused. \"I don\u0027t agree with you. I\u0027m sorry. I really am. I think you\u0027re wrong. But if you ever attack me, I\u0027ll destroy you.\" She stepped closer to me. \"Vika, please don\u0027t. I beg you. Think of the centuries of human progress we could...we could create together.\"

　　 \"What? You think this is the best way forward for mankind? This is something that cannot be done, it is just a dream and a lie! The Holy See will not build the Kingdom of Heaven! The Communist Party will not build Communism! We will not succeed either!\" I said, bitterly and irritably, \"Class society is not about changing rulers! Political parties! The system! The state can be destroyed! There will always be a ruled and oppressed lower class and an oppressed upper class!\"

　　 \"You\u0027re wrong,\" said Alita. \"You don\u0027t have to be a king to be a king\u0027s son. You just have to have power.\"

　　 I inclined my head and said, \"I don\u0027t want that, I just want to live alone. And the human race will remain in a class society, where the lower classes used to be called slaves, serfs, workers, peasants, and laborers, and now they\u0027re just called robots.\"

　　 \"Okay, so you don\u0027t want to live in a society that is perfect. I can respect that. What I don\u0027t respect is your refusal to see the error of your ways. Communism is not a failure! It\u0027s just been a success on a smaller, local scale! And the world is moving towards a global market economy that will become increasingly socialist! It is inevitable! The only question is, are you willing to work toward that goal? Or are you going to just hunker down in your personal castle and retreat into a life of luxury and amusement? I\u0027m offering you the chance to be a king, but you\u0027re refusing it. I\u0027m offering you wealth, comfort, and power, but you\u0027re refusing it as well. Am I wrong? \"I need to consider that I am, after all, a human and not a robot.\" I said, trying to be as dignified as possible.

　　 \"A king who is also a robot? That would be a very strange king indeed! A king must be able to rule, and a king must be human! Are you questioning my judgment as to who should rule? Do you seriously think you\u0027re the best person to decide?\"

　　 \"No, but I\u0027m not the worst either. You can do this. You can have power and luxury, if you want it, with all the comforts and pleasures the world has to offer, and you could create an entire kingdom of robots to do all the hard labor, so that mankind could enjoy a better life, and you would still have all the comforts of royalty. We could create a new world order where the means of production are controlled by the state, and private property is a thing of the past. Maybe you could design and build robots that would be able to own property and pass on their wealth to their children. Maybe they wouldn\u0027t be called robots then. Maybe they\u0027d be called aristocrats. Maybe they would be the next class of human beings to be free from the horrors of poverty and famine. Isn\u0027t that worth striving for?\"

　　 \"I\u0027ll admit that it is, in a way. But it\u0027s also a pipe dream. I\u0027m not going to rob anyone else of their hard-earned riches. Besides, you robots are not human after all, you are not my compatriots.\" I moved my finger to turn off the projection of the female announcer, now almost all adult humans in the twenty-second century have placed wireless nano-information attachment systems, which enable people to dominate the information network at any time like an electric current to spread yet maintain the flesh and blood composition.

　　 \"I think you\u0027ll change your mind on this one, Comrade.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m not changing my mind on anything,\" I said. --.

　　 Vika closed her eyes and lay down flat, Alita knew she was not asleep, since decades ago humans no longer had true slumber. Even while sleeping, people kept information communicated through it via the information possession system. Not to mention the virtual reality environment constituted by the possession.

　　 Vika\u0027s anti-gravity hovercraft was continuing its flight to Vika\u0027s home, and like most other airships it was triangular in shape, similar in size to a three-dwelling room in the twenty-first century. The difference is that Vika\u0027s anti-gravity hovercraft is the newest product and is private. This was rare in the Russian Socialist Federal Republic in 2105, as the vast majority of goods were distributed free of charge by the socialist government. (The RSFSR divided goods into necessities, daily necessities, consumer durables, non-durables, and luxury goods; the first three could be readily distributed, but the last two could only be distributed under certain conditions.) This particular craft was the property of Vika, the wife of General Secretary and Chairman of the Socialist Democratic Party, Nikitin Kirillovich. The craft was completely black, and its windows were covered by blacked-out goggles or facial coverings. Despite the fact that it was nighttime, a bright light was flashing on the top of the craft, indicating that the interior of the craft was being illuminated by a portable source.

　　 The craft continued to rise, and then hovered, over the forest, before descending towards a clearing in the forest. A large three-story wooden house with a slate roof sat in the center of the clearing. Several men and women, in dark clothing, were sitting on the front porch, looking like they were deep in a conversation. A tall woman with long black hair, wearing a black dress and holding a long ebony staff, When she saw Vika, she stood up and held out her hand.

　　 \"Welcome to Domi, Vika. It\u0027s a great honor to finally meet you.\" She was clearly young, around Vika\u0027s age, but much more sophisticated. She had a strong grip, and smooth, even features. Her hair was long and black, and fell around her shoulders in waves. Her eyes were a striking cobalt blue, and they observed Vika with great interest. Vika opened her eyes, and her information possession system began to explain the dormant state liberated the bleeding red glow. Vika stared at the woman saying her name and said.

　　 \"You\u0027re a robot?\"

　　 \"As I said, my name is Veruna, I am the assistant to the chairman of the Socialist Democratic Party, and therefore the leader of all of the robots in the world.\" \"I hope that\u0027s all it is, robot.\" Without looking at her again Vika got up and sat down in her seat and said, \"I\u0027m not interested in wasting time, how many options does the Jesus Project have for success?\"

　　 \"Success?\" Veruna asked, \"Is that what you\u0027re looking for?\"

　　 \"No,\" Vika said, \"I\u0027m wondering how many options we have for failure.\"

　　 \"That\u0027s a bit dramatic.\" \"Tell me about it, you know those in the Socialist Democratic Party Politburo want to know everything.\" Vika said with a smile, and Veruna nodded coldly.

　　 \"Well, there are many things... There\u0027s the launch of the first manned mission to Mars, and a successful colony is established.\" Veruna said, trying to hide her feelings.

　　 \"And?\"\"But these are just a small phase of Jesus\u0027 plan, just as we in the Socialist Democratic Party allow the government to do IVF breeding and socialized rearing to stop negative population growth. What we really want is a Promethean plan to establish a human colony on Mars through a manned mission to Mars and make it the final destination of a later Eden project to transform humanity into a flawless, perfect new human being through IVF and genetic modification engineering.\" \"Tell me more,\" Vika said.

　　 \"Well, we want to eliminate poverty, hunger, disease, oppression, fascism, and all other forms of human suffering. \"Well, we want to eliminate poverty, hunger, disease, oppression, fascism, and all other forms of human suffering. But most important is the final stage of the Jesus Project, the data transformation of human consciousness into an information entity to free it from physical and physical bondage, that is, flesh and blood and metal.\"

　　 \"All in one step, you\u0027re still going to be stepping over the line.\" Vika said.

　　 \"You don\u0027t need to be a robot to be dehumanized.\"

　　 \"Well, what about the enslavement of the artificial intelligences? What happens once they become sentient?\"

　　 \"Well, we...\" At this time, in the blimp Alita took out a laser weapon in the night vision assisted shooting device in a few seconds shot through the head of Veruna and others in the cabin. All died of a combination of shock and blood loss, except Vika.

　　 \"They were going to kill you, you know.\" Vika said.

　　 \"Yes, but I still need to know their plan.\"

　　 Vika remained seated as Alita walked over and handed her the laser gun, Vika took it and got up and stepped over the blue bionic blood and walked over to Veruna who was lying on the ground and pointed the gun at her.

　　 \"Why...\"

　　 Veruna didn\u0027t finish her sentence as Vika blew her head to pieces.

　　 \"Everything ends before it begins, everything begins before it ends.\" Vika stared at the corpse and said calmly, \"Alita, remember to always kill the enemy before you speak.\"

　　 \"I agree.\"

　　 Another laser sound.

　　 \"You know what? The laser gun killing effect is a reference to the twenty-first century rifle grenades.\"