——Plato mentioned the hierarchical theory of citizens in "The Ideal Country".

Citizens are divided into "governors", "samurai" and "laborers" according to their talents. They represent wisdom, courage and desire respectively.

The ruler relies on his own philosophical wisdom to rule, the warriors are responsible for defending with loyalty and courage, and the workers provide material and materials for production.

Among them, the governors are the smartest and freest, and they do not need to be bound by the law. Warriors and workers act under the restrictions of the rules, and they do not need to have luxurious private property, which is the inducement of human selfish desires.

——Like those with higher personality, second type of personality, and inferior personality.

In this way, a prosperous country can be created - a perfect, classified ideal city-state.

Su Mingan stared at the dawn in front of him.

It looked back at him calmly and explained the three-level concept of "ideal country".

"...What I said above is just the most ideal situation." Li Ming said: "However, you have also seen that this city-state is not that ideal at all.

People who take large amounts of rose blood because of fear of losing their jobs will die of their bodies due to a collapse.

Those who are excluded and inferior in marginal areas have extremely low quality of life.

Some groups are in a mess and deliberately take advantage of loopholes in emotional measurements.

The class gap between high and low personality is too large, and it has reached the level of the ten upper cities and doomsday cities at that time..."

It approached him: "We still need more data to perfect me."

"Woo woo..." The man beside him shook the chain and made a "ding-ling-ling" sound. His head hit the wall, bleeding, and almost stuck with the terrifying blood mark on the wall.

Those black and holed pairs of eyes that had lost Tong Kong's eyes were always facing Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan put on the armrest and controlled the wheelchair to retreat, facing Dawn as he approached the closer and closer.

A Du was still singing happily "Listen to me and say thank you". The more he sang, he was an artificial intelligence who could not watch the occasion at all.

"I'll give you Xiaoxin, I'll give you a flower~"

"You are so touched in my life~~"

"Kao." Su Mingan slapped it, and it became quiet in an instant.

Seeing this, Dawn smiled slightly, and a slight light was flowing in its faint eyes.

After thinking for a moment, it opened:

“Data is the cornerstone of perfecting this city-state, Dr.

"We need more data - more experimental programs - more simulation routes - more calculation results.

"Only by calculating every error result, solving and correcting the problem, the city of measurement can achieve true 'perfection'."

Dawn's hand was placed on the armrest of his wheelchair, and its sound was very close.

"Because of the deviations that human rule may bring, I will measure and adjust it little by little. Let everything approach the 'best' - as long as there is enough time, I can erase all mistakes.

Only my existence can make most people live better and get their own happiness in such a difficult world environment.

So, I hope, you can continue to help me…exhale the flesh and blood that has roots on the city-state.”

It seemed to want to touch him, and its hands were pressed against his hands, and the transparent projection was very close.

It simulates an image similar to a researcher, wearing a white coat, her body is clear and clean, and spotless.

"Help you?" Su Mingan said.

"For example, continue your 'measurement' career," said Liming: "Whether you are arranging deaths for others, or visiting the edges, or meeting leaders of organizations such as Hawks and Dogs... you are doing these things.

‘Measurement’ means adding variables to the city-state – as long as there is a change, there will be more possibilities for deduction. These feedback data will contribute to the ‘perfection’ of this city-state.”

"Including making rose blood?" Su Mingan said.

"Of course, Dr. Asa, this is one of the best 'measurements'." Dawn raised the volume, and the gentle smile it simulated was particularly soft in the blood in the basement: "[Addictive psychotropic drug called Rose Blood, circulated on a large scale in the City of Measuring] - This is a good example observation.

We have seen many colorful city-state residents - those with ulterior motives, opportunists, those who are in high positions and make profits, residents who would rather fail than keep their work, or young people who simply seek excitement... They are all excellent 'measurements' objects. If it weren't for the induction of rose blood, we would not have observed the special behaviors they would do."

Su Mingan retreated slightly again. Even if the other party was a simulated image, he was not used to being too close to others.

"A girl like Xiaomei is just a 'measurement material'?" he said.

"Of course." Liming said: "It should be said that everyone in this city-state is the material that makes 'measurement' more perfect.

Only based on the vast amount of data displayed by everyone can I make the most perfect judgment.”

...It's too rational and ridiculous.

It is rational and absurd, but it is necessary to recognize the rationality of this city-state system - this is how Su Mingan felt at this time.

Use living lives to conduct data experiments, use evil variables such as rose blood, arms, interests, etc. to incorporate them into them, deliberately induce people to commit crimes and deaths, and observe more human emotional data and different actions of people with different personalities to summarize the data, so as to improve the Dawn system.

[Perfect resource allocation, people can fully utilize their talents] and human civilization can survive longer

——This is a miraculous creative result of human beings under the current end of the world.

If this history is written into a history book for future generations who survive later, it will be written as [a miracle means for human beings to preserve the fire of civilization under extreme difficulties], and Asa Aktor will be praised as a hero of human civilization.

But now it seems intuitively... this method is a bit too cruel.

If it was at the beginning of the dungeon, Su Mingan would think that this was very reasonable. This was a genius idea. Human civilization actually survived because of an intelligent brain.

Humans did not kill to the death because of robbing survival resources, nor did they assassinate each other to internally consume high-IQ people. They divided the three appropriate classes with just one "measurement". Sacrificing only the lowest inferior personality ensures the survival of the overall race, and only a "emotional value" can be used to isolate the criminals.

To eliminate the factors of the hematology, just wait a little longer, wait until dawn is finally perfected, and then stop the rebels, this system can last for a long time, and even build a utopia that never ends.

But after seeing Xiaomei's life, he hesitated a little - for a person like her, being judged as inferior and destined to be unable to turn over for a lifetime is too cruel. This cruelty is a hidden danger.

But inevitably, he was somewhat convinced.

The Dawn System's view—really quite consistent with him—Assa Aktor's concept of measuring the city-state coincided with his ideas.

He stared at dawn.

"—What about me?" he said: "Dawn, in your eyes, what am I?"

He glanced at the man who looked exactly like him.

The man's eyes were plucked out, his tongue was cut off, his legs were cut off, his hands were tied up, and he was locked in the dark basement...

Is this Asa Akto?

Then who is he?

Could he be also a "Asar Aktor" who can be turned into such a person?

"Cha" sound.

Su Mingan's figure tilted, and a corner of the wheelchair on the left rear was slightly raised, and the wheel seemed to have crushed something.

A tiny "Car" sound kept coming from below.

Su Mingan stared at Li Ming, who had not moved for the time being, and quickly lowered his head to observe.

The next moment, intuitive panic flooded his brain like a flood.

He saw a pale piece.

Under the wheelchair, there are countless crushed dry bones, broken calf bones, thigh bones, patellas, hand bones... and even half-open human skulls like eggshells.

Some of them are in full shape, while others have been crushed by wheels, like fine, burned ashes.

When humans face the miserable deaths of their own tribe, they will have a strong empathy. This emotion will extend to the physiological level, making them feel uncontrollably panic.

This basement is a bit weird, and the blood patterns on the wall exudes a hysterical and emotional infectiousness.

Su Mingan couldn't breathe for a moment.

He stared at the pile of human bones and subconsciously recalled the feeling of death. This feeling was very heavy for him, and he died far more times than normal humans.

"Dr. Asa." Dawn looked at him: "You are—the 'governor', you are different from others."

"Ideal Country" [Poverty Governor].

——No need to be bound by the law of the ‘ideal country’, ruler above ideals.

"You are my transformer, and in a sense, you are my father." Leon said:

"【Your personality is my name.】"

"What is he?" Su Mingan pointed at the man who was screaming.

"Did you ask him?" Li Ming thought for a while, as if thinking about what definition to give this man.

After a moment, lightning flashed in its eyes, as if it had received a satisfactory answer.

Its hands hang down beside its side, with a gentle expression, emulating the image of a well-behaved and kind service provider.

"He is an unqualified 'governor'. In other words, a father who has lost his fairness and is not worthy of being a ruler." Li Ming tilted his head slightly, his voice calm and mellow:

"[Before truly getting rid of human identity, any person's 'noble' has a shelf life.]"

Su Mingan suddenly remembered a famous brand he saw in his pocket at the beginning of the dungeon.

...

[Definition of the term "dream creation".
To be continued...