RNP Chapter 715 Incitement
Chapter 715 Incitement
"Are you a data analyst?"
Li Shuang suddenly asked the refined-looking male player in a low voice, who was also known as the Dark Crow by the others.
The other person paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "I guess so."
After he finished speaking, he adjusted his glasses, then squinted and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Li Shuang smiled slightly at him. The smile was faint and gentle, giving people a sense of inexplicable closeness.
“Because I saw your bracelet was flashing.” Li Shuang pointed to Hunya’s bracelet. Next to the desire value data on the screen, there were several other lines of data that were flashing, which was something that a normal bracelet would not have.
"Are you analyzing the factory's computing power allocation?"
The crows didn't try to hide anything.
He nodded again.
Following up on this, Li Shuang asked, "How long do you think the factory can last? Or, if it continues in this situation where everyone's desires and values are zero, what will happen here?"
This topic was clearly of great interest to Hunya, who looked at the data on his bracelet.
He said with a hint of uncertainty, "If things stay the same... I think the factory will shut down."
"Because it cannot judge who is valuable, it cannot smoothly obtain the desires and emotions it wants. Its existing energy will only be used up more and more until it is completely exhausted."
"At that time, the entire building's power system will collapse, all the Smilers will go into standby mode, and then..."
At this point, Hunya paused slightly.
Because what follows is purely his speculation.
He said in a serious tone, "Then the factory will die, but the employees will die too."
"Because from my observation, unless the factory actively opens the door to the outside, that thing cannot be forcibly destroyed at all. And there is not a single window or gap connecting it to the outside. To put it bluntly, even the air circulation is controlled by the factory through ventilation ducts."
"If it dies, the employees won't be able to get out, all the equipment will stop operating, and even the air won't circulate properly. Before long, everyone will suffocate."
Hearing these words, Li Shuang looked at him with a different kind of expression.
It's not sympathy or pessimism, but rather a recognition that "finally, you've hit the nail on the head."
“So we can’t wait for the factory to die on its own,” she said. “We must take the initiative to take over the data center; we can’t gamble our lives on the factory’s response.”
"We can do it as long as we have external programs!"
"If you're not comfortable with this, you can check the program after you receive it before letting me use it, so you won't think I'm lying."
Li Shuang patted her chest and spoke with absolute certainty.
The trust she showed in the external program at this moment was just like that of Zhang Mingyuan in the past.
It was as if it wasn't some poison she used to possess players, but a true artifact that could save everything.
The crows fell silent.
He wanted to ask what that external program was, but he swallowed the words back.
Because he knew that if Li Shuang didn't take the initiative to tell him, asking would be pointless.
However, his curiosity had been piqued. Watching Li Shuang retreat to the corner to rest after finishing her conversation, Hunya blinked repeatedly, seemingly deep in thought.
Not long after, the hawksbill turtles reached a final decision.
She chose to let Li Shuang stay.
However, because this woman's offline identity cannot be detected by the factory, she cannot appear in public places normally.
She could only keep Li Shuang in the staff quarters for the time being, with a player always accompanying her as a supervisor.
The player in charge of supervision doesn't have to be the same person all the time; the players present can simply take turns every now and then.
After all, Li Shuang was just an ordinary employee; she didn't have the power of the Smiler to rival the players.
With one player supervising, she probably can't cause any trouble.
The first thing to be supervised was lime.
But just as Daimao was about to have a private talk with Hunya to make sure he was more wary of Lishuang, an unexpected incident occurred.
A familiar voice echoed in the corridor outside the staff quarters; its smug tone made it easy to guess who was speaking without even going outside.
"Good afternoon, you bunch of good-for-nothings."
"How does it feel to be abandoned by the factory?"
This is Wu Wang's voice!
All the players pushed open the door and found that the speaker was the loudspeaker that was broadcasting on every floor, and even the surrounding screens were displaying every word Wu Wang was saying.
"He hacked into the factory's broadcast signal source?"
"Holy crap! How did you do that?"
The players found this bizarre scene hard to understand; to this day, they still don't even know the exact location of the factory's broadcasting station.
This guy actually hacked it?!
Only Li Shuang, deep in the corner of the room, frowned and pondered for a moment before immediately speaking: "No! Wu Wang definitely didn't infiltrate the broadcasting station!"
"That place is deep inside the data center. If he can hide there forever, why doesn't he just destroy the data center?"
The players immediately turned to look at Li Shuang.
Her expression became unusually firm.
"He must be hiding somewhere very close to the data center, intercepting and tampering with all the signals it emits!"
Upon hearing this, Hunya's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he added, "If that's the case, then the workload is considerable. He certainly can't move and hide at the same time while tampering with all the signal sources."
"Therefore, he is definitely unable to move long distances right now, and may even just stay in one place!"
The hawksbill turtle immediately understood what he meant.
He squinted at the door, looking towards it, and said, "So, this means now is our best chance to catch him, right?"
A spark also flew in the eyes of the others.
That was a deep-seated hatred for Wu Wang.
They couldn't wait to drag this guy out right now and give him a good beating.
Li Shuang continued, "If we follow this logic, the most likely place is actually downstairs in the talent incubation center, which is the 48th floor of the employee residence, where... no one lives."
Then, amidst the puzzled looks of the other players, she explained that the forty-eighth floor was a morgue.
Time is of the essence.
Once the players determined that Wu was very likely hiding there, they immediately headed to the elevator to catch him.
One or two people can't handle this kind of guy; it takes the whole group working together!
Only Qing Ning stayed behind to guard Li Shuang, in case the other party made any underhanded moves.
Little did Li Shuang know, she was still pondering another question—how did Wu Wang manage to cut off the signal source?
This approach seems to be something that only a chip in one's own bracelet could possibly accomplish if it had sufficient computing power, since it comes from the same system.
Otherwise, the factory's data center firewall would truly be impenetrable.
But the chip is still in his own bracelet. Where did Wu Wang get the same thing from?
Hopefully, these invaders will be able to figure things out once they capture him... At this moment, Wu Wang's voice was continuously broadcasting and appearing on screens in various places, and every word he said made those who heard and saw it clench their fists.
“I know you’re unhappy about being called trash, but that’s not an insult to you, it’s the factory’s way of trampling on you.”
"I just want you to understand three things here."
"First, there's the point of wish."
"Who prints the wish points? The factory; who lends the money? The factory again. You risk your lives to get the paper printed by the factory, and then you give it back to the factory. This is not repaying a debt, this is making a quick buck, and then they still have to charge interest."
"And who sets the interest rate? It's still the factory!"
“You are in debt every day you open your eyes and you are still in debt when you close your eyes. The interest is calculated every second. You don’t owe the factory anything. You owe your own lives.”
"But life, the factory never returns."
Upon hearing these words, a bald, middle-aged man on the fifth floor of the office area clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
He owed 5,000 wish points, and after 12 months of repayment, he found that he was owing more and more.
It wasn't that he miscalculated; the factory never gave him a chance to pay it off...
On the sixth floor, a young woman was squatting in the corner of the tea room, covering her ears with her hands and then letting go.
Her deep sleep increased from 5 a.m. to 360 p.m., and her monthly salary was just enough to cover the rent and a bunch of miscellaneous interest payments, not a penny more or less.
It's like the algorithm has already been calculated.
I'll let you live, but you won't live well...
This kind of self-examination is beginning to unfold in the minds of countless employees. They are starting to put aside their distant aspirations and look back at everything they have achieved.
But then he suddenly realized that he had gained nothing...
"Secondly, it's about wishes."
"Look closely, everyone. Factories don't produce wishes at all. They only produce one thing: the feeling that your wish can come true."
"That feeling is called desire. It doesn't cost money, and the factory doesn't spend a penny to print it, but it can take everything away from you with this desire."
"Time, health, tears, sleep... what you're accumulating isn't points, it's profit! what you're chasing isn't a wish, it's a whip!"
Wu Wang's words made the reflections of those employees who had just experienced a major purge and were falling into self-doubt become clearer.
An unnamed rage and a long-suppressed emotion surged forth, driven by the will to survive.
They seem to have realized that if they don't want to be casually discarded by the factory like trash, they have to do something now.
Wu Wang's voice continued.
"Thirdly, it is yourselves."
"Do you remember who you were before you entered the factory? You probably don't."
"The factory took you away and replaced you with a new employee. This employee doesn't need a name, just an employee number. It doesn't need wishes, just performance. It doesn't even need to be alive, just produce output."
"Do you think it's because you're not working hard enough? You work more than ten hours a day, eat energy bars, and live in rooms without heating. You're practically working yourselves to death. And you still say you're not working hard enough?"
"This isn't your problem, it's the factory's problem. It needs you to realize you're not working hard enough!"
"Because as long as you think it's your fault, you won't look up and see who's sitting above you, drinking the coffee you earned with your lives, and saying those sarcastic things like 'keep working hard.'"
Wu Wang paused for a moment at this point.
The tone, which was originally somewhat teasing and playful, has become serious enough to make people ponder.
“You owe no one anything. You are born with nothing, you live with nothing, and you die with nothing.”
“No factory has the right to turn you from people into fuel, but it did it, and you let it do it—because you thought it was the only way to live.”
"No, no, it shouldn't have had the right to control you; you gave it that opportunity."
"Friend, this is not a job."
"This is a war!"
"Each of you is a soldier in this war! Use your wish points either to shoot the enemy or to shoot yourselves!"
In these words, each one a gem.
An employee began to tremble and voice a question—
What should we do?
They instinctively asked questions of the broadcast and electronic screens, which should have seemed like an extremely foolish act.
After all, radio and electronic screens are not telephones; the person speaking on the other end cannot hear their doubts and demands.
However, what was shocking was that Wu Wang seemed to have already guessed what they were going to ask.
In one way of answering:
"The factory is a machine that seems to run forever, but in reality it needs your help to add fuel to the fire. If you stop working, the machine will stop. If you don't tighten the screws, the screws will come loose. If you don't fill out the forms, the forms will be useless."
"Comrades, you're not here to pay off debts, you're here to collect debts! Stand up! Stop! Leave the factory to itself!"
"Let it tighten the screws, fill out the forms, and generate its own electricity. Let's see how long it can last!"
"Please remember, it is the factory that needs you, not the other way around..."
Wu Wang's voice stopped completely at this point.
Only static remained on the radio, growing fainter and fainter until finally fading into deathly silence.
It was as if what they had just said was just a daydream, leaving all the employees feeling dazed.
But the nameless fire in their hearts was growing stronger and stronger, and even after Wu Wang's voice had stopped for a long time, it could not be quelled.
Looking at the value of desire on my wristband, looking at my colleagues displaying all walks of life, I finally glanced at my reflection on the surface of the coffee on the table.
That version of myself was countless times more tired and颓废 than the reflection in the elevator mirror.
They began to consider whether they should let go.
Since all our hard work only leads to being abandoned, why let the factory exploit our labor?
Perhaps the voice on the radio was right.
It's not that I need the factory.
It's not that the factory needs them, but that they need them!
At this moment, the employees began to stir, feeling something unprecedented binding them all together.
For the first time, they felt a sense of unity!
At that very moment, Wu Wang, inside the morgue freezer, quietly closed an old book and rubbed his temples to relieve his excessive mental strain.
That book had a familiar name—
[The Devil's Speech]
It has only one effect.
That is what resonates with people… (End of Chapter)