EBE Chapter 233 Who has time for you?
Chapter 233 Who has time for you?
Broadcast Era Year 1, 2315 AD.
Luo Congmin's resignation as president marks the complete liberation of the entire Earth Federation from her dictatorial rule.
For over two hundred years, all the officials of the Earth Federation waited for the day before they could finally say goodbye to this female president who spanned three eras.
Regardless, Luo Ji and his daughter will leave a significant mark on the future history of human civilization.
One hour after Luo Congmin stepped down as president, two-thirds of the Earth Federation's hawkish officials submitted their resignations to the Earth Federation Committee.
Five hours after stepping down as president, the Earth Federation's central command began to crumble, and the five ministers had to hold an emergency meeting to try and win over the remaining members to fill the vacant positions.
Regardless of humanity's future fate, the central command must not fall into chaos. If the Earth Alliance collapses, humanity will be plunged into a complete war.
Three days after stepping down, the news had already spread throughout the entire solar system, and strong protests and condemnations broke out everywhere, accusing the Earth Federation of incompetence and numerous mistakes in this war.
On the fifth day, public opinion began to take an increasingly bizarre turn, with large numbers of Asian Americans starting to denounce officials of other ethnicities online, claiming that they bore primary responsibility for the disastrous defeat in World War I.
Some even mythologize Luo Congmin herself, saying she is the last straw to save humanity.
In fact, there have been many similar comments in the past few years, but this is the first time that they have suddenly become mainstream.
Many intelligent people have begun to realize the strangeness of this matter. Everyone feels that something is not right, but they can't quite put their finger on what the problem is.
Since the end of the two great international eras, the concept of the nation has actually been blurred by all of humanity. Prejudice in people's hearts can never be eliminated. Even without nations, races and ethnicities still exist.
As long as there is a human society, discrimination against those who are different will never cease. This is an innate human instinct for exclusion and the fundamental basis for survival of the fittest and evolution.
Therefore, in order to prevent conflicts between different races, the Earth Federation consciously guides different races to live on different planets, so that they can be grouped together as much as possible to avoid the emergence of new troubles.
This approach has both advantages and disadvantages. In the short term, it does save a lot of trouble, but it is not conducive to the long-term unification of humanity. However, there is no other way, since in the face of a crisis of human survival, the issue of race has become insignificant.
But this issue, which has been ignored for two hundred years, has suddenly been brought up again at this time. No one would believe it if someone else hadn't instigated it.
And the person behind this, almost everyone already knows most of it without much guessing.
"The Trisolarans are determined to destroy me."
Luo Ji leaned back in his chair, the projection screen in front of him scrolling every now and then, sending several new messages to his mind. Nearly half of them showed that small-scale conflicts between different races had broken out in some place.
Some news reports involved shuttle collisions, while others mentioned people starting zero-dollar shopping events. In any case, the common thread in these news reports was that the perpetrators were residents of another race.
Luo Congmin, who was eating potato pancakes nearby, glanced at it and then looked away.
"It's obviously fake news. What's there to see? It's just news that someone deliberately created."
However, Luo Ji remained noncommittal.
"You may think they're fake now, but soon these rumors might actually be true."
Luo Congmin was taken aback when she heard this, but then continued to eat what she was holding.
"What does this have to do with me? I've already stepped down. The local authorities will handle this kind of thing themselves. These people can't always expect the two of us to save the world. This isn't a movie. Even someone as terrifying as Lin Xuan is probably dead somewhere now. Let's just leave it alone."
"Ah!"
Lin Xuan, who was playing a game with Zhi Zi at that moment, suddenly sneezed for some unknown reason.
"Damn it, which bastard is badmouthing me behind my back again?"
Lin Xuan wiped her nose, looking annoyed.
"It feels like that girl Luo Congmin, but it could also be Wang Miao. After all, I've been owing Professor Wang his salary for over a decade, so it's normal for me to scold him."
Just as Lin Xuan was lost in thought, Zhi Zi in front of her had already placed a piece.
The fourth game between the two sides is about to determine the winner.
As things stand, Zhizi still holds the upper hand, relentlessly pursuing Lin Xuan's pieces like a leech, forcing Lin Xuan to frantically parry without any chance of retaliation.
"Tsk, that's a pretty cunning move. Using my own pieces to break my own game, thus splitting the momentum I've built up into several pieces. It seems the Trisolarans have made a lot of progress in their strategies over the years."
Lin Xuan rarely offered a compliment, but Zhi Zi remained expressionless and slowly spoke.
"This is just one application of the chain of suspicion. Compared to Mr. Luo Ji, we still have a long way to go."
Lin Xuan nodded slightly.
"Indeed. I thought that when faced with a powerful enemy like you, humanity would have already achieved great unity. It seems I was overthinking it."
"There's nothing we can do about it, Mr. Lin Xuan. Not only humans, but even the Trisolarans can't do this. Living things will instinctively have an exclusionary reaction. Strictly speaking, this isn't a flaw. It's just that we took advantage of this and made a small effort to push things along."
Lin Xuan nodded slightly.
"I would like to know your specific implementation methods and future plans."
Upon hearing this, Tomoko hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up to explain.
"This situation is actually very simple, so simple that anyone who breaks out of this fixed mindset can figure it out. Since the failure of the Cradle Project, the doves in the local alliance have no longer taken the initiative, and after the hawkish officials took power, the social system has changed from being weak to being strong."
"This toughness can be used to deal with enemies, or it can be used to deal with our own people. We first use the conflict between different races to provoke some small-scale conflicts. Generally speaking, most people will not delve into the rationality behind these conflicts. After seeing their compatriots being bullied, they are easily drawn into the mental trap we set."
"Next, all we need to do is guide the collective thinking of a certain race, make them speak ill of other races, and then process and repackage those words and send them over verbatim."
"In this way, what was originally just a conflict based on fake news will erupt into a real conflict. At that point, even if someone with ulterior motives discovers that something is wrong, it will be too late to quell the conflict between the two sides, and the fake will become the real."
"Of course, race is just one of the things we use to create conflict. If we want, the antagonism between regions, ethnic groups, and even gender groups will become the fuel for tearing apart the unified background of human society."
As Zhizi said this, a rare hint of excitement appeared on her face.
"We were too naive back then. If we had tried to provoke internal conflicts among humanity back in the Crisis Era, the PDC would never have been established, let alone the so-called Wallfacer Project."
Looking at Zhizi's expression, Lin Xuan suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Just moments ago, Tomoko was full of confidence, but after seeing Lin Xuan's smile, she suddenly felt a little flustered.
"why are you laughing?"
Zhi Zi was puzzled.
Lin Xuan's face was still full of smiles as she waved her hand.
"Excuse me, if I understand correctly, the core of your plan is to exploit the resentment among the lower classes to create conflict, right?"
"Yes."
Tomoko remained honest as always.
Lin Xuan stretched and leaned back in her chair with a tactical posture.
"Well... I might disappoint you."
Zhi Zi was puzzled, but Lin Xuan said nothing and just continued playing chess by herself.
Fifteen days later, the online arguments intensified, with netizens from both sides even seemingly ready to fight to the death.
In addition, as Zhizi said, verbal battles between other different groups also occurred one after another.
For example, conflicts arise between male and female groups, between regions, and even among players of different games, there are group exclusion conflicts.
But the Trisolarans soon discovered a strange problem.
They argue fiercely online, but in real life, they remain amicable.
Even if two people who have just argued online represent different groups, they will subconsciously greet each other when they pass by in real life.
It's as if... everyone's hatred only stays at the online level.
This left the Trisolarans completely bewildered.
No, if you can fight, then stop talking! Why don't you just fight? Why are you all talking so fiercely online, but you don't even lift a finger when you meet in real life?
Is this guy playing me for a fool?
From that day on, the Trisolarans rediscovered a term circulating among humans: internet trolls.
No matter how much criticism is directed at people online, in reality, everyone still goes to work or school as usual.
Trying to incite a large-scale group exclusionary effect and create conflict... Sorry, everyone is busy with work. It's fine to follow the trend and make jokes online, but in reality, who cares about you!