"Malin, Malin Gaiate." "Ah, it’s little Mr. Malin, could you please put away your weapon? I know you’re a powerful little warrior, but they’re just too big, and might be a bit cramped for the corridor." Malin didn’t really mind—the thing in his hand was a joke compared to the destructive power his true form could unleash. After putting down his weapon, the answer from Bixiu Five came: "The North America Star Environmental Care Group is a group serving solely for white people’s care." "In that case, isn’t it somewhat incorrect?" Malin asked—after all, this is the era of the Earth Union. "I’m sorry, Mr. Malin, the era of rigid correctness is over. Although the North America Star Environmental Care Group serves only white people, it’s not discriminating against other races; it simply doesn’t admit them since it’s a private group, not a public institution. The Federation doesn’t control them." "Wow, it’s unimaginable." Malin was impressed by a future he never imagined possible as he walked along the corridor towards the meeting room under the guidance of Isabella No. 7. For a moment, he thought the times before the Great Destruction had their merits, though everyone knows it was quite baffling. "It is hard to imagine, right." Jason continued to inform Malin: "Like the North America Wakanda Care Group, this group only takes black children, but you must have never seen the North America Four Islands Care Group or the North America Peninsula Care Group." "Wow, hearing that, East Asia is quite competitive." Malin sighed, wondering if the Thanan people would have a corresponding care group too. But in the end, it had nothing to do with Malin. "It’s quite competitive, but it’s none of our business." Bixiu Five’s response was somewhat stiff, but considering his own time’s situation, Malin thought it was indeed a heritage. To say it’s embarrassing would be a compliment to those wastes; on this issue, Malin always held the view that those not of my clan must be different in heart. You have your bright road, I have my narrow footbridge, never to meet again, which actually makes a lot of sense, right. "Quite sigh-inducing, folks." Thus, Malin lamented at the direction history broke beyond his imagination as he walked into the hallway opening the safe door. Unlike the corridor full of flesh and blood, everything in this office gave Malin an illusion of perfect tranquility, with all decorations being so elegant, and incredibly, there were even real flowers in this room; Malin didn’t even know how these flowers could maintain their life for so long. A mechanical being sat on the chair behind the office’s long table, its face covered in skin with vivid expressions—it nodded and smiled at Malin: "Welcome to the North America Star Environmental Care Group’s No.19 Care Capsule, I’m Isabella No. 7. Little Mr. Malin, unfortunately, I couldn’t find your enrollment application, but considering you’re the only child who has entered the care capsule in nearly eight thousand four hundred years since the last graduate, I can, on behalf of the group, offer you a discount that your family absolutely couldn’t refuse." Saying that, she took out the paper from a contract dispenser on the side and pushed them across the table towards Malin. Malin glanced at the contract, it was a very standard one, except for one clause: ’The group shall not be responsible for any accidents that occur in the care capsule during a child’s stay.’ Was this contract written by humans? Malin wondered aloud on his channel. He received unanimous teasing from four smart machines: "Mr. Malin, that’s capitalism for you, coming from your time, you are just too easily surprised by this." Malin rolled his eyes, alright, indeed, it was me being too easily surprised. "Little Mr. Malin, what do you think?" Isabella No. 7 awaited Malin’s answer. "Hmm, I think it’s fine, but I want to know about those children who graduated long ago." Malin asked. "Good question, that is indeed a child’s question. Those kids’ parents never returned to pick them up, nor did they pay their tuition. As the full authority of the North America Star Environmental Care Group’s No.19 care capsule, I, Isabella No. 7, have the right to put all the children into work training, you see." Isabella No. 7 stood up, sidestepped to the side, as the wall behind her began to rise. Malin watched as the wall rose, then there were two layers of explosion-proof walls, and when the last firewall descended, Malin’s eyes widened. Appearing before him and the Sostak No.3 was an endless view of care capsules, near this side of the care zone were numerous human adults curled up, most with aberrant appearances, and farther away, juvenile life forms were systematically arranged in the capsules. "To ensure the sustainable operation of the care capsules and stop loss in time, these students and their descendants will become biological batteries maintaining the capsule’s operations. The aged lives will be reclaimed, and all elements in their bodies will be reused. The North America Star Environmental Care Group is a responsible group, and everything is within the controllable scope of environmentalism. Of course, I assure you, as long as your family can pay on time, you and they are completely different; you will receive the best education, the best teachers and courses, you can even learn horse riding here, I believe in the coming years, our group will make you feel at home, serving you is our honor." Isabella No. 7 introduced all of this to Malin with a smile. Her smile remained sincere, just like behind her... it was so, so cold.