At school, there was no need to clock in. The moment he passed through the gates, facial recognition had already been completed.
And though it was still early, the snow on every main road through the campus had already been cleared. Brainiac's administrative efficiency was clearly higher than that of any human.
Walking on the firm, non-slippery ground, Schiller could not help sighing that humanity really was incapable of doing anything properly. In more than ten years, this was the first time he had not had to trudge deep-footed and shallow-footed through the snow to get to class.
Clearly, everyone else felt the same way. Brainiac's control might have been strict, but his administrative capabilities and supporting services kept pace with it. There was really nothing much to criticize.
At the end of the day, everyone was ordinary. Ordinary people's lives were not that complicated; they were built from countless trivial details. If someone could improve fifty percent of those details, they would definitely win the support of most ordinary people.
In Schiller's view, the main reason support was especially high in the United States was that ordinary Americans had genuinely been living terribly before this.
America's wealth was not ordinary people's wealth. Perhaps during the Golden Age many years ago, it had indeed been better off than most impoverished small countries, but it had declined greatly since then.
Moreover, after exploiting the entire world for nearly a century, ordinary people's standard of living was still only so-so. Even at its peak, things like "one blue-collar worker supporting a whole family" were still nowhere near good enough compared with what they had plundered from the entire world.
With the population, natural conditions, and wealth the United States later acquired, it could have been built into a divine kingdom on earth.