Yang Weite found it amusing.
This Sutter really was a petty bourgeois.
The other side had clearly tried to kill him, yet he still fantasized about reconciliation, about everyone sitting down over champagne and talking about old ties.
How childish.
"I've already retaliated. Go look at what your girlfriend's subjects are saying."
Sutter opened a tablet and looked.
The footage of the elite squad's raid had already spread everywhere.
"How could this happen? The savior of humanity was treated like this?"
"This is like burning the bridge after crossing it, kicking away the ladder after climbing up, beating the Doctor after being cured, selling the bed after sleeping in it..."
"Find out who did this right away! They're trying to cut off our benefits!"
"Exactly! Sutter is the Empress's husband. If he dies, the Internet Empire will collapse, and we won't have any more sign-in rewards!"
The various developments left the regional administrators scrambling.
They had no choice but to come out and say that it had merely been an accident, the work of a small group of stubborn barbarians opposed to technological progress.
In short, it had nothing to do with them.
Most people believed them.
After all, the administrators were clever. Not a single one had publicly called for Sutter's assassination.
Besides, the Internet Empire was more like a charity organization, the kind that spent money to buy goodwill.
People could no longer free themselves from their dependence on robots.
Indulgence was easy; frugality was hard.
Increasing benefits was easy. Cutting benefits would inevitably cause chaos.
Without robots, how could ordinary people be made to do those grueling jobs?
Would you do them? They were dangerous, exhausting, and utterly lacking in dignity.
But now, all they had to do was lie around to receive money. They could cultivate