Besides, these young people who joined the Response Bureau only did odd jobs, but they also had advantages: when the Response Bureau was not so busy, they could apply to study in other time and space.
The door to knowledge is always open to them.
For Sam and Laura, this was the best news imaginable.
After hearing Liu Chunshi explain the terms of the contract, Jack smiled and felt relieved.
My son still has the opportunity to go to university; he'll just have to do odd jobs in different time periods.
The result isn't too bad.
Moreover, joining the Response Bureau is equivalent to directly joining the Mutual Aid Society headquarters, and there might be some development opportunities in the future.
After careful consideration, Jack was certain that the deal was worthwhile. He quickly followed Liu Chunshi's instructions and handed his son and temporary student Laura over to the staff at the Mutual Aid Society camp.
With them as witnesses, the two signed an agreement to officially become members of the Mutual Aid Society, and then left No. 6 Spacetime in a vehicle used for rest and recuperation...
Finch Spacetime.
Having recovered to a near-complete state at the Pacific Rim Spacetime Hospital, Finch returned to his RV.
It was parked in an open-air parking lot outside a survivor camp on the outskirts of San Francisco. After so much wind and sun exposure, the paint on its surface was peeling and a lot of scarlet rust had appeared everywhere, dragging down in lines.
"Well!"
Finch sighed, cradling his beloved dog Goodyear in his arms, and affectionately stroking his old companion.
"Should we fix it, Finch? I can do a vehicle inspection first, then we can go find the materials."
The tall robot Jeff stood behind the old man.
Finch flashed a bright smile, "Of course, we still have an unfinished journey to continue, don't we?"
"Or are you trying to slack off, Jeff?"
" Jeff is a robot, Jeff never slacks off! So, let's get started now, Finch!" Jeff excitedly raised his hands, quickly inspecting the car like a child who finds everything fascinating.
Finch, completely unfazed by the dust and rust on the car body, leaned against it, looked at Jeff, and laughed, " Jeff, what are you planning to do next after we see the Golden Gate Bridge?"
" Jeff has to take good care of Goodyear, that's Jeff's job!"
"No, no, no," Finch, holding the puppy in one arm and waving the other.
"I mean, if you weren't needed to take care of Goodyear anymore, what would you like to do?"
Jeff stopped what he was doing, and the two large cameras on Papaya's head turned to look at Finch, revealing a hint of doubt in the otherwise completely mechanical parts.
Finch was no longer surprised; he knew he had probably struck gold by creating a strange robot.
"I created you because I was dying before, so I needed you to take care of Goodyear. But now I'm alive and well, so naturally I don't need you to take on that task anymore, do you understand?"
Jeff swiped his phone a few times, then turned his head. " Finch... do you think I've overcharged, and you're worried you won't be able to afford the electricity bill later?"
Finch: "..."
I don't know which nurse at the Pacific Rim Spacetime Hospital told Jeff that it was charging too much and would incur extra electricity charges. Xxs-2
It was meant as a joke, but Jeff can't quite tell if it's true or not, so he's been taking it as fact.
Even when he was discharged from the hospital, they kindly reminded him that he hadn't asked the nurse to pay the electricity bill...
Finch covered his face. "No, I already said, your electricity isn't a problem, the solar panels are enough."
"Then can't I continue to take care of Goodyear?" Jeff's electronic voice also carried a hint of doubt.
Finch took a deep breath, then exhaled. He glanced at the puppy in his arms. "You should know that Goodyear is an Irish Terrier, and the breed typically only lives for 12 to 15 years."
"Although it's hard to admit, Goodyear is no longer a puppy; he's now an old fellow, just like me, nearing the end of his life."
Goodyear is at least ten years old.
"Oh..." Jeff, contrary to his usual lively self, only replied with a single syllable.
Finch knew Jeff was still confused, so he made a decision for him directly. "Try joining the Mutual Aid Society. They were willing to let you come to my side, so they should be willing to accept you too."
"Then... now?" Jeff suddenly stood up, as if he was about to walk towards the Mutual Aid Society's camp.
Finch smiled and reached out to stop it:
"Of course, after we see the Golden Gate Bridge together, don't even think about being a deserter, Jeff."
Jeff is not a deserter...
"I know, Jeff, that's just..."
simile..."
The two engaged in a lengthy discussion on this topic, and after Finch patiently explained what a metaphor was, Jeff suddenly asked, "So what does Finch want to do next?"
"Hmm, maybe I'll become a teacher."
"Why? Has Finch stopped designing robots? Jeff wants a little brother!"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Finch's forehead. What on earth had those nurses taught this robot?!
"No, now is not the time to design robots."
Finch gazed into the distance, as if he could see the fanatical followers of the Mutual Aid Society Divine Church in the survivor camp, people he couldn't understand.
"This is the age of science, and I want to instill the belief in science back into everyone's minds!"
"And teaching is the most convenient profession!"
He's going to have a showdown with Jack!
Ever since he returned, this STEM guy has found it very difficult to adapt to the highly religious atmosphere among the North America survivors.
Of course, he didn't have any objections to the Mutual Aid Society. In fact, he greatly respected this noble peace organization, since the Mutual Aid Society had not only saved him but also rescued a large number of his compatriots.
To this day, slaves are still being sent to North America in the Pacific Rim Spacetime for treatment.
He was simply dissatisfied with Father Jack, who had deified the Mutual Aid Society and then seized a great deal of power.
Through his investigation over the next few days after returning, combined with his observations from other timelines, he was certain that the deification of the Mutual Aid Society was merely a personal scheme orchestrated by Father Jack.
He had never seen such an outrageous Mutual Aid Society Divine Church group in the Pacific Rim Spacetime.
If Jack continues down this path, when they finally re-establish their nation, they won't know whether to establish a United States or a Kingdom of God.
Is this acceptable?
This doesn't seem like it!
That's why Finch decided to become a teacher. While he had just recovered and was in good health, he wanted to start with the youngest children, nurturing the nation's future step by step, ensuring they wouldn't be corrupted by Jack!
------Aside------
I recommend a new book. "Saving the Sect Begins with Filming the Legend of the White Snake"
A group of demon saints gathered together to watch the TV series "Havoc in Heaven," which alerted the righteous path of the world.
A highly virtuous monk, whose given name Fahai, was brutally beaten by unknown assailants.
The Dragon Palace's treasure vault became a tourist attraction for powerful beings, and all who came had to politely ask the Dragon King for the Sea-Calming Divine Needle.
Whether this reflects Tao Te decay or a distortion of human nature, the answer lies in this book.