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USER: analyze and comment the following story CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering,...
CHATBOT: The story paints a dystopian world where summer has disappeared, and technology has taken over human life. The government, led by the DB party, places a strong emphasis on science and technology as key to advancing human race but at the expense of everything else. The protagonist, Dylan, is portrayed as someone deeply entrenched in the DB ideology and constantly spouts DB mottos. The story highlights the societal impact of the DB's policies, such as the rise of gender neutrality, moral scales, and abolishing sexual deviancy, all in the name of efficiency and professionalism. There is a clear depiction of how technology has become part of human life, with everything from Internet access to robots being controlled by the universal operating system, MainDOB. The story does not delve into why summer has disappeared, and its impact on global climate, but the absence of summer serves as a symbol of the bleakness and monotonous life that the DB has created. Overall, the story portrays how a focus on one aspect of human life, like technology, can lead to a frightening shift in societal values and norms.
USER: why is the society in which Dylan lives unbalanced?
CHATBOT: The society in which Dylan lives is unbalanced because there is a significant focus on science and technology to the detriment of other aspects of human life. The government, led by the DB party, places a high value on efficiency, rationality, and professionalism. As a result, individuality, creativity, and emotions are suppressed. All aspects of life are regulated, including personal relationships, morality, and even gender. The law establishes a moral scale that rewards individuals for being detached and unemotional and punishes those who exhibit any form of sexual deviancy or other emotions. The focus on technology has created a society that is heavily reliant on it and has made it a central aspect of human life, to the point where it is interconnected and ubiquitous. Consequently, there is little room for anything else, including free thought, creativity, and individual expression. The society in which Dylan lives is unbalanced because technology and science have become the sole focus to the exclusion of all else.
USER: analyze and comment the following story CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering,...
CHATBOT: The story "The World Without Summer" is a dystopian tale that explores the consequences of a world dominated by technology and the pursuit of efficiency. The absence of summer and the persistent cold climate serve as a metaphor for the emotional and social isolation that characterizes this society. The story's world is ruled by the DB party, a group dedicated to advancing science and technology for the improvement of the human race. The city of Nordent is depicted as a place of intense development, with towering skyscrapers and advanced technological innovations that offer convenience and comfort to its citizens. However, this advancement has come at a cost as society becomes increasingly lonely and cold. The protagonist, Dylan, is a commando who embodies the DB's values of efficiency and rationality, showing little emotion and always focused on his mission. He is also a devoted supporter of the party and its leader, Kommander Aedostul, who is portrayed as an intellectual and capable leader. However, Dylan's encounter with a sexual predator shows the dark side of this society, where a focus on efficiency and removal of sexual desire has led to discrimination and harsh punishments. The Daijchean law, which establishes a moral scale and advocates for gender equality, further emphasizes the DB's obsession with controlling and standardizing human behavior. The use of gender-neutral pronouns and the rejection of traditional gender roles suggest a society that values efficiency and productivity over individual identity and expression. Overall, "The World Without Summer" depicts a world ruled by technology and efficiency, where human emotions and individuality are suppressed in pursuit of progress.
USER: analyze and comment the following story CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering,...
CHATBOT: The story presents a dystopian world where summer has disappeared, and technology and science have taken over society, resulting in a lack of personal connections. The government, led by the DB party, focuses on improving the human race through technology and science, resulting in comfortable living conditions, but at the cost of individuality and human warmth. The protagonist, Dylan, is a law enforcement officer who embodies the values of the DB party, including obedience to the party, efficiency, and coldness. The story touches on several themes, including the consequences of a society dominated by technology, political extremism, and the dehumanizing effects of neglecting emotions. The main character, Dylan, is an embodiment of the DB ideology, which values efficiency and scientific advancement at the cost of human connection and warmth. Its emphasis on technology has also resulted in a lack of individuality as all products and devices follow a uniform design. The Daijchean law represents the government's extreme stance on morality and gender equality, resulting in the use of gender-neutral pronouns and the removal of sexual deviant practices. Overall, the story depicts a world where technology and science have become dominant, resulting in the loss of individuality and human warmth. The story raises questions about the implications of a society that prioritizes efficiency and scientific advancements at the cost of personal connections and emotions.
USER: analyze and comment the following story CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering,...
CHATBOT: The story presents a dystopian future where technology and science have taken over and the world has lost its seasons. The government is controlled by a group called the DBs, who prioritize scientific advancement and technological innovation over everything else. The protagonist, Dylan, is a ranger who works for the government and is shown to be cold and aloof in his behavior. The society has become so focused on efficiency and coldness that terms like "he" and "she" have been replaced by "it," and there is a "scale of morality" where people who score low are discriminated against. The Daijchean law, passed by the DB-controlled government, has abolished sexual deviancy and advocates gender equality. The story paints a bleak picture of a society that has sacrificed human emotions and warmth for the sake of technological advancement. The protagonist, Dylan, is portrayed as a man who has little regard for human life and seems to enjoy his power and authority over others. The Daijchean law, while aimed at creating a more equal society, seems to have gone too far and has resulted in a society where individuality and personal preferences no longer exist. Overall, the story is a cautionary tale about the dangers of prioritizing technological advancement over everything else. It highlights the importance of human emotions and connections and how these are essential for a happy and fulfilling life.
USER: are women treated well in that society?
CHATBOT: The story portrays a society that advocates for gender equality, where men and women are considered equal. Clothes are unisex, and gender-neutral terms are used to refer to people. However, the society has become so focused on efficiency and coldness that terms like "he" and "she" have been replaced by "it," which could be seen as dehumanizing. The Daijchean law aimed at creating a more equal society, but it has resulted in a society where individuality and personal preferences no longer exist. Overall, the story suggests that there is gender equality in this society, but it does not delve deeply into the experiences of women specifically.
USER: analyze and comment the followingwhy this story is so unsetting? CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: This story is so unsettling because it presents a future society where technology and efficiency have taken precedence over basic human needs and emotions. The absence of summer and natural beauty adds to the overall sense of bleakness and robotic coldness. The Daijchean law, which aims to remove all sexual distortions and promote gender equality, strips away individuality and personal expression. The obsession with efficiency and scientific advancement creates a society where moral values and compassion are replaced by a cold and detached approach. The protagonist, Dylan, embodies this mindset and seems to lack basic empathy and emotional connections. Overall, the story presents a disturbing view of a world where technological progress comes at the cost of humanity.
CHATBOT: According to the text, the Daijchean law, named after its creator, encompasses several articles that aim to eradicate sexual distortions, promote gender equality, and focus on efficiency and scientific advancement. Some of the potential articles of the Daijchean law are as follows: 1. Abolition of sexual practices that do not conform to strict moral standards. Any form of sexual deviation or misconduct is strictly prohibited and punishable by law. 2. Gender equality. Men and women are considered equal in all aspects, and all forms of discrimination based on gender are illegal. 3. Morality score. A "scale of morality" has been established, ranging from 1 to 10. The higher the score, the more "morally healthy" a person is considered to be. Individuals with low scores are discriminated against and may be denied certain career opportunities. 4. Unisex clothing. Clothes are designed to be unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. The use of gender-specific terms like "he" and "she" has been replaced by "it." 5. Efficiency and coldness. Society is heavily focused on efficiency and scientific advancement, with moral values and compassion taking a backseat. People are encouraged to adopt a cold and detached approach to life. 6. Telepathy. Technology has advanced to the point where people can communicate telepathically without speaking. 7. Thought control. People's thoughts can be accessed and monitored by computers, allowing for greater control and surveillance. 8
USER: why this story is so unsetting?tell 5 goot CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: 1. The technology in this world is advanced and interconnected, making daily tasks efficient 2. The city of Nordent is in a state of development, with a lot of construction taking place 3. The government, led by the DB party, prioritizes science and technology above all else 4. The Daijchean law has abolished sexual deviant practices and advocates for gender equality 5. The society values efficiency over emotion, with the concept of "it" replacing "he" or "she".
USER: tell 5 gootgood things and 5 bad things made by the DBs CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: 5 Good things made by the DBs: 1. Improved conditions in the metropolis, with tall buildings and safe spaces for citizens 2. Guarantee of high levels of comfort and safety for citizens through their focus on science and technology 3. Nordent, a city in the midst of development and equipped with modern technological innovations 4. MainDOB, the universal operating system, making everything work and allowing for advancements in biosystems such as alchemy 5. Dob's Children, small metallic robots equipped with anti-analysis mechanisms, capable of carrying out any task as long as it is clearly explained to them in natural language. 5 Bad things made by the DBs: 1. Disappearance of summer and the constant dominance of cold and rain 2. Desolation, loneliness, and lack of human connection in the urban and artificial spaces dominated by technology 3. The Daijchean law, which severely punishes any sexual approach and has a scale of morality that discriminates against individuals with low scores 4. The abolition of terms like "he" and "she" in favor of using "it", and the intense focus on efficiency and coldness that annuls differences between human beings. 5. The idea that human beings should only focus on scientific advancement and efficiency, to the detriment of other aspects of the human experience such as emotions and relationships.
CHATBOT: The DBs do not explicitly see humans as machines, but they do prioritize science and technology over other aspects of the human experience such as emotions and relationships. Their focus on efficiency and the eradication of differences between human beings can give the impression that they view humans as interchangeable parts in a system, rather than individuals with unique thoughts and feelings. Additionally, the use of terms like "it" to refer to other human beings can be seen as dehumanizing and reducing them to a mere object or instrument.
USER: tell 5 good things and 5 bad things made by the DBs CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical ...
CHATBOT: 5 Good things made by the DBs: 1. The improvement of technology and science, leading to high levels of comfort and safety for citizens 2. The creation of MainDOB, a universal operating system that made everything easier and more efficient for people 3. The development of Dob's Children, small robotic assistants capable of completing any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough 4. The abolition of sexual deviant techniques, as established by the Daijchean law, leading to a more equal and fair society 5. The focus on intellectual value over gender or identity, leading to a society that values people for their abilities and skills instead of their physical characteristics. 5 Bad things made by the DBs: 1. The excessive focus on technology and coldness, leading to a lonely and artificial society 2. The creation of a "scale of morality" that discriminates against individuals with low scores, leading to a society that values coldness over empathy and emotion 3. The abolishment of terms like "he" and "she," leading to a society that devalues individual identities and differences 4. The creation of a monolithic design in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics, leading to a lack of creativity and diversity in the marketplace 5. The possible negative effects of alchemy and biosystems on human thought and external information, leading to a loss of free will and autonomy.
USER: what is women condition in this world?
CHATBOT: Based on the information provided in the text, the DBs advocate for gender equality and have abolished terms like "he" and "she." Clothes are now unisex, and it is impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic is male or female. This suggests that women in this world are considered equal to men and are valued for their abilities and skills rather than their gender. However, it is unclear if there are any specific challenges or issues that women face in this society.
USER: tell 5 good things and 5 bad things made by the DBs CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical ...
CHATBOT: Five good things made by the DBs: 1. The improvement of technology and science has led to increased comfort and safety for citizens. 2. The DST operating system (MainDOB) has revolutionized the way people interact with technology, making everything interconnected and compatible. 3. The introduction of alchemical and electronic devices has made daily tasks easier and more efficient. 4. The development of Dob's Children, the metallic robots, has provided people with a faithful servant always ready to execute any order. 5. The Daijchean law has abolished sexual deviant techniques and promoted gender equality. Five bad things made by the DBs: 1. The DBs' preference for technology and efficiency over human emotion has left people feeling lonely in Nordent. 2. The DBs' obsession with construction has led to an over-saturation of buildings, making it difficult to imagine an "open" environment without crowds of people and devices. 3. Discrimination against individuals with low moral scores is pervasive in society. 4. The DBs' push for gender and pronoun neutrality has led to the dehumanization of individuals, with people now being referred to as "it." 5. The Daijchean law's punishment for sexual approaches, however deplorable, is seen as extreme and harsh by some, with lethal injection being a possible consequence.
USER: how maindob works?
CHATBOT: MainDOB, also called the universal operating system, is the operating system developed by the mega-corporation Dob Systems & Technologies (DST) in the story. It is a highly advanced technology that has revolutionized the way people interact with electronic and alchemical devices. The system is designed to create a streamlined and interconnected experience for users. MainDOB allows multiple devices to communicate with each other and enables automation of certain tasks. It can also be programmed to a certain extent, which allows automations to adapt to every need. One of the unique features of MainDOB is its ability to interface with a person's alchemic system. This integration allows a person to access external information using only their thoughts. For example, MainDOB can save and retrieve images or allow a person to have a conversation using only their thoughts. Overall, MainDOB works by connecting a person's devices to a common platform that
USER: tell 5 good things and 5 bad things made by the DBs CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical ...
CHATBOT: Good things made by the DBs: 1. Improved conditions in metropolises with advanced technology and safe spaces tailored to humans. 2. Guaranteeing high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. 3. The success of DST, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world. 4. MainDOB, the universal operating system, which made everything work and enabled a certain uniformity of design. 5. Technological innovations such as Dob's Children, small humanoid robots that can carry out any task explained to them in natural language. Bad things made by the DBs: 1. The disappearance of summer and the dominance of cold and rain all year round. 2. The desolation and loneliness felt by citizens in the urban and artificial spaces. 3. The domination of technology and science over human beings, resulting in the saturation of alchemical and electronic devices. 4. The strict Daijchean Law, severely punishing sexual practices and implementing a scale of morality that discriminates against individuals with low scores. 5. The abolition of gender identity, resulting in the elimination of terms like "he" and "she" and a shift towards calling human beings objects using the pronoun "it."
USER: how maindob works?
CHATBOT: MainDOB is the universal operating system created by DST, which is designed to operate with any electronic or alchemic device. It is programmed to be compatible with all machines, making it easy to interconnect and ensure that they work seamlessly together. MainDOB operates as a biosystem, which means that it interfaces with the user's thoughts and external information. It allows individuals to perform various actions by simply imagining it in their minds, such as saving, sharing, or printing images, videos, or sounds. It can also operate external equipment and adapt to the user's every need. MainDOB is also programmable to a certain extent, which allows users to customize and automate tasks. It integrates with various electronic interfaces, such as power outlets, plates, and wristwatch computers, making it easy to control and manage all electronic devices. In summary, MainDOB is a highly advanced and customizable operating system that interfaces with the user's thoughts and external information and can operate any electronic or alchemic device, making it a crucial aspect of the technological revolution
USER: analyze the following story and tell 5 good things and 5 bad things made by the DBswhat Maindob is, how it works and why is so important CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: MainDOB is a universal operating system created by DST, a mega-corporation that has branches all over the world. The system is highly efficient and interconnected, making it possible to perform actions that were previously only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. MainDOB is also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. MainDOB is a crucial aspect of the DB's ideology as it symbolizes the domination of technology and science over humans. With MainDOB, everything is interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which is an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB also operates external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of. MainDOB represents the pinnacle of technological innovation and is a crucial component of the DB's vision for the future.
CHATBOT: Yes, it is logical to assume that MainDOB and the Dob's Children can be linked since they are both produced by the same company, DST, and are built to be interoperable with each other. The Dob's Children are equipped with internal alchemic and electronic equipment, making them compatible with any other DST product. One can assume that MainDOB, being the universal operating system of DST, would also be compatible with the Dob's Children, allowing them to be controlled through MainDOB. This could further enhance the efficiency of the Dob's Children and make them even more useful to their owners.
USER: analyze the following story and tell what Maindob is, how it works and why is so important CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle S...
CHATBOT: MainDOB is the universal operating system created by the mega-corporation Dob Systems & Technologies (DST). It operates external equipment and has a predisposition to interoperability, making possible actions such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what is happening at home when one is away. The system also operates Dylan's alchemic system, which allows him to control his apartment's door and wristwatch computer with a finger scan. MainDOB's efficiency and compatibility make it a crucial facilitator of everyday life in the urban and artificial world dominated by technology and science. DST's technological innovations have contributed towards the development and domination of technology over humans, which has led to a desolate and lonely society. The efficiency and simplicity of DST's products, however, have garnered commercial success, particularly in the Klavatrean State, which occupies the entire western strip of the American continent. As the world becomes increasingly technological, it is clear that MainDOB and DST's other products will continue to play a vital role in society.
USER: analyze the followingin this story and tell what Maindob is, how it works and why is so importantwho has more power, DST or the DBs? CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: In this story, it appears that the DBs have more power, as they hold a majority in parliament and have a government that is well disposed towards technology. The success of DST, a mega-corporation, is also attributed to the support and advantages provided by the DB-controlled government. Additionally, the Daijchean law, which was passed by the DBs, has significant influence over societal norms, such as abolishing sexual deviance and promoting gender and moral equality.
CHATBOT: Many factors can contribute to the setting of society, including: 1. Geography: The physical features of a region, such as climate, terrain, and natural resources, can shape the way people live and interact with each other. 2. History: Past events, wars, and cultural practices can shape the values, beliefs, and traditions of a society. 3. Politics: The type of government, laws, and societal norms can shape the way people interact with each other and their environment. 4. Economics: Economic systems and structures can influence social hierarchies, class divisions, and patterns of production and consumption. 5. Religion: Religious beliefs and practices can have a significant impact on the values, customs, and traditions of a society. 6. Science and technology: Advances in science and technology can change the way people live, work, and communicate with each other, as seen in the story where DST and MainDOB have impacted everyday life. 7. Demographics: The size, age, and composition of a population can influence the social norms, beliefs, and practices of a society. These factors are interconnected and influence each other, shaping the environment and setting of a society.
USER: in this story who has more power, DST or the DBs?a rich background? CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: The background of this story is rich with information about the world in which it takes place. It is a world in which the seasons have disappeared, winter has extended to all seasons, and the sky is always grey. Meanwhile, technology has advanced greatly, and the DBs, a political party dedicated to scientific and technological advancement, have won three consecutive terms in parliament. The story explores the consequences of this focus on efficiency and science over human interaction and emotions, with aspects like a law that punishes sexual advances and a societal focus on a "scale of morality." The background also includes information about DST, a mega-corporation that has had a significant impact on technological advancements. Overall, the story creates a complex and thought-provoking world for the characters to navigate.
CHATBOT: The law mentioned is the Daijchean law, which is focused on removing sexual distortions from human affairs and creating a society focused on efficiency and science. The law also establishes a "scale of morality" and advocates for gender equality and the use of unisex language. Violation of the law can result in severe punishment, including lethal injection.
USER: what category might desire the society in this story has a rich background?and for who may be indesiderable? CHAPTER 1 THE WORLD WITHOUT SUMMER It had been years since summer had disappeared. The cold had extended to all seasons, so it was no surprise that the sky was always gray, the rain fell with discreet regularity, and seaside hoteliers were failing one after the other. No matter which continent one was on, frost and rain had taken over the globe. On the other hand, the conditions of the metropolis had greatly improved. Tall buildings began to sprout up like mushrooms, true spaces tailored to humans where citizens felt protected and safe. The elections had been won for the third consecutive term by the so-called DBs: they loved to define themselves as a group dedicated to the improvement of the human race, which according to them could only be achieved by focusing efforts on science and technology. For this reason, they had always guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. With a majority in parliament and an executive so well disposed towards technology, the Klavatrean State, which occupied the entire western strip of the American continent, soon became the most advantageous place for technology corporations, of which DST had the most luck. DST stood for Dob Systems & Technologies, a mega-corporation that had branches all over the world, with a net worth of around nine hundred billion. The reasons for this success were many and synergistic. Firstly, the founder, Michelle Suzanne Dob, had a degree in electrical engineering, and alongside her were the best minds of the time. Furthermore, DST's products, although all electronic or alchemic, ranged from various sectors. The third reason lay in the simplicity and efficiency of its products. Dylan's two-room apartment was equipped with some of these technologies. Internet access was provided by a power outlet, without the need for other wires, as was the case throughout the region. He had not had the opportunity to delve into it, but it seemed that the network signal was directly added to the meter. To improve the efficiency of such a system, phase and neutral were shielded according to the law. A plate controlled the door, interfacing with Dylan's alchemic system and checking for the presence or absence of a 256-bit code within him. All he had to do was to put his finger on it, and MainDOB did the rest. Regarding the wristwatch computer, the same applied. The one in his head was more than enough, but sometimes there was a need for features that were not implanted. At that moment, Dylan was lounging on the single bed with bare feet, watching an interview with Kommander Aedostul, the head of government. Everything using only the system in his head. "Look around you, citizens," said Aedostul with a suave, deep, and emotional voice. "Look at what we have created. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it what you have always wanted?" Aedostul had well-groomed black hair, held back with gel. And just like Dylan, blue eyes. Aedostul had a more intellectual air and was a bit taller. He always wore elegant clothes. In that interview, for example, a white shirt with a navy jacket and a thin black tie. Dylan appreciated Aedostul very much. Not only for the similarity of their hair and eyes - which everyone noticed - but also because he was a man who never lost his composure, always ready to reflect intelligently on every problem. Moreover, Aedostul possessed a vast lexicon, expressed himself in cultured ways, with an authoritative and understanding tone. Dylan had interrupted the video, perhaps to hear the raindrops tapping against the window, when a dark blue panel with white writing appeared on MainDOB. COMMUNICATION INCOMING - VALIS There were two buttons underneath. One was red to hang up, and one was green to answer the call. Dylan focused on the green one. "What do you want?" Dylan asked. "Zanner and Rutis want to see you," Valis explained. Dylan looked up. They probably had something to do with the last mission, and they wanted him to report or something like that. "Alright. Tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes," and here Dylan's calm and cold tone came back into play. He heard Valis say something, but he had already hung up. He gave up MainDOB to focus on the desolation in his room. In front of him was the so-called Aedostul flag: a blue background with two black stripes on the right and a white one on the left. This flag was universally recognized as the symbol of the DB and was very present in public spaces or places of the State - such as the barracks to which he belonged - but it was rare to find it in private homes. At least not unless it was the house of an avid supporter of the party, like him. Aedostul had written some books, such as Lost Elite, Manifesto of the DB, A New Era, and others, all present on a shelf on the left. Dylan had read each one of them several times, but they were not enough given the complex mass of topics treated by Aedostul. So he lived with the constant impression of not having fully understood them, or that his point of view was somehow distorted. Dylan did not own many possessions, not because he could not afford them, but because he was not interested in them. There were some sports equipment, several other books, and a small collection of firearms and swords. Gas was too rare and expensive for civilian use, but not electricity: the stoves were induction and little used, as he mainly ate proteins and legumes. As a civilian, Dylan was used to wearing gray, blue, or neutral clothes, with his hair combed forward aggressively. The commando uniform, well kept to his left and already ironed, was solid blue, except for the sleeve outlets, elbows and shoulders, which instead were black. The colors of the Aedostul flag were recycled in every way possible - Dylan thought - and other uniforms featured different combinations. With the black military boots, the sworn commando who he used to be had returned. Then, ignoring the state of his home, he left, closing the door behind him. DYLAN NEAR read the sign outside the door, even though it was just a piece of paper printed, cut, and attached with double-sided tape. He wanted to add Commando, but it was prohibited by condominium rules. Anyway, everyone in the city already knew who he was and what he did. "Work calls?" said an old voice. It was Mrs. Yashmil, an elderly lady with unpleasant features and thinning hair. A quiet neighbor thought Dylan, if it weren't for the volume of the TV always blasting. He just nodded at her. "You guys are doing a really great job. Having you as a neighbor makes me feel more relaxed." Dylan gave her a fake and strained smile. "Scientia Perfectio Est," said Dylan. That was the motto of the DB, which meant knowledge is perfection. He was well aware that it had nothing to do with it, but he suddenly felt like showing off. Impressed and taken aback, Mrs. Yashmil simply stared at Dylan with silent admiration. He made a comment, then headed down the stairs. He was on the ninth floor and everyone else used the elevator. But he wanted to keep himself in shape. Finally, he found himself in the city. A city with tall skyscrapers and digital lights in the background. On its left, two robots were caring for the condominium gardens and in front of it was a smooth and high-quality asphalt road. Even the lamp posts were in excellent condition and illuminated the street with a strong white light. All ground-floor shops had plexiglass windows where their products were displayed. At the end of the avenue, in a small square, a huge LED screen displayed advertisements. This was Nordent, a city, as the name suggests, north of the Nation, a few kilometers away from the Iron Mountain valley. It was in the midst of development, with scaffolding scattered around and towering cement and steel skyscrapers that appeared to want to crush the tiny commuters heading somewhere, amidst traffic lights, advertising screens, and LED lights at building entrances. At an intersection, the tram tracks were filled with serious and silent people returning from work, dressed impeccably as recommended. Yet, it was also a place where people felt extraordinarily lonely: Apart from Dylan, there were very few people left, dominated by the urban and artificial space. The verb of the blue era, as Aedostul called that present, was the domination of technology and science over humans. As a result, more things had been built - and were still being built - than were needed even in the best-case scenario. It was as if the air was saturated with some new energy that could only be released by following one's own manual skills and ingenuity. It was not only difficult to imagine an "open" environment without overcrowded buildings but also without alchemical and electronic devices, which seemed to fill the world to bursting point. At every corner, there was always a flickering light connected to a computer, intent on signaling something. It was impossible to do without all those technological innovations: The entrances had plates similar to Dylan's apartment, banking operations were now only done electronically, as were purchases, driving cars, registering somewhere, and even parking required online communication (each place had a virtual 3D model). One could thank MainDOB, nicknamed the universal operating system, for making everything work. The DST operating system had generated as a side effect a certain uniformity of design, both in electronic interfaces and object aesthetics. In return, everything was interconnected and compatible with any other machine, which was an absolutely fantastic result. MainDOB was also programmable to a certain extent, allowing automations to adapt to every need. But the real breakthrough was in biosystems like the one Dylan had implanted, where the boundary between thought and external information was not so defined. He just had to imagine something, like an image and transfer it to MainDOB, which could save it to the system disk or even share or print it. Someone - not him - could even have long conversations without speaking. Or watch a movie, listen to music without lifting a finger. The fact that MainDOB - among other things - also operated external equipment and its predisposition to interoperability could make possible actions that until then had been only dreamed of, such as turning off lights with one's thoughts or using telepathy to see what was happening at home when one was away. Dylan knew very little about alchemical technology, but one thing he was certain of - and even children knew it - was that alchemy was made of the same substance as thoughts and as such, they changed. Hence the name alchemy. How it also worked with computers and electronic devices was a mystery that had always fascinated Dylan (and was fairly easy to unravel with a simple search), but he preferred to maintain the image of Michelle Suzanne Dob, the brilliant founder of DST, as a hero capable of doing the impossible. Another innovation of the DST were the small metallic robots working on a construction site on the right side of the street. The official name was an unpronounceable combination of numbers and letters, but everyone called them Dob's Children. They were small aluminum and whitish plastic humanoid robots with lunatic camera-eyes, a round and bulging head, and an expression that expressed a tender mix of childlike surprise and shyness. They were not only equipped with rather agile joints for androids, but were also able to carry out any task that their owner had explained to them clearly enough. All one had to do was speak in natural language, and if a real person could understand, then a child could too. For example, in the case of an order like "wash the dishes and put them in the second drawer", the child already knew that the drawer in question couldn't be the pantry. If, once opened, it did not contain the expected contents, it closed it to try elsewhere. A marvel of robotics that DST competitors had not even come close to, despite numerous attempts. Like other artifacts of the company, they were equipped with an internal anti-analysis mechanism that overloaded the android as soon as someone tried to take it apart. Alchemy, moreover, by its very nature, was difficult to interpret. Dylan had promised himself to buy one as soon as he could afford it - he was holding back expenses just for that purpose - not that he needed it much, but it was one of those experiences to try. And who would ever say no to a faithful servant ready to execute any order at any time? "Hey beautiful," the boy said. A real street punk, with scruffy jeans and a black synthetic leather coat. He had a blocky expression, a pointed chin, and gold earrings in his earlobes. The girl, on the other hand, said nothing. She was pretty small and gave the impression of being a journalist or psychologist. "Can you hear me, dear? I'm talking to you." "Leave me... alone... you beast," she said. In response, the guy grabbed the gray bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Come on, let's just get to know each other, huh? Let's grab a coffee..." "She said no," someone behind them said, a deep male voice. The guy turned, only to find himself face to face with a blue uniform at his own height. He had to lift his head to see a face. Dylan's face. That look was so cold and loaded with hatred... he felt an instant shiver. "People like you are trash, you know that?" The seducer tried to make a move, but it was no match for Dylan's modules. "You're not such a tough guy anymore, are you? See what happens when you act like a pig?" And the guy began to struggle like a caught prey. "Let go of me, let go of me... you half-man without balls!" "You violated Article 4 of the Daijchean-bis law. I should shoot you..." Then Dylan turned his gaze to the woman. "What do you say, miss? Should I shoot him?" "N...no! Don't do it, officer!" "I'm a ranger," Dylan muttered. It was unclear whether he was more disappointed because she had confused him with a simple policeman or because he had been prevented from shooting. Dylan snorted slightly, then gestured for the man to let go. He took advantage of the opportunity to try to move away. He couldn't have done anything more wrong: Dylan was still holding him by the wrist. With his other arm, he raised his fist and brought down all the force he had on the guy's elbow. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. With a broken arm. A piercing scream followed, while a circle of onlookers applauded Dylan. "You should get some pepper spray, miss. Or better yet, a gun," Dylan said. The woman nodded, trembling from what had just happened. "Th...thank you..." She only realized afterwards that she had said those words to the wind because Dylan had already left. That little incident had stolen too much of his time. Such sexual deviant techniques were already rare events, but the Daijchean law - in force for about two years - had officially abolished that deplorable practice. Daijchean (the legislator) was a woman about thirty-five years old, a good friend of Aedostul and a former DST employee. The DB's objective was to remove all sexual distortions from human affairs: they firmly believed that once freed from such distractions, human beings would develop the highest professionalism possible and focus on scientific advancement and efficiency. Any sexual approach, like the one Dylan had witnessed, was severely punished, or even with lethal injection. Another article of the Daijchean law established a sort of "scale of morality" that ranged from 1 to 10. Morally "healthy" people, i.e., cold and detached, had high scores, and if the score was below 6, they could be denied some career opportunities. Individuals with low scores were strongly discriminated against by society, to the point where Dylan considered them trash. The Daijchean law also advocated gender equality. For the DB, men and women were perfectly equal, to the point where it was impossible to assume whether an electrician or a mechanic was male or female. Clothes were now unisex, with colors ranging from blue, gray, and beige. For this reason, Daijchean was considered a heroine of female advancement in society. Moreover, the DB and society had become so focused on efficiency and coldness that they abolished terms like "he" and "she," replaced by "it." For example, if talking in the third person about someone, one had to say "it told me" or "it is tired now," regardless of whether they were referring to a man or a woman. Human beings called each other using "it," just like objects. Dylan vividly remembered a interview of Daijchean on the matter" "I'm neither a feminist nor a masculinist. To me, these concepts are meaningless. I'm interested in the intellectual value of human beings; the rest can disappear". The law passed with surprisingly little opposition and rapid times (it was clear that it represented a milestone in DB ideology), followed by a media and social revolution aimed at what Aedostul had clearly defined as the annihilation of differences.
CHATBOT: The category desired by the society in this story is efficiency, technological advancement, and coldness. The society values intelligence and professionalism over emotions, sexual relations, and personal expression. For those who value individuality and human connection, this society may be undesirable. Additionally, those who are deemed morally "unhealthy" or have low scores on the morality scale may face discrimination.
CHATBOT: It can be argued that this is a benevolent dictatorship as the DB group, who are in power, are dedicated to improving the human race and have guaranteed high levels of comfort and safety to citizens. However, the society is also highly regulated and individual freedom is limited, indicating that the people may not have complete autonomy or democracy. Ultimately, the interpretation of whether it is a benevolent dictatorship or not is subjective and depends on one's views on the balance between individual freedom and governmental control.