nucmednet Chapter 363 The Social Republic of America Stands Tall
Chapter 363 The Social Republic of America Stands Tall
The war ended in a bizarre way. The North, at least for now, Amelancy lost the entire North, but it did not fall into enemy hands; rather, it was lost in a way that no one had ever imagined.
Half a month after the "Northern Incident," as the gunfire ceased over the Central Continent, the Central Continent battlefield of World War I came to an end. In this war that began with an economic crisis, the war between the old power of Amelansi and the new old empire—the Lucy Empire—came to a close. During the war, Lasvia was re-established, and the Yugoslava Social Federal Republic successfully unified the entire Yugoslava nation, replacing the Balkans.
Before Alice stood a whole group of former generals, military leaders, and high-ranking civilian officials from the former Amerlane. They were either executives, interior ministers, defense officials, or military commanders from the Federal Republic era.
When they stood before Alice, it meant that there would be no second leader for Amelancy in the future—Cardinal Alice de la Leigh, and that the new nation—the Amelancy Social Republic Alliance—would stand tall on the western coast of the central continent.
"Gentlemen, we express our gratitude for your support, just as we did more than a decade ago."
Alice's promise to them was simple—Amerlancy was at its lowest point. Although the war between the two countries had ended in a truce, there was no hope of reclaiming the North, Amerlancy's northern territory, in the short term. This was not something that war could solve; the North's investigation report had been on their desks for a long time.
Corruption, chaos, and economic downturn permeated the entire country. Although the old civic consciousness had successfully united the entire Amelancy, what Alice saw was that despite the war, the Amelancy people had not fully awakened—in Dela Leyé, there was nightly revelry, and in Versacenia, there was constant drinking and feasting—in the places where she had once fought, everything old, rotten, and decadent remained.
She used to entrust everything to the people, but the power of the people is not comparable to their wisdom—without a common will to lead them, without a direction to guide their progress, this power can also be a source of internal friction.
Alice knew she was not omnipotent, nor perfect or great, so she entrusted these things to an unprecedented project—an automated society—which she called "Project Long March."
OGAS—the All-Union Automated Management System—will henceforth cease to be an auxiliary system and become a complete social automated management system that completely takes over all aspects of human society.
The resistance she will encounter will be considerable—an automated society would be a fatal and thorough blow to bureaucrats and capitalists. If the current proletarian social revolution is an attack on capitalism, and private ownership still has room to operate, and even a chance to make a comeback, then an automated society—a truly directive, planned, and demand-based economy—will completely eradicate the foundations of private ownership. This would be built on a society of extreme material abundance, where the means of production truly belong to all workers.
Alice looked at the people before her—she nodded—"Well then, gentlemen, let's go. We should go back. There are still many people waiting for an outcome, hoping for a dawn. The path to the revival of Amelia, no, of all humanity, is now at our feet."
Alice donned her coat—if ten years ago Alice was a spirited, impetuous young leader, then today, clad in her coat and stepping into the staggering, cold wind, she might be the weary return of a leader who has been in a long period of decline—no vampire name throughout history can compare to Alice's, and no vampire is like Alice—among those glorious titles and legendary tales, who would have thought that she looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and that her complexion is paler than before?
Alice boarded the train, the railway from Trian to Port Hilla, the first railway of the civilization she had personally helped design and build in Amelansi. The roar of magical light and steam had long since faded, and now internal combustion engines, magical fusion reactors, and electrified railways propelled these land railways forward with a roar.
Now that Trian has been restored, when Alice returned to Trian, nearly 100,000 citizens of the city flocked to her. Regardless of how they had evaluated Alice in the past, or how the previous government had downplayed her, no one would forget that it was this lovely "girl" who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old who led them forward from the dark pre-industrial era, establishing a national identity for all races on this land, and building Amelansi—the beacon of freedom for this continent.
The streets were teeming with people—though Alice didn't mention it, wherever she went, sparks of a proletarian revolution were ignited—America had the most intellectuals in the country—before, they were called scholars, before that, they were called prophets, and now, America's university students had become the country's newest generation. The textbooks and theories left by Alice more or less influenced this newest generation, who grew up under the America tricolor flag, giving them a natural foundation to support a proletarian revolution.
The most radical group regarding the revolution of proletarian consciousness is actually the students—through their intentional or unintentional actions and appeals—the revolution that Alice hoped for is taking place.
The train headed south—fighter jets and the lead train ran side by side.
The Great Cardinal Alice is about to arrive in her most loyal city of Dela Leyeh
The Declaration of the Alliance of Social Republics of America has been issued!
Alice looked out the window. She remembered how she had traveled south along this railway, sweeping across a country—from a time traveler and hero to a vampire princess, president, leader, and now the cardinal. She recalled every detail and savored every moment—the train beneath her feet, the ultra-high voltage magic outside the window—the power transmission system. Without her, it would never have been possible for them to stand on this land today.
She knew that as a time traveler, her achievements had exceeded her expectations when she first arrived in this world. She had once vowed to change this world and make it the way she knew it. But she never expected that the male version of herself had disappeared. Now, the reflection in the train window was of a white-haired, red-eyed girl—wearing a red shirt and a black formal jacket, with a casual sash draped over her chest—and her hand touched a pair of sunglasses that someone had placed on the table.
She suddenly felt homesick, not for Trian's home, but for her tiny apartment in that small city on Earth. But so many years had passed, and even the timeline and the world were no longer the same. She suddenly wondered what she could do after all this was over—maybe after it was over.
That's settled then. Once everything settles down, once humanity stands tall again, once the Earth returns to their sight, she'll retire and become a school teacher.