Chapter 1 Beautiful West Coast The sunset scenery on the west coast is pretty good. Zhang Ailun sat on the lawn by the street, feeling the breeze on his face. The temperature was neither hot nor cold, but he felt a little dreadful. He was holding a bottle of Dr. Pepper 0% soda from a relief station. It was cherry flavored. He remembered that this stuff was not cheap in China in his previous life. The taste was really bad. No wonder it was distributed to the homeless. The streets of Los Angeles are bustling with people. There are two- or three-story commercial buildings with walls painted in light yellow and rose red. There are 24-hour supermarkets, discount clothing stores, street scenes, sidewalks, and traffic lights on the street. And...the relief station with a long queue in front of it, the colorful graffiti walls, the cracked ground, the trash cans everywhere and the homeless people leaning against the wall. The air was filled with a mixture of stench, fragrance, smoke and all kinds of smells. What cannot be ignored is that from today on, he is also one of them. God knows why I arrived at the West Coast as soon as I opened my eyes. At the beginning, I had no dog, no identity, and even no tent. I only wore a pair of beach pants and no shoes.
What a hellish start to urban survival mode!! He took a sip of the hard-to-swallow cherry soda and squeezed it down with a bitter face. After thinking it over, I decided to take advantage of the fact that the shelters and food trucks on various places on Skid Row are still open, and go to queue up to get two bottles of Dr. Pepper and a large bottle of wall water for free. No psychological pressure. The old Buddha has paid the money. [Daily Intelligence: Every Wednesday, you can go to Shelter No. 326 to get a new mobile phone for free. You need to register your basic identity information.] [Daily Intelligence: A homeless man died in the alley on 25th Street in the Fifth District, with $4 in his right pocket.] [Daily Information: The Baal Relief Food Truck will provide beef pasta meals, freshly squeezed juices and iced fruit platters at 18:30 on Markie Street. ] [Daily Intelligence Weight: E-level. Based on current social status, influence, and assets, provide up to three random daily life or street gang related activities every day. The scope includes relief stations, garbage recycling stations, commercial activities, personal privacy, daily work, gang transactions, etc.] [Life skills: Driving skill (amateur), mixed martial arts (professional), shooting skill (novice)...] I took out my Chinese mobile phone, but it showed no signal. I opened an app called Simulation Life. The gta game has brought family members into reality. Fortunately, I know English, so I don’t have to be a mute. This app inexplicably appeared on Zhang Ailun's phone and could not be uninstalled, but it could be transferred to other electronic devices under his name, such as sports bracelets, iPads, tablets, LCD glasses, etc. Very good, I have dreamed that in the distant future, I bought a private island in the Gulf of Columbia and named it Perico. The island is home to all kinds of cutting-edge scientific and technological talents and heavy firepower from the blue planet, and I can dominate the world. I sit in my bunker, watching the satellite positioning and commanding the space-based artillery to blow up America with one shot! (No) As for now, I'd better go get the relief meal and think about where I can spend the night. Get a free cell phone. This scheme is no different from offering a free shampoo when you sign up for a membership card. It is common in California and other regions, and a lot of personal information is leaked in this way. There is no good thing that comes cheap. Never believe that pie will fall from the sky. Zhang Ailun just stood up and was about to find a trash can to put the bottle in, when a white boy came over with a black trash bag full of cans and transparent plastic bottles.
"Hey man, can I have your bottle?" man? woman? Zhang Ailun hesitated. "My name is Dominic, I know what you're thinking, man! I'm a man." The white boy's gentle face exudes kindness, with long blond hair, delicate features, and no Adam's apple. He wears a gray Adidas sweatshirt, light gray, somewhat worn jeans, and black sneakers. He smiled and held out his hand for the can, "Can you give me the can? I need this." "My name is Alan." Zhang Ailun decisively stuffed the bottle into his hand and answered fluently in English: "I don't mean to discriminate against you, but you are so beautiful, man! If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have been able to tell your gender. Has anyone ever said that you look like Bern Anderson?" "Thank you. Who is that?" Dominic took the can and asked with some confusion. "An actor who looks like an angel when he is young and looks like God when he is old." "Wo~" Although Dominic had never heard of them, the descriptions of angel and God did make him somewhat interested. But he was not too happy. He shook his head and said, "Thank you for praising me, but I don't like my appearance. You know, there are a lot of homeless people in the Fifth Street District. People like me have to be careful on the street and can't be stupid, because there are many people who will deliberately cause trouble for you, bully you, and want to use your back door!" Zhang Ailun agreed with his words very much. Because men with normal sexual orientation like him think the other person is very beautiful and want to touch his face, let alone those gays. "Hey, man, what's going on with you now? Are you homeless?" Zhang Ailun felt confused. Seeing that he was a talkative man with an Asian face and good looks, Dominic put down the garbage bag in his hand and sat next to him. He said, "Nothing, it's just that my relationship with my mother is not good. We often quarrel. I don't like living in that house, so I ran away from home." Zhang Ailun was surprised and said, "Really? Maybe you can try to reconcile with your family. It's better than wandering around alone outside." Dominic shrugged. "The reasons are complicated. When my dad was still alive, my mom was having affairs outside without my dad's knowledge. After my dad passed away, she often brought people home to have affairs. Sometimes they were Asians, sometimes they were Mexicans, blacks, or Indians. She brought people home to drink, party, and have sex. The noise kept the neighbors awake at night, and we were often reported. She also had no regard for my feelings at all." "I couldn't stand it anymore so I ran away from home. In the two and a half years that I was wandering on the streets, she never came to me once. I think she might be better off without me." "..." Zhang Ailun didn't know what to say for a moment. "Your decision may not be wrong..." But running away from home doesn't seem to be any better. Relying on relief from shelters and charitable organizations may ensure that you will not starve to death, but living in the open air will easily lead to many bad habits and encounter many people with bad tempers. This damn American happy education. Many young homeless people on the streets also have families, but due to various reasons and problems with their original families, they are forced to run away from home. In the end, they all end up in the same place, either being caught stealing and becoming a frequent jailer, or becoming in debt or becoming a drug addict. Once homeless, always homeless. "Dominic, are you an adult?" Zhang Ailun was a little curious.
"Don't underestimate me, okay? I'm actually nineteen years old." Dominic smiled and said, "You wouldn't have thought that my other Texas driver's license identity is 26 years old." "Oh, then you can enter and exit clubs and bars freely." Zhang Ailun laughed. America. A beacon of world civilization. A country where fake certificates are rampant. In schools alone, more than half of the students have fake IDs, which they use to buy cigarettes and alcohol, stay in hotels, go to bars, and enter clubs. There are so many of them that it is impossible to keep track of them all. As long as it's not stupid enough for a 17-year-old white high school student to use a 21-year-old black person's driver's license ID to buy alcohol at a convenience store and say that he has vitiligo, then you can rest assured. The police department doesn't care about this. Identity issues are the responsibility of the Immigration Bureau, but they sit in offices and don't walk around the streets, so basically no one cares. As long as you don't do stupid things like bombing the Pentagon, no one will have the time to investigate you, a useless loser. "As many people have said, America has only 300 million people in real life, but there are more than 1 billion people and identities registered on the Internet. Where are the remaining 700 million people? Are they ghosts?" Zhang Ailun said with a smile. "That's right, welcome to the free West Coast!" Dominic stretched out his fist and bumped it with each other. "Thanks for your warm welcome, man. If I had a choice, I would still like to sleep in in my own bed." Zhang Ailun felt a little helpless. There are still three pounds of nails in the rotten boat. The West Coast is not a nice place. "Dominic, can you tell me where you got your Texas ID?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Of course. It's not like it's a secret." Dominic said frankly: "You just need to go online to the OnlyFake website, pay $15, use the neural network and generator to create a fake California driver's license, including any specified name, personal information, address, expiration date and signature." “This way, you can effectively apply for an online bank card in California, drive a motor vehicle, transfer a house, buy cigarettes and alcohol, authenticate your real name on social software, log in to an online shopping platform account, and use facial recognition on cryptocurrency exchanges.” "It's a little bit difficult to do it offline. Barcodes and passport chips require more professional equipment to produce, and more professional people to print them. Fake documents will be exposed once the immigration bureau checks them online." "But in most cases, as long as you don't travel abroad, don't run around, and are not a wanted criminal in the state, no one will go online to investigate you." Teaching people how to make fake certificates. If you dare to do this in other countries, you will definitely suffer the consequences! But this is America. The police chief's own son has a bunch of messy documents in his hands. Politicians always choose to default on some sensitive topics. Since the advent of AI, the fake evidence effect has become more rampant, with online being more effective than offline, foreign identities being better than domestic identities, and out-of-state identities being better than local identities. Because the farther away you are, the more lazy you are to verify. In the past, you had to rely on Photoshop to make the details of the hand buckle and then print it out for packaging. Now you can use pure AI programming to find loopholes, which is simply invincible. But fake is fake, and fake is also fake. If you want a real legal identity, you can only spend money and go through formal channels. This is the rule of the bald eagle. Now Zhang Ailun has just come here, he has no money and no connections. At least making a fake one can fool the ordinary departments. [Disguise ID : Dominic taught you some relevant skills. ]
Free America, gun battles every day. (End of this chapter)