Chapter 351: The end-game


    Cervantez was not a man-whore, nor did he have any tendencies to be a prostitute for information, hence when the president suggested that he sleep with her to get the information he wanted, he felt instantly repulsed.


    Internally, he wondered as to just how fucked up the president had to be to even suggest such a thing, however, externally he maintained a calm face.


    “How about I give you another bottle of this delicious champagne instead ma’am? I’m kind of saving myself till marriage–” Cervantez suggested, as he tried to decline the president’s advance without trying to offend her with his rejection.


    “Saving yourself till marriage? What year is this child? 1999? Grow up!” President Verma said, scoffing, as she did not Cervantez’s excuse that he was saving himself till marriage.


    “I already have someone I love… and I’m faithful” Cervantez said, trying to plead his way out of this tricky situation, as although he wanted this information badly, he did not wish to pimp himself out to obtain it.


    “Hmmm…. Alright, I guess it won’t be enjoyable if you’re going to do it with a sullen face.


    I’ll settle for two bottles of that Champagne instead–” President Verma said, as Cervantez let out a sigh of relief.


    “Done!” He said, locking that deal as the President began giving him the information that he was looking for. “The ss that you are assigned at the start of the game is based on your physical attributes and your memories.


    I’m sure you know about this, since every yer has gone through the initial evaluation” President Verma started, as Cervantez nodded in acknowledgement.


    “The deal that we made with the aliens is that they will give everyone that boards the Arc Ship a ce to stay on Terra Nova, as long as they y the induction game ‘Terra Nova Online’ 12 hours every single day during the journey.


    This game is like a skill-training induction, since the inhabitants of Terra Nova do not wish for skill-less immigrants toe to their, but are weing of highly skilledbor.


    The whole concept of assigning a ss at the start of the game and not allowing yers to change their ss once it is assigned, is because the aliens have already made a fix-quota of how manyborers they want and which ss they wish for them to correspond to.


    So say for example they have set the quota for ‘Swordsman’ ss yers to 100, then only 100 yers who are best suited for the ss ‘swordsman’ will get it, while the 101st guy, will get a different ss, regardless of whether or not his personal talents were best suited for the sword or not.


    Naturally, while the example that I gave you is pretty rudimentary and simple, the real calction is much moreplex.


    There are hundreds of thousands of sses with hundreds of thousands of quota’s for each ss, so the broad picture is not easy to understand, however, based on our research, we the past government have an understanding that over 85% of the yers have been assigned to abat ss.


    Although we are not sure as to why this bias exists, it is our assumption that most humans are going to be deployed in a war effort once they reach Terra Nova, with the aliens recruiting our best talents to fight on the front lines,” president Verma said, as her words confirmed the hypothesis that Cervantez was already working on.


    The aliens were grooming humans to be skilled migrants for their and were most likely nning to use them as additional man-power for their war effort.


    “Oh…. Well thank you for this information, this clears up a lot of confusion for me” Cervantez said, as he genuinely thanked President Verma for this piece of information.


    “If Earth wasn’t dying, we would have never given up power or thrown our fates in the hands of aliens.


    However, the grim reality of Earth was that our home was dying, and it was dying fast.


    If we would not have left Earth, then Earth would have swallowed us alive instead, and migration was our only option for survival.


    From the moment we boarded this ship, I was no longer the president of the United States, and my rights and privileges became the same as any other passenger aboard this ship.


    However, regardless of how themon people feel about me, I still spend my days tracking the wider picture alongside some other government employees and make contingency ns for if they someday betray our faith” President Verma said, as she told Cervantez the truth about how she was spending her days.


    It was true that themon people hated her, as to them she was nothing more than a lying piece of scumbag, however, in reality, she was neither purely evil, nor a saint, as she just like every other human was a shade of gray.


    In her own way, she was looking after the people of Earth as best as she could, although she did not have the power to do much aboard this ship.


    “I see….. so what do you think is their end-game?” Cervantez asked, feeling curious as to what the president thought was the ultimate goal of the aliens.


    “I think their end game is to select a few highly skilled individuals who have extraordinary potential and nurture them with all their resources.


    Although I don’t know why….. but I strongly believe that the aliens don’t have the concept of a ‘Collective Whole’.


    They don’t seem to think that all humans are created equal and that all of us possess the same potential for greatness.


    For them, one individual can be worth equal to a hundred thousand others and their treatment towards that one special individual is biased too.


    And while I’m not sure about what their end-game is, what I am sure about, is that rankers like ‘TheBoss’ and yourself will have a very different life on Terra Novapared to mostmoners” President Verma said, as she gave Cervantez an ominous fore-warning.