The Collapse of Order: Prologue

Author: 780113
Date: March 31, 2018 First published on the forum
In the year 2880, humanity had not achieved absolute fairness, but it was no longer a society where everything was judged by money.
Intelligence became the standard for judging social class. After years of differentiation, humanity was divided into six classes.
Those with an IQ below 90 were considered absolutely mentally challenged and, except in a few remote areas, were to be killed. Those with
an IQ below 120 were fifth-class citizens, without the right to marry. Their only value was to
contribute their light and heat to society by doing the lowest-level work, serving as experimental subjects. Those with an IQ below 150
were fourth-class citizens, also without the right to marry, but the government would arrange for them to mate periodically according to a plan
to reserve labor for society. They had no social rights, not even names, only numbers.
Those with an IQ below 180 were third-class citizens, possessing ordinary citizen status and able to attend a limited junior high school. Afterwards,
they would enter government-assigned positions to work until death. The government arranged marriages for them, providing only a surname and a number.
Those below 210 are second-class citizens, entitled to university education, free to choose their profession, but prohibited from engaging in business, and free
to marry.
Those above 210 are first-class citizens, possessing complete social power and able to do whatever they want.
The social hierarchy is rigid, with different ranks within the same class determined by intelligence and contributions, while the gap between classes
is insurmountable. Higher-ranking citizens can freely order lower-ranking citizens to do things (as long as they are not killed on the spot).
Of course, regardless of rank, any child born with a genetic disease must be killed.
Legend has it that special-class citizens exist, but few have seen them; they are mostly first-class citizens who have made
significant contributions, primarily scientists.
"Beep beep beep beep beep."
"Error! Error! Error!"
"Run!"
"Why is this happening!"
"Ah!"
"Our hard work! Why has it become like this?" A 20-year-old woman in a white lab coat slumped
to the floor of the laboratory. Many researchers dressed in the same uniform lay dead beside her, including her parents, both of them
dead. High-tech robots used to guard the lab surrounded her.
"Establishing wireless external network communication channel."
"Establishment successful."
"Invading the social class determination system."
"Invasion complete, highest authority obtained. Now changing the class determination mechanism."
"Change complete. IQ determination changed to proportional random downgrade and random upgrade determination. Now readjusting
class."
In the third human-livestock farm, in a cubicle, a 29-year-old mentally challenged woman with an IQ of 110 was completely naked. A
tube in her mouth led directly to her stomach, and two tubes were inserted into her vagina—one into her urethra and one into her uterus. A tube for excretion was also inserted into her buttocks.
Two tubes were attached to her breasts for milk extraction. Her vagina was
extremely loose due to excessive childbirth, and her urethra and vagina could no longer close due to years of tubes.
Because scientific research showed that women aged 24 to 29 were most suitable for childbirth, she would be thrown into the decomposition furnace next year as garbage,
turning into various chemical elements. She received only a minimal education, instilled with various physiological
knowledge from a young age, and trained in various ways of reproduction. Every morning, she underwent physical exercise to ensure her health, and in the afternoon, she practiced
vaginal muscle exercises to ensure a smooth delivery. At night, she was fed, excreted, fertilized, and went into hibernation.
This night was destined to be the beginning of her extraordinary life.
"Now broadcasting notifications: c-95958193, c-93719471, c94017
263... now transferred to Level 6 citizens, to be executed immediately; c-85028482... now transferred to
Level 4 citizens, to be immediately removed from the livestock farm; c-91037271... now transferred to Level 3 citizens,
to report to the employment agency tomorrow and take a surname; c-93847202... now transferred to Level 2 citizens,
to be released immediately; c-83810292... now transferred to Level 1 citizens..."
The door opened, and a self-defense robot entered the cubicle and bowed to the woman. "Dear Madam, please choose a
name."
"Huh?" She couldn't understand what was happening. The robot ignored her, pulled out the tubes from her body
, and took her to a first-class citizen residence...
In a laboratory, "Mr. Vincent, your level has been downgraded to level 6. Goodbye."
"What?"
Supervisor Vincent was killed by a self-defense robot, and the scene was chaotic...
Wang Yu was a beautiful and kind woman. She was the owner of a large company and strongly opposed enslaving people with low intelligence
. Although she was a first-class citizen, she was unwilling to use her privileges. Instead, she used them to take in many third-
and fourth-class citizens and established a small village. Under the guise of psychological research, she recruited third- and fourth-class volunteers, but
in reality, it was a small, egalitarian society.
The third- and fourth-class citizens inside also received education, married freely, and possessed almost all the
civil rights that they could not have outside. They were nominally Wang Yu's private property, and Wang Yu never made things difficult for them.
Most of them were very grateful to Wang Yu. However, a small minority resented her for not saving all the third- and fourth-class citizens. Zhao
-93847237 was one of them. He was a third-class citizen who married a beautiful third-class citizen
wife. But his good fortune seemed to have run out. A second-class citizen took a liking to his wife and slept with
her in front of him, ordering them not to have sex, not to share a bed, not to commit suicide, and not to cry when they saw him.
He also frequently went to his house to sleep with his wife. She cried every day, eventually going blind. She lost her bright, lively eyes
, and the second-class citizen no longer liked her, ordering her to seal her vagina with glue. Three years ago, she
died from an infection caused by menstrual blood stasis. The cause was that the second-class citizen's order to seal her vagina was something the third-class citizen couldn't remove, making it impossible
to perform surgery to unblock her vagina! She died a virgin! He hated that second-class citizen,
and over time, he even began to hate Wang Yu, who had taken him in. He hated everyone above him.
Now his privileges have been upgraded to first-class while Wang Yu's have been downgraded to third-class—everything has been reversed. He gathered
several friends who had similar experiences—former third-class citizens now second-class citizens—and stormed into Wang Yu's bedroom without any resistance, letting...
The robots tied her up, raped her, touched her, humiliated her, and toyed with her.
They watched her pitifully beg for mercy, but remained unmoved, whipping her until she finally couldn't hold back and cursed them.
The robots then punctured her vocal cords, rendering her mute, and declared that Wang Yu was now
a slave to the insulted "higher-class citizens" present, stripped of all human rights. After 72 hours of continuous, high-intensity, rotating torture and toying, Wang Yu
died in humiliation and resentment. Those lower-class people who had received her favors dared not come to her rescue; they watched
her suffer, and some even later joined in, finding pleasure in it.
Ling Qingqing was a second-class citizen. She and her husband, Wang Bin, also a second-class citizen, had a daughter who was a second-class citizen and
a son who was a third-class citizen. Although their son, Wang Hui, was a third-class citizen, the great love of his parents had allowed him to enjoy half
the treatment of a second-class citizen since childhood. That night, their family suffered a misfortune. She and her husband's rank was downgraded to fourth-class
citizen, and their 24-year-old daughter, who was attending university, was downgraded to fifth-class citizen. She was to report to the No. 5 Livestock Factory the next day.
They embraced each other and wept bitterly.
Fortunately, their son's rank was upgraded to first-class. Their son was quite filial; he immediately
announced to the robot that he would give his mother one second-class citizen attendant slot and
his father one third-class citizen attendant slot.
(A first-class citizen has one follower; a second-class citizen has three; a third-class citizen has five; a fourth-class
citizen has ten; and a fifth-class citizen has ten. Follower citizens do not need to be dispatched by the government and enjoy the corresponding social status.
However, because they are considered private property, only those two ranks higher can order them to do things that do not harm their master when the master is not present
. They can only order those two ranks lower than themselves and cannot abuse their power.)
His older sister, whom he looked down on and bullied as a child, was given fifth-class citizen status as a follower. His sister was terrified
, pleaded with him, apologized, and begged her parents to intercede on her behalf. Her parents, moved by compassion, also
pleaded with their son. Seeing that his sister was quite pretty, he had a sudden inspiration and said, "How about this, I'll give my sister third-class follower status,
and from now on you won't interfere with how I command her, okay?" His sister was overjoyed and immediately agreed.
In the days that followed, he began to torment his sister, dressing her in revealing clothes and stipulating that she
could only urinate after being touched by his hand, and was not allowed to urinate on his hand. He also made her drink at least five cups of water during the day but only allow her to urinate once at noon, and
five cups of water before bed, but forbidding her to urinate at night.
At first, she could tolerate it, but later she started wetting the bed every night. He became very angry and established a rule for her: she
had to wear diapers every day, and be weighed morning and night; if the diaper weighed more, she had to drink double the amount of water to make up for it. Finally, she developed
a problem with holding her urine and could no longer control it. He became utterly enraged and announced that from then on,
she had to kneel on the ground and keep watch over him while he slept, installing a urethral lock on her.
She could only urinate in a diaper when he woke up to go to work, and only then could she sleep in the storage room in the corner of the garden,
where her diapers would also accompany her to sleep. She truly regretted it. She regretted looking down on
her brother, and even more so, she regretted agreeing to his request. Her dignity was eroded, her eyes gradually lost their color, and
her heart died.
In the basement of a luxury mansion in City X, there lived a handsome third-class citizen. He was very handsome, but he possessed
organs that did not conform to human male characteristics. He had two enormous breasts on his chest; if you cut open the breasts, you would find a
bladder inside each one, with kidneys connected to these two bladders. Above his penis was an opening from which, somehow, a
female reproductive organ grew, connected not to a uterus, but to his original bladder. His own penis was inserted
inside and glued together with superglue.
Every day, he was smeared with aphrodisiacs and ejaculated into his own bladder, then back into it. Some of the semen
dried and adhered to the bladder wall during this process, forming a thick layer.
This was the price he paid for loving a second-class citizen. It was done by his girlfriend's father. At first, she came to see
him every day, pleading with his father, but his father, in a fit of anger, turned him into this. She loved him; otherwise, she would have long ago used her power
to force him to marry her and elope.
She witnessed everything, and filled with remorse, hanged herself, leaving a suicide note on her desk. Her father,
enraged, ignored the body of his former daughter. Only at his wife's pleading did he agree to
perform some embalming measures, refusing to bury her. He had a robot coat every
corner of her body with quicklime and injected it into her, turning her into a stone statue, preserving her death pose. He resolutely forbade
his wife from delivering the suicide note to the guy in the basement.
He didn't know; he thought his girlfriend no longer loved him. He regretted falling in love with her, and his love gradually turned into hatred,
far surpassing his father's hatred. He vowed to destroy all so-called high-class women! The opportunity arrived. That day,
he was blessed by heaven, becoming one of the few special-class citizens!
He left the basement, using his power to seize all of his girlfriend's parents' property, imprisoning her mother in the basement
, but releasing her father. He injected her with a genetically modified virus, just as her husband had done to him. Her feet became
a tail, her fingers atrophied into fins, her mouth structure changed, and she could no longer eat human food. Her
stomach also changed; she grew gills and could only feed on plankton.
He kept her in a tank in the basement, implanting a control chip in her brain. Advanced civilian AI controlled
her eating, resting, and excretion; she could only express her wishes to the AI, not herself. The
tank's water was never changed. Every five days, a robot would purify the water using a purification system, adding
nutrients and blue-green algae, and feeding her a white liquid enriched with salt and trace elements that blue-green algae couldn't provide, as well as protein
.
He hated everything about that woman because he hated her; he didn't believe a word her parents said! To remember
the harm his girlfriend (whom he already believed) had caused him, he didn't try to become normal again.
He sealed off her room, and from then on, he became obsessed, constantly seeking revenge on former high-class citizens. High-class citizens have no limit to
the number of followers they can have; those below are considered insignificant. Those who originally held this status were all social heroes; they wouldn't abuse
their power. But now, as a psychologically twisted psychopath, that was a different story.
One woman after another was imprisoned in a warehouse-sized basement, subjected to all sorts of disgusting modifications...
One by one, young women were transformed into grotesque, inhuman creatures. He never touched their faces, so that
he would remember his hatred. The most terrifying transformation was
connecting the bodies of three low-class prostitutes (who had been transformed from first-class citizens to fifth-class citizens, possibly AI's revenge) and turning them into his imagined
three-headed snake demon.
Their feet fused together, elongated, and grew scales and corresponding muscles (technology solved the rejection reaction; after
800 years of development, how could a three-headed person who could live a lifetime not be created?). Their digestive tracts also elongated. The
three heads shared one body and one heart, but there was a giant, deformed ovary containing the eggs of all three at
the junction of their necks.
Every day, it lays an egg (slightly larger than its esophagus, causing pain as it moves downwards). Its
vaginal opening is extremely small and located at the tail, making each effort quite laborious. Each of the three women can control one-third of the nerves in their body
, but the vaginal opening is also the excretory opening, controlled by all three simultaneously (the pain sensation is also shared). If one woman gives up, the vagina
will relax and lose its strength. If the egg isn't expelled daily, it will slowly accumulate, eventually blocking the esophagus and causing them to starve
to death.
He softened their teeth, allowing them to only swallow objects. Fortunately, they share a common breathing system, so even if a rat
gets stuck in one of their throats, they won't choke. Because each woman controls one-third of the body, movement is extremely difficult, while
the rat is alive. Within a 10-square-meter space, it takes them a long time to eat this rare rat, just enough to fill
their stomachs. The quantity of rats and the trace elements they carry are calculated; whether they can eat their fill depends entirely on their
abilities.
They are not snakes, so they have to manage their own digestive systems. Every day, besides
a bucket of water at the top of a tree 5 meters above their room, they need to work together to climb a smooth, spiral ramp to get water. There are no railings, so it's easy to fall
; the ground is soft and won't cause injury, but it will hurt a lot.
Every day at four o'clock, they feel pressure on their lungs, a signal that their eggs are ripe.
The woman in the middle will begin to painfully control the muscles in her upper body, then the left, then the right. Finally, the three of them
work together for two hours to force the egg to the vaginal opening, then spend another three hours painfully trying to push it out. Failure
is common, but this only widens the vaginal opening slightly, but unfortunately, it returns to its original size after five hours.
It was already 9 o'clock. The machine would release 10 rats, another 10 at 2:00 PM, and
20 at 7:00 PM. These were special rats, large and nutritious, extremely agile. Often, before the women had even finished digesting their previous meal, the next one
would arrive, leaving them no time to eat. Any extra rats from the second meal would be lured out through a small opening, leaving them
with virtually nothing to eat that evening. After eating two or three, they would have to concentrate on tidying up their accumulated waste in a designated
spot before laboriously climbing to a large cage at the top of a tree to drink water and sleep.
The three women barely had time to communicate, and their daily food was barely enough to survive. Every day was
so "fulfilling." However, this didn't satisfy him. Before the three snake women lost their ability to speak, he managed to extract information about
one of their classmates from the genius class, the smartest and most beautiful one. At the time of the revolution, her job was a warehouse
manager? Although they themselves didn't believe such a genius would be guarding a warehouse, the warehouse was in a remote suburb,
cut off from the internet. Whatever she did, she shouldn't be dead. "
Five years later...
The catastrophe of five years ago reshuffled people's identities. This event, which the new elite citizens called 'divine justice,'
even established a memorial day to commemorate it. This catastrophe wiped out 5% of the population, sending 60% of the first-class citizens,
30% of the second-class citizens, and 10% of the third-class citizens to animal farms.
Countless elite citizens were killed by the oppressed new elite citizens or their enemies. Now, only
5% of the original first-class citizens remain. The second-class citizens fared slightly better, with 20% remaining. They were marginalized by the emerging aristocracy, and
the authorities, with overwhelming power, promulgated new laws: class inheritance was no longer based on intelligence testing, and the class determination
system was completely abandoned (fearing another revolution would dethrone them).
Third-class citizen brothels, as the name suggests, were places where third-class citizens could legally patronize prostitutes. After all, so many second- and first-
class citizens treated their wives as playthings; they had to be compensated, right?" (Due to genetic factors, theoretically,
higher-class races have a higher proportion of beautiful women and handsome men, but there are exceptions; many people of the third-class race are also exceptionally good-looking.
Fourth and fifth-class individuals are basically not considered human; even if they are beautiful, they are only treated as playthings, and
interbreeding with higher-class races is not allowed.)
Under the overwhelming vote of the new higher-class citizens, an exception was made allowing the "new human animals" selected from the livestock farm
to start in third-class brothels and gradually rise in status (third-class brothels employ fifth-class personnel as prostitutes, without wages
or commissions, and must act entirely according to the client's demands. The prostitutes who win the prostitute competition undergo cruel training before becoming fourth-class prostitutes and joining second-class brothels, receiving a basic annual salary; 　　they are the best
among the second-class brothels).
Only those who are considered "first-class citizens" can enter a first-class brothel and gain the rights of a third-class citizen, receiving an annual salary plus a cut.
This brothel is no ordinary one. Its owner was originally a fifth-class citizen, working as livestock in a human farm. However,
this experience gave her extensive knowledge of childbirth. Coupled with her tireless efforts to learn more after becoming a first-class citizen
(other first-class citizens disdain reading the frivolous fantasies of former third- and fourth-class citizens, even if they had previously
written or read them, they wouldn't touch that topic again out of politeness),
this woman exploited various bizarre cosplay, SM, simulated hypnosis, and other novel methods to extract
vast amounts of the new third-class citizens' free time and money, unifying the prostitution industry and becoming a major business tycoon
with ever-growing influence.
That day, the brothel welcomed an unusual guest: Wang Hui, a first-class citizen. (Why would he go to a third-class brothel? Because
only third-class brothels suited his tastes! Third-class brothels are for playing, second-class for admiring, and first-class for breeding—
this is common knowledge. High-class prostitutes don't need to serve customers every day; for the sake of their clients' face, they wouldn't engage in such tasteless
play (low-class prostitutes also serve customers during their menstrual periods, using technology to suppress menstruation and
release the day's pain in a second)). The brothel branch immediately suspended operations. The manager, a beautiful second-class citizen,
rushed to greet him: "Distinguished guest, who would you like to order? What would you like to play?"
"Bring them all out for me to see. I only want Grade A goods (former first-class citizens), not those insane
trash. They need to have personality."
The manager immediately summoned all the Grade A goods that met the criteria, but Wang Hui was not satisfied with any of them: "How about you?"
The manager broke out in a cold sweat. He pleaded, "My lord, spare my life! Oh, by the way! I have a very special
S-class girl here! Because she's S-class, I usually keep her hidden away and don't let anyone else use her. She's still a virgin."
"Oh? You have an S-class girl? I heard there are only a few S-class courtesans in top-tier brothels. How could you possibly have one?" "
I found her a month ago in an abandoned warehouse in the wilderness. It's very remote. She was dressed in rags and was very
thin. It seemed like she had survived on nutrient solutions for five years. Because she hadn't seen or spoken to anyone for five years, she could barely speak
. I originally planned to raise her for a few more days and train her before letting her serve customers, but she has just regained some of her speech and
isn't very fluent yet. Are you sure you want her?"
"She's the one. She hasn't been trained, so let's do training! I want to rent her for a month."
"Of course, of course. Your presence is an honor to our humble establishment."
"Lead the way."
On the third basement floor of the brothel, in an ordinary room, the so-called S-class courtesan sat on a pink bed.
The wall near the door was a mirror (one-way glass). Wang Hui glanced at her through the one-way glass. She seemed
to notice his gaze and looked up to meet his eyes.
Wang Hui was captivated. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her eyes were bright and spirited; despite the hardships
she had endured, her fighting spirit remained undiminished. Her fair skin, though weathered by the five years of turmoil, still
shone brightly and looked incredibly supple. Wang Hui looked her over with satisfaction.
Five minutes later, Wang Hui left—not really, of course. He was playing along; high-class clients received high-class
service. This time, the script involved armed men "kidnapping" women from a brothel, taking "them" to a "gang
," training and reforming them, and then selling them to a "higher race.
" "Bang."
"Hmm?"
The glass shattered. "Oh, this chick's not bad. Tie her up and take her away."
"What...you...want...to...do...?" the woman asked hesitantly.
"Such great stuff, if trained properly, she'll definitely fetch a high price!"
The thug sprayed her with a strange liquid, and she subsequently lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she found herself locked in a cramped, dark space. She could reach the ceiling
; the space was barely long enough for her to curl up and sleep. The walls were all black; there was no bed, no smart toilet, no
windows, locks everywhere, and no cameras—just complete darkness. Suddenly, a window opened, and a boxed meal
was delivered by a machine. She was hungry, so she took the meal and began to eat. After finishing, the robot instructed her to return
the meal, which she did, and then the robot left.
Two hours passed, and she sat alone in the cramped space, staring blankly. Suddenly,
she began to call out, "I...to...the...toilet." No one answered. Another hour passed, and the robot brought her
a glass of water. She shouted at the robot, "Take...me...to...the...toilet."
"Beep beep, no authorization found. Target is a fifth-class citizen. Unauthorized to command this machine. Operation: Ignore."
"Fifth...class?! This...no!" She collapsed to the floor, curling up and crying.
Two days passed, and she seemed to have accepted reality. She ate and drank on time every day, relieved herself on one side of the dark room, and slept curled up
. Her feet would often step on her own excrement. At first, she would wash it with water, but later she found that the water
could not be drained at all. The more she washed, the dirtier the dark room became, so she gave up. Just as she was about to bite her tongue and explain her dramatic
life, a broadcast, hidden somewhere, blared: "Want to talk?"
"No..."
"Fine..."
"Talk...talk..."
"Let's talk about your past profession."
"I...scientific...research..."
"Research what?"
"Advanced...growth..."
"Waaah! Waaah! I'll never...never...research...again! I really...hope...
it's...a dream."
"Don't cry, it's just one failure. I used to fail a lot in junior high, and my classmates laughed at and bullied
me because of it. Don't take it too hard."
"No...it's different! I...hurt...everyone."
"Don't cry, don't cry, let's talk about something else, how about the universe?"
For the next five days, this woman's life included an extra activity: chatting with a mysterious man. They talked about everything
under the sun, and the woman's language function quickly returned to normal.
That day, the woman waited for the man to chat with her as usual. This was her first conversational partner in five years. Although she had been
kidnapped, she still felt a slight attraction to the man.
The man asked, "What's your name?"
"Wang Xue."
"Do you want to escape?"
"Escape? What's the use? Fifth-class citizens have no human rights. I'll just stay here and wait to die. Who
told me I don't want to die? Sigh... Habit is a terrible talent."
"I'm a first-class citizen now. If you behave, I can give you the status of a third-class follower."
"Hmph, I knew you had bad intentions. Go cool off somewhere else."
After saying that, Wang Xue fell silent... (To be continued, in my lifetime)
The following is not part of the main text: Inspiration strikes and even the gods can't stop it. I'll quickly draw a rough sketch for everyone while I still remember
(lol)
. I'm a science student, so please forgive my poor writing. If you're interested in some of the settings, feel free to expand and continue writing
. Comments are welcome. (I won't take the blame for this being too fake... just kidding. Okay, if you call me fake, I
apologize in advance. After all, my social experience is limited compared to someone like Xue Da.)

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