America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1 The Beautiful West Coast

The sunset over the west coast is quite beautiful.

Zhang Ailun sat on the lawn by the street, feeling the gentle breeze on his face. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, but he felt like he was going to die.

Holding a bottle of Dr. Pepper 0-degree soda he'd gotten for free from the relief station, it was cherry flavored. He remembered it wasn't cheap back home in his previous life. The taste was truly awful; no wonder it was being distributed to homeless people.

The streets of Los Angeles are bustling with people, with two- or three-story commercial buildings painted in pale yellow and rose red. There are 24-hour supermarkets, discount clothing stores, street scenes, sidewalks, and traffic lights.

And... the relief station with long queues in front, the colorful graffiti walls, the cracked ground, the trash cans everywhere, and the homeless leaning against the wall.

The air was filled with a mixture of foul, fragrant, and smoky smells.

What's hard to ignore is that he's one of them starting today.

God knows why I found myself on the West Coast the moment I opened my eyes.

There was no dog, no identity, not even a tent at the start. He was only wearing beach shorts and didn't even have shoes.

What a hellish start to urban survival mode!!

He took a sip of the unpalatable cherry-flavored soda, then squeezed it down with a bitter expression.

After thinking about it, I decided to take advantage of the fact that the shelters and food trucks in various parts of Poor Street were still open and go to queue up to get two bottles of Dr. Pepper and a large bottle of bottled water for free.

There was no psychological pressure.

The Empress Dowager has already paid the money.

[Daily News: Every Wednesday, you can pick up a new cell phone for free at Shelter 326. You will need to register your basic personal information.]

[Daily News: A homeless man died in Gongdao Alley, 25th Street, Fifth District. $4.50 was found in his right pocket.]

[Daily News: The Bali relief food truck will be serving beef pasta, fresh juice, and chilled fruit platters on Maki Street at 18:30 PM.]

[Daily Intelligence Weight: E-level. Based on current social status, influence, and assets, up to three random daily activities related to daily life or street gangs are provided. The scope includes relief stations, garbage collection points, commercial activities, personal privacy, daily-wage jobs, gang transactions, etc.]

Life Skills: Driving Skills lv.2 (Amateur), Mixed Martial Arts lv.3 (Professional), Shooting Skills lv.0 (Beginner)...

I took out my domestically made mobile phone, but it showed no signal. I opened an app called "Simulate Life".

GTA games have become a reality for our families.

Fortunately, I know English, so I don't have to be a mute.

This app inexplicably appeared on Zhang Ailun's phone and cannot be uninstalled, but it can be transferred to other electronic devices under his name, such as fitness trackers, iPads, tablets, and LCD glasses.

Great, I've already dreamt that in the distant future, I've bought a private island in Columbia Bay, named it Perico, and it's teeming with cutting-edge global technology talent and heavy firepower. I'm ruling the island with unparalleled power, sitting in my bunker, watching satellite positioning as I direct space-based cannons to blast America flat! (Just kidding!)

As for now, I should just obediently go and collect my relief meals and think about where I can spend the night.

Get a free mobile phone.

This tactic is no different from offering free hair washing with membership cards; it's common in California and other regions, and a lot of personal information is leaked this way.

You get what you pay for; never believe that something for nothing will fall from the sky.

Just as Zhang Ailun got up to find a trash can to put the bottle in, a white boy carrying a black trash bag filled with aluminum cans and clear plastic bottles came up next to him.

"Hey buddy, can I have your bottle?"

Man? Woman?

Zhang Ailun hesitated for a moment.

"My name is Dominic, and I know what you're thinking, buddy! I'm a guy."

The white boy had a kind face with gentle features, long blond hair, delicate features, and no Adam's apple. He wore a greyish-white Adidas sweatshirt, light grey slightly worn jeans, and black sneakers.

She smiled and reached out for the can, "Can I have the can? I need it."

My name is Alan.

Zhang Ailun promptly shoved the bottle into his hand and replied fluently in English, "I don't mean any discrimination against you, but you're really beautiful, buddy! If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have been able to tell your gender. Someone once said you look a lot like Bourne Anderson, right?"

"Thank you. Who is that?" Dominic took the can and asked with some confusion.

"An actor who looked like an angel when he was young and like God when he got old."

"Wo~"

Although Dominic had never heard of them, the descriptions of angels and God did indeed pique his interest.

But he wasn't too happy. He shook his head. "Thank you for the compliment, but I don't like my appearance. You know, there are a lot of homeless people in Fifth Street. People like me have to be careful on the streets and can't do anything stupid, because a lot of people will deliberately cause trouble for you, bully you, and try to get in through your connections!"

Zhang Ailun strongly agreed with his words.

Because even a straight man like him thinks the other person is very beautiful and wants to touch their face, let alone gay men.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? Are you homeless?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

Dominic saw that he was a talkative man with an Asian face and a handsome appearance, so he put down the trash bag he was carrying and sat down next to him.

He said, "It's nothing. It's just that my relationship with my mother is not good. We often quarrel, and I don't like living in that house, so I ran away from home."

Zhang Ailun asked in surprise, "Really? Perhaps you could try to reconcile with your family; it's better than wandering alone outside."

Dominic shrugged. "The reasons are complicated. When my dad was alive, my mom was cheating on him. After he died, she often brought people home to have sex with. Sometimes it was Asians, sometimes Mexicans, Black people, Native Americans. She would bring them home to drink, throw parties, and play drugs, keeping the neighbors awake at night. We were often reported. She completely disregarded my feelings."

"I couldn't bear it any longer, so I ran away from home. For the past two and a half years, I've been homeless and she's never looked for me. I think she might be better off without me."

"..."

Zhang Ailun didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Your decision might not be wrong..."

But running away from home doesn't seem to be any better.

Relying on shelters and charitable organizations may ensure that one does not starve to death, but living a life of hardship and exposure can easily lead to developing many bad habits and encountering many people with wicked temperaments.

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 leave home. In the end, they all end up in the same place: either they are caught stealing and become frequent visitors to prison, or they become debtors or drug addicts.

You may be homeless for a time, but you'll always be homeless.

"Dominic, are you an adult yet?" Zhang Ailun asked curiously.

"Don't underestimate me, okay? I'm actually nineteen years old."

Dominic chuckled. "You wouldn't believe that my other Texas driver's license identity is already 26 years old."

"Oh, so you can come and go freely in and out of clubs and bars now." Zhang Ailun laughed.

America.

A beacon of world civilization.

A country rife with fake documents.

More than half of the students in the school alone have fake IDs, mostly for buying cigarettes and alcohol, staying in hotels, going to bars and clubs. There are so many that it's impossible to keep track of them all.

Unless you're so foolish as to have a 17-year-old white high school student showing a 21-year-old Black driver's license ID to a convenience store to buy alcohol and claiming to have vitiligo, you can rest assured.

The police department doesn't care about this. Immigration is the immigration department's responsibility, but they sit in their offices and don't walk around on the streets, so basically nobody cares.

As long as you don't do something stupid like bombing the Pentagon, no one will bother investigating a loser like you.

"As many people have said, the United States only has 300 million people in real life, but more than a billion people and identities are registered online. Where are the remaining 700 million? Are they ghosts?" Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

"That's right, welcome to the free West Coast!" Dominic and Dominic bumped fists.

"Thanks for your warm welcome, buddy, but if I had a choice, I'd still prefer to lie in my own bed and sleep in." Zhang Ailun said with a hint of helplessness.

Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails.

The West Coast is not a good place.

"Dominic, may I ask where you got your Texas ID?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Of course. It's no secret."

Dominic stated frankly, "All you need to do is log in to the OnlyFake website online, pay $15 to use neural networks and generators to create a convincing fake California driver's license, including any specified name, personal information, address, expiry date, and signature."

"This allows for effective online applications for California bank cards, driving licenses, property transfers, purchasing cigarettes and alcohol, social media account verification, online shopping platform account logins, and cryptocurrency exchange facial recognition, among other things."

"It's a bit difficult to do it offline. Barcodes and chips embedded in passports require more specialized equipment to produce, and you also need to find more professional people to print them. If you check the immigration bureau's network, fake documents will be exposed."

"However, in most cases, as long as you don't travel abroad, don't wander around, and aren't a state fugitive, no one will investigate you online."

Teaching people how to obtain fake documents—if you dared to do this in other countries, you would definitely face dire consequences!

But this is America.

Even the police chief's own son has a whole bunch of messy documents in his hands; politicians always choose to tacitly accept certain sensitive topics.

Since the advent of AI, the effect of fake credentials has become increasingly rampant, with online verification surpassing offline verification, foreign identities being preferred over domestic ones, and out-of-state identities over in-state ones. This is because the greater the distance, the less likely people are to verify the credentials.

Previously, we had to rely on Photoshop to manually create the details and then print them out for packaging. Now, we can exploit vulnerabilities using pure AI programming, which is simply unbeatable.

However, a fake is still a fake, and even if it's presented as genuine, it's still fake. If you want a real, legal identity, you can only pay money and go through the proper channels and procedures. That's the rule in the Bald Eagle.

Zhang Ailun has just transmigrated and has neither money nor connections. Creating a fake account can at least fool the ordinary departments.

[Fake ID Level 0: Dominic has taught you some related techniques.]

Free America, gunfights every day.

(End of this chapter)