Lin Mo looked at the screaming red holographic alerts hovering above the console.
“Ten thousand fake charity shell companies in twenty minutes,” Lin Mo said, shaking his head. “You really have to admire their work ethic. If scammers put half this much effort into honest jobs, the universe would have reached post-scarcity five hundred years ago.”
Every time a new subsidy launches, the parasites show up before the ink dries. Good thing we now own the physics engine.
Shen Qiaoqiao crossed her arms, tapping her black leather shoe against the crystal floor.
“They do not want honest jobs, Lin Mo,” Shen Qiaoqiao said, her eyes flashing with courtroom fire. “They want passive income derived from human suffering. The old banking syndicates set up shell registries across thirty border planets. They are trying to claim the eighty-plus Goodness subsidies by listing imaginary orphans.”
Judge Gao-Yao unrolled an ancient bronze scroll that clattered against the table.
“In the primordial era, false claimants were tossed into the Cauldron of Boiling Iron,” Gao-Yao said sternly. “Their tongues were pulled out with silver tongs. But that requires lengthy trials, witnesses, and endless cross-examinations. The administrative backlog across three thousand galaxies would take ten centuries.”
“We do not have time for trials,” Lin Mo said calmly. “And I am not building giant boilers for billions of scammers. That is terrible for the environment.”
