Chapter 290 The family's rise and fall depends on a single thought! The Emperor's delegation arrives!

Here, Hawat immediately said: "As for the hidden dangers of AI artificial intelligence, since the world's giant companies have already used AI devices on a large scale, there are also means to counter AI."

"Then there is absolutely no need for us to worry too much about the impact of AI on us. Even if the sky falls, we have giant companies to support us. We don't need to worry about this issue."

Hawat had long been dissatisfied with the Galactic Empire's behavior of throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

Although the use of AI may lead to the extinction of a large number of Mentat professions, these groups themselves are the product of a deformed technology tree.

Given the huge size of the global giant, it is actually not a problem at all to absorb this group of smart Mentat and solve their employment problems.

As for the use of AI, it will lead to the collapse of the power foundations of major families, so they have to do it.

Since the Universal Corporation wants to become the new emperor of the Galactic Empire, it must destroy the original political system and foundation and re-establish a new order and source of power.

The source of power established by the giant corporations in the universe is the huge warships and cannons, and the absolute strength spanning multiple universes. He who has the strongest soldiers and horses is the king.

However, the giant corporation did not monopolize the fruits of power. The power of the Galactic Empire was divided into 30% and 70% respectively, and the territories and resources of each major family were returned in full.

The world's giant companies have taken the initiative to make concessions and redistribute power and resources. Except for the royal family and opponents, everyone can sit in a row and share the spoils. Hawat doesn't believe that these powerful families will not be tempted.

All the big families have to do is to stab their ancestors in the back and deny the significance of holy war, and they can get more territory and power resources than they have now.

Under such circumstances, any qualified politician would choose to dance on his own ancestral graves, mock his ancestors' ignorance, and unconditionally support the arrival of a great global giant.

At this moment, Hawat's words and voice were almost pleading, hoping that Leto would make up his mind as soon as possible and cooperate with the Universal Corporation.

"My Lord Duke, I sincerely suggest that you form an alliance with the Universal Corporation, lead the great Atreides Family to stand at the top of the empire, and realize the eternal glory of the Family!"

Hawat must have strongly suggested that the Atreides family take advantage of the opportunity to go all in. They were all ready to rebel, their pants were half off, so they might as well not have any other concerns.

It would be more convenient to take it all off at once.

It will be impossible to redistribute new resources without breaking the old power system. If the Atreides family wants to get more, they must use the power of others to gain advantage!

Sometimes, Hawat really envied Duke Leto, a wealthy noble who could afford to play the political game. He could get double the return by going all in once.

Moreover, thanks to various information gaps or their own value in winning over, the probability of success of the bets placed by these family dignitaries is very high. They only need to nod their heads to get resource returns that the lower-class people will never get.

Just like now, the Universal Corporation has taken the initiative to reveal the answer to the game to Duke Leto. He only needs to bet all on the Universal Corporation, and what he will get is the honor of the first family of the empire and a huge amount of resources!
At this moment, all the Atreides leaders in the conference room subconsciously held their breath, including Lady Jessica. They all looked at Leto, waiting for his decision.

Leto's decision will directly determine the future of the Galactic Empire and the fate of the Atreides family. Whether it will prosper and revive, or decline and fail, all depends on his decision!
Facing everyone's eager gazes, Duke Leto did not give a clear answer, but spoke thoughtfully:

"The royal delegation will arrive at any time. Let's let the advance fleet of the Universal Corporation land on Caladan first. Don't let them see any trace of the Corporation's army."

Hearing Leto say this, the members of the Atreides family present immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Leto's words have made his attitude clear. He agrees to the cooperation between his family and the giant global enterprise.

Otherwise, he would never allow the Megacorp fleet to land directly on Caladan.

"Okay! I'll contact the head of Universal Corporation right away."

Hawat could not hide his excitement and excitement. He knew that the era belonging to the Atreides family was about to come!
……

Today is a special day for the Atreides family. An envoy from the Corino royal family will arrive in Caladan in half an hour.

Emperor Saddam's decree will be officially delivered to Duke Leto. It is this decree containing murderous intent that determines the rise and fall of the Atreides family!

At this moment, in the core manor of Atreides, two beautiful maids were standing in a corner of the hall, holding an exquisite dress in their hands.

At the dining table, Mrs. Jessica was staring at her son Paul, and then she said:

"The emperor's envoys will be arriving soon. After dinner, you can change into formal clothes and go to greet the envoys."

Hearing this, Paul looked at the dresses in the hands of the two maids and asked in confusion, "Since it has been decided, why bother with this?"

Paul already knew that his family was about to rebel. Since they were going to rebel, why bother to be nice to these people in the delegation? Wouldn't it be better to just put on a military uniform and intimidate them?

Of course, Paul is not yet the future galactic emperor, and he does not have sufficient political means and awareness. On the contrary, he is very tired of these politics.

"This is proper etiquette and nothing extra."

Mrs. Jessica emphasized to Paul the importance of order, and even if the existing order was about to collapse, they still had to live day by day.

This is a ceremony that nobles should follow.

Paul didn't say anything more, but just nodded silently, agreeing to Jessica's request.

Just then, Mrs. Jessica poured a glass of water. Seeing the glass in front of him, Paul said thank you. He was feeling thirsty, so he asked his mother to pass the water to him.

But Jessica remained indifferent and said, "If you want to drink water, use your voice control to order me to give it to you."

The so-called sound control power is one of the abilities of the Mantra Master, which allows him to control people's behavior through sound.

This is just one of the abilities of a truth teller. Their other abilities also include lie detection, insight into people's minds, predicting the future, improving thinking ability and maintaining mental stability.

All of these abilities require the assistance of spices in order to be trained.

Jessica looked at Paul's slightly childish face. At this moment, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. Facing the impending collapse of the Galactic Empire, Paul needed to have a skill to rely on.

As long as he can control his sound, no matter what happens in the future, he will always be able to protect himself and will not be slaughtered like a weak chicken.

This is also the only thing that a mother can leave to her son.

"I just got up and I'm a little tired."

Paul didn't understand his mother's behavior and just said it sleepily. He didn't have the mind to use his voice control power to ask for a glass of water.

But when he saw Jessica's gloomy face, Paul realized that his mother was going to test his training results. Helplessly, Paul took a breath and looked at his mother Jessica:
"Give me the water."

In an instant, Jessica saw Paul's lips move slightly, and then her consciousness fell into a chaotic state, but only a moment later, Jessica woke up.

When she looked at the water cup on the table again, it had moved quite a distance. It was obvious that Paul had used sound control on her just now, but the effect did not last very long.

However, this is already a remarkable achievement for a 15-year-old boy. After all, Jessica herself is a very powerful truth teller, and it is not easy to control her with sound control.

"It's well done, but a little undercooked."

Jessica finally smiled. With Paul's current sound control ability, it was enough to control most ordinary people, and it was barely enough for self-protection.

"Is it a little undercooked..."

Paul raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. He had practiced voice control a lot in private and thought he had reached a superb level, but with his mother, he was still at an average level.

Jessica noticed that Paul seemed a little frustrated, so she smiled and comforted him: "It's not easy to develop voice control. It requires long-term and persistent training."

After saying that, Jessica paused for a moment, and then looked at Paul, who looked a little tired: “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

"No, it may be due to training."

Paul shook his head and responded against his will that he didn't want to make his mother worry about his condition.

In fact, Paul had been dreaming for some time, and the various contents of these dreams might be predictions of the future caused by the influence of spices.

This invisibly consumed a lot of Paul's energy, causing him to often feel sleepy during the day.

"Take care of yourself, don't push yourself."

Jessica said with concern.

After breakfast, there was still some time before the emperor's envoy arrived, so Paul went to the study and read some books about Arrakis and the Fremen.

The Fremen are the indigenous people of Arrakis. Their ancestors came from Earth, but were oppressed by the aristocracy, so they came here on spaceships and have lived and multiplied ever since.

Although there were a large amount of spices on Arrakis, the Fremen did not gain any benefit from the spice trade.

On the contrary, they lived a very miserable life because of the spice trade, and were often strangled by the major families!

Prior to this, when the Empire first discovered this desert planet, it had intended to transform it and turn Arrakis into a habitable planet.

But since the discovery of spice and knowing that only deserts can produce spice, the royal family of the Galactic Empire forcibly turned it into a complete desert planet.

The Fremen also suffered. They could have lived and multiplied on the small amount of land, but now they could only survive in caves and dungeons.

However, it is also because of this that the Fremen have developed extremely strong combat and survival abilities in such a harsh environment.

They are even more powerful and better at fighting than the royal Sardauka Legion. If the original plot had developed, the Fremen would have become Paul's right-hand man in becoming emperor.

In the first few months, Paul would dream that the Fremen were calling out his name and launching a massive war in which he was the leader.

But during this period of time, Paul's dream suddenly changed. It became a stranger ascending the Golden Lion Throne and becoming the emperor of the Milky Way.

In short, in his dream, the protagonist is no longer himself!
"Paul, change your clothes."

Just as Paul was lost in thought, Lady Jessica's voice suddenly rang out, "The emperor's messenger will be here soon, and your father is waiting for you."

……

Here, the Guild's tall ships have passed through the space-time rift and appeared near the low-Earth orbit of Kaladan.

It was a 25,000-meter-long cylindrical spaceship. The center of the tube was hollow, just like bending a piece of paper so that circles could be seen at the front and back ends.

This bizarre design means that only a thin layer of the cylinder wall can be used as the hull to carry crew members and supplies, and the middle part can only exist as a decoration.

Compared with the warships and transport boats of the world's giants, the space utilization rate of this spacecraft is shockingly low, and it can only be used as a flashy flying decoration.

But in the Galactic Empire, this is already the most advanced spacecraft and a brilliant masterpiece of the wisdom of human civilization in the Dune universe.

After being steadily parked in low-Earth orbit, an egg-shaped spacecraft with a diameter of one hundred meters flew out of the cabin of the Gaolie ship and landed towards the large manor of the Atreides family.

Listening to the report from the frontline troops, Hawat turned his head and reminded, "Your Excellency the Duke, they are here."

Leto nodded calmly. He already had all the countermeasures in his mind. He just calmly watched the spaceship gradually descending on the horizon. A mysterious smile appeared on his indifferent expression.

"Should we send someone to take them all down?"

Hawat asked softly.

"Don't worry, just play with them."

As soon as he finished speaking, under the gaze of countless Atreides family members, the spaceship landed in an empty square in the manor.

The hatch at the bottom of the spacecraft extended downwards into a staircase, and the envoys from the Colino royal family slowly walked down the staircase.

Leto stared ahead motionlessly. When he noticed that the general beside him was getting agitated, he spoke up to remind him, "Don't be so nervous, Gonnie. You've seen this kind of scene before."

The Gornie that Leto was referring to was Gornie Halleck, a senior general of House Atreides and leader of the family's loyal guards.

As the commander of the guards of the Atreides family, he wanted to rush up and chop these beasts into pieces when he thought of these royal bastards who were deliberately plotting to murder his own Duke.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke."

Gurney tried his best to control his inner anger, restrained the expression on his face and made himself look normal.

At this time, after the royal delegation arrived, they also performed a full set of reward performances with all the necessary pomp and circumstance.

Leto looked at the Emperor's delegation, which had made such a strange scene, and could not help but ask Hawat:
"How much does it cost for them to come all this way and do so many tricks?"

Hawat observed it, thought for a moment, and replied, "It will cost about 1.5 million solaris."

Solari is the currency unit of the Galactic Empire in the Dune universe. One million and a half Solari is enough to cover the lifetime expenses of three families!

Hearing this, Leto could not help but sneer. In order to allow the entire Atreides family to go to Arrakis with satisfaction, the royal family had made enough extravagance.

If he hadn't known the evil intentions of the royal family and the Harkonnen family, he might have really indulged in this false and vain show!
(End of this chapter)