Sanctuary No. 100, B40 Floor.
The team I led the darkest finally passed through the mountain of obstacles and metabolites and arrived at the dust-free warehouse where the black boxes were stored.
Looking at the task coordinates near the Chiqi on the map, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.
This straight-line distance of less than two hundred meters is even longer than a kilometer of off-road, especially the bugs that suddenly emerge from the shadows are still challenging their SAN values from time to time.
I'm going to open the door.
I was leaning against one side of the warehouse door and made a gesture with my teammate who was leaning against the other side, then punched the mechanical button that manually opened the movable door.
Accompanied by a sirloin, a dry airflow blew out of the door, blowing the dust stuck to the crack of the door outward.
Several barrels quickly entered the door, and the flashlight quickly swept through every corner of the dark room. While confirming that there was no threat, a hint of surprise appeared on my darkest face.
He originally thought there would be strict protection here and even prepared for a hard fight, but the actual situation was completely opposite to what he imagined.
The bell following everyone made a joke without hesitation.
Positive pressure seal is the basic configuration of a dust-free workshop. I thought you should be clear when you see wind blowing out that it is impossible for unclean dirty things to get into here.
After saying that, it climbed into the house on its own, operated the spider robot and stretched out one leg, and pressed it on the switch on the inside of the wall.
The white light illuminates the entire dark room.
I turned off the tactical flashlight in the darkest and embarrassed way and pressed down the muzzle in my hand.
Strange...
Where did the inexplicable feeling come from since the beginning?
However, the strange feeling in his heart did not last long, and it was almost instantly replaced by the surprise that followed.
I saw black boxes of varying sizes standing in the wide warehouse near the freight elevator.
Seeing those black boxes, the eyes of the players following me at the darkest suddenly popped up in green light, and they all shouted surprises.
Damn it!One, two, three...twenty-nine!?
Awesome!
Although the current version of the black box does not support private holding of players, every time there is a new black box recycling, all players on the entire server will benefit from it.
All the novel things produced by black boxes can be purchased through silver coins, and things that can be purchased will become cheaper or lower the purchase threshold because of the newly unlocked black boxes.
Even if we put aside the impact of these on the overall strength of the league, players will receive generous silver coins and contribution points rewards for recycling the black box.
The only uncertain thing now is how many of these black boxes can be used.
The peak population of Shelter No. 100 reached more than 80,000, and the consumption of materials was no less than that of ordinary settlements.
A dust-free working environment and professionally trained operators can extend the service life of a black box, but the lifespan of any black box is not permanent.
Now I am the darkest and only praying that these pre-war civilization treasures will not be ruined by the residents of Shelter No. 100.
Otherwise they would have nothing to waste!
Left five teammates to guard the door, I brought the remaining four people into the warehouse, and determined the function of the black box through the translator on the VM.
Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't use a translator.
The design concept of the black box itself assumes that the user is completely illiterate, and even a completely illiterate gorilla can draw the instructions printed on the black box to make it play its due role.
After careful inspection, there were 29 black boxes in total, and there were only twenty-two that could function normally.
But what is surprising is that the broken pieces are small items such as the dome's luminous plate and the ventilation system's filter element that are worthless and can be replaced, while the truly valuable big pieces are almost all left.
The one that surprised the players the most was undoubtedly the black box that produced the five-style light cavalry and six-style heavy cavalry exoskeletons!
These two sets of police equipment are not only handsome in shape, but also have excellent overall performance. Although they are not suitable for high-intensity battlefields, there is no big problem!
Just weld a steel plate on your chest!
Due to many advantages, these two sets of equipment have always been limited in quantity, and only a small number will be released in each version update.
At present, only the Enlightenment Camp has installed these two pre-war equipment on a large scale in the entire wasteland.
I still remember the battle in the Great Desert before. The Alliance seized 200 sets of five styles from the Enlightenment Association at one time, which made the manager very happy.
If these two black boxes are moved back, will the favorability of the faction boss be shining to the sky?!
See who will dare to say that I am a dark face in the future!
However, the most surprising thing is not just the black boxes that produce the Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons, but the two big guys that are closest to the freight elevator.
One is a plasma engine that can produce a high thrust of 50 tons, and the other is an aviation-grade metal hydrogen battery with a hydrogen storage capacity of up to 10 tons!
Finally, after understanding the functions of these two black boxes, I was so sad that I murmured to myself with joy.
Good guy!This time, I have to open my eyes with my brother Mosquito's little butt!
Previously, the alliance recovered the technology related to large aircraft from the wreckage of the enterprise killer whale transport aircraft, but it has not yet fully understood it.
Even after the alliance absorbed the engineers of Jushi Military Industry, the technical generation gap was so big that it was prohibitive.
With the production conditions of the Giant Stone Military Industry, the maximum thrust provided by a single-engine plasma engine is only about five tons, which is the same as the helicopter propeller before the prosperity era.
As for the large aircraft with a take-off weight of over 100 tons, there is no need to think about it. The plasma engine produced by the Giant Stone Military Industry must be connected in series!
Now with these two black boxes and the electronic control system recovered from the killer whale transport aircraft, the alliance can also bring up a large plasma aviation aircraft of its own!
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most rewarding grave digging operation that the Alliance has gained from the ruins of the pre-war era after Sanctuary No. 79!!
These two black boxes have hardly been used. After all, there is no such high-power engine and battery in the shelter, nor so much surplus material.My master once optimistic that future people who uncover this coffin will collect it as an antique, but it seems... you are not kidding. Not only do you not have a hundred colonial planets, you have not even had the atmosphere.
Seeing my darkest expression on my face, I walked to the bell next to him and slowly complained.
But I didn't feel offended at all, but instead laughed and laughed and went back.
What about you guys?I didn't even go out of the house.
The bell giggled.
That's hard to say.
Seeing its strange smile, I couldn't help but feel a little alert.
What's the meaning.
He didn't care about his alert expression, and Lingdang said slowly in a story-telling tone.
Didn’t you say before that you saw it outside?It’s what you mentioned, the ghost-faced insects, which means they succeeded in the end. Hahaha, they are really a group of perseverance. No wonder my master admires them so much.
The bell seemed to be in a happy mood.
If this AI has emotions.
I was the darkest but was stunned.
Successful...what does it mean?
It means literally, Lingling smiled in a relaxed tone, and although they did not open the door to the shelter, they still managed to leave the prison.What a pity, it’s a pity that my master is dead, otherwise he would have laughed out loud like me.
There is no door to the shelter to be opened.
But leaving the shelter?
I looked at the darkest and incomprehensible bell that made metal rubbing like laughter.
Is there any other exit to this refuge?
Can such a thing be done?
How could you ask such a question?Bell giggled, they have lived in the shelter for more than fifty years!Most people are in shelter when they are born!They are familiar with every light bulb and even every screw here. Anyone who is literate can recite the rules of the shelter backwards... It is easier for them to find the loopholes in this shelter than breathing.
I was the darkest.
He thought that the defense of a refuge was absolute, but thinking about it carefully was a relative concept in itself.
How can there be something truly unbreakable in this world?
Even a wall that can defend against nuclear strikes will have to be drilled through with an awl for ten thousand years.What's more, the people here have the knowledge of sharper weapons than the awl.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and his hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.
What do you mean, do those bugs...
If the windows of the cell are not big enough, then saw off your arms. If it is not enough, then just send your head out... Is the ventilation system?What a brilliant idea.
The bell tsk twice and said to himself, but the metal sound that was quite relaxed and pleasant the previous second was now accompanied by a hint of loneliness.
Or regret.
Listening to its monologue, I understand everything the darkest.
Why did this guy change the subject by asking it before, when he asked where those people had gone?
In order to escape from this cage.
After installing the weapon, they turned themselves into it, and through persistent efforts, they drilled a crack in the ventilation system of the shelter that was just enough for them to leave, and finally successfully escaped.
They had left the shelter many years ago.
The most direct evidence is the ghost-faced worm active outside the shelter.
Although it is hard to say whether that can still be called them, and they carry a few parts of the souls of those residents.
At least none of the bugs I encountered outside looked like a nuclear engineer or a biologist.
Thinking of the honeycomb tower in the patio made of shedded carapaces, I squeezed out a sentence from my mouth with the darkest difficulty.
So…that past conflict was the majority of the residents of the shelter winning?
win?A little confused about this sentence, the bell turned around and looked at him, do you think anyone has won?
I took a deep breath and changed my question.
Then...what are the supervisors here?Where did they go?
Lingling smiled and said lightly.
Ah, they Ah, except my master, the oversight that survived that disaster returned to the embrace of the tree.Later I haven't seen them. Maybe they still remember the past on some circuit board, maybe they have left here like those bugs, who knows?I'm just a museum guide.
I looked at it in the darkest direction.
The embrace of a tree?
Lingling said in a teasing tone.
Yes, they think they are from the great tree and should be buried under the roots of the tree... This may be a bit difficult for you to understand.In short, they uploaded their thinking to the shelter server, gave up their physical body, and merged with the shelter forever.
But my master didn't think they had succeeded. He felt that they were more like they were collectively committing suicide fearing sin after leaving a memory, and he chose to end his life in a human way.
When he said this, the bell opened his mouth and told everything that happened more than a hundred years ago.
Due to the lack of resources and the uneven distribution, the conflict between the tree man and the worker ants has accumulated for a long time. Even though the living standards of both parties continue to decline, the tree man, as part of the distance tree sensor module, will still decline slightly slower.
The fuse of the crisis was the climate recovery event in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era.
Just in the fifth year after the disintegration of the War Construction Commission, signs of climate recovery gradually appeared on the wasteland. The residents of Shelter No. 100, with their enthusiasm for rebuilding the wasteland and yearning for a better life, resurrected the thoughts of the prosperity era. While preparing for returning to the surface, they formed an industry committee of workers and engineers autonomous, intending to say goodbye to the past after returning to the surface and stuff everything from Shelter No. 100 into a coffin and buried it in the soil.
However, the sixty-three-year deadline has not yet arrived, and the behavior of the workers has panicked the tree people.
They have been pruning branches and leaves for this great tree all their lives, fulfilling the responsibilities of defenders of order, and blocking the ant holes that the worker ants drilled out on the trunks.
Even though the fate of the tree's final collapse was set at the beginning, it will end the mission of the shelter after fulfilling its shelter and become a casting well to continue to contribute to the rebirth of human civilization, the tree people do not want their mission to collapse with the big tree.
They tried to seek the opinions of the workers and hoped to keep it for so many years.
This is not very difficult. Any human-designed rules have loopholes. As long as you search patiently, you will definitely find them.
The self-destruction procedure for starting the dome requires meeting a condition that the number of residents detectable in the shelter remains below 5,000 for 180 consecutive days, or below 3,000 within 24 hours.
Only in this case will the Great Tree determine that the residents of Shelter 100 no longer need to rely on its guidance, they have the ability to live outside their sensors, and it will use the remaining resources to send the children to their last journey.
However, they can take advantage of this in turn.
As long as the workers stay with them, ensure that at least five thousand people live in Shelter 100, let Shelter 100 think its children still need it so that it will not leave them.
However, this request with an orderly meaning was rejected mercilessly by the workers who were happy.
Almost all autonomous committees refused to communicate with the tree people about this matter.
This is a matter of course.
The workers had endured the ruthless orders of the ice for too long. Even if they knew from the bottom of their heart that it was a must for survival, they had no reason to keep it after everything was not needed.
Let it die with this refuge.
Turning into a casting well was originally part of its fate.
Sanctuary should not become the end of human civilization, and the ultimate fate of any shelter will be demolished as the raw material for reconstruction.
As for the tree people, if they can't bear to leave it, then follow it.
Perhaps it was the tough attitude of the worker ants that made the tree people feel the threat of liquidation. The tree people interfered with the organization spontaneously established by the worker ants, including, not limited to water, power and supply cuts, and doing their best to cause trouble for the activities of these organizations within the scope permitted by the rules.
Although the conflict between the two sides is getting worse, they are still restrained so far.
What really ignited the fuse was something that happened outside the shelter.
In the 52nd year of Wasteland Era, the climate recovery lasted for two years, and the ice in Xizhou Lake loosened more than the gates of Shelter No. 100.
The melted snow and spreading lake water poured into the abandoned urban area of Xizhou City, and even into underground traffic tunnels.
The thrilling worker ants showed a hint of panic. Although the climate recovery was a joyful thing, if the ice sheets and snow on the surface continued to melt, perhaps their shelter would be soaked in water before the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.
Some people think that the door should be opened immediately, at least some people go out, and strengthen the area where the backflow may occur.
However, it is useless for the residents of the shelter to do so. The tree people must convey this appeal to the shelter manager, which is the AI called the tree.
Of course, the tree man could not do this. The lake water pouring into the tunnel not only did not cause them panic, but instead made them overjoyed.
Even though some supervisors believed that they should work with residents to fill the gap that anyone with discerning eyes could see, most supervisors made decisions that fit their own butt to weaken the crisis that could flood the shelter into a trivial drizzle.
As long as the tree believes that its designers have considered the possibility of Xizhou Lake water pouring into the tunnel without any extravagance to the already perfect rules, then it will continue to implement the original plan according to the established rules.
This can even be used in turn to make the tree wrong judgment that the climate recovery speed exceeds expectations, so as to make wrong decisions based on the wrong feedback factors and continue to extend the closure period.
From then on, sixty-three years turned into seventy years.
Although it was only seven years, for the first generation of residents who were already ninety years old, it would mean that their funerals would be held in a shelter, and perhaps never see the day when the gear-shaped giant door opened.
For the refuge residents who are in their youth, these seven years may mean that his youth will be exhausted in the refuge, and the life plans of the past few years and the preparations for rebuilding the wasteland will become a mess.
The shelter of 80,000 people is still too small, and the space of shelter No. 100 is too crowded. Any tiny emotion may become explosives stuffed into powder barrels.
The first riot happened soon and ended with the deaths of 879 ordinary residents and 37 supervised.
Blood calmed everyone down for the time being.
All the bodies were put into nutrient recovery devices and turned into ecologically circulated fertilizers and nutrients.
Although there were previously residents of shelter deaths and their bodies would be recycled by the shelter's ecological circulation system, this is undoubtedly the most.
So much so that most people who were unwilling to know were forced to understand where their food came from.
Later, rumors spread that the body supervised was not sent to the nutrient recovery device, but was secretly cremated by their families.
No matter how many people deny the tree, it has lost its meaning.
With the development that everyone can foresee, the contradiction between tree people and worker ants has been further intensified.
In the 56 years of the Wasteland Era, the lake had almost flooded the gates of the shelter. Just as the tree people planned to let the shelter sink forever, the second organized uprising broke out.
The engineers at the biology research station modified the crunch genes in three years, and the staff of the farm released them through intentional violations, attracting the attention of the tree people.
Taking advantage of the tree people jumping up and down to wipe out the insects, all the work workshops in the shelter launched an uprising at almost the same time.
Since the battle put a lot of mechanical equipment, even biological weapons, the aftereffect of the riot exceeded everyone's expectations.
A total of more than 77,000 people disappeared or died in the riots, including 645 supervisors.
In the end, only 111 people survived, and the supervisor named Craig, the owner of the bell, was also among them.
The battle between the two sides was not limited to gunfights and fraying in operation of engineering equipment, but also included a series of regular weapons.
For example, during the battle, tree people tried to use the power of trees to send hypnotic gas to the dense residential areas of worker ants to suppress the riots.
However, their plan was discovered in advance by the worker ants responsible for repairing the exhaust pipes, and used a few milligrams of ozone to trick the air detection device in the residential area, passively activate the ventilation system of the shelter, and discharged the gas to the wasteland.
Seeing that all hope was about to be lost, the workers also tried to use the power of the rules to transfer some residents to cold storages where food was stored, trying to deceive the life detection device of the shelter, and achieve self-destruction conditions for the dome of less than 3,000 residents in the shelter within 24 hours without leaving the house, lifting off the top cover of the shelter.
However, their plan was soon noticed by the tree people.
Seeing the life signal detected in the shelter dropping at an incredible speed, the tree man frantically unplugged the power supply to exploit the vulnerability they discovered a long time ago but did not repair it, causing the shelter's fusion reactor to be actively overloaded and shut down.
I'm afraid the designers of Sanctuary No. 100 did not expect that people would be able to play so much in more than fifty years.
But thanks to this trump card, Refuge No. 100 did not become a reservoir in the Wasteland Era 56.
However, it was precisely because they cut off the power supply that more than 50,000 residents who did not die in the battle eventually died in the cold storage.
There are less than 3,000 residents surviving the entire shelter, and it is impossible for people to start the reactor, which will cause the entire shelter to collapse within 24 hours.
And those who survived cannot quickly breed to 5,000 people within 180 days. Even if ethical common people are abandoned for survival, a newborn will take ten months to be born.
Not to mention that chemical batteries are only enough to maintain the ventilation system, and the cramps that spread to the entire shelter are squeezing their only survival resources.
As Lingling said, no one won this war, and it was not even over.
After suffering heavy casualties, the tree man has given up reconciliation with the worker ants, and the worker ants have not expected the tree man to sacrifice himself to help them.
Both sides move in areas under their control, truce in complete silence, licking their wounds, waiting for the other party to lose their last breath.
Until the 61st year of Wasteland Era, the last signal of life that conforms to human characteristics disappeared from the refuge, which completely became a world of crunch.
And the last signal of life that disappeared was Craig.
That is, the owner of the bell.
...My master entrusted me to bring this absurd memory to you who have entered the interstellar era. I hope you can use it. Never foolishly think that everything will be fine if you can hand over the problems that you cannot solve by yourself to AI. But unfortunately, you have not entered the interstellar era, and it seems that you can't use it anymore.
So... some of the residents here turn themselves into bugs, and some of them turn themselves into data?Standing next to me, I couldn't help but complain about the grave chasing ghosts who had not yet walked out of the story, "This is not a prison, it's simply a mental hospital!"
My darkest expression on my face was deeply convinced.
He also thinks so.
Everyone here is crazy.
Supervisors despise the residents as worker ants, and the workers they call them treemen.
In order to keep the shelter running forever, the tree man tried his best to buy time for the lake water flooded at the door. In order to take a look at the world outside the shelter, the worker ants did not hesitate to turn themselves into real insects, tearing the future that could still be endured to pieces.
They chose all the crazy options they could choose, so that in the end no one intact came out of this refuge.
At this moment, a harsh alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, which suddenly pulled me back to reality.
what happened?!
Looking at the surprised people, Lingdang said without any concern.
This alarm sounds a bit familiar, it seems to have happened before...Ah, I remembered that I should have told you before that in order to thwart the "workers' plan, the "tree people" took the initiative to turn off the fusion pile. Didn't you turn it on again?Maybe the life monitoring program and the dome self-destruct program have been restarted again, it is not a big problem.
After hearing this, my darkest face turned blue in an instant.
Not a big problem, okay...
It's not more than a hundred years ago now!
The self-destructing program that happened to allow the superstructure to fall into the patio more than a hundred years ago is what impact will it have in today's world more than a hundred years ago!
Not to mention anything else, the tower built by the ghost-faced worm in the patio might make the poured earth buried them directly!
But why didn't there be any problems when the fusion heap is started?The ghost hunting at the grave immediately realized something was wrong and stared at the bell anxiously asking.
Lingling just laughed, but still had that expression that was not related to her.
What's so strange about this?After the tree's mission is over, you have gained control of this refuge. It is not difficult to terminate the dome self-destruction procedure with managerial authority. This kind of thing is as simple as pushing open the door of the refuge.
I was the darkest.
Wait, since the control of the shelter has been handed over to us, why does it still trigger a self-destruction procedure?
The bell looked at him jokingly.
Maybe your boss wants to silence you?Haha, of course, this may be too small. I prefer to think that you triggered an unfixed bug on this mountain of shit made of bugs, causing some settings to roll back before the rule modification.This is a common trick for tree people to fight with worker ants. When they resolve personal grudges, they often need to blindfold the tree's eyes.
My darkest first ruled out my own problem, after all, he just touched the black box a few times.
Then he immediately thought that he quickly passed the B51st floor manager's office and ran to B100 to be the branch ten-punch man.
Not daring to hesitate at all, he immediately reached out and pressed his hand on his helmet and shouted at the communication channel.
Super brother!What's going on over there?Super brother?!
There was a whispering sound of electric current in the communication channel.
No response at all!
My face changed slightly, and I immediately gave the grave next to me a look of catching ghosts.
I'll go down!
OK。
He immediately understood his plan and made a gesture of understanding by catching ghosts on the grave.
Without wasting time, I turned off the rifle and leaned on one side, lay on the ground, closed my eyes and went straight off the line.
Looking at the guy who was shouting at the communicator the previous second and lying on the ground and sleeping in seconds the next second, Bell circled around him in surprise.
It's amazing, can you actually sleep?
I, who has already been offline, naturally had no reaction and ignored what it said.
Looking at this fussy AI, he laughed at the grave guarding the side of the grave and catching ghosts.
What's this? Just fuck.
The team I led the darkest finally passed through the mountain of obstacles and metabolites and arrived at the dust-free warehouse where the black boxes were stored.
Looking at the task coordinates near the Chiqi on the map, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.
This straight-line distance of less than two hundred meters is even longer than a kilometer of off-road, especially the bugs that suddenly emerge from the shadows are still challenging their SAN values from time to time.
I'm going to open the door.
I was leaning against one side of the warehouse door and made a gesture with my teammate who was leaning against the other side, then punched the mechanical button that manually opened the movable door.
Accompanied by a sirloin, a dry airflow blew out of the door, blowing the dust stuck to the crack of the door outward.
Several barrels quickly entered the door, and the flashlight quickly swept through every corner of the dark room. While confirming that there was no threat, a hint of surprise appeared on my darkest face.
He originally thought there would be strict protection here and even prepared for a hard fight, but the actual situation was completely opposite to what he imagined.
The bell following everyone made a joke without hesitation.
Positive pressure seal is the basic configuration of a dust-free workshop. I thought you should be clear when you see wind blowing out that it is impossible for unclean dirty things to get into here.
After saying that, it climbed into the house on its own, operated the spider robot and stretched out one leg, and pressed it on the switch on the inside of the wall.
The white light illuminates the entire dark room.
I turned off the tactical flashlight in the darkest and embarrassed way and pressed down the muzzle in my hand.
Strange...
Where did the inexplicable feeling come from since the beginning?
However, the strange feeling in his heart did not last long, and it was almost instantly replaced by the surprise that followed.
I saw black boxes of varying sizes standing in the wide warehouse near the freight elevator.
Seeing those black boxes, the eyes of the players following me at the darkest suddenly popped up in green light, and they all shouted surprises.
Damn it!One, two, three...twenty-nine!?
Awesome!
Although the current version of the black box does not support private holding of players, every time there is a new black box recycling, all players on the entire server will benefit from it.
All the novel things produced by black boxes can be purchased through silver coins, and things that can be purchased will become cheaper or lower the purchase threshold because of the newly unlocked black boxes.
Even if we put aside the impact of these on the overall strength of the league, players will receive generous silver coins and contribution points rewards for recycling the black box.
The only uncertain thing now is how many of these black boxes can be used.
The peak population of Shelter No. 100 reached more than 80,000, and the consumption of materials was no less than that of ordinary settlements.
A dust-free working environment and professionally trained operators can extend the service life of a black box, but the lifespan of any black box is not permanent.
Now I am the darkest and only praying that these pre-war civilization treasures will not be ruined by the residents of Shelter No. 100.
Otherwise they would have nothing to waste!
Left five teammates to guard the door, I brought the remaining four people into the warehouse, and determined the function of the black box through the translator on the VM.
Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't use a translator.
The design concept of the black box itself assumes that the user is completely illiterate, and even a completely illiterate gorilla can draw the instructions printed on the black box to make it play its due role.
After careful inspection, there were 29 black boxes in total, and there were only twenty-two that could function normally.
But what is surprising is that the broken pieces are small items such as the dome's luminous plate and the ventilation system's filter element that are worthless and can be replaced, while the truly valuable big pieces are almost all left.
The one that surprised the players the most was undoubtedly the black box that produced the five-style light cavalry and six-style heavy cavalry exoskeletons!
These two sets of police equipment are not only handsome in shape, but also have excellent overall performance. Although they are not suitable for high-intensity battlefields, there is no big problem!
Just weld a steel plate on your chest!
Due to many advantages, these two sets of equipment have always been limited in quantity, and only a small number will be released in each version update.
At present, only the Enlightenment Camp has installed these two pre-war equipment on a large scale in the entire wasteland.
I still remember the battle in the Great Desert before. The Alliance seized 200 sets of five styles from the Enlightenment Association at one time, which made the manager very happy.
If these two black boxes are moved back, will the favorability of the faction boss be shining to the sky?!
See who will dare to say that I am a dark face in the future!
However, the most surprising thing is not just the black boxes that produce the Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons, but the two big guys that are closest to the freight elevator.
One is a plasma engine that can produce a high thrust of 50 tons, and the other is an aviation-grade metal hydrogen battery with a hydrogen storage capacity of up to 10 tons!
Finally, after understanding the functions of these two black boxes, I was so sad that I murmured to myself with joy.
Good guy!This time, I have to open my eyes with my brother Mosquito's little butt!
Previously, the alliance recovered the technology related to large aircraft from the wreckage of the enterprise killer whale transport aircraft, but it has not yet fully understood it.
Even after the alliance absorbed the engineers of Jushi Military Industry, the technical generation gap was so big that it was prohibitive.
With the production conditions of the Giant Stone Military Industry, the maximum thrust provided by a single-engine plasma engine is only about five tons, which is the same as the helicopter propeller before the prosperity era.
As for the large aircraft with a take-off weight of over 100 tons, there is no need to think about it. The plasma engine produced by the Giant Stone Military Industry must be connected in series!
Now with these two black boxes and the electronic control system recovered from the killer whale transport aircraft, the alliance can also bring up a large plasma aviation aircraft of its own!
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most rewarding grave digging operation that the Alliance has gained from the ruins of the pre-war era after Sanctuary No. 79!!
These two black boxes have hardly been used. After all, there is no such high-power engine and battery in the shelter, nor so much surplus material.My master once optimistic that future people who uncover this coffin will collect it as an antique, but it seems... you are not kidding. Not only do you not have a hundred colonial planets, you have not even had the atmosphere.
Seeing my darkest expression on my face, I walked to the bell next to him and slowly complained.
But I didn't feel offended at all, but instead laughed and laughed and went back.
What about you guys?I didn't even go out of the house.
The bell giggled.
That's hard to say.
Seeing its strange smile, I couldn't help but feel a little alert.
What's the meaning.
He didn't care about his alert expression, and Lingdang said slowly in a story-telling tone.
Didn’t you say before that you saw it outside?It’s what you mentioned, the ghost-faced insects, which means they succeeded in the end. Hahaha, they are really a group of perseverance. No wonder my master admires them so much.
The bell seemed to be in a happy mood.
If this AI has emotions.
I was the darkest but was stunned.
Successful...what does it mean?
It means literally, Lingling smiled in a relaxed tone, and although they did not open the door to the shelter, they still managed to leave the prison.What a pity, it’s a pity that my master is dead, otherwise he would have laughed out loud like me.
There is no door to the shelter to be opened.
But leaving the shelter?
I looked at the darkest and incomprehensible bell that made metal rubbing like laughter.
Is there any other exit to this refuge?
Can such a thing be done?
How could you ask such a question?Bell giggled, they have lived in the shelter for more than fifty years!Most people are in shelter when they are born!They are familiar with every light bulb and even every screw here. Anyone who is literate can recite the rules of the shelter backwards... It is easier for them to find the loopholes in this shelter than breathing.
I was the darkest.
He thought that the defense of a refuge was absolute, but thinking about it carefully was a relative concept in itself.
How can there be something truly unbreakable in this world?
Even a wall that can defend against nuclear strikes will have to be drilled through with an awl for ten thousand years.What's more, the people here have the knowledge of sharper weapons than the awl.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and his hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.
What do you mean, do those bugs...
If the windows of the cell are not big enough, then saw off your arms. If it is not enough, then just send your head out... Is the ventilation system?What a brilliant idea.
The bell tsk twice and said to himself, but the metal sound that was quite relaxed and pleasant the previous second was now accompanied by a hint of loneliness.
Or regret.
Listening to its monologue, I understand everything the darkest.
Why did this guy change the subject by asking it before, when he asked where those people had gone?
In order to escape from this cage.
After installing the weapon, they turned themselves into it, and through persistent efforts, they drilled a crack in the ventilation system of the shelter that was just enough for them to leave, and finally successfully escaped.
They had left the shelter many years ago.
The most direct evidence is the ghost-faced worm active outside the shelter.
Although it is hard to say whether that can still be called them, and they carry a few parts of the souls of those residents.
At least none of the bugs I encountered outside looked like a nuclear engineer or a biologist.
Thinking of the honeycomb tower in the patio made of shedded carapaces, I squeezed out a sentence from my mouth with the darkest difficulty.
So…that past conflict was the majority of the residents of the shelter winning?
win?A little confused about this sentence, the bell turned around and looked at him, do you think anyone has won?
I took a deep breath and changed my question.
Then...what are the supervisors here?Where did they go?
Lingling smiled and said lightly.
Ah, they Ah, except my master, the oversight that survived that disaster returned to the embrace of the tree.Later I haven't seen them. Maybe they still remember the past on some circuit board, maybe they have left here like those bugs, who knows?I'm just a museum guide.
I looked at it in the darkest direction.
The embrace of a tree?
Lingling said in a teasing tone.
Yes, they think they are from the great tree and should be buried under the roots of the tree... This may be a bit difficult for you to understand.In short, they uploaded their thinking to the shelter server, gave up their physical body, and merged with the shelter forever.
But my master didn't think they had succeeded. He felt that they were more like they were collectively committing suicide fearing sin after leaving a memory, and he chose to end his life in a human way.
When he said this, the bell opened his mouth and told everything that happened more than a hundred years ago.
Due to the lack of resources and the uneven distribution, the conflict between the tree man and the worker ants has accumulated for a long time. Even though the living standards of both parties continue to decline, the tree man, as part of the distance tree sensor module, will still decline slightly slower.
The fuse of the crisis was the climate recovery event in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era.
Just in the fifth year after the disintegration of the War Construction Commission, signs of climate recovery gradually appeared on the wasteland. The residents of Shelter No. 100, with their enthusiasm for rebuilding the wasteland and yearning for a better life, resurrected the thoughts of the prosperity era. While preparing for returning to the surface, they formed an industry committee of workers and engineers autonomous, intending to say goodbye to the past after returning to the surface and stuff everything from Shelter No. 100 into a coffin and buried it in the soil.
However, the sixty-three-year deadline has not yet arrived, and the behavior of the workers has panicked the tree people.
They have been pruning branches and leaves for this great tree all their lives, fulfilling the responsibilities of defenders of order, and blocking the ant holes that the worker ants drilled out on the trunks.
Even though the fate of the tree's final collapse was set at the beginning, it will end the mission of the shelter after fulfilling its shelter and become a casting well to continue to contribute to the rebirth of human civilization, the tree people do not want their mission to collapse with the big tree.
They tried to seek the opinions of the workers and hoped to keep it for so many years.
This is not very difficult. Any human-designed rules have loopholes. As long as you search patiently, you will definitely find them.
The self-destruction procedure for starting the dome requires meeting a condition that the number of residents detectable in the shelter remains below 5,000 for 180 consecutive days, or below 3,000 within 24 hours.
Only in this case will the Great Tree determine that the residents of Shelter 100 no longer need to rely on its guidance, they have the ability to live outside their sensors, and it will use the remaining resources to send the children to their last journey.
However, they can take advantage of this in turn.
As long as the workers stay with them, ensure that at least five thousand people live in Shelter 100, let Shelter 100 think its children still need it so that it will not leave them.
However, this request with an orderly meaning was rejected mercilessly by the workers who were happy.
Almost all autonomous committees refused to communicate with the tree people about this matter.
This is a matter of course.
The workers had endured the ruthless orders of the ice for too long. Even if they knew from the bottom of their heart that it was a must for survival, they had no reason to keep it after everything was not needed.
Let it die with this refuge.
Turning into a casting well was originally part of its fate.
Sanctuary should not become the end of human civilization, and the ultimate fate of any shelter will be demolished as the raw material for reconstruction.
As for the tree people, if they can't bear to leave it, then follow it.
Perhaps it was the tough attitude of the worker ants that made the tree people feel the threat of liquidation. The tree people interfered with the organization spontaneously established by the worker ants, including, not limited to water, power and supply cuts, and doing their best to cause trouble for the activities of these organizations within the scope permitted by the rules.
Although the conflict between the two sides is getting worse, they are still restrained so far.
What really ignited the fuse was something that happened outside the shelter.
In the 52nd year of Wasteland Era, the climate recovery lasted for two years, and the ice in Xizhou Lake loosened more than the gates of Shelter No. 100.
The melted snow and spreading lake water poured into the abandoned urban area of Xizhou City, and even into underground traffic tunnels.
The thrilling worker ants showed a hint of panic. Although the climate recovery was a joyful thing, if the ice sheets and snow on the surface continued to melt, perhaps their shelter would be soaked in water before the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.
Some people think that the door should be opened immediately, at least some people go out, and strengthen the area where the backflow may occur.
However, it is useless for the residents of the shelter to do so. The tree people must convey this appeal to the shelter manager, which is the AI called the tree.
Of course, the tree man could not do this. The lake water pouring into the tunnel not only did not cause them panic, but instead made them overjoyed.
Even though some supervisors believed that they should work with residents to fill the gap that anyone with discerning eyes could see, most supervisors made decisions that fit their own butt to weaken the crisis that could flood the shelter into a trivial drizzle.
As long as the tree believes that its designers have considered the possibility of Xizhou Lake water pouring into the tunnel without any extravagance to the already perfect rules, then it will continue to implement the original plan according to the established rules.
This can even be used in turn to make the tree wrong judgment that the climate recovery speed exceeds expectations, so as to make wrong decisions based on the wrong feedback factors and continue to extend the closure period.
From then on, sixty-three years turned into seventy years.
Although it was only seven years, for the first generation of residents who were already ninety years old, it would mean that their funerals would be held in a shelter, and perhaps never see the day when the gear-shaped giant door opened.
For the refuge residents who are in their youth, these seven years may mean that his youth will be exhausted in the refuge, and the life plans of the past few years and the preparations for rebuilding the wasteland will become a mess.
The shelter of 80,000 people is still too small, and the space of shelter No. 100 is too crowded. Any tiny emotion may become explosives stuffed into powder barrels.
The first riot happened soon and ended with the deaths of 879 ordinary residents and 37 supervised.
Blood calmed everyone down for the time being.
All the bodies were put into nutrient recovery devices and turned into ecologically circulated fertilizers and nutrients.
Although there were previously residents of shelter deaths and their bodies would be recycled by the shelter's ecological circulation system, this is undoubtedly the most.
So much so that most people who were unwilling to know were forced to understand where their food came from.
Later, rumors spread that the body supervised was not sent to the nutrient recovery device, but was secretly cremated by their families.
No matter how many people deny the tree, it has lost its meaning.
With the development that everyone can foresee, the contradiction between tree people and worker ants has been further intensified.
In the 56 years of the Wasteland Era, the lake had almost flooded the gates of the shelter. Just as the tree people planned to let the shelter sink forever, the second organized uprising broke out.
The engineers at the biology research station modified the crunch genes in three years, and the staff of the farm released them through intentional violations, attracting the attention of the tree people.
Taking advantage of the tree people jumping up and down to wipe out the insects, all the work workshops in the shelter launched an uprising at almost the same time.
Since the battle put a lot of mechanical equipment, even biological weapons, the aftereffect of the riot exceeded everyone's expectations.
A total of more than 77,000 people disappeared or died in the riots, including 645 supervisors.
In the end, only 111 people survived, and the supervisor named Craig, the owner of the bell, was also among them.
The battle between the two sides was not limited to gunfights and fraying in operation of engineering equipment, but also included a series of regular weapons.
For example, during the battle, tree people tried to use the power of trees to send hypnotic gas to the dense residential areas of worker ants to suppress the riots.
However, their plan was discovered in advance by the worker ants responsible for repairing the exhaust pipes, and used a few milligrams of ozone to trick the air detection device in the residential area, passively activate the ventilation system of the shelter, and discharged the gas to the wasteland.
Seeing that all hope was about to be lost, the workers also tried to use the power of the rules to transfer some residents to cold storages where food was stored, trying to deceive the life detection device of the shelter, and achieve self-destruction conditions for the dome of less than 3,000 residents in the shelter within 24 hours without leaving the house, lifting off the top cover of the shelter.
However, their plan was soon noticed by the tree people.
Seeing the life signal detected in the shelter dropping at an incredible speed, the tree man frantically unplugged the power supply to exploit the vulnerability they discovered a long time ago but did not repair it, causing the shelter's fusion reactor to be actively overloaded and shut down.
I'm afraid the designers of Sanctuary No. 100 did not expect that people would be able to play so much in more than fifty years.
But thanks to this trump card, Refuge No. 100 did not become a reservoir in the Wasteland Era 56.
However, it was precisely because they cut off the power supply that more than 50,000 residents who did not die in the battle eventually died in the cold storage.
There are less than 3,000 residents surviving the entire shelter, and it is impossible for people to start the reactor, which will cause the entire shelter to collapse within 24 hours.
And those who survived cannot quickly breed to 5,000 people within 180 days. Even if ethical common people are abandoned for survival, a newborn will take ten months to be born.
Not to mention that chemical batteries are only enough to maintain the ventilation system, and the cramps that spread to the entire shelter are squeezing their only survival resources.
As Lingling said, no one won this war, and it was not even over.
After suffering heavy casualties, the tree man has given up reconciliation with the worker ants, and the worker ants have not expected the tree man to sacrifice himself to help them.
Both sides move in areas under their control, truce in complete silence, licking their wounds, waiting for the other party to lose their last breath.
Until the 61st year of Wasteland Era, the last signal of life that conforms to human characteristics disappeared from the refuge, which completely became a world of crunch.
And the last signal of life that disappeared was Craig.
That is, the owner of the bell.
...My master entrusted me to bring this absurd memory to you who have entered the interstellar era. I hope you can use it. Never foolishly think that everything will be fine if you can hand over the problems that you cannot solve by yourself to AI. But unfortunately, you have not entered the interstellar era, and it seems that you can't use it anymore.
So... some of the residents here turn themselves into bugs, and some of them turn themselves into data?Standing next to me, I couldn't help but complain about the grave chasing ghosts who had not yet walked out of the story, "This is not a prison, it's simply a mental hospital!"
My darkest expression on my face was deeply convinced.
He also thinks so.
Everyone here is crazy.
Supervisors despise the residents as worker ants, and the workers they call them treemen.
In order to keep the shelter running forever, the tree man tried his best to buy time for the lake water flooded at the door. In order to take a look at the world outside the shelter, the worker ants did not hesitate to turn themselves into real insects, tearing the future that could still be endured to pieces.
They chose all the crazy options they could choose, so that in the end no one intact came out of this refuge.
At this moment, a harsh alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, which suddenly pulled me back to reality.
what happened?!
Looking at the surprised people, Lingdang said without any concern.
This alarm sounds a bit familiar, it seems to have happened before...Ah, I remembered that I should have told you before that in order to thwart the "workers' plan, the "tree people" took the initiative to turn off the fusion pile. Didn't you turn it on again?Maybe the life monitoring program and the dome self-destruct program have been restarted again, it is not a big problem.
After hearing this, my darkest face turned blue in an instant.
Not a big problem, okay...
It's not more than a hundred years ago now!
The self-destructing program that happened to allow the superstructure to fall into the patio more than a hundred years ago is what impact will it have in today's world more than a hundred years ago!
Not to mention anything else, the tower built by the ghost-faced worm in the patio might make the poured earth buried them directly!
But why didn't there be any problems when the fusion heap is started?The ghost hunting at the grave immediately realized something was wrong and stared at the bell anxiously asking.
Lingling just laughed, but still had that expression that was not related to her.
What's so strange about this?After the tree's mission is over, you have gained control of this refuge. It is not difficult to terminate the dome self-destruction procedure with managerial authority. This kind of thing is as simple as pushing open the door of the refuge.
I was the darkest.
Wait, since the control of the shelter has been handed over to us, why does it still trigger a self-destruction procedure?
The bell looked at him jokingly.
Maybe your boss wants to silence you?Haha, of course, this may be too small. I prefer to think that you triggered an unfixed bug on this mountain of shit made of bugs, causing some settings to roll back before the rule modification.This is a common trick for tree people to fight with worker ants. When they resolve personal grudges, they often need to blindfold the tree's eyes.
My darkest first ruled out my own problem, after all, he just touched the black box a few times.
Then he immediately thought that he quickly passed the B51st floor manager's office and ran to B100 to be the branch ten-punch man.
Not daring to hesitate at all, he immediately reached out and pressed his hand on his helmet and shouted at the communication channel.
Super brother!What's going on over there?Super brother?!
There was a whispering sound of electric current in the communication channel.
No response at all!
My face changed slightly, and I immediately gave the grave next to me a look of catching ghosts.
I'll go down!
OK。
He immediately understood his plan and made a gesture of understanding by catching ghosts on the grave.
Without wasting time, I turned off the rifle and leaned on one side, lay on the ground, closed my eyes and went straight off the line.
Looking at the guy who was shouting at the communicator the previous second and lying on the ground and sleeping in seconds the next second, Bell circled around him in surprise.
It's amazing, can you actually sleep?
I, who has already been offline, naturally had no reaction and ignored what it said.
Looking at this fussy AI, he laughed at the grave guarding the side of the grave and catching ghosts.
What's this? Just fuck.
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