All design ideas of Sanctuary No. 100 serve the reconstruction of the surface. For this purpose, the entire shelter has designed an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night, and most residents live in residential areas with tube building structures.
Now this place has become the nest of ghost-faced insects.
Fortunately, these bugs did not form a honeycomb-like society and were not commanded by a unified honeycomb consciousness.
Otherwise, the players in the league would probably be knocked out by tens of thousands of ghost-faced insects as soon as they entered the shelter.
No search for shelter 100 was immediately launched.
The worst thing I did was to reorganize a hundred reinforcements from the surface of the spring water, and let Kakarot take sixty people to set up a light machine gun on the edge of the patio, and he took twenty brothers from the power and physique to put on the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.
The bell riding a four-legged robot followed him all the time, watching everyone throwing cables into the elevator shaft, and one leg stepped into the elevator shaft first.
The darkest I was startled by its sudden movements, but soon found that it did not fall in, but was firmly lying on the wall.
The soles of the four legs seemed to be coated with some special adsorption material, which could climb up and down in an almost vertical elevator shaft.
Your mount is a little bit of something.
Looking at this gadget in surprise, I stretched out my right hand towards it, wanting to try whether it can hold itself back.
As a result, the bell seemed to have eyes on its back, and its body just shook slightly, and it easily avoided its right hand.
No need to try it, I can't carry you, so it's better to pay attention to your feet. The more you go down, the more cute you are.
The darkest thing I subconsciously called the flashlight down, but luckily there was no ghost-faced worm on the vertical well wall.
Relieved, he glared at the guy riding on the spider robot's back, alerting the danger in the darkness while pulling the rope to slide deep into the elevator shaft.
Finally arrived at the B40th floor.
The darkest one reached out and knocked hard on the door twice. The closed alloy door quickly made a creaking sound of metal friction, slowly opening to both sides under the remote control of a manager.
The moment the door was opened, a sound of shaking wings immediately rushed to my face.
Bands
day!
I was so scared that I was so scared that I swayed back and grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and shot it.
More than a dozen ghost-faced insects died instantly, but a few fish that escaped the net rushed into the elevator shaft.
In order to avoid the jumping from hurting one's own people, the players who followed me to the darkest of me immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks, and started a melee fight with the ghost-faced worm that was pounced near.
To be honest, the aggression of this insect is indeed not very strong, and the abdomen is the same as the nail gun.
However, when it comes to the turtle shell-level defense of the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton, the chitin material needle is still a bit bad.
This thing is actually not as difficult as expected, it is just a bit disgusting.
The insect that was shaking the needle on the helmet like Teddy, and a certain power animal knocked it against the wall with disgust and smashed it into a pool of dark green slurry.
Another player who was following him wiped the slime from the dagger and joked with a smile.
But no, our captain's san value is almost gone.
Hahaha.
Shut up and do your work.
I rolled my eyes the darkest, waved my right fist forward, and swung my nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door.
The shells of insects molted and removed, as well as metabolites of black waste can be seen everywhere in the corridor.
In addition to this, there were scattered documents, tables, chairs, cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as bunkers, and some torn and broken clothes.
I gestured forward with a gesture of pushing forward, then reached out and pressed it on my helmet.
The warehouse on the B40th floor is handed over to us... Brother Chao, you will continue to go down to the B51st floor to recycle information.
The voice of Ten Punch Man came from the communication channel.
receive!
The team of twenty people was divided into two groups. The ten people in the elevator shaft continued to explore downwards with the Ten Punch Man, and the darkest ones I took the ten people behind me to continue moving forward.
Their target is a black box located in the warehouse area on the B40th floor.
The bell riding on the four-legged robot thought for a while, and also climbed into the corridor on the B40th floor, followed by the ceiling above everyone's heads.
I didn't care about it at the worst. I shot and killed the ghost-faced worms that spread their wings and were about to rush up, while carefully checking every corner of the corridor.
Several lights here are broken.
The light in the entire corridor was light and dark, just like the scene of a ghost movie.
What is troublesome is that since the corridors of the main road are almost blocked by bunkers and arthropods, they can only go around the area that is suspected to be residential.
After crossing an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed the teddy bear lying beside the wall.The teddy bear broke into two pieces from the middle.
The filling inside had disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes remaining on the ground, its owner was probably sieve with it, and soon afterwards the body became a nutrient for the insects.
The player following him smacked his tongue.
The battle here is quite fierce.
Several other players also muttered in a low voice.
Is it for the black box?
Not like...
I don't think it's the same as the darkest one.
If it is to compete for the black box, there is no need to expand the fire exchange area to a place that is two hundred meters away from the entrance of the warehouse, and there is no need to sweep every room one by one.
It doesn't seem like a fight for anything at all.
Instead, it seems to be to clean up something.
Looking at the open door panels, I suddenly thought of something at the darkest point, and said to the tour guide hanging on the ceiling.
Speaking of which, why do you design the shelter as a hollow well in the middle?Wouldn’t it save more space by making a solid structure?
The bell that followed everyone's heads said slowly.
Sanctuary No. 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. It has decided from the day it was designed that it will eventually be swept into the garbage dump.Just like a chick who ends up pecking its eggshell, if it doesn't, it will never see the real sun.
I'm the darkest: Is there any connection?
The bell let out a sharp laugh.
Of course, there is, the huge patio structure is prepared for the day it falls. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, the ‘tree’ will actively blow up the dome, allowing the superstructure to fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure, forming an upward opening.
In this way, the shelter will form a natural casting well, eating all the garbage above our heads.
Listening to this amazing design concept, I was stunned.
Casting well?
The sound of the bell brought a hint of pride.
That's right, casting everything well, this is a vertical production base.In the envisioned plan, raw materials flow from the wellhead to the bottom of the well like a waterfall, and at the moment they land, they become what we need, and then they are sent to the surface by the elevator.And in the final stage of the plan, we will use it to create a starship with a size that is almost consistent with the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up with the footsteps of the Zhiyuan to colonize a more distant world.
I looked up at it in a daze.
You even planned this kind of thing.
Lingling said in a tingling tone.
Of course, after all, the "tree" is omnipotent. It can make plans until a thousand years later, but unfortunately most people can't keep up with its pace.
My darkest: …
A player complained incredible.
I thought it was just a nuclear engineer who lived here.
Bell laughed.
Nuclear engineer?Ah... Of course there is, but what kind of fusion reactor needs 30,000 people to maintain?Here are experts from all walks of life and their descendants.
I asked the darkest and subconsciously: Where are they?
For some reason, Lingdang suddenly closed her mouth. Although it soon opened the conversation again, he turned the topic on other things.
I always feel that this guy is a little problem, but the control of the shelter has been transferred, so he is not worried about this guy.
At this moment, the intermittent voice of the Ten Punch Man Brother came from the communication channel.
The VMs in the manager's office have been recycled... Damn, there must be at least a few hundred bugs here, how long will you have?
I took a look at the map on the VM at the worst, and the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.
According to the surveillance footage provided by the manager, there are about thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.
We are soon, too.
Ten Punch Man: Need help?
I looked around the darkest.
No, those little bugs can't hurt us. The only trouble is that the terrain here is too complicated, and those obstacles are more troublesome than bugs.
Ten Punch Man: OK, you guys are careful... We have copied the data from the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, there is still some time left. We plan to go to the B100 layer to see that "surface line".
Control of the shelter was obtained by the manager before they stepped into it, and this is why they were able to communicate with the outside world in the shelter.
As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the shelter server, all information including the administrator log can be synchronized outside.
But what puzzles me the most is that the manager of Shelter No. 100 is obviously not a human being, so why does it have VMs (viral sign monitors).
And the most suspicious thing is that even the administrator himself lives in the server, but its logs are not in the shelter server, but are stored in offline mobile storage devices.
Too strange.
But no matter what, getting the black box is the most important thing.
...After receiving it, I will hand it over to you the B100th floor, so be careful.After saying something casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the teammates behind me.
Brother Chao has already done it, so we have to speed up!
Everyone replied energeticly.
receive!
……
More than 100 small players of the Storm Corps were still digging graves in the remains of Shelter No. 100 underground in the Fourth New Area.
At this moment, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in Camp No. 101, had already obtained the logs collected by his little players from the manager's office through Xiaoqi.
Unlike the manager logs that were retrieved from other shelters before, the logs at Shelter No. 100 are more like instructions and booklets that come with in the TV packaging case that no one would read carefully than the bright last words.
The beginning of the log briefly and clearly explains the functions of Shelter No. 100, including the management authority held by the tree, the resources and obligations that Shelter No. 100 enjoys, as well as the rules that all residents need to abide by, etc.
Chu Guang glanced at the complicated content briefly, extracted some key points from it, and roughly understood the rules of the game of Sanctuary No. 100.
Simply put, if this refuge is compared to a prison, then the tree is the warden of the prison, and the supervisor is the prison guard of the prison.
The former is responsible for management, while the latter is responsible for execution.
The number of the latter is mainly determined based on the number of residents in the shelter. Excluding the initial 300 supervisors, each additional 100 residents will automatically generate one supervisory quota.
The goal of Shelter 100 is to implement a wasteland reconstruction plan after sixty-three years of closure.
While it is indeed part of the plan to retain survivors when a nuclear strike is detected, the shelter does not contain the obligation to save anyone.
It is precisely because of this that the starting point of Shelter 100 is almost the opposite of Shelter 117 that is overloaded.
The tree did not hesitate to carry out the established asylum procedure and after completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, the Supervisor exiled all residents who had not obtained the number to the door.
The inventory retrieval records of anesthesia guns on the day the shelter was closed can be retrieved from the warehouse system. Obviously, the exile process was not peaceful.
However, it was not a peaceful era at that time, and it was meaningless to discuss it in itself.
Thirty thousand residents spent three uneasy days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in the nuclear war, that all the old order, including the League of People, no longer exists, and it would take at least sixty-three years to wait until the outside world is livable again.
When Chu Guang saw this, he felt a little confused.
Because this is different from what he learned from Yuer's memory and even from other shelter managers' logs.
The war did not last only for three days, but for three full years.
Until the end of the Three Years War and the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the world did not really become a wasteland, and the various organizations and institutions of the League of People's Political Consultative Conference were still operating with all their might.
But soon, his confusion was answered.
This is also part of the decision-making of the tree.
A supervisor who registered a biometric information number as Craig, left three lines of comments next to this message.
This is the wisest decision, and the Great Tree convinced the restless residents in just three sentences.Under its will, we show the residents the evidence of the apocalypse and show them the hell-like scene of Qingquan City, which was hit by a nuclear strike.After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all their unrealistic fantasies and accepted the difficult-to-eat biscuits, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and the fact that no bionic servants serve them again.
The only thing that puzzles me is, exactly what is hard to swallow in biscuits and freeze-dried vegetables, and what exactly did they eat before?Unfortunately, the tree deleted all the video materials about the old era. I only heard a few words about the prosperity era from my grandfather, and both him and I firmly believed that that era could no longer go back.
In order to continue moving forward on this thorny road, we can only believe it with devout faith.
Craig.
Chu Guang chanted this name quietly and suddenly thought of something, and said, Xiaoqi, help me retrieve this person’s information.
OK!
Xiaoqi, who was sitting on her shoulder, responded vigorously, and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on one side of the holographic screen.
Chu Guang looked straight to the column of the entry time in the file.
According to records in the archives, he was awarded the position of supervisory in 53 of the Wasteland Era, when he was only 24 years old.
What’s interesting is that this time point is exactly the second year that the water of Xizhou Lake pours into the tunnel. The climate on the wasteland has shown signs of recovery, and there are only seven years left before the shelter is lifted.
Life is getting better slowly.
The new supervisor has been put into office, which means that the number of residents in the shelter is also increasing, and the environment here should not be particularly bad.
Out of curiosity about the past of this refuge, Chu Guang shifted his attention from the tree's report to the supervisor named Craig, and asked Xiaoqi to help organize the things that were added later in the order of the timeline and compare them with the content of the administrator's log.
Soon he discovered that compared to the straightforward records left by the tree, Craig's supervision gave him a completely different perspective.
...The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical figure, especially the residents of the prosperity era have more material needs than we imagine at this moment.The Great Tree can pay attention to their physical and mental health, but there is no way to give each of them a separate health assistant. We can only lower their expectations for the future first and then let them slowly adapt to their new life.
So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used the lucky ones who were exiled to stay, Shelter No. 100 has no obligation to take in anyone, it belongs to everyone who suffers, but not to anyone.If you don't want to struggle as hard as the pity bugs curled up in the garbage dump in the subway station, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the trees and unconditionally obey our orders.
In the first fifty we achieved remarkable results. The correctness and piety of the Great Tree have withstood the test of time. The cramps we created can completely recover all metabolites. The tarantula robots and cypress-type engineering armor we designed can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, and carry out difficult construction instead of engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter, which was unexpected by the Great Tree.
It turns out that our creativity is enough to shock the AIs in the prosperous era!If it has a chin.
Please don't laugh out loud. I'm talking about this matter seriously. You who are born with hundreds of colonial planets must not experience the embarrassment of lack of resources.It's like tens of thousands of people are crowded in an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone's food, drink, defecation, and at least to prevent the living standards of most people from declining too quickly.Even in such a desperate situation, we have created a series of incredible technological achievements.
To this day I still remember how joy I was when I became the supervisor. This joy was like a child growing up overnight and becoming the omnipotent hero in the stories he read from childhood to adulthood.Soon I will lead those smart and capable residents like my father to create more, greater and more incredible miracles.
However, reality and ideals always seem to be different. Those smart residents think they are smarter than trees. They don’t respect us who are supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves to AI, call us tree people, and say that we don’t look like humans except for people.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, maybe from then on, I should have noticed what the real problem is.We actually drew a clear line with them early on. Since a long time ago, we and those worker ants have never been the same type of people.
This refuge is like a prison, and the sentence for those workers is sixty-three years, and our sentence is forever.The identity of supervision is given to us by the shelter. We have done the most dirty work and enjoyed some special benefits.But once the shelter completes its mission and collapses in the end like it was designed, everything will disappear
By then, those worker ants will not punish an AI, and we will all be liquidated by them. After all, the record of our initial exile of survivors cannot be erased no matter what, and that is something that even managers cannot modify.
So you can imagine how anxious we are when the sixty-three-year period gets closer.And when the water of Xizhou Lake flooded into the subway station and flooded to the edge of the gate, how joy we felt in our hearts.We have perfected this refuge forever and will be more perfect in the future. We just need to use the unconceived bugs of the tree like those cunning workers to determine the time when the refuge opens.
In fact, we succeeded, extending the sixty-three-year period to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape, we will extend this time as much as possible, and it is best to turn this number into forever.However, at that time, we didn't expect that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly, and even buried poison needles under their cute creaky belly, changing the horn-type pliers into shields and blades.
An absurd farce broke out, which everyone had not expected, but if you think about it carefully, we may be the most absurd one.We are totally busy dealing with the crisis that manages the shelter every day, completely forgetting what the purpose of this shelter is for.
Just like what you see standing in the museum, we are left in this cage forever.
Never get out again.
Craig, unfortunately, I was unable to meet the pity man in the New World, the last prison guard in Prison No. 100, and the tree man who lived to the end.
After seeing the notes left by Craig at the end, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel silent for a moment.
He didn't think there was anything to be able to do with this guy, but this ending was indeed ridiculous for this refuge.
At this moment, Xiaoqi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly exclaimed lightly.
……strangeness.
Looking up from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.
So what's wrong?
This shelter always fails from time to time. This is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.
But this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.
The fault shows that the communication module is overloaded, the data we transmitted triggers a certain threshold, and the connection between refuge No. 100 and the outside world is protected... But this is strange, the amount of data we use is not very large unless someone deliberately sets that threshold very low.
The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, not to mention electromagnetic waves with tiny radiation.
Players' communication equipment cannot be directly connected to the outside radio station, and information exchange must be carried out through a special channel.
This is true whether the door is closed or not.
In other words, once this channel is blocked, the entire shelter will become a black hole of information within a certain period of time.
Simply put, their signals are suspected to have been artificially cut off.
Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.
Good guy...
Come again!
Now this place has become the nest of ghost-faced insects.
Fortunately, these bugs did not form a honeycomb-like society and were not commanded by a unified honeycomb consciousness.
Otherwise, the players in the league would probably be knocked out by tens of thousands of ghost-faced insects as soon as they entered the shelter.
No search for shelter 100 was immediately launched.
The worst thing I did was to reorganize a hundred reinforcements from the surface of the spring water, and let Kakarot take sixty people to set up a light machine gun on the edge of the patio, and he took twenty brothers from the power and physique to put on the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.
The bell riding a four-legged robot followed him all the time, watching everyone throwing cables into the elevator shaft, and one leg stepped into the elevator shaft first.
The darkest I was startled by its sudden movements, but soon found that it did not fall in, but was firmly lying on the wall.
The soles of the four legs seemed to be coated with some special adsorption material, which could climb up and down in an almost vertical elevator shaft.
Your mount is a little bit of something.
Looking at this gadget in surprise, I stretched out my right hand towards it, wanting to try whether it can hold itself back.
As a result, the bell seemed to have eyes on its back, and its body just shook slightly, and it easily avoided its right hand.
No need to try it, I can't carry you, so it's better to pay attention to your feet. The more you go down, the more cute you are.
The darkest thing I subconsciously called the flashlight down, but luckily there was no ghost-faced worm on the vertical well wall.
Relieved, he glared at the guy riding on the spider robot's back, alerting the danger in the darkness while pulling the rope to slide deep into the elevator shaft.
Finally arrived at the B40th floor.
The darkest one reached out and knocked hard on the door twice. The closed alloy door quickly made a creaking sound of metal friction, slowly opening to both sides under the remote control of a manager.
The moment the door was opened, a sound of shaking wings immediately rushed to my face.
Bands
day!
I was so scared that I was so scared that I swayed back and grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and shot it.
More than a dozen ghost-faced insects died instantly, but a few fish that escaped the net rushed into the elevator shaft.
In order to avoid the jumping from hurting one's own people, the players who followed me to the darkest of me immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks, and started a melee fight with the ghost-faced worm that was pounced near.
To be honest, the aggression of this insect is indeed not very strong, and the abdomen is the same as the nail gun.
However, when it comes to the turtle shell-level defense of the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton, the chitin material needle is still a bit bad.
This thing is actually not as difficult as expected, it is just a bit disgusting.
The insect that was shaking the needle on the helmet like Teddy, and a certain power animal knocked it against the wall with disgust and smashed it into a pool of dark green slurry.
Another player who was following him wiped the slime from the dagger and joked with a smile.
But no, our captain's san value is almost gone.
Hahaha.
Shut up and do your work.
I rolled my eyes the darkest, waved my right fist forward, and swung my nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door.
The shells of insects molted and removed, as well as metabolites of black waste can be seen everywhere in the corridor.
In addition to this, there were scattered documents, tables, chairs, cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as bunkers, and some torn and broken clothes.
I gestured forward with a gesture of pushing forward, then reached out and pressed it on my helmet.
The warehouse on the B40th floor is handed over to us... Brother Chao, you will continue to go down to the B51st floor to recycle information.
The voice of Ten Punch Man came from the communication channel.
receive!
The team of twenty people was divided into two groups. The ten people in the elevator shaft continued to explore downwards with the Ten Punch Man, and the darkest ones I took the ten people behind me to continue moving forward.
Their target is a black box located in the warehouse area on the B40th floor.
The bell riding on the four-legged robot thought for a while, and also climbed into the corridor on the B40th floor, followed by the ceiling above everyone's heads.
I didn't care about it at the worst. I shot and killed the ghost-faced worms that spread their wings and were about to rush up, while carefully checking every corner of the corridor.
Several lights here are broken.
The light in the entire corridor was light and dark, just like the scene of a ghost movie.
What is troublesome is that since the corridors of the main road are almost blocked by bunkers and arthropods, they can only go around the area that is suspected to be residential.
After crossing an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed the teddy bear lying beside the wall.The teddy bear broke into two pieces from the middle.
The filling inside had disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes remaining on the ground, its owner was probably sieve with it, and soon afterwards the body became a nutrient for the insects.
The player following him smacked his tongue.
The battle here is quite fierce.
Several other players also muttered in a low voice.
Is it for the black box?
Not like...
I don't think it's the same as the darkest one.
If it is to compete for the black box, there is no need to expand the fire exchange area to a place that is two hundred meters away from the entrance of the warehouse, and there is no need to sweep every room one by one.
It doesn't seem like a fight for anything at all.
Instead, it seems to be to clean up something.
Looking at the open door panels, I suddenly thought of something at the darkest point, and said to the tour guide hanging on the ceiling.
Speaking of which, why do you design the shelter as a hollow well in the middle?Wouldn’t it save more space by making a solid structure?
The bell that followed everyone's heads said slowly.
Sanctuary No. 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. It has decided from the day it was designed that it will eventually be swept into the garbage dump.Just like a chick who ends up pecking its eggshell, if it doesn't, it will never see the real sun.
I'm the darkest: Is there any connection?
The bell let out a sharp laugh.
Of course, there is, the huge patio structure is prepared for the day it falls. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, the ‘tree’ will actively blow up the dome, allowing the superstructure to fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure, forming an upward opening.
In this way, the shelter will form a natural casting well, eating all the garbage above our heads.
Listening to this amazing design concept, I was stunned.
Casting well?
The sound of the bell brought a hint of pride.
That's right, casting everything well, this is a vertical production base.In the envisioned plan, raw materials flow from the wellhead to the bottom of the well like a waterfall, and at the moment they land, they become what we need, and then they are sent to the surface by the elevator.And in the final stage of the plan, we will use it to create a starship with a size that is almost consistent with the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up with the footsteps of the Zhiyuan to colonize a more distant world.
I looked up at it in a daze.
You even planned this kind of thing.
Lingling said in a tingling tone.
Of course, after all, the "tree" is omnipotent. It can make plans until a thousand years later, but unfortunately most people can't keep up with its pace.
My darkest: …
A player complained incredible.
I thought it was just a nuclear engineer who lived here.
Bell laughed.
Nuclear engineer?Ah... Of course there is, but what kind of fusion reactor needs 30,000 people to maintain?Here are experts from all walks of life and their descendants.
I asked the darkest and subconsciously: Where are they?
For some reason, Lingdang suddenly closed her mouth. Although it soon opened the conversation again, he turned the topic on other things.
I always feel that this guy is a little problem, but the control of the shelter has been transferred, so he is not worried about this guy.
At this moment, the intermittent voice of the Ten Punch Man Brother came from the communication channel.
The VMs in the manager's office have been recycled... Damn, there must be at least a few hundred bugs here, how long will you have?
I took a look at the map on the VM at the worst, and the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.
According to the surveillance footage provided by the manager, there are about thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.
We are soon, too.
Ten Punch Man: Need help?
I looked around the darkest.
No, those little bugs can't hurt us. The only trouble is that the terrain here is too complicated, and those obstacles are more troublesome than bugs.
Ten Punch Man: OK, you guys are careful... We have copied the data from the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, there is still some time left. We plan to go to the B100 layer to see that "surface line".
Control of the shelter was obtained by the manager before they stepped into it, and this is why they were able to communicate with the outside world in the shelter.
As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the shelter server, all information including the administrator log can be synchronized outside.
But what puzzles me the most is that the manager of Shelter No. 100 is obviously not a human being, so why does it have VMs (viral sign monitors).
And the most suspicious thing is that even the administrator himself lives in the server, but its logs are not in the shelter server, but are stored in offline mobile storage devices.
Too strange.
But no matter what, getting the black box is the most important thing.
...After receiving it, I will hand it over to you the B100th floor, so be careful.After saying something casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the teammates behind me.
Brother Chao has already done it, so we have to speed up!
Everyone replied energeticly.
receive!
……
More than 100 small players of the Storm Corps were still digging graves in the remains of Shelter No. 100 underground in the Fourth New Area.
At this moment, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in Camp No. 101, had already obtained the logs collected by his little players from the manager's office through Xiaoqi.
Unlike the manager logs that were retrieved from other shelters before, the logs at Shelter No. 100 are more like instructions and booklets that come with in the TV packaging case that no one would read carefully than the bright last words.
The beginning of the log briefly and clearly explains the functions of Shelter No. 100, including the management authority held by the tree, the resources and obligations that Shelter No. 100 enjoys, as well as the rules that all residents need to abide by, etc.
Chu Guang glanced at the complicated content briefly, extracted some key points from it, and roughly understood the rules of the game of Sanctuary No. 100.
Simply put, if this refuge is compared to a prison, then the tree is the warden of the prison, and the supervisor is the prison guard of the prison.
The former is responsible for management, while the latter is responsible for execution.
The number of the latter is mainly determined based on the number of residents in the shelter. Excluding the initial 300 supervisors, each additional 100 residents will automatically generate one supervisory quota.
The goal of Shelter 100 is to implement a wasteland reconstruction plan after sixty-three years of closure.
While it is indeed part of the plan to retain survivors when a nuclear strike is detected, the shelter does not contain the obligation to save anyone.
It is precisely because of this that the starting point of Shelter 100 is almost the opposite of Shelter 117 that is overloaded.
The tree did not hesitate to carry out the established asylum procedure and after completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, the Supervisor exiled all residents who had not obtained the number to the door.
The inventory retrieval records of anesthesia guns on the day the shelter was closed can be retrieved from the warehouse system. Obviously, the exile process was not peaceful.
However, it was not a peaceful era at that time, and it was meaningless to discuss it in itself.
Thirty thousand residents spent three uneasy days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in the nuclear war, that all the old order, including the League of People, no longer exists, and it would take at least sixty-three years to wait until the outside world is livable again.
When Chu Guang saw this, he felt a little confused.
Because this is different from what he learned from Yuer's memory and even from other shelter managers' logs.
The war did not last only for three days, but for three full years.
Until the end of the Three Years War and the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the world did not really become a wasteland, and the various organizations and institutions of the League of People's Political Consultative Conference were still operating with all their might.
But soon, his confusion was answered.
This is also part of the decision-making of the tree.
A supervisor who registered a biometric information number as Craig, left three lines of comments next to this message.
This is the wisest decision, and the Great Tree convinced the restless residents in just three sentences.Under its will, we show the residents the evidence of the apocalypse and show them the hell-like scene of Qingquan City, which was hit by a nuclear strike.After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all their unrealistic fantasies and accepted the difficult-to-eat biscuits, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and the fact that no bionic servants serve them again.
The only thing that puzzles me is, exactly what is hard to swallow in biscuits and freeze-dried vegetables, and what exactly did they eat before?Unfortunately, the tree deleted all the video materials about the old era. I only heard a few words about the prosperity era from my grandfather, and both him and I firmly believed that that era could no longer go back.
In order to continue moving forward on this thorny road, we can only believe it with devout faith.
Craig.
Chu Guang chanted this name quietly and suddenly thought of something, and said, Xiaoqi, help me retrieve this person’s information.
OK!
Xiaoqi, who was sitting on her shoulder, responded vigorously, and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on one side of the holographic screen.
Chu Guang looked straight to the column of the entry time in the file.
According to records in the archives, he was awarded the position of supervisory in 53 of the Wasteland Era, when he was only 24 years old.
What’s interesting is that this time point is exactly the second year that the water of Xizhou Lake pours into the tunnel. The climate on the wasteland has shown signs of recovery, and there are only seven years left before the shelter is lifted.
Life is getting better slowly.
The new supervisor has been put into office, which means that the number of residents in the shelter is also increasing, and the environment here should not be particularly bad.
Out of curiosity about the past of this refuge, Chu Guang shifted his attention from the tree's report to the supervisor named Craig, and asked Xiaoqi to help organize the things that were added later in the order of the timeline and compare them with the content of the administrator's log.
Soon he discovered that compared to the straightforward records left by the tree, Craig's supervision gave him a completely different perspective.
...The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical figure, especially the residents of the prosperity era have more material needs than we imagine at this moment.The Great Tree can pay attention to their physical and mental health, but there is no way to give each of them a separate health assistant. We can only lower their expectations for the future first and then let them slowly adapt to their new life.
So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used the lucky ones who were exiled to stay, Shelter No. 100 has no obligation to take in anyone, it belongs to everyone who suffers, but not to anyone.If you don't want to struggle as hard as the pity bugs curled up in the garbage dump in the subway station, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the trees and unconditionally obey our orders.
In the first fifty we achieved remarkable results. The correctness and piety of the Great Tree have withstood the test of time. The cramps we created can completely recover all metabolites. The tarantula robots and cypress-type engineering armor we designed can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, and carry out difficult construction instead of engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter, which was unexpected by the Great Tree.
It turns out that our creativity is enough to shock the AIs in the prosperous era!If it has a chin.
Please don't laugh out loud. I'm talking about this matter seriously. You who are born with hundreds of colonial planets must not experience the embarrassment of lack of resources.It's like tens of thousands of people are crowded in an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone's food, drink, defecation, and at least to prevent the living standards of most people from declining too quickly.Even in such a desperate situation, we have created a series of incredible technological achievements.
To this day I still remember how joy I was when I became the supervisor. This joy was like a child growing up overnight and becoming the omnipotent hero in the stories he read from childhood to adulthood.Soon I will lead those smart and capable residents like my father to create more, greater and more incredible miracles.
However, reality and ideals always seem to be different. Those smart residents think they are smarter than trees. They don’t respect us who are supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves to AI, call us tree people, and say that we don’t look like humans except for people.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, maybe from then on, I should have noticed what the real problem is.We actually drew a clear line with them early on. Since a long time ago, we and those worker ants have never been the same type of people.
This refuge is like a prison, and the sentence for those workers is sixty-three years, and our sentence is forever.The identity of supervision is given to us by the shelter. We have done the most dirty work and enjoyed some special benefits.But once the shelter completes its mission and collapses in the end like it was designed, everything will disappear
By then, those worker ants will not punish an AI, and we will all be liquidated by them. After all, the record of our initial exile of survivors cannot be erased no matter what, and that is something that even managers cannot modify.
So you can imagine how anxious we are when the sixty-three-year period gets closer.And when the water of Xizhou Lake flooded into the subway station and flooded to the edge of the gate, how joy we felt in our hearts.We have perfected this refuge forever and will be more perfect in the future. We just need to use the unconceived bugs of the tree like those cunning workers to determine the time when the refuge opens.
In fact, we succeeded, extending the sixty-three-year period to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape, we will extend this time as much as possible, and it is best to turn this number into forever.However, at that time, we didn't expect that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly, and even buried poison needles under their cute creaky belly, changing the horn-type pliers into shields and blades.
An absurd farce broke out, which everyone had not expected, but if you think about it carefully, we may be the most absurd one.We are totally busy dealing with the crisis that manages the shelter every day, completely forgetting what the purpose of this shelter is for.
Just like what you see standing in the museum, we are left in this cage forever.
Never get out again.
Craig, unfortunately, I was unable to meet the pity man in the New World, the last prison guard in Prison No. 100, and the tree man who lived to the end.
After seeing the notes left by Craig at the end, Chu Guang couldn't help but feel silent for a moment.
He didn't think there was anything to be able to do with this guy, but this ending was indeed ridiculous for this refuge.
At this moment, Xiaoqi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly exclaimed lightly.
……strangeness.
Looking up from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.
So what's wrong?
This shelter always fails from time to time. This is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.
But this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.
The fault shows that the communication module is overloaded, the data we transmitted triggers a certain threshold, and the connection between refuge No. 100 and the outside world is protected... But this is strange, the amount of data we use is not very large unless someone deliberately sets that threshold very low.
The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, not to mention electromagnetic waves with tiny radiation.
Players' communication equipment cannot be directly connected to the outside radio station, and information exchange must be carried out through a special channel.
This is true whether the door is closed or not.
In other words, once this channel is blocked, the entire shelter will become a black hole of information within a certain period of time.
Simply put, their signals are suspected to have been artificially cut off.
Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.
Good guy...
Come again!
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