When Chu Guang found that the communication module of Sanctuary No. 100 was overloaded, he almost reflexively judged that the shelter had another situation similar to Sanctuary No. 79, and the ghosts were wandering in the tomb that should have been sleeping.
However, the final result was beyond his expectations.
According to the information exchanged by the player on the forum, the overload of the information module is not the artificial reason he imagined, but because the fusion reactor ignition caused the life monitoring module to restart and awaken the sleeping artificial intelligence, resulting in the Dome Self-Destruction Program, which terminated a century and a half ago. Continue reading the post.
Fortunately, his little players wisely used the clues left by the gravekeeper for them. By expanding the judgment range of life monitoring sensors, they successfully allowed AI managers to determine the bugs in the shelter as descendants of the shelter residents, thus ending the dome self-destruction procedure.
The rest of things to do is very simple.
As long as the communication module is fixed, the administrator's authority is regained, and then the bugs like shit mountains left behind by the sixty years of game between the tree man and the worker ants in the database can be completely eliminated, and the shelter can be restored to normal.
After two centuries, this refuge is no longer suitable as a casting well, and it needs to continue to exist as a refuge before disposing of the bugs inside.
When the situation is right, the league will redefine the purpose of the shelter.
However, Chu Guang still had a little doubt about this refuge.
Apart from the supervisor named Craig who died in the shelter as a human, where did the other 110 residents who uploaded their thinking to the circuit board?
He did not find any traces of the 110 residents in the shelter database.
They would never disappear from the shelter after uploading their minds to the circuit board.
Just as Chu Guang was thinking, he suddenly remembered that when his player first entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to mention that the terminal at the door had a record of visiting it in 2190.
2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.
This year happened to be the time when the supervisor, Craig, disappeared in the shelter, disappeared from the shelter...
……
Shelter No. 101.
After a few days, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was the cafe they had joined before.
However, unlike last time, the cafe in a corner of the downtown city was almost full of people. After walking to the corner of the store, Chu Guang discovered the way to wave to him.
Here.
Walking to Dr. Method, Chu Guang reached out and pulled open the chair directly opposite his seat and sat down, and said straight to the point.
Thank you for your password, the legacy of Shelter 100 is a timely help to us, especially the plasma engine.
Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Fa smiled slightly, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip, and said in a pleasant tone.
Yeah?I'm glad to help you, and I think the residents of Shelter 100 will be very pleased that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them.
Chu Guang sighed softly.
We tried to make up enough materials to produce a prototype using the black box and disassembled the produced prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers could not completely digest the technology, and could not find a production method outside the black box. They could only design a vehicle suitable for them around the prototype and battery.
There was no surprise on Dr. Method's face, but instead comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.
This is normal. It is a fantasy to want to produce that kind of thing independently under your current conditions. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to monetize the technology, so you don’t have to worry about things that cannot be accomplished.The black box is enough to help you complete the excessive from "nothing" to "knowing what is happening and knowing why", and what you need to do is to follow the current path step by step.
When I said this, the method seemed to remember something again, so I added a sentence later in a joking tone.
Of course, another possibility is not ruled out. Those black boxes are still black boxes for you until the end, and they have changed from auxiliary tools to drug addiction that cannot be quit.
I'll be wary of that kind of thing happening.
Chu Guang, who left this sentence, paused for a moment, put his index finger on his left arm and tapped it twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.
Seeing the holographic image Chu Guang pushed in front of him, he gently raised his eyebrows.
This is?
Chu Guang said concisely.
Our residents found not only the black boxes and manager logs in the shelter, but also the records left by the ‘trees’, ‘trees’ and ‘workers’, and they tried to sort out the 63-year history of the Shelter No. 100.
In fact, he just copied and pasted the content discussed by the players on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left behind the relatively objective part.
The method stretched out his index finger with interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and swiped the index finger to turn two pages.
……interesting.
He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.
...So in the end, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into insects than escape in the eyes of tree people did not really turn themselves into insects, nor did they really escape from the shelter.Even the ignorant guy who lived to the end at the bottom of the house, the ignorant guy who would even escape even if he was willing to demolish the house, finally let the insects eat him in order to save the refuge he hated.
This is too ironic.
I think if Craig was still alive, he would definitely be ridiculous. Maybe he would laugh at the pity bug. If it weren't for them, they would rather hide themselves in the cold storage than destroy the shelter, why would the 100 refuge be the result now?A group of humble insects, even if they do a little insignificant things at the end of their lives, is not enough for them to atone for their sins!
While talking about this, he raised the volume slightly, as if not in a private conversation, but to someone sitting in a noisy cafe.
Or read someone’s voice.
Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table and slowly let go.
Combined with the playful expression on the method's face, Chu Guang was convinced that this guy had seen that Craig.
The terminal passing through the door.
After thinking for a while, he expressed his opinion.
My opinion is different from you. In the eyes of me, as an outsider, whether it is a tree man or a worker ants, they are all residents of Shelter No. 100.Some of them want to build the shelter into a permanent prison for power, while the other part destroys the entire shelter for freedom.
In the conflict, they used the most extreme and deadliest means to each other, turning the rules originally formulated to protect them into tools to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is the reason why they eventually go to destruction.
In fact, everything they do is in line with the rules of their current situation, whether it is to hide their own life characteristics and trigger the dome self-destruct mechanism, or to use program bugs to trigger the reactor to overload and cut off the power.What is incredible is that no one wants to make up for these long-standing safety hazards, but keep them as nuclear bombs to deal with others.
Generally speaking, shelter residents will not go into cold storage collectively, and fusion stacks are almost impossible to overload. They did all the operations that designers had never imagined, and the result was tens of thousands of deaths and a shutdown of more than a century.
After pausing for a moment, Chu Guang continued in a chatting tone as he looked at the way he signaled him to continue.
The guy who claimed to be a tombkeeper finally realized that whether it was themselves or those high-ranking supervisors, they were essentially part of the shelter. Treemen did not come down from trees that did not exist, but were born from them.And their ending is not the stupidity of anyone, but everyone has an unshirkable responsibility.
From an outsider's perspective, I think his behavior at the last moment of his life is enough to atone for himself. Shelter No. 404 will take the torch from their hands, carry their memories, and continue to move forward for them, and fulfill their mission that they have forgotten for a moment of negligence.
When he said this, Chu Guang's face was quite regretful.
Although the shelter is kept.
But this is obviously not the perfect ending.
He paused, and he continued.
...Of course, if the Mr. Treeman, who lived to the end of his life, took the time to go to the bottom of the shelter in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era at the end of his life, took dozens of minutes to understand what was going on there, perhaps we would not have to wait for more than a hundred years to put an end to their grudges.
The answer has been written down.
It's not difficult to copy it once.
Even when the language is not understood and the translator is needed, the players of the league still rely on the only clues to understand the last words left by the worker ant who lived to the end, and took the last key he made with his life to close the systemic error that might cause the collapse of the entire refuge.
At this moment, a choking sound came from the adjacent table not far away.
Craig…that guy would never laugh at him…if he knew what that guy did.
That sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of teeth.
Chu Guang looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw a man wearing a gray jacket twitching his back to them, his shoulders twitching.
Not just him.
The same goes for others.
The intermittent choking sound floated from the other direction.
I remember that child... He became the supervisor in 1953 and was still a young man in his early twenties at that time.
He loved it more than anyone else, and I remember he said... After everything was over, he wanted to open a museum in the shelter and tell the stories of the previous ones to the young men in the Newcomer League.
Damn…Why didn’t that guy come to me!Why not use my body?I have decided to give up my body!Just take mine and use it!
The originally lively cafe has disappeared at some point, and the faces are filled with a sense of confusion, sobbing sadness and regret of closing their eyes.
It seems as he guessed
The 110 residents who uploaded their minds to The Great Tree did not sleep in Shelter 100, but were taken away by someone in the 61st year of Wasteland Era and had lost hope.
That person is the method.
He established a complete technical recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and devoted his life almost to his life. He left the Rift Valley with disappointment in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era and went to the south along the road that was completely opposite to the Academy.
Shelter No. 101 is obviously not the first shelter he visited. He left the visit record of the terminal outside the gate of Shelter No. 100 more than a hundred years ago!
When he met Chu Guang's inquiring eyes, the method did not give any explanation. He just took a sip of coffee, just like when Chu Guang first entered the door.
Then, he said something meaningful.
What do you think is the best ending for them?
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
Every part plays its original role.
Method: What does it mean?
Chu Guang said concisely.
It means literally. As a manager, supervision is supervision, and residents are residents.They actually made a pretty good head, and the situation in other shelters may be much worse than their start. However, they completely deviated from the original idea in practice. The residents closest to the tree became tree people who depended on the tree, and the residents farthest away from the tree were no longer humans.
Do you do your own job? You are talking about the most ideal situation, but it may be a completely different thing in practice. I put down the coffee cup in my hand and said with a faint smile. Just like the post-war reconstruction committee, believe it or not, it was the best way at that time. There have never been so many people of different identities who have dedicated their entirety to the same thing without reservation.Without it, the planet might have been ‘dead’.Even so, however, it only existed for 45 years.
Chu Guang said bluntly.
I know that the worst choice is the easiest, and the best choice is always the hardest, so we won't be them.
Method gently lifted your eyebrows.
Then which one are you?
Get up from the coffee table.
Chu Guang, who was supposed to leave, looked at the residents of Shelter No. 100 who were crying for yesterday, and answered the question of the method.
We are somewhere in between.
Neither the best nor the worst.
……
The excavation work of Shelter No. 100 has ended, and twenty-two black boxes have been recycled from the shelter one after another, and a large number of mechanical equipment have been transported out along with it.
Sanctuary No. 100 has left an amazing technical legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including cypress engineering armor. Compared with the current KV and miner series exoskeletons that the alliance is currently universal, it is more suitable for construction under complex terrain. It can even be completely free from the need for scaffolding and other auxiliary equipment, and climbing on nearly vertical construction surfaces while working.
Since the supervisors of No. 100 initially planned to spend their entire lives underground, the entire shelter has been focused on how to use limited resources and space to transform the shelter's environment more livable.
In addition, there are those little guys called Crab.
The gene source of this thing is probably the turtle, but the original DNA has been transformed so that even their biological mothers don’t recognize it. It can be treated as a brand new species.
The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymeric material bulletproof boards inserted into exoskeletons, as well as carbon-based integrated circuits.
The database of Shelter No. 100 contains various experimental data on these chitin materials and complete industrial application methods.
According to those data, the Alliance can directly use chitin materials piled in the shelter patio as ore.
Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a coalition biological mine for a long time.
At the same time, the ecological impact analysis of CBU is also being carried out simultaneously.
According to the judgment of the Alliance biologists, since the special ecological environment of Xizhou City, a series of creatures including mutated water strands, warship shrimps, and even cracked crabs are natural enemies, this creature did not spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City like the claws of death.
However, it is precisely because of this that the crumbs that survive in harsh environments will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the needles hidden in the abdomen will be sharper.
Currently, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute refers to the recommendations of Shelter No. 404 to officially name the Ghost Face Worm discovered in the Wasteland Era 213, and further explore the biotechnology it contains and the industrial value of the carapace.
In short, the novel gadgets recovered from Shelter No. 100 are enough for the various research institutions and production units of the alliance to work hard for a whole year.
Camp No. 100.
Looking at the machines piled up in the warehouse, I couldn't help but sigh.
Isn’t there a normal shelter on this wasteland?
The scientific research team needs to evaluate the value of these props obtained from digging graves, and then settle the rewards received by the Storm Corps in this operation.
This work will take several days.
Although the password and coordinates of the shelter are provided by the task, they only do the easy job of prying the coffin board, the credit for saving the shelter is still on their heads, and the final silver coins and contribution points rewards will not disappoint.
As the commander of the corps, Mr. Quanshui also remembered great achievements for the players who went deep into the dungeon.
When Quanshui heard the complaints from my darkest brother, he laughed.
Is there a possibility that normal shelters do not require us to dig graves at all. They have completed their original plans in the past two centuries, either joining the survivor settlement on the surface or becoming a settlement on their own.
Putting aside the weird stuff like the Enlightenment Club, Giant Rock City has been joining in with blue jackets one after another after fifty years of the Wasteland Era.
In addition, the origin of a business is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.
Not to mention that the alliance itself is the same, and even brought back a batch of shelters that were no longer able to do so.
Is survivor bias?
I sighed the darkest, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a machine spider beside me, and I couldn't help laughing and continued.
By the way, why did you follow me?
The bell riding on the back of the machine spider turned its head up dissatisfied.
You ask me?I want to ask you more!Didn’t you agree to let me go to the museum to be a tour guide?So where is the Alliance's museum?How long do I have to stay in this ghost place?
My darkest expression looked at it weirdly.
Let this guy be a museum tour guide...
Can you sell tickets?
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.
The two people standing in the room looked at the door almost at the same time, and saw a strange man standing there.
Not only him, but there were a large group of people behind him, looking like there were more than a hundred people.
They were wearing blue jackets, but their skin was dumb gray, like dummy models resting in an old window.
There is no doubt that they are bionics.
However, I don’t know if it was intentional, but they made the characteristics of bionic people very obvious, even abrupt. Not only were they all bald, but even their facial features only had a perfunctory outline.
It's just like the cold frost and solar eclipse when they first came to the alliance.
Looking at the person standing at the door, I hesitated for a darkest expression and asked subconsciously.
Who are you?
My name is... Gugel, it seemed that it took the man a while to remember his name and put his hand on his chest to salute slightly. We are survivors of Sanctuary No. 100.
I was stunned at the darkest moment, and the same was true for Quanshui standing beside me, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
As for the bell, he even stared at the man in front of him.
Gugel?!It's you?You... are you back?It's strange, my master said that the cowards are dead, and he will die soon, why are you alive again!?
Looking at the bell chattering there, Gugel's abstract facial features raised a hint of sadness. He sighed lightly like no more memories, looking at me, the darkest and Quanshui.
The people at this camp told me that you can come here to find you, and through you, you can find the administrator.
Commander Quanshui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.
Are you...what is there anything you want to ask him?
We want to see him again.
The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said sincerely.
We originally planned to sleep in Shelter No. 101, but we could no longer hold the remnants of our guilty and uneasy souls there.
So we thought that instead of spending the rest of our time to repent, we might as well fulfill their long-cherished wishes for those compatriots who died because of us.
If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be useful, which may relieve the torment in our hearts.
Hope he can take us in!
Quanshui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.
Alliances are not charities and we do not take in anyone.
Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came.
I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the people gathered at the door of the warehouse with a smile.
but
As Quanshui expected, his words turned around.
…Anyone who is eager to end the wasteland and spontaneously determined to contribute to it, we welcome him to join!
Whether he is alive or dead.
Looking at Gugel with a slightly moved expression, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand.
Welcome, survivors of Shelter 100.
Tell me what you do best and we can start!
However, the final result was beyond his expectations.
According to the information exchanged by the player on the forum, the overload of the information module is not the artificial reason he imagined, but because the fusion reactor ignition caused the life monitoring module to restart and awaken the sleeping artificial intelligence, resulting in the Dome Self-Destruction Program, which terminated a century and a half ago. Continue reading the post.
Fortunately, his little players wisely used the clues left by the gravekeeper for them. By expanding the judgment range of life monitoring sensors, they successfully allowed AI managers to determine the bugs in the shelter as descendants of the shelter residents, thus ending the dome self-destruction procedure.
The rest of things to do is very simple.
As long as the communication module is fixed, the administrator's authority is regained, and then the bugs like shit mountains left behind by the sixty years of game between the tree man and the worker ants in the database can be completely eliminated, and the shelter can be restored to normal.
After two centuries, this refuge is no longer suitable as a casting well, and it needs to continue to exist as a refuge before disposing of the bugs inside.
When the situation is right, the league will redefine the purpose of the shelter.
However, Chu Guang still had a little doubt about this refuge.
Apart from the supervisor named Craig who died in the shelter as a human, where did the other 110 residents who uploaded their thinking to the circuit board?
He did not find any traces of the 110 residents in the shelter database.
They would never disappear from the shelter after uploading their minds to the circuit board.
Just as Chu Guang was thinking, he suddenly remembered that when his player first entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to mention that the terminal at the door had a record of visiting it in 2190.
2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.
This year happened to be the time when the supervisor, Craig, disappeared in the shelter, disappeared from the shelter...
……
Shelter No. 101.
After a few days, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was the cafe they had joined before.
However, unlike last time, the cafe in a corner of the downtown city was almost full of people. After walking to the corner of the store, Chu Guang discovered the way to wave to him.
Here.
Walking to Dr. Method, Chu Guang reached out and pulled open the chair directly opposite his seat and sat down, and said straight to the point.
Thank you for your password, the legacy of Shelter 100 is a timely help to us, especially the plasma engine.
Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Fa smiled slightly, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip, and said in a pleasant tone.
Yeah?I'm glad to help you, and I think the residents of Shelter 100 will be very pleased that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them.
Chu Guang sighed softly.
We tried to make up enough materials to produce a prototype using the black box and disassembled the produced prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers could not completely digest the technology, and could not find a production method outside the black box. They could only design a vehicle suitable for them around the prototype and battery.
There was no surprise on Dr. Method's face, but instead comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.
This is normal. It is a fantasy to want to produce that kind of thing independently under your current conditions. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to monetize the technology, so you don’t have to worry about things that cannot be accomplished.The black box is enough to help you complete the excessive from "nothing" to "knowing what is happening and knowing why", and what you need to do is to follow the current path step by step.
When I said this, the method seemed to remember something again, so I added a sentence later in a joking tone.
Of course, another possibility is not ruled out. Those black boxes are still black boxes for you until the end, and they have changed from auxiliary tools to drug addiction that cannot be quit.
I'll be wary of that kind of thing happening.
Chu Guang, who left this sentence, paused for a moment, put his index finger on his left arm and tapped it twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.
Seeing the holographic image Chu Guang pushed in front of him, he gently raised his eyebrows.
This is?
Chu Guang said concisely.
Our residents found not only the black boxes and manager logs in the shelter, but also the records left by the ‘trees’, ‘trees’ and ‘workers’, and they tried to sort out the 63-year history of the Shelter No. 100.
In fact, he just copied and pasted the content discussed by the players on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left behind the relatively objective part.
The method stretched out his index finger with interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and swiped the index finger to turn two pages.
……interesting.
He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.
...So in the end, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into insects than escape in the eyes of tree people did not really turn themselves into insects, nor did they really escape from the shelter.Even the ignorant guy who lived to the end at the bottom of the house, the ignorant guy who would even escape even if he was willing to demolish the house, finally let the insects eat him in order to save the refuge he hated.
This is too ironic.
I think if Craig was still alive, he would definitely be ridiculous. Maybe he would laugh at the pity bug. If it weren't for them, they would rather hide themselves in the cold storage than destroy the shelter, why would the 100 refuge be the result now?A group of humble insects, even if they do a little insignificant things at the end of their lives, is not enough for them to atone for their sins!
While talking about this, he raised the volume slightly, as if not in a private conversation, but to someone sitting in a noisy cafe.
Or read someone’s voice.
Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table and slowly let go.
Combined with the playful expression on the method's face, Chu Guang was convinced that this guy had seen that Craig.
The terminal passing through the door.
After thinking for a while, he expressed his opinion.
My opinion is different from you. In the eyes of me, as an outsider, whether it is a tree man or a worker ants, they are all residents of Shelter No. 100.Some of them want to build the shelter into a permanent prison for power, while the other part destroys the entire shelter for freedom.
In the conflict, they used the most extreme and deadliest means to each other, turning the rules originally formulated to protect them into tools to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is the reason why they eventually go to destruction.
In fact, everything they do is in line with the rules of their current situation, whether it is to hide their own life characteristics and trigger the dome self-destruct mechanism, or to use program bugs to trigger the reactor to overload and cut off the power.What is incredible is that no one wants to make up for these long-standing safety hazards, but keep them as nuclear bombs to deal with others.
Generally speaking, shelter residents will not go into cold storage collectively, and fusion stacks are almost impossible to overload. They did all the operations that designers had never imagined, and the result was tens of thousands of deaths and a shutdown of more than a century.
After pausing for a moment, Chu Guang continued in a chatting tone as he looked at the way he signaled him to continue.
The guy who claimed to be a tombkeeper finally realized that whether it was themselves or those high-ranking supervisors, they were essentially part of the shelter. Treemen did not come down from trees that did not exist, but were born from them.And their ending is not the stupidity of anyone, but everyone has an unshirkable responsibility.
From an outsider's perspective, I think his behavior at the last moment of his life is enough to atone for himself. Shelter No. 404 will take the torch from their hands, carry their memories, and continue to move forward for them, and fulfill their mission that they have forgotten for a moment of negligence.
When he said this, Chu Guang's face was quite regretful.
Although the shelter is kept.
But this is obviously not the perfect ending.
He paused, and he continued.
...Of course, if the Mr. Treeman, who lived to the end of his life, took the time to go to the bottom of the shelter in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era at the end of his life, took dozens of minutes to understand what was going on there, perhaps we would not have to wait for more than a hundred years to put an end to their grudges.
The answer has been written down.
It's not difficult to copy it once.
Even when the language is not understood and the translator is needed, the players of the league still rely on the only clues to understand the last words left by the worker ant who lived to the end, and took the last key he made with his life to close the systemic error that might cause the collapse of the entire refuge.
At this moment, a choking sound came from the adjacent table not far away.
Craig…that guy would never laugh at him…if he knew what that guy did.
That sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of teeth.
Chu Guang looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw a man wearing a gray jacket twitching his back to them, his shoulders twitching.
Not just him.
The same goes for others.
The intermittent choking sound floated from the other direction.
I remember that child... He became the supervisor in 1953 and was still a young man in his early twenties at that time.
He loved it more than anyone else, and I remember he said... After everything was over, he wanted to open a museum in the shelter and tell the stories of the previous ones to the young men in the Newcomer League.
Damn…Why didn’t that guy come to me!Why not use my body?I have decided to give up my body!Just take mine and use it!
The originally lively cafe has disappeared at some point, and the faces are filled with a sense of confusion, sobbing sadness and regret of closing their eyes.
It seems as he guessed
The 110 residents who uploaded their minds to The Great Tree did not sleep in Shelter 100, but were taken away by someone in the 61st year of Wasteland Era and had lost hope.
That person is the method.
He established a complete technical recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and devoted his life almost to his life. He left the Rift Valley with disappointment in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era and went to the south along the road that was completely opposite to the Academy.
Shelter No. 101 is obviously not the first shelter he visited. He left the visit record of the terminal outside the gate of Shelter No. 100 more than a hundred years ago!
When he met Chu Guang's inquiring eyes, the method did not give any explanation. He just took a sip of coffee, just like when Chu Guang first entered the door.
Then, he said something meaningful.
What do you think is the best ending for them?
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
Every part plays its original role.
Method: What does it mean?
Chu Guang said concisely.
It means literally. As a manager, supervision is supervision, and residents are residents.They actually made a pretty good head, and the situation in other shelters may be much worse than their start. However, they completely deviated from the original idea in practice. The residents closest to the tree became tree people who depended on the tree, and the residents farthest away from the tree were no longer humans.
Do you do your own job? You are talking about the most ideal situation, but it may be a completely different thing in practice. I put down the coffee cup in my hand and said with a faint smile. Just like the post-war reconstruction committee, believe it or not, it was the best way at that time. There have never been so many people of different identities who have dedicated their entirety to the same thing without reservation.Without it, the planet might have been ‘dead’.Even so, however, it only existed for 45 years.
Chu Guang said bluntly.
I know that the worst choice is the easiest, and the best choice is always the hardest, so we won't be them.
Method gently lifted your eyebrows.
Then which one are you?
Get up from the coffee table.
Chu Guang, who was supposed to leave, looked at the residents of Shelter No. 100 who were crying for yesterday, and answered the question of the method.
We are somewhere in between.
Neither the best nor the worst.
……
The excavation work of Shelter No. 100 has ended, and twenty-two black boxes have been recycled from the shelter one after another, and a large number of mechanical equipment have been transported out along with it.
Sanctuary No. 100 has left an amazing technical legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including cypress engineering armor. Compared with the current KV and miner series exoskeletons that the alliance is currently universal, it is more suitable for construction under complex terrain. It can even be completely free from the need for scaffolding and other auxiliary equipment, and climbing on nearly vertical construction surfaces while working.
Since the supervisors of No. 100 initially planned to spend their entire lives underground, the entire shelter has been focused on how to use limited resources and space to transform the shelter's environment more livable.
In addition, there are those little guys called Crab.
The gene source of this thing is probably the turtle, but the original DNA has been transformed so that even their biological mothers don’t recognize it. It can be treated as a brand new species.
The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymeric material bulletproof boards inserted into exoskeletons, as well as carbon-based integrated circuits.
The database of Shelter No. 100 contains various experimental data on these chitin materials and complete industrial application methods.
According to those data, the Alliance can directly use chitin materials piled in the shelter patio as ore.
Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a coalition biological mine for a long time.
At the same time, the ecological impact analysis of CBU is also being carried out simultaneously.
According to the judgment of the Alliance biologists, since the special ecological environment of Xizhou City, a series of creatures including mutated water strands, warship shrimps, and even cracked crabs are natural enemies, this creature did not spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City like the claws of death.
However, it is precisely because of this that the crumbs that survive in harsh environments will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the needles hidden in the abdomen will be sharper.
Currently, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute refers to the recommendations of Shelter No. 404 to officially name the Ghost Face Worm discovered in the Wasteland Era 213, and further explore the biotechnology it contains and the industrial value of the carapace.
In short, the novel gadgets recovered from Shelter No. 100 are enough for the various research institutions and production units of the alliance to work hard for a whole year.
Camp No. 100.
Looking at the machines piled up in the warehouse, I couldn't help but sigh.
Isn’t there a normal shelter on this wasteland?
The scientific research team needs to evaluate the value of these props obtained from digging graves, and then settle the rewards received by the Storm Corps in this operation.
This work will take several days.
Although the password and coordinates of the shelter are provided by the task, they only do the easy job of prying the coffin board, the credit for saving the shelter is still on their heads, and the final silver coins and contribution points rewards will not disappoint.
As the commander of the corps, Mr. Quanshui also remembered great achievements for the players who went deep into the dungeon.
When Quanshui heard the complaints from my darkest brother, he laughed.
Is there a possibility that normal shelters do not require us to dig graves at all. They have completed their original plans in the past two centuries, either joining the survivor settlement on the surface or becoming a settlement on their own.
Putting aside the weird stuff like the Enlightenment Club, Giant Rock City has been joining in with blue jackets one after another after fifty years of the Wasteland Era.
In addition, the origin of a business is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.
Not to mention that the alliance itself is the same, and even brought back a batch of shelters that were no longer able to do so.
Is survivor bias?
I sighed the darkest, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a machine spider beside me, and I couldn't help laughing and continued.
By the way, why did you follow me?
The bell riding on the back of the machine spider turned its head up dissatisfied.
You ask me?I want to ask you more!Didn’t you agree to let me go to the museum to be a tour guide?So where is the Alliance's museum?How long do I have to stay in this ghost place?
My darkest expression looked at it weirdly.
Let this guy be a museum tour guide...
Can you sell tickets?
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.
The two people standing in the room looked at the door almost at the same time, and saw a strange man standing there.
Not only him, but there were a large group of people behind him, looking like there were more than a hundred people.
They were wearing blue jackets, but their skin was dumb gray, like dummy models resting in an old window.
There is no doubt that they are bionics.
However, I don’t know if it was intentional, but they made the characteristics of bionic people very obvious, even abrupt. Not only were they all bald, but even their facial features only had a perfunctory outline.
It's just like the cold frost and solar eclipse when they first came to the alliance.
Looking at the person standing at the door, I hesitated for a darkest expression and asked subconsciously.
Who are you?
My name is... Gugel, it seemed that it took the man a while to remember his name and put his hand on his chest to salute slightly. We are survivors of Sanctuary No. 100.
I was stunned at the darkest moment, and the same was true for Quanshui standing beside me, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
As for the bell, he even stared at the man in front of him.
Gugel?!It's you?You... are you back?It's strange, my master said that the cowards are dead, and he will die soon, why are you alive again!?
Looking at the bell chattering there, Gugel's abstract facial features raised a hint of sadness. He sighed lightly like no more memories, looking at me, the darkest and Quanshui.
The people at this camp told me that you can come here to find you, and through you, you can find the administrator.
Commander Quanshui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.
Are you...what is there anything you want to ask him?
We want to see him again.
The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said sincerely.
We originally planned to sleep in Shelter No. 101, but we could no longer hold the remnants of our guilty and uneasy souls there.
So we thought that instead of spending the rest of our time to repent, we might as well fulfill their long-cherished wishes for those compatriots who died because of us.
If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be useful, which may relieve the torment in our hearts.
Hope he can take us in!
Quanshui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.
Alliances are not charities and we do not take in anyone.
Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came.
I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the people gathered at the door of the warehouse with a smile.
but
As Quanshui expected, his words turned around.
…Anyone who is eager to end the wasteland and spontaneously determined to contribute to it, we welcome him to join!
Whether he is alive or dead.
Looking at Gugel with a slightly moved expression, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand.
Welcome, survivors of Shelter 100.
Tell me what you do best and we can start!
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