The towering giant gate is like a fold in the hands of a judge, unveiling a small gap.
The ice slag blown out by the breeze was shining with a cold light that was even more radiant than a sword.
Standing in front of the towering giant door, the man wearing a heavy exoskeleton stared at everything in front of him in a daze. It took him a long time to put up a word.
Wori...
Ice are laid flat in the open space of thousands of square meters, and the curled people are pressing against the ground, maintaining the last second of their lives.
Some people prayed against the ground, some snuggled up with each other, some mothers and fathers holding children, and some family of three holding hands...
This is the 100th floor underground of Sanctuary No. 100, and the last floor.Its ceiling is the floor of the central patio, and the floor is the bottom of the entire shelter.
Perhaps because it is a warehouse area, it is the highest level of the single-story of the entire shelter.
Ten Punch Superman thought he could find some treasures on this level, and even if he was not good, he could find some valuable garbage, but he didn't expect that he would plunge into the pile of dead people as soon as he opened the door.
There are at least one or two thousand corpses lying in this warehouse alone, and there are several other warehouses here.
Those who might be fine are similar...
The soles of the boots stomped on the ground and made a creaking sound.
Ten Punch Man unconsciously walked through the crack in the door, walked into the ice storage that was tens of degrees below zero, and held a flashlight to check the surroundings.
He was more surprised than shocked and murmured to himself in a low voice.
...What the hell is going on here?
Following him into the ice library, the player wearing an exoskeleton squatted on the ground, carefully checked the ice wither lying on the ground, and took a photo of the corpse's face.
After a moment, he came to the conclusion.
Most people here should have died of hypoxia... They were not frozen to death, but more like they were frozen after death.
There are also some people who can see obvious gunshot wounds, even broken arms and hands and feet, and they are obviously dragged into this place after their death.
...Is there any difference?
He clapped his hands and stood up, and the player sighed.
That's not...
There is something to say.
It was the first time he saw so many dead people outside the battlefield.
The strong visual impact is completely different from the feeling when you see a corpse on the battlefield.After all, when I was on the battlefield, I didn’t have time to think about how a person died.
...The signal should not be sent from here, there is no living person here.
After taking a last look at the rows of frozen corpses, Ten Punch Man took back the light of the flashlight and continued to say to his teammate behind him.
Let's go out.
No one was willing to stay here for more, so the player nodded, retreated from the ice library with him, and pressed the closing button for the old popsicles.
The two continued to visit several warehouses.
Ten Punch Man soon discovered that, as he expected, the situation in these ice banks was basically the same, crowded with corpses frozen into ice.
There is no trace of fire exchange at the B100th floor. Who exactly stuffed these people into the ice warehouse and suffocated to death has become an unsolved mystery.
Just as the two of them had explored the last ice library, the player who went to the other side to explore returned from the front and greeted the two from afar.
This floor is probably the warehouse area. On the north is a cold storage for food, and on the south is a construction machine and daily necessities. However, the resources there are licked clean, and only one of the warehouses is different. It has been transformed into a work workshop. We also found generators and batteries, as well as some things that we can't understand.
Ten Punch Man immediately became interested when he heard this.
Let's go, take a look.
Following the player, the group soon came from the warehouse area in the north to the south.
The area here is much larger than the previous area, and the structure is much more complex.Tall metal brackets are like walls and require escalators to climb to the top.
As soon as he walked to this area, Ten Punch Man smelled a faint smell of motor oil and immediately noticed the uniqueness of this warehouse.
If the warehouses they searched for before were more like morgues, then it would be like a recycling bin full of garbage.
Several squid-type engineering armors were like crabs with shells, and the internal parts were almost removed, and they were hung with pliers and heads parked next to the scaffolding made of steel pipes.
Not far away, there were piles of dust-laden coils and patchwork modified machines. All kinds of equipment that players can't even understand what they are for.
Survivors living on this level put their intelligence and expertise to the extreme. They poured the ghost-faced worm's mucus into a glass jar of one person high to purify the electrolytes, and made disposable chemical batteries to power these temporary pieces of equipment.
Not only that, they later dismantled some machines picked up from other floors, transformed the entire warehouse into a small workstation that did not rely on shelter power, and modified a series of precision gadgets including integrated circuits on a simple workbench.
These strange devices look really powerful, but what made Ten Punch Man confused was that he didn't understand what these people were fiddling with.
What are they doing?
The teammates who followed him hesitated.
Maybe...are you planning to engage in a material cycle in this shelter like "Oxygen Deficiency"?
How could such a thing be possible...
It is not entirely impossible, at least they have not moved the body of the ice warehouse next door... Well, maybe they have not moved it. In short, from this point of view, they still have a lot of supplies left, and at least they still have room for choice.
This is indeed a novel idea.
People here have restored electricity and even allowed cold storages to work again, and they have obviously solved the most critical energy.
They freeze the bodies, and the bodies are now preserved intact, and the insects outside are not eaten. Obviously they have achieved their goal before the nutrients are exhausted, but what is confusing is where those people end up?
You can't just go back to the ice warehouse and lie down, right?
Looking at the planing table filled with chitin carapaces, Ten Fist Superman scratched the back of his head through his helmet, and felt a big head.
He knew nothing about archaeology, but at this moment he felt like he was at the archaeological site.
But what is interesting is that since the technology set in the prosperity era is far beyond the real world, he cannot use real world experience to infer the motivations of these survivors and guess what they want to do.
As soon as he walked to a desolation table, Ten Fist Superman reached out to pick up the bowl-shaped insect shell on the table and found a line of small words engraved on it.
The text was extracted using the translation function of the VM, and the light blue suspended window projected on the inside of his exoskeleton helmet tactical eyepiece.
…Commemorative, 77,274 residents, including 645 supervisors.
He read it out in a low voice.
An agile player walked to him and looked at the insect shell on his hand and said curiously.
What's this?Last words?
His nickname is Hutu Wei'an, which is the game added to the Beta04 version and the Storm Corps that joined at that time.
It is estimated that Ten Punch Man put the insect shell back on the table, retrieved the previously recycled manager log, glanced at the graffiti-like murals on the surrounding walls.
Probably speculate that there should have been a conflict or war here before. The refuge residents and supervisors fought a battle, and then the supervisor drove them to the bottom and cut off their power?However, they also cut off the upper level supplies, and the two sides remained unrest for a while...
Actually, there is no need to guess at all.
They were all over the way down here, especially the corridor on the B51st floor was filled with dense bullet holes.
In order to compete for the administrator's office, the two sides dropped thousands of bodies in just one corridor, all of which could be identified by the variable temperature jackets of the shelter residents.
Of course, compared with those in the warehouse next door, the tragic situation there is nothing but a witch.
No matter what they did, has the abnormal life signal been found?A power player came over and coughed and said, "This place always makes me feel creepy. Let's finish the task quickly and go up."
His nickname is unconscious. The Beta01 version of the game was added. He didn't know him before joining the Storm Corps, but his ID was surprisingly similar, so he was misunderstood as a couple's name.
I don’t know where Brother Quanshui got so many top-notch products.
Not discovered yet.Ten Fist Man shook his head, walked to the wall with murals engraved on the side, and took a few photos.
The one who was buried beside him muttered.
No more precise coordinates?Just at this level... this prompt is too abstract.
Another player shook his head.
The monitoring and sensor of B100 have been removed. To be precise, this is true from the downward part of the B51 layer. The life signal is captured by the sensor of the B51 layer. It is impossible to determine its specific location. We can only faintly sense its existence.
After carefully observing the details of the mural, Ten Fist Man found another line of words on the wall, and the handwriting and the person who engraved the letters on the insect shell seemed to be the same person.
Following the mottled rust lines, he whispered.
...Tree people do not come from indescribable trees, just like trees, from us from beginning to end, and the arrogance of others is also the sin of our arrogance.
Order should be a fortress to shelter us, but we cast its bricks and stones into swords that slaughter each other.
We have forgotten where we are going, where we come from, and even more so why we first forged this fortress and eventually became its puppet.
I will die in the end.
And I will spend the rest of my life completing our tombstone.
Gravekeeper at Shelter No. 100.
No name was left at the signature, only a string of numbers were left.
Ten Punch Man had an idea, thinking that this might be the number of periods to record time, so he converted the number in unit to find out that the last words were written in the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.
So... all those survivors died in the end?
Looking at the century-old mural on the wall, he frowned slightly and looked at the mountains of machines next to him.
Are these things just burial objects in the tomb?
He instinctively felt that it was not that simple.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the teammates who were searching not far away.
There is a dormant cabin here!
Hearing the sound, Ten Punch Man rushed over immediately.
At the end of rows of shelves wrapped around various pipelines, a machine with an area of about a dozen square meters stood.
In the center of the machine is a dormant compartment and to the right is a broken glass jar.
Judging from the fragments scattered on the ground, the glass jar should have been broken from the inside, and something came out from the inside.
Judging from the feedback results of the VM's life signal radar, the vague life signal was sent from this dormant pole!
Everyone's faces instantly rose to joy.
There are living people here!
I'll open it!
Ten Punch Man took a step forward, pulled out the data cable from the VM, connected it to the interface of this sleeping compartment, and pressed the power-on button at the same time.
The hacking mini program prepared by the scientific research team immediately played a role and quickly obtained the control authority of the hibernation cabin program.
Obviously, Yin Fang is professional when it comes to prying the refrigerator.
Ten Punch Man pressed the door button without hesitation, but when a rotten stinking smell floated out with the sensational leak, he immediately realized something was wrong.
A dozen ghost-faced insects drilled out of the gap in the hatch door and made a sound of hiking at the people standing in front of the dormant cabin.
Wo Ri!
Hunting Wei'an was so scared that he pulled the trigger reflexively. Three gunshots instantly tore the bugs crawling to his feet, and also broke the silence in the warehouse.
Ceasefire!Don't break the things here!
A slap the bug that was pounced on the ground, and the Ten-Fist Superman raised his foot and stepped it into a pool of mud.
Finally, the bugs that were rushing out were solved. He then looked at the open dormant pole and saw an incomplete skeleton lying inside.
The man put his hands on his chest, holding the broken half-piece of the glass bottle, and could see tiny insect shells and broken egg pieces.
Based on various details, this person should have taken the initiative to lie into the dormant compartment with these insect eggs.However, he did not start the freezing program, but only started the negative pressure program.
After completing a certain ceremony, he ended his life in some way and handed over the remains to the bugs.
Ten-Fist Superman stared at the remains of this guy and the insect eggs stuffed with skeletons. He couldn't say a word for a long time.
They had previously detected a suspected human-shaped life signal, and they thought that survivors survived, but they didn't expect it to be a bunch of bugs!
What's OK?
Just as he was stunned, the harsh alarm suddenly sounded.
Not knowing what happened, everyone quickly looked around, but they saw the warning light above their heads flashing red light with the alarm bell, making people feel restless.
……what happened?He was buried in the ground and looked around alertly.
At this moment, the VM worn on the left arm of the Ten Fist Superman and connected to the dormant compartment suddenly turned white on the screen.
Then it was like a haunted person. The UI interface of the scientific research team mini program was replaced by an old man whose facial features were blurred by mosaics.
Notice the change of the VM on his arm, Ten Punch Man immediately looked at the old man on the screen and asked alertly.
Who are you?
While speaking, his right hand had already grasped the data cable and was ready to physically disconnect the network at any time.
The old man floating in the white snow looked at him quietly, and his intermittent voice floated out from behind his facial features that were blurred by mosaics.
I am the 'tree', the manager here.
Hearing this unexpected name, Ten Punch Man was stunned and then subconsciously said.
……Tree?!Aren't you dead?
The old man continued calmly.
AI has no concept of life and death. The meaning of my existence is to the residents living here. I will continue to fulfill my mission until they no longer need me.
Ten Punch Man wants to continue asking questions, but there are more important things right now.
What is the sound outside?Did we make any…taboos?
The tree answered his question in a tone without any ups and downs.
That is the trailer for my mission to reach its end.
Before the man in front of the screen asked in detail, it continued.
The reactor is operating normally, the life monitoring sensor has been restarted, the detection program continues to be implemented, and the number of active life signals of residents remains below 3,000 for 24 consecutive hours. The shelter protection agreement will enter the final stage, and the dome self-destruction program will be initiated to guide the surface ruins and earthwork structures to fall into the patio.
The players who understood the last sentence were shocked in an instant.
What's the thing?!
Self-destruction?!
As if he felt everyone's mood swings, Chu continued calmly.
Don't panic, what you are about to see is the ultimate fate of this refuge, which was designed from the moment it was made.
Ten Fist Superman looked at the guy on the screen with a confused look on his face.
It's okay not to panic...
How could you not panic!
It is now the 213th year of Wasteland Era!
The time planned has deviated by more than 100 years!
If the dome self-destruction program is really executed, what will happen in the end is that, and maybe they will bury the entire refuge directly.
To put it bluntly.
This is a program designed two hundred years ago, how can you expect it to be reliable two hundred years later.
What’s even more terrible is that the countdown is not 24 hours at all, but 10 minutes!They didn't even have time to evacuate with the black box!
The progress bar has already left halfway long ago!
At the critical moment, he calmed down instead and said to the old man on the screen.
Can you stop?The current situation no longer meets the conditions for starting the dome self-destruct program!
The tree replied in a sound without any ups and downs.
The request is violated, the administrator's permission is not detected, and the asylum agreement cannot be modified.
When I heard the first half of the sentence, Ten Punch Man's mood sank to the bottom, but when I heard the last sentence, I rekindled hope.
The reason for the request violation is to modify the protocol, not the request itself.
In other words
As long as he does not modify the agreement itself and only reinterprets the original terms, he still has the opportunity to convince this stubborn AI!
The thoughts in my mind were turning rapidly.
Suddenly, he noticed the body holding the insect egg in the dormant compartment, and the thoughts in his mind instantly opened.
The answer was left long ago...
Looking at the tree on the screen, he took a deep breath and said seriously.
I have questions about the rules for determining the disappearance of the life signals of residents.
The tree really responded to him.
What questions?
Ten Punch Man looked at the virtual image on the screen and said word by word.
Am I a resident of Shelter No. 100?
The tree answered coldly.
No registered biometric information was detected and determined as No.
Ten Punch Man: So only if the residents of the 'Sanctuary No. 100' retain 3,000 people can be ensured that the dome self-destruction program will not be executed.
Tree: Correct understanding is one of the basic conditions. In addition, the average number of people needs to be maintained at more than 5,000 for 180 consecutive days.
Ten Punch Man: So I want to ask, what about the children of the residents of Shelter No. 100?Can it also be considered a resident of Shelter No. 100?
Tree: Of course, as long as the biological inheritance relationship between different living organisms can be proved, you can obtain the status of a refuge resident.
Looking at the countdown that was only a few minutes left, Ten Punch Man interrupted it and said quickly.
Then I beg you to open your eyes and see how many people there are in this refuge!
Tree: Zero.
Ignoring its cold and ruthless answer, Ten Punch Man did not give up, but continued to quibble with the dead horse as a living horse.
Open your eyes a little longer!They have not disappeared, they are all still here, but during this period of sleep, they have changed their life forms!The bugs in your eyes are the continuation of their lives, and the evidence is in the dormant cabin in front of me!What is the biometric information before the last resident on the B100th floor lies in, and what is the biometric information after opening the door? Isn’t this enough to prove their identity?
Ten Punch Man knew very well that he was a sophist.
However, this set of arguments was not made up by him, but a witness had already thought about it for him more than a hundred years ago.
The guy who claimed to be a gravekeeper.
The rituals he completed were not meaningless, and the legacy he left behind was not for him to be buried with him.
The guy had long expected that someone would unveil the grave one day in the future, and also expected that those people would restart the silent reactor.
In order to revoke the mistake made because of their common stupidity, to stop the dome self-destruction program, he designed the final death for himself, using the vulnerability of the refuge biometric program to turn himself into a bug.
This is the last time he used the bug in the shelter rules.
But this time it was not to fight against the tree people, but to save the home he once hated and tried to escape at all costs.
The tree thought for a while.
Under the gaze of a group of players, he nodded slowly.
Supplementary regulations are updated.
The judgment result is corrected, and the current number of residents is 6.79 million...
The harsh sirens stopped at the last minute of the countdown, and Ten Punch Man and his teammates were relieved.
He was shocked after recovering.
I didn’t expect that there were so many ghost-faced insects in this refuge... more than six million.
But no matter what, the level in front of us has finally passed. As for how to deal with this mess in the future, it will be left to the manager to consider.
There should be a way to get the administrator's permission back from that tree.
At this time, the old man on the screen whose facial features were blurred by mosaic suddenly smiled softly.
Although the curve of his mouth was not visible, Ten Punch Man was sure that he read it right.
Leave it to you.
A meaningful monologue was thrown away. Before everyone could come to their senses, the snowflakes flashing on the screen disappeared.
It's like it's never happened...
He was stunned for a moment.
What did he say?
Ten Punch Man was also stunned.
It seems to be saying... it's handed over to us?
Unconscious and confused.
What's the meaning?
I don't know... Ten Punch Man took a deep breath and looked at his teammates. In short, I will go offline first and report the situation here to the outside.Don’t touch the things here for the time being, maybe there are other weird things hidden inside.
The task has been completed.
He doesn't want to create troubles outside the night.
The other teammates looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Um.
Ten Punch Man sat on the ground and closed his eyes.
At the same time, the official website of another world.
As soon as he entered the forum, he saw a string of red dots floating on his private mailbox. When he clicked in, he saw my darkest crazy small window.
I'm the darkest: Damn, what are you doing below?
Ten Punch Man: That Ah, don’t worry, it’s done just now.
I'm the darkest: ???
Ten Punch Man: In addition, we have finished the final side line... It’s a pity that the survivor was not found. There were a bunch of bugs stuffed into the dormant pole, and that person ended his life.
I'm the darkest: Have you finished your life?Wait, haven't they turned into bugs?(Shocked)
Ten Punch Man: Turned into a bug?Is that true?But I feel that is more like a normal neural connection device.
My darkest: Ah...
Ten Punch Man: According to the last words left by the last survivor of the B100th floor, he dragged his compatriot's body into the ice storage and finally lay in the dormant compartment himself. However, he did not start the freezing program, but chose to end his life... Perhaps at the end of his life, he controlled the robot or the bug and went out to take a look at the outside world, and turned into a bug as you said.
I was silent for a long time before I replied to him.
...This is too absurd.
Ten Punch Man sighed and typed back.
That's right, I think, but this is their final outcome... Our mission has been completed and it's time to withdraw.
What he knew was only the perspective of the worker ants, and he did not understand the full picture of the crisis that occurred in this refuge more than a hundred years ago.
Perhaps the past of this refuge will appear on the forum of Wasteland OL in the future, just like the refuge discovered by other players.
but.
Maybe you don't have to expect the dog to plan to do this by yourself...
The ice slag blown out by the breeze was shining with a cold light that was even more radiant than a sword.
Standing in front of the towering giant door, the man wearing a heavy exoskeleton stared at everything in front of him in a daze. It took him a long time to put up a word.
Wori...
Ice are laid flat in the open space of thousands of square meters, and the curled people are pressing against the ground, maintaining the last second of their lives.
Some people prayed against the ground, some snuggled up with each other, some mothers and fathers holding children, and some family of three holding hands...
This is the 100th floor underground of Sanctuary No. 100, and the last floor.Its ceiling is the floor of the central patio, and the floor is the bottom of the entire shelter.
Perhaps because it is a warehouse area, it is the highest level of the single-story of the entire shelter.
Ten Punch Superman thought he could find some treasures on this level, and even if he was not good, he could find some valuable garbage, but he didn't expect that he would plunge into the pile of dead people as soon as he opened the door.
There are at least one or two thousand corpses lying in this warehouse alone, and there are several other warehouses here.
Those who might be fine are similar...
The soles of the boots stomped on the ground and made a creaking sound.
Ten Punch Man unconsciously walked through the crack in the door, walked into the ice storage that was tens of degrees below zero, and held a flashlight to check the surroundings.
He was more surprised than shocked and murmured to himself in a low voice.
...What the hell is going on here?
Following him into the ice library, the player wearing an exoskeleton squatted on the ground, carefully checked the ice wither lying on the ground, and took a photo of the corpse's face.
After a moment, he came to the conclusion.
Most people here should have died of hypoxia... They were not frozen to death, but more like they were frozen after death.
There are also some people who can see obvious gunshot wounds, even broken arms and hands and feet, and they are obviously dragged into this place after their death.
...Is there any difference?
He clapped his hands and stood up, and the player sighed.
That's not...
There is something to say.
It was the first time he saw so many dead people outside the battlefield.
The strong visual impact is completely different from the feeling when you see a corpse on the battlefield.After all, when I was on the battlefield, I didn’t have time to think about how a person died.
...The signal should not be sent from here, there is no living person here.
After taking a last look at the rows of frozen corpses, Ten Punch Man took back the light of the flashlight and continued to say to his teammate behind him.
Let's go out.
No one was willing to stay here for more, so the player nodded, retreated from the ice library with him, and pressed the closing button for the old popsicles.
The two continued to visit several warehouses.
Ten Punch Man soon discovered that, as he expected, the situation in these ice banks was basically the same, crowded with corpses frozen into ice.
There is no trace of fire exchange at the B100th floor. Who exactly stuffed these people into the ice warehouse and suffocated to death has become an unsolved mystery.
Just as the two of them had explored the last ice library, the player who went to the other side to explore returned from the front and greeted the two from afar.
This floor is probably the warehouse area. On the north is a cold storage for food, and on the south is a construction machine and daily necessities. However, the resources there are licked clean, and only one of the warehouses is different. It has been transformed into a work workshop. We also found generators and batteries, as well as some things that we can't understand.
Ten Punch Man immediately became interested when he heard this.
Let's go, take a look.
Following the player, the group soon came from the warehouse area in the north to the south.
The area here is much larger than the previous area, and the structure is much more complex.Tall metal brackets are like walls and require escalators to climb to the top.
As soon as he walked to this area, Ten Punch Man smelled a faint smell of motor oil and immediately noticed the uniqueness of this warehouse.
If the warehouses they searched for before were more like morgues, then it would be like a recycling bin full of garbage.
Several squid-type engineering armors were like crabs with shells, and the internal parts were almost removed, and they were hung with pliers and heads parked next to the scaffolding made of steel pipes.
Not far away, there were piles of dust-laden coils and patchwork modified machines. All kinds of equipment that players can't even understand what they are for.
Survivors living on this level put their intelligence and expertise to the extreme. They poured the ghost-faced worm's mucus into a glass jar of one person high to purify the electrolytes, and made disposable chemical batteries to power these temporary pieces of equipment.
Not only that, they later dismantled some machines picked up from other floors, transformed the entire warehouse into a small workstation that did not rely on shelter power, and modified a series of precision gadgets including integrated circuits on a simple workbench.
These strange devices look really powerful, but what made Ten Punch Man confused was that he didn't understand what these people were fiddling with.
What are they doing?
The teammates who followed him hesitated.
Maybe...are you planning to engage in a material cycle in this shelter like "Oxygen Deficiency"?
How could such a thing be possible...
It is not entirely impossible, at least they have not moved the body of the ice warehouse next door... Well, maybe they have not moved it. In short, from this point of view, they still have a lot of supplies left, and at least they still have room for choice.
This is indeed a novel idea.
People here have restored electricity and even allowed cold storages to work again, and they have obviously solved the most critical energy.
They freeze the bodies, and the bodies are now preserved intact, and the insects outside are not eaten. Obviously they have achieved their goal before the nutrients are exhausted, but what is confusing is where those people end up?
You can't just go back to the ice warehouse and lie down, right?
Looking at the planing table filled with chitin carapaces, Ten Fist Superman scratched the back of his head through his helmet, and felt a big head.
He knew nothing about archaeology, but at this moment he felt like he was at the archaeological site.
But what is interesting is that since the technology set in the prosperity era is far beyond the real world, he cannot use real world experience to infer the motivations of these survivors and guess what they want to do.
As soon as he walked to a desolation table, Ten Fist Superman reached out to pick up the bowl-shaped insect shell on the table and found a line of small words engraved on it.
The text was extracted using the translation function of the VM, and the light blue suspended window projected on the inside of his exoskeleton helmet tactical eyepiece.
…Commemorative, 77,274 residents, including 645 supervisors.
He read it out in a low voice.
An agile player walked to him and looked at the insect shell on his hand and said curiously.
What's this?Last words?
His nickname is Hutu Wei'an, which is the game added to the Beta04 version and the Storm Corps that joined at that time.
It is estimated that Ten Punch Man put the insect shell back on the table, retrieved the previously recycled manager log, glanced at the graffiti-like murals on the surrounding walls.
Probably speculate that there should have been a conflict or war here before. The refuge residents and supervisors fought a battle, and then the supervisor drove them to the bottom and cut off their power?However, they also cut off the upper level supplies, and the two sides remained unrest for a while...
Actually, there is no need to guess at all.
They were all over the way down here, especially the corridor on the B51st floor was filled with dense bullet holes.
In order to compete for the administrator's office, the two sides dropped thousands of bodies in just one corridor, all of which could be identified by the variable temperature jackets of the shelter residents.
Of course, compared with those in the warehouse next door, the tragic situation there is nothing but a witch.
No matter what they did, has the abnormal life signal been found?A power player came over and coughed and said, "This place always makes me feel creepy. Let's finish the task quickly and go up."
His nickname is unconscious. The Beta01 version of the game was added. He didn't know him before joining the Storm Corps, but his ID was surprisingly similar, so he was misunderstood as a couple's name.
I don’t know where Brother Quanshui got so many top-notch products.
Not discovered yet.Ten Fist Man shook his head, walked to the wall with murals engraved on the side, and took a few photos.
The one who was buried beside him muttered.
No more precise coordinates?Just at this level... this prompt is too abstract.
Another player shook his head.
The monitoring and sensor of B100 have been removed. To be precise, this is true from the downward part of the B51 layer. The life signal is captured by the sensor of the B51 layer. It is impossible to determine its specific location. We can only faintly sense its existence.
After carefully observing the details of the mural, Ten Fist Man found another line of words on the wall, and the handwriting and the person who engraved the letters on the insect shell seemed to be the same person.
Following the mottled rust lines, he whispered.
...Tree people do not come from indescribable trees, just like trees, from us from beginning to end, and the arrogance of others is also the sin of our arrogance.
Order should be a fortress to shelter us, but we cast its bricks and stones into swords that slaughter each other.
We have forgotten where we are going, where we come from, and even more so why we first forged this fortress and eventually became its puppet.
I will die in the end.
And I will spend the rest of my life completing our tombstone.
Gravekeeper at Shelter No. 100.
No name was left at the signature, only a string of numbers were left.
Ten Punch Man had an idea, thinking that this might be the number of periods to record time, so he converted the number in unit to find out that the last words were written in the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.
So... all those survivors died in the end?
Looking at the century-old mural on the wall, he frowned slightly and looked at the mountains of machines next to him.
Are these things just burial objects in the tomb?
He instinctively felt that it was not that simple.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the teammates who were searching not far away.
There is a dormant cabin here!
Hearing the sound, Ten Punch Man rushed over immediately.
At the end of rows of shelves wrapped around various pipelines, a machine with an area of about a dozen square meters stood.
In the center of the machine is a dormant compartment and to the right is a broken glass jar.
Judging from the fragments scattered on the ground, the glass jar should have been broken from the inside, and something came out from the inside.
Judging from the feedback results of the VM's life signal radar, the vague life signal was sent from this dormant pole!
Everyone's faces instantly rose to joy.
There are living people here!
I'll open it!
Ten Punch Man took a step forward, pulled out the data cable from the VM, connected it to the interface of this sleeping compartment, and pressed the power-on button at the same time.
The hacking mini program prepared by the scientific research team immediately played a role and quickly obtained the control authority of the hibernation cabin program.
Obviously, Yin Fang is professional when it comes to prying the refrigerator.
Ten Punch Man pressed the door button without hesitation, but when a rotten stinking smell floated out with the sensational leak, he immediately realized something was wrong.
A dozen ghost-faced insects drilled out of the gap in the hatch door and made a sound of hiking at the people standing in front of the dormant cabin.
Wo Ri!
Hunting Wei'an was so scared that he pulled the trigger reflexively. Three gunshots instantly tore the bugs crawling to his feet, and also broke the silence in the warehouse.
Ceasefire!Don't break the things here!
A slap the bug that was pounced on the ground, and the Ten-Fist Superman raised his foot and stepped it into a pool of mud.
Finally, the bugs that were rushing out were solved. He then looked at the open dormant pole and saw an incomplete skeleton lying inside.
The man put his hands on his chest, holding the broken half-piece of the glass bottle, and could see tiny insect shells and broken egg pieces.
Based on various details, this person should have taken the initiative to lie into the dormant compartment with these insect eggs.However, he did not start the freezing program, but only started the negative pressure program.
After completing a certain ceremony, he ended his life in some way and handed over the remains to the bugs.
Ten-Fist Superman stared at the remains of this guy and the insect eggs stuffed with skeletons. He couldn't say a word for a long time.
They had previously detected a suspected human-shaped life signal, and they thought that survivors survived, but they didn't expect it to be a bunch of bugs!
What's OK?
Just as he was stunned, the harsh alarm suddenly sounded.
Not knowing what happened, everyone quickly looked around, but they saw the warning light above their heads flashing red light with the alarm bell, making people feel restless.
……what happened?He was buried in the ground and looked around alertly.
At this moment, the VM worn on the left arm of the Ten Fist Superman and connected to the dormant compartment suddenly turned white on the screen.
Then it was like a haunted person. The UI interface of the scientific research team mini program was replaced by an old man whose facial features were blurred by mosaics.
Notice the change of the VM on his arm, Ten Punch Man immediately looked at the old man on the screen and asked alertly.
Who are you?
While speaking, his right hand had already grasped the data cable and was ready to physically disconnect the network at any time.
The old man floating in the white snow looked at him quietly, and his intermittent voice floated out from behind his facial features that were blurred by mosaics.
I am the 'tree', the manager here.
Hearing this unexpected name, Ten Punch Man was stunned and then subconsciously said.
……Tree?!Aren't you dead?
The old man continued calmly.
AI has no concept of life and death. The meaning of my existence is to the residents living here. I will continue to fulfill my mission until they no longer need me.
Ten Punch Man wants to continue asking questions, but there are more important things right now.
What is the sound outside?Did we make any…taboos?
The tree answered his question in a tone without any ups and downs.
That is the trailer for my mission to reach its end.
Before the man in front of the screen asked in detail, it continued.
The reactor is operating normally, the life monitoring sensor has been restarted, the detection program continues to be implemented, and the number of active life signals of residents remains below 3,000 for 24 consecutive hours. The shelter protection agreement will enter the final stage, and the dome self-destruction program will be initiated to guide the surface ruins and earthwork structures to fall into the patio.
The players who understood the last sentence were shocked in an instant.
What's the thing?!
Self-destruction?!
As if he felt everyone's mood swings, Chu continued calmly.
Don't panic, what you are about to see is the ultimate fate of this refuge, which was designed from the moment it was made.
Ten Fist Superman looked at the guy on the screen with a confused look on his face.
It's okay not to panic...
How could you not panic!
It is now the 213th year of Wasteland Era!
The time planned has deviated by more than 100 years!
If the dome self-destruction program is really executed, what will happen in the end is that, and maybe they will bury the entire refuge directly.
To put it bluntly.
This is a program designed two hundred years ago, how can you expect it to be reliable two hundred years later.
What’s even more terrible is that the countdown is not 24 hours at all, but 10 minutes!They didn't even have time to evacuate with the black box!
The progress bar has already left halfway long ago!
At the critical moment, he calmed down instead and said to the old man on the screen.
Can you stop?The current situation no longer meets the conditions for starting the dome self-destruct program!
The tree replied in a sound without any ups and downs.
The request is violated, the administrator's permission is not detected, and the asylum agreement cannot be modified.
When I heard the first half of the sentence, Ten Punch Man's mood sank to the bottom, but when I heard the last sentence, I rekindled hope.
The reason for the request violation is to modify the protocol, not the request itself.
In other words
As long as he does not modify the agreement itself and only reinterprets the original terms, he still has the opportunity to convince this stubborn AI!
The thoughts in my mind were turning rapidly.
Suddenly, he noticed the body holding the insect egg in the dormant compartment, and the thoughts in his mind instantly opened.
The answer was left long ago...
Looking at the tree on the screen, he took a deep breath and said seriously.
I have questions about the rules for determining the disappearance of the life signals of residents.
The tree really responded to him.
What questions?
Ten Punch Man looked at the virtual image on the screen and said word by word.
Am I a resident of Shelter No. 100?
The tree answered coldly.
No registered biometric information was detected and determined as No.
Ten Punch Man: So only if the residents of the 'Sanctuary No. 100' retain 3,000 people can be ensured that the dome self-destruction program will not be executed.
Tree: Correct understanding is one of the basic conditions. In addition, the average number of people needs to be maintained at more than 5,000 for 180 consecutive days.
Ten Punch Man: So I want to ask, what about the children of the residents of Shelter No. 100?Can it also be considered a resident of Shelter No. 100?
Tree: Of course, as long as the biological inheritance relationship between different living organisms can be proved, you can obtain the status of a refuge resident.
Looking at the countdown that was only a few minutes left, Ten Punch Man interrupted it and said quickly.
Then I beg you to open your eyes and see how many people there are in this refuge!
Tree: Zero.
Ignoring its cold and ruthless answer, Ten Punch Man did not give up, but continued to quibble with the dead horse as a living horse.
Open your eyes a little longer!They have not disappeared, they are all still here, but during this period of sleep, they have changed their life forms!The bugs in your eyes are the continuation of their lives, and the evidence is in the dormant cabin in front of me!What is the biometric information before the last resident on the B100th floor lies in, and what is the biometric information after opening the door? Isn’t this enough to prove their identity?
Ten Punch Man knew very well that he was a sophist.
However, this set of arguments was not made up by him, but a witness had already thought about it for him more than a hundred years ago.
The guy who claimed to be a gravekeeper.
The rituals he completed were not meaningless, and the legacy he left behind was not for him to be buried with him.
The guy had long expected that someone would unveil the grave one day in the future, and also expected that those people would restart the silent reactor.
In order to revoke the mistake made because of their common stupidity, to stop the dome self-destruction program, he designed the final death for himself, using the vulnerability of the refuge biometric program to turn himself into a bug.
This is the last time he used the bug in the shelter rules.
But this time it was not to fight against the tree people, but to save the home he once hated and tried to escape at all costs.
The tree thought for a while.
Under the gaze of a group of players, he nodded slowly.
Supplementary regulations are updated.
The judgment result is corrected, and the current number of residents is 6.79 million...
The harsh sirens stopped at the last minute of the countdown, and Ten Punch Man and his teammates were relieved.
He was shocked after recovering.
I didn’t expect that there were so many ghost-faced insects in this refuge... more than six million.
But no matter what, the level in front of us has finally passed. As for how to deal with this mess in the future, it will be left to the manager to consider.
There should be a way to get the administrator's permission back from that tree.
At this time, the old man on the screen whose facial features were blurred by mosaic suddenly smiled softly.
Although the curve of his mouth was not visible, Ten Punch Man was sure that he read it right.
Leave it to you.
A meaningful monologue was thrown away. Before everyone could come to their senses, the snowflakes flashing on the screen disappeared.
It's like it's never happened...
He was stunned for a moment.
What did he say?
Ten Punch Man was also stunned.
It seems to be saying... it's handed over to us?
Unconscious and confused.
What's the meaning?
I don't know... Ten Punch Man took a deep breath and looked at his teammates. In short, I will go offline first and report the situation here to the outside.Don’t touch the things here for the time being, maybe there are other weird things hidden inside.
The task has been completed.
He doesn't want to create troubles outside the night.
The other teammates looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Um.
Ten Punch Man sat on the ground and closed his eyes.
At the same time, the official website of another world.
As soon as he entered the forum, he saw a string of red dots floating on his private mailbox. When he clicked in, he saw my darkest crazy small window.
I'm the darkest: Damn, what are you doing below?
Ten Punch Man: That Ah, don’t worry, it’s done just now.
I'm the darkest: ???
Ten Punch Man: In addition, we have finished the final side line... It’s a pity that the survivor was not found. There were a bunch of bugs stuffed into the dormant pole, and that person ended his life.
I'm the darkest: Have you finished your life?Wait, haven't they turned into bugs?(Shocked)
Ten Punch Man: Turned into a bug?Is that true?But I feel that is more like a normal neural connection device.
My darkest: Ah...
Ten Punch Man: According to the last words left by the last survivor of the B100th floor, he dragged his compatriot's body into the ice storage and finally lay in the dormant compartment himself. However, he did not start the freezing program, but chose to end his life... Perhaps at the end of his life, he controlled the robot or the bug and went out to take a look at the outside world, and turned into a bug as you said.
I was silent for a long time before I replied to him.
...This is too absurd.
Ten Punch Man sighed and typed back.
That's right, I think, but this is their final outcome... Our mission has been completed and it's time to withdraw.
What he knew was only the perspective of the worker ants, and he did not understand the full picture of the crisis that occurred in this refuge more than a hundred years ago.
Perhaps the past of this refuge will appear on the forum of Wasteland OL in the future, just like the refuge discovered by other players.
but.
Maybe you don't have to expect the dog to plan to do this by yourself...
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