All the design ideas of Shelter No. 100 are to serve the reconstruction of the earth's surface. For this reason, the entire shelter is designed with an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night, and the vast majority of residents live in the living area with a tube building structure.
Now this place has become the lair of the Dire-faced Insect.
Fortunately, these bugs do not form a hive-like society and are not commanded by a unified hive consciousness.
Otherwise, the players of the alliance might be "bang banged" by tens of thousands of ghost-faced bugs as soon as they enter the shelter.
A search of Vault 100 was not immediately launched.
The first thing I did was to reorganize the 100 reinforcements that Spring Water brought from the surface. I asked Kakarot to lead 60 people to set up a light machine gun at the edge of the patio, and I took 20 strength and physique people.
The brothers from the department put on the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.
Ling Dang, who was riding a four-legged robot, had been following him, watching everyone throw the cable towards the elevator shaft, and stepped into the elevator shaft one leg first.
I was most startled by its sudden movement, but soon discovered that it did not fall in, but lay firmly on the wall.
The soles of the four legs seemed to be coated with some special adsorbent material, allowing them to climb straight up and down in the almost vertical elevator shaft.
"There's something about your mount."
Looking at this gadget in surprise, I stretched out my right hand toward it, trying to see if it could catch me.
As a result, Bell seemed to have eyes on its back, and with just a slight sway of its body, it easily dodged the extended right hand.
"There's no need to try. I can't carry you. You'd better pay attention to your steps. The further down you go, the more cute little ones there are."
I subconsciously flashed the flashlight downwards, but luckily I didn't see any ghost-faced insects on the vertical well wall.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he glared hard at the guy riding on the back of the spider robot, and while alert to the dangers in the darkness, he pulled the rope and slid deeper into the elevator shaft.
Finally arrived at the B40 floor.
I reached out my hand and knocked hard on the door twice. The closed alloy door soon made a creaking sound of metal friction, and slowly opened to both sides under the remote control of a certain manager.
The moment he opened the door, a sound of wings vibrating immediately hit him.
"嘁嘁嘁-" "日!"
I was so frightened that I shuddered. As I kicked my legs and swung back, I grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and started shooting.
Dozens of ghost-faced insects were killed instantly, but it was inevitable that a few slipped through the net and rushed into the elevator shaft.
In order to prevent the ricochet from injuring their own people, several players who followed me in the descent immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks and started a hand-to-hand fight with the ghost-faced insects that jumped nearby.
One thing that can be said is that this insect is indeed not very aggressive, and the stinging needles on its abdomen are like a nail gun.
However, when faced with the "turtle shell-level" defense of the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton, the chitin stingers are still a little less useful.
"This thing is actually not as difficult to deal with as I thought, it's just a bit disgusting."
After removing the bug that was lying on the helmet and shaking its sting like Teddy, a certain strength animal knocked it against the wall with a look of disgust.
It was smashed into a pool of dark green slurry.
Another player who was following him wiped the mucus on his dagger and joked with a smile.
"No, our captain's sanity is almost gone."
"Hahaha."
"Shut up and get to work."
I rolled my eyes, waved my right fist forward, and led the nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door.
The shed shells of insects and their black metabolites can be seen everywhere in the corridor.
In addition, there were scattered documents, tables, chairs and cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as shelters, and some torn and torn clothes.
I made the strongest gesture to push forward, then reached out and put my hand on the helmet
Pressed up.
"Leave the warehouse on the B40 floor to us...Brother Chao, take the others and continue down to the B51 floor to recover the data.
The voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.
"receive!
The team of twenty people was divided into two groups. The ten people who were still in the elevator shaft continued to explore downwards with the Ten Fist Superman, while I, the blackest, continued to move forward with the ten people behind me.
Their target is the black box located in the warehouse area on the B40 floor.
Bell, who was riding on the four-legged robot, thought for a while, then climbed into the corridor on the B40 floor, pattering on the ceiling above everyone's heads.
I didn't pay any attention to it at the worst, and from time to time I would shoot at the ghost-faced bugs that spread their wings as if they were about to pounce on me, and at the same time, I would carefully check every corner of the corridor.
Several lights here are broken.
The light in the entire corridor flickers on and off, just like the scene of a ghost movie.
What was troublesome was that since the corridor of the main road was almost blocked by bunkers and arthropod remains, they could only go around an area that looked like a residential area.
After stepping over an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed the teddy bear lying next to the wall. The teddy bear was broken into two pieces in the middle.
The filling inside had disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes left on the ground, its owner was probably beaten into a sieve together with it, and soon after, the remains became food for insects.
The player behind him smacked his tongue.
"The fighting here is quite fierce.
Several other players also whispered quietly.
"Is it a fight for the black box?"
"It doesn't look like it. I don't think it looks like it at all.
If it were to fight for the black box, there would be no need to expand the firefight area to two hundred meters away from the warehouse entrance, let alone sweep every room one by one.
This doesn't seem to be fighting for anything at all. Instead, it seems to be "cleaning up" something.
Looking at the open door panels, I suddenly thought of something. I looked at the "tour guide" hanging on the ceiling and said.
"Speaking of which, why did you design the shelter to be a hollow well in the middle? Wouldn't it be possible to save more space by making it a solid structure?
The bell above everyone's heads said slowly.
"Vault 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. From the day it was designed, it has been decided that it will eventually be swept into the garbage dump. Just like a chicken will eventually peck through its eggshell,
if
If it doesn't do this, it will never see the real sun."
I was the darkest: "Is there any connection between this?"
The bell chirped with sharp laughter.
"Of course there is. The huge patio structure was prepared for the day it fell. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, "Tree" will take the initiative to blow up the dome and let the upper structure fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure, forming
An upward opening."
"In this way, this shelter will become a natural casting well, eating all the garbage above our heads.
Listening to this amazing design idea, I couldn't help but be stunned.
"The Foundry Well?"
The sound of the bell brought a hint of pride.
"That's right, the well where everything is cast is a vertical production base. In the envisioned plan, the raw materials flow from the top of the well to the bottom of the well like a waterfall. They turn into what we need the moment they hit the ground, and are then transported by the elevator.
To the surface. In the final stage of the plan, we will use it to build a starship whose size is almost consistent with the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up in the footsteps of the Reach and colonize more distant worlds."
I looked up at it dumbfounded.
"You have even planned such a thing." Lingdang said with a hint of ridicule.
"Of course, after all, the 'tree' is omnipotent. It can make plans for a thousand years later, but it's a pity that most people can't keep up with its rhythm."
I am the blackest:
One player complained in disbelief.
.
"I thought the only people living here were nuclear engineers." Ling Dang laughed.
"Nuclear engineer? Ah... of course there is, but what kind of fusion reactor requires 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life here, as well as other CA
descendants."
I asked most subconsciously.
"Where are they?
I don't know why the bell suddenly closed its mouth. Although it soon opened the conversation again, it changed the topic to other things.
I always think there is something wrong with this guy, but the control of the shelter has been transferred, so he is not worried about this guy.
At this moment, the intermittent voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.
"The VM in the manager's office has been recovered... Damn it, there must be at least hundreds of bugs here. How long do you have?"
I took a quick look at the map on the VM and saw that the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.
Judging from the surveillance footage provided by the manager, there were probably thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.
"We're almost there too."
Ten Fist Man: "Do you need help?" I took a dark look around.
"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 the bugs."
Ten Fist Superman: "Okay, be careful... We have copied the data in the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, we still have some time. We plan to go to the B100 floor to take a look at that branch line."
Control of the shelter had been taken over by the administrator before they set foot here, and this was why they were able to maintain communication with the outside world in the shelter.
As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the shelter's server, all information including the administrator's logs can be synchronized to the outside.
But what confuses me the most is the management of Vault 100
The person is obviously not a human being, so why is there such a thing as a VM (vital signs monitor)?
And the most suspicious thing is that even the manager himself is an AI living in the server, and its logs are not on the shelter's server, but are saved on an offline mobile storage device.
Too strange.
But no matter what, getting the black box is the most important thing.
"... Got it, I'll leave the B100 floor to you, so be careful." After saying this casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the teammates behind me.
"Brother Chao has already done it, we have to speed up!"
Everyone replied enthusiastically.
"receive!"
More than a hundred little players of the Storm Corps are still digging graves in the ruins of Vault 100 underground in the Fourth New District.
At this moment, Chu Guang, who was watching the screen from far away in Camp 101, had obtained the logs recovered by his little players from the manager's office through Xiao Qi.
Unlike the managers' logs previously recovered from other shelters, the logs of Vault 100 are more like being included in the TV package than a personal "last words" that no one will read carefully.
instruction booklet.
The beginning of the log briefly and clearly explains the functions of Vault 100, including the management authority held by "Tree", the resources enjoyed by Vault 100 and the obligations it needs to undertake, as well as the rules that residents need to abide by, etc.
Chu Guang glanced at the complicated content, extracted some key points, and roughly understood the "game rules" of Shelter 100.
To put it simply, if this shelter is compared to a prison, then the "tree" is the warden of this prison, and the "supervisor" is the guard of this prison.
The former is responsible for management and the latter is responsible for execution.
The number of the latter is mainly determined by the number of residents in the shelter. Excluding the initial 300 supervisors, one supervisor will automatically be created for every 100 new residents.
The goal of Vault 100 is clear, which is to implement the wasteland reconstruction plan after being closed for sixty-three years.
While it was indeed part of the plan to house survivors in the event a nuclear strike was detected, the shelter did not include an obligation to save anyone.
It is precisely because of this that Vault 100 is almost completely opposite to the "overloaded" Vault 117.
"Tree" carried out the established "asylum procedures" without hesitation, and after completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, let the "supervision" banish all the residents who had not received numbers outside the door.
From the warehouse system, we can retrieve *** inventory retrieval records on the day the shelter was closed. Obviously, the process of exile was not peaceful.
However, it was not a peaceful era at that time, and there was no point in discussing this 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 a nuclear war, and that all the old order, including the Human League, had ceased to exist.
It will take at least sixty-three years for the outside world to become habitable again.
When he saw this, Chu Guang had a doubt.
Because this is inconsistent with what he learned from Yule's memory and even the logs of other shelter managers.
The war did not last only three days, but a full three years. By the end of the three-year war, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee was established.
At present, the world has not truly become a wasteland, and the organizations and institutions of the People's Federation are still operating as hard as they can.
But soon, his confusion was answered. This was also part of "Tree"'s decision.
A supervisor whose biometric number was registered as "Craig" left three lines of annotations next to this piece of information.
[This is the wisest decision. The Great Tree only used three sentences to convince the restless residents. Under its will, we showed the residents evidence of the end of the world and showed them the nuclear attack.
Qingquan City was like a hellish scene. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic fantasies and accepted unpalatable biscuits, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and no longer having android servants to serve them.
fact.】
[The only thing that confuses me is why biscuits and freeze-dried vegetables are so hard to swallow. What did they eat before? Unfortunately, "Tree" has deleted all the video materials about the old era. I only heard about the Prosperity Era from my grandfather.
A few words, but both he and I firmly believe that that era can no longer go back.】
[In order to continue to move forward on this thorny road, we can only believe in it with piety.]
"Craig."
Chu Guang muttered the name quietly, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Xiao Qi, help me retrieve this person's information."
"okay!"
Xiaoqi, who was sitting on his shoulder, responded enthusiastically and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on one side of the holographic screen.
Chu Guang looked directly at the column of entry date in the file. According to the records in the file, he was awarded the position of "supervisor" in the 53rd year of the Wasteland Era, and was only 24 years old at the time.
What's interesting is that this time is exactly the second year after the water from Xizhou Lake poured into the tunnel, and the climate in the wasteland has already undergone a complex change.
There are signs of Su, and there are only seven years left before the shelter is lifted.
The days are slowly getting better.
There are new supervisors on duty, which means that the number of residents in the shelter is also growing, and the environment here shouldn't be particularly bad.
Out of curiosity about the past of this shelter, Chu Guang shifted his attention from "Tree"'s report to the supervisor named "Craig" and asked Xiao Qi to help add these things later.
Sort it out in timeline order and compare it with the content of the manager's log.
He soon discovered that compared to the straightforward records left by "Tree", Craig's supervision provided him with a completely different perspective.
[...The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical figure, especially
The material needs of the residents of the Prosperous Era are beyond our imagination at the moment. The Great Tree can pay attention to their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign an individual health assistant to each of them. We can only reduce their expectations for the future first.
Expectations, and then let them slowly adapt to the new life.】
[So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used the exiled people to warn the lucky ones who stayed behind that Vault 100 has no obligation to take in anyone. It belongs to everyone who suffers, but it does not belong to
Anyone who doesn’t want to struggle like those poor people huddled in the garbage in the subway station must unconditionally obey the orders of the "tree" and unconditionally obey our orders.】
[In the first fifty years, we have made great achievements. The accuracy of the Great Tree and our piety have withstood the test of time. The "Gabong" we created can almost completely recycle all metabolites. The "Tarantula" we designed
"Robots and "turtle-type" engineering armor can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, replacing engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter to carry out difficult construction, and this is something that even the Great Tree did not expect."
[It turns out that our creativity is enough to make the Age of Prosperity
The AI’s jaw dropped in shock! If it had a chin.]
[Please don’t laugh out loud, I’m talking about this seriously. You who have been born to sit on hundreds of colonial planets must not understand the embarrassment of scarce resources. It is like tens of thousands of people crowded into a building with
On an isolated space station, we have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone's needs, at least so that most people's living standards will not drop too fast. And even in such a desperate situation, we still created a
A series of incredible technological achievements.]
[To this day, I still remember how happy I was on the day I became a supervisor. This joy is like a child growing up overnight and becoming the all-powerful hero in the stories he grew up reading. Very
Soon, like my fathers, I will lead the smart and capable residents to create more greater and more incredible miracles.】
[However, there always seems to be a discrepancy between reality and ideals. Those smart residents think that they are smarter than "trees". They have no respect for us as supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us "trees".
"Human", saying that apart from the fact that we look like humans, we don't look like humans at all.]
[Actually, thinking about it carefully, maybe I should have noticed the real problem from then on. We actually drew a clear line with them early on. We and those "worker ants" have not been in the same category since a long time ago.
people.】
[This shelter is like a prison. The sentence of the worker ants is sixty-three years, but our sentence is forever. The identity of supervisor is given to us by the shelter. We have done the most dirty work and also enjoyed it.
Some special privileges. However, once this shelter completes its mission and collapses at the end as designed, everything will disappear]
[At that time, those worker ants will not punish an AI, but all of us will be liquidated by them. After all, the record of our initial exile of those survivors cannot be erased no matter what. It is something that even the managers cannot modify.
】
[So you can imagine that when the sixty-three-year period exceeds
As we get closer and closer, we feel so anxious in our hearts. And when the water from Xizhou Lake overflows into the subway station and reaches the edge of the gate, we feel so happy in our hearts. We have perfected this refuge to be able to last forever.
If it continues to exist, it will be more perfect in the future, and we just need to be like those cunning worker ants, using the unimagined bug of the "tree" to let it determine that the time for the shelter to open needs to be pushed back.】
[In fact, we succeeded and extended the period of sixty-three years to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape unscathed, we will try to extend this time as much as possible. It is best to turn this number into
Forever. But at the time, none of us thought that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly that they even buried poisonous needles under the cute "Kubeng"'s belly and changed the "蟞-style" pliers into shields.
and blade.]
[A ridiculous farce broke out. No one expected it, but if you think about it carefully, we may be the most ridiculous ones. We are completely
I am so busy dealing with the daily crises of managing the shelter that I have completely forgotten what the purpose of this shelter is.】
[As you can see from standing in the museum, we are left in this cage forever.]
【Can’t get out anymore.】
[—Craig, it’s a pity that I didn’t get to see the poor man in the new world, the last prison guard in Prison No. 100, and the last surviving tree man. 】
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After reading the notes left by Craig to the end, Chu Guang couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.
He didn't think there was anything pitiful about this guy, but this ending was indeed absurd enough for this shelter.
At this moment, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly let out a light sigh.
"......strangeness."
Lifting his head from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.
"what happened again?"
This shelter always experiences malfunctions from time to time, and this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.
Only this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.
"The fault showed that the communication module was overloaded. The data we transmitted triggered a certain threshold, and the connection between Vault 100 and the outside world was protectively cut off... But this is very strange. The amount of data we used is not very large.
Unless someone intentionally sets that threshold very low."
The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, let alone electromagnetic waves with a small amount of radiation.
The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to external radio stations and must exchange information with the outside world through a dedicated 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.
To put it simply, their signal is suspected to have been cut off artificially.
Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.
Good guy. Here we go again!
This chapter has been completed!