Shandora and I stayed here in Tavel for most of the afternoon. By the time we understood the progress of several major projects, it was almost evening. Seeing that they had nothing to do, Ansers and Haran had already left in advance and went back.
It was only when Shandora complained that I was hungry that I noticed that it was almost dinner time, so I said goodbye and left.
Coming out of Tavel's office, what we encountered were Tavel's mass projections and mass projections and more mass projections: each of these mass projections leads a research group or project office, wandering on all floors of the research center,
It can almost be seen as a landscape in the institute. As Shandora and I walked out, we kept meeting Tavel wearing various signs and kept saying hello to the same face - sometimes we would say hello to the same person twice.
, the other party will also remind you enthusiastically. This feeling is indeed very weird no matter how long it takes to get used to it. In fact, Tavel is not the only one who uses quality projection to work in multi-threads. Senior researchers all have this ability, but using quality projection
The only one who was so crazy was the girl with glasses. After I greeted seventeen or eight Tavels in the corridor, I couldn't bear it any longer. I grabbed one of them and made a suggestion: "Tavel, I've never
You've been walking out of your office for several minutes, and I'm still out of your sight. Don't you want to say something?"
Tavel didn't know which number he was suddenly caught by, and looked confused: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
"You should learn to relax occasionally," I persuaded her. "Even Harlan goes to Sylvia's shop to sit for a while when he has time. Sandora has started to watch TV series. You have also developed.
Regarding your personal hobbies and so on, look at the number of clones you have, how much work have you undertaken by yourself?"
"Personal hobbies?" Tavel thought for a while, "Oh, yes, my subordinate has developed a personal hobby recently. And I often go to relax. It's just that my subordinate is good at multi-threaded thinking, so he doesn't do much when having fun.
Some of the projections are just working."
I originally just mentioned it casually, wanting to use this topic to persuade Tavel to pay more attention to his body, but I didn't expect that this seemingly rigid girl with glasses actually said that she had "personal hobbies". Suddenly Sandora and I were both excited.
I became curious: "What are your hobbies?"
"Earth people's sports," the bespectacled girl smiled gently, "I just noticed it not long ago. Many confrontational sports invented by earth people are very interesting to me... Your Majesty, do you want to take a look? Some of your quality projections
I am relaxing in the open space behind the research institute."
I originally wanted to accompany Sandora to go shopping in the food street and then go home, but now I couldn’t suppress my curiosity. Even Sandora next to me looked very interested.
Nodding: "Take us to see."
Tavel immediately led us through the central corridor of the institute and came to an open hall where we could directly see the back square. Sandora and I looked at the square behind the institute. We were stunned and speechless.
An area was enclosed by a floating barrier in the square. More than twenty Tavels, wearing red and white sweatshirts, were lively playing football in the open space...
There is a huge holographic image floating above the open space, which simply displays a few numbers, which are the scores of the current game. The scores are simply thrilling: 1896 to 1897, and in the blink of an eye, the score has become
1897 vs. 1897.
"Your Majesty has reminded you before to take a rest and divert your attention," Tavel (Quality Projection) said happily behind us. "My Majesty has only recently realized your Majesty's good intentions.
Part of the threads are freed up to process some low-intensity data. If the loop is carried out in this way, the overall efficiency of the clone group is indeed improved, and the process error rate is also reduced by about 1%. 'Changing Mood' is really a magical thing."
Sandora and I: "..."
"What, I always feel that you have misunderstood something," I looked at Tavel with twitching corners of my mouth. I had thousands of doubts in my mind, but in the end I only managed to choke out one sentence, "Do you know the rules of football?
"
"It's not very clear." Tavel shrugged nonchalantly, "I only know that I have to kick the ball into the opponent's goal, but this is too difficult for the Xiling Apostle, so I added some restrictions.
For example, you can’t use gravity control, you can’t use force fields to block it, you can’t use things like time-space transformation. If you rely solely on body coordination, this exercise is quite interesting."
"How long have you been playing?" Sandora asked with a black line in her head.
Tavel thought for a while: "It's been two days. I was studying basketball before and started studying football after the score exceeded five digits."
I felt that I could no longer continue on this topic, so I quickly took Sandora’s hand and left the research institute. When we left, the score on the court had just exceeded the 1900-1900 mark - I felt that I might never
I can't face football anymore.
"Actually, this is not bad," Sandora also sighed, "Tavel just thinks it's interesting. Anyway, it's just for her to switch threads. It doesn't matter if she organizes two hundred shadow clones to build blocks - it's better than spending all day
Strong in the game.”
I briefly thought about the grand occasion when more than two hundred Tavels were put together into a pile of building blocks, and finally a one-to-one Neuschwanstein Castle was restored. I suddenly felt that my brain was trembling, and I didn't dare to think about it anymore.
In winter, the days are short and the nights are long. The time in Shadow City and the watch world are synchronized. Recently, I also used a winter-style theme bag, so when I led Sandora to forage for food in the food street and came back, it was almost completely dark.
Now, we are walking hand in hand on the still lively streets of Shadow City. I am carrying a bag of snacks that I plan to go back to distribute to a group of little girls. Sandora is carrying... Oh, she is carrying nothing now.
Now, she eats as fast as ever, I can't even describe it.
I have already said hello to my family before and will not go back for dinner tonight, so Sandora and I can wander around the city for a while. The latter is actually not very interested in shopping. "Going to the streets to find food" can be said to be going out.
The only attraction for Her Majesty the Queen, but I can see that what Sandora enjoys is not shopping, but the leisure time walking with me: the work pressure has been relatively high recently, and it is time for both of us to relax
.
Counting from the day when the daily life I was familiar with completely collapsed, more than five years have passed unknowingly. Everything in the Shadow City seems to have been turned upside down. The deserted and strange mirror city at the beginning can even be reminiscent of a horror movie.
Now it has become the most prosperous "City of Gods" and "Holy Land" in the void. Only two things here have remained unchanged. The first is that Pandora's casual recruitment advertisements can still be seen on promotional images everywhere in the city.
The second thing is that there are still strangely designed themed bags hanging in the sky, and no matter what theme bag there is, there must be a clock hanging on it - if you have to think of an urban theme culture for Shadow City, then these two things should be it.
Sandora and I unknowingly left the downtown area and came to a relatively clean place around the city's water system. The two sides of this moat are one of the quietest areas in Shadow City after nightfall, because strictly speaking, this place belongs to mermaids.
In residential areas, swimming in the moat is treated as trespassing, and it is naturally quiet here. It is already the time when the lights are on, and the wide and gentle slopes on both sides of the moat are also shrouded in soft light. The street lights here are all specially made.
The photon generator and magnetic barrier ensure that the light will only illuminate one side of the road and not the river. This is also strongly requested by the mermaids living in the water: the freshwater mermaid tribe submitted a serious report and complained.
In the middle of the night, some people started to shine brightly through their own windows, so the street lamps on both sides of the moat were replaced with high-end products like this.
There were not many pedestrians on the bank of the moat. Half of the passers-by in twos and threes were couples or young couples who came out to relax. And just as I was leading Shandora to the next feeding place, a slow and soft voice suddenly came from behind.
: "Ah - it's Chen, and Sandora -"
I turned around and took a look. Sure enough, it was Sylvia. This silver-haired mole rarely went out for a stroll today, and she was accompanied by someone, a girl I didn't recognize with short pink hair. She had a hanging on her chest.
Wearing a small silver-white metal plate... Needless to say, Xiling.
This girl always wears a new face every time we meet, and now I finally realize how prescient Qian Qian was to hang a sign around her neck.
"Hey," I stepped forward and said hello to Sylvia, "It's really rare. You actually go out after eight o'clock in the evening."
Then I asked Sylvia to react next to me. I turned around and chatted with Xiling for a while. I haven’t seen this “racial consciousness” for a few days. I don’t know if her work and life are on the right track. This has nothing to do with the real world.
The strange girl who is a little out of touch is the top administrator of the Imperial Data Network. Now she has given many data processing tasks suitable to her to the other party. However, Xiling's body is the network, and her work is completely carried out in the cyberspace.
So we can often see her wandering around outside doing nothing, giving the impression that she is very leisurely. Nowadays, Xiling still lives with Tavel. It is not easy for that girl with glasses to meet such a once-in-a-lifetime research subject. Naturally,
She is not willing to let go for a moment, and Xiling herself seems to like Tavel very much - she does not feel like "being studied", but feels that Tavel is a good senior who takes good care of herself. Sometimes I think about these two
If we stay together longer, maybe there will be a Lily Group in the empire second only to the Asida sisters...
I chatted with Xi Ling for a long time, and Sylvia finally reacted. She smiled warmly and said to me and Sandora: "Good evening - actually I was sleeping in the store at first - yes
Bellavilla suddenly woke up - and then she fell asleep again in the middle of the walk - and when I woke up, I found myself around the moat - so I continued walking - and then I met Xiling..."
I almost fell asleep after hearing her say such a long sentence, you know what?
"The symbiosis between you and Bella Villa is really..." Sandora couldn't help complaining, "So you often wake up and find yourself in some strange place for no reason?"
"That's not the case -" Sylvia shook her head slowly, "Bellavilla will share memories - but I rarely come out - so no matter where I go, it feels like a strange place..."
I sighed, feeling that it was too difficult to communicate with Sylvia. The interval between two sentences she said was almost enough for a Japanese manga hero.
And while Sylvia slowly introduced to us the status of her and Bella Vera's union, Xiling wandered around boredly, and soon found something that interested her: there were flowers in the decorative bushes on the roadside.
There were a few low plants that seemed out of place with the surrounding shrubs. They looked like weeds. She stepped forward and touched them, raised her head and greeted us: "What do you think this is?"
I went over to take a look and found that the plant looked familiar. Its leaves were very distinctive, with two neat rows of small leaves arranged symmetrically on both sides of the main petiole. After searching for the little knowledge of botany in my belly, I
Finally, I remembered what it was, and introduced it confidently: "This is Mimosa, a plant on the earth. As long as you touch its leaves, this kind of grass will close..."
Xiling shook the petiole of the plant vigorously while muttering: "But why doesn't it move?"
I was stunned for a moment, and after being embarrassed for a long time, I explained with a silly smile: "...Maybe this person is thick-skinned."
"You are so thick-skinned!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded at our feet. The "Mimosa" suddenly shook its leaves as if to express its protest, "I am a forest spirit, not a mimosa. It is easy for me to find a place to sleep.
What!"
Xiling thought for a while, then suddenly reached out to dig the soil under the plant: "The mimosa has spoken!"
I was still surprised when the plant suddenly started shaking more violently. Then I opened Xi Ling's hand with my own leaves twice, and climbed up with all my strength: "Hey, don't move, don't move! How can you risk this?
You're reckless! Well, I'll come out, I'll come out. I know it's wrong to sleep on public roads and occupy public green space, but your city is too big, okay? It's five hundred meters from here to the nearest teleportation point. Five hundred meters.
One hundred meters! You know what five hundred meters is... Hey, can someone help me? My roots seem to be tangled with the bushes next to me."
I ignored my surprise and hurriedly dug the plant out of the soil with Xi Ling. We were really stunned when it...he or she showed his true face: there is nothing surprising about the plant part.
.In addition to the upper leaves, it also has brown roots about half a foot long below, and between the leaves and the roots is an enlarged rod-shaped stem. But what is surprising is that in addition to the plant parts, it also has
There is a mechanical part, which extends from its roots and stems. They are some complex and exquisite mechanical legs. Their style is very similar to that of the Toberu Zerg, with rounded arcs and bionic joint mechanisms.
"Is this also a resident of the Shadow City?" I scratched my head and was confused. This was obviously an intelligent creature in front of me. Although it had the appearance of a plant, seeing those mechanical legs, I really didn't know if I should count it as half.
animal……
In fact, this is not the first time that I have been surprised to see strange residents in the Shadow City. In this capital of all worlds that connects the entire macro world, there are countless strange creatures coming and going every day. Their races are...
If the names are arranged, let alone circle the earth, even if the earth is wound into a ball of twine, it will be rich. Therefore, many residents who live in Shadow City are accustomed to this environment. It is not unusual to get up early and go out to say hello to Shitou Atsuko on the curb.
, so when I saw a mimosa plant (although it/she/he firmly denied this) jumping around in front of my eyes, I was just surprised that I had never heard of such a race settling in the Shadow City recently.
I feel that its life form is too strange: although I was really shocked at first.
"I came with the caravan!" The mimosa plant ran briskly on the ground. When it/she/he ran, its roots would roll up to prevent them from being worn on the ground, and at the same time, it relied on the machinery below.
I used my feet to move my body. I noticed that there was no obvious friction sound when those mechanical feet moved, so it should be a bionic power mechanism with lower output but higher efficiency. A plant... a herbal race, how to study it
What technologies did they develop? How did their civilization start?
"Caravan," Sandora nodded, "Well, the Void Consortium has been doing very well recently. Many businessmen in the macro world have been attracted, and even some hidden races that were rarely heard of before have ventured.
There are quite a few coming out. What race are you from?"
"Lin Jing, I told you Lin Jing!" Mimosa jumped on the ground, "Are you the urban management? Or the sub-district office? I heard from the guide that these two departments are responsible for managing residents' behavioral regulations. I occupied green space and destroyed the landscape.
The bush shouldn’t be a big problem?”
"You don't know who we are?" I talked to a mimosa in a very awkward manner. I didn't know which part of it/her/him to look at while talking: where is the head and where is the body?
.
"I don't know." Mimosa, who calls herself a forest spirit, shook her leaves. "I can't see you. My auxiliary photoreceptor is burned out. It won't grow until tomorrow. Now I can only rely on the infrared light of the plant."
I sensed the outline. I just came here and I’m not familiar with the place. This city is too big, too big, and you don’t even have convenient flower beds for the plant species. I searched along this road for a long time.
Only the soil under the landscape trees beside the road can be dug, which is inconvenient, really inconvenient..."
I looked at this chattering "intelligent plant" and found it quite interesting. The most distinctive thing about Shadow City is this situation: whenever a strange new race appears, a bunch of "survival plants" will be produced to match it.
"Act", after the mermaids moved in, there were saltwater residential areas and freshwater residential areas in Shadow City. After a certain robot race moved in, there was an additional charging socket under the convenience terminal in the street (this socket is under the control of the food supervision department), and
Now there is another herbaceous race that needs to be rooted in the soil to sleep... I am thinking that some public green spaces in the city should be opened.
At this time, the Mimosa was still complaining: "...Unlucky, really unlucky, how come we are the only ones in trouble among so many caravans. We thought we could gain insights by coming to the world, but we ended up colliding with each other."
I got on the ghost ship, the cargo is gone, I even burned out a component, and now I’m almost a refugee..."
I suddenly woke up: "Wait a minute, you said you hit a ghost ship!?"
(Recently I'm reading Battleship Reborn - don't complain about the title. I just read the first part and found it quite interesting. Although there are some flaws in the conspiracy-oriented plot and the fast pace of the opening chapter, it can be used knowledge-oriented in the context of online literature.
It feels very valuable to write about science fiction instead of taking the route of upgrading and practicing. If you are interested, you can go and read it. Also: as always, I have no responsibility to recommend the book. Don’t blame me if you are fooled later, I have just read the beginning.) (To be continued. Welcome.