There are weird things everywhere in the ghost ship: a spaceship that lacks "identity", an unconventional starship structure, a facility in the core area specially prepared for carbon-based organisms, a highly silent starship system, and a planet that may have died long ago.
The fragmented diaries left by the ship's members - more and more of these bits and pieces of information gradually lead us to a certain "answer", but until the final answer is revealed, it is still difficult for me to imagine who created this
spaceship, and what exactly happened to this spaceship during its tens of thousands of years of drifting.
Warren Field's diaries are still being discovered one after another, but since these things are carved on the wall or other surfaces, it is difficult for us to sort them out in order. We can only pick them up one by one.
The text slowly summarizes the experiences of the old empire servant commander after he woke up alone in this exiled spaceship.
What is certain now is that the spacecraft did indeed malfunction - although it sounds unbelievable that something made by Xiling Apostle malfunctioned, its awakening device did have an accident. It was supposed to be in contact with other people who ran away from the Empire area.
The wake-up system that would only be activated after the survivors was inexplicably activated, but only one of the crew members was awakened. This commander named Warren Field recorded most of what happened after he woke up: In the first few days
, he maintained an optimistic attitude. After more than ten days, he began to complain and have negative emotions. However, these negative emotions did not seem to affect him for too long. It can be seen from the diary he left that he quickly adjusted his attitude.
mentality.
The next diary entry is carved on a pillar in the hall, and there are several incoherent texts after it: "Warren Field's Diary, Day 32, Completed Routine Work and Routine Chores
, tried again to have the spacecraft review the wake-up process, which is something I have to do every day. The review results were the same as before, and the reason for early wake-up could not be found. It may be that some systems left hidden dangers when the spacecraft was attacked.
In order to prevent others from being woken up in advance, the main publishing side of the wake-up process was transferred to two backup systems. The shipboard host accepted this suggestion. It seems that it also realized that it might be faulty. Today should be a day worth celebrating.
This stubborn ship-based host finally gave in to a carbon-based creature. Of course, it is more likely that it has nothing to do with the compromise. It was the machine that made its own logical judgment, but in any case, I should find a way to make myself happy."
"Warren Field's Diary, Day 28. I was not in a good mood, but after reviewing my previous behavior and mental state, I found that the previous training was still useful. I discovered my emotional problems in time, and it seemed that I needed to adjust my mood.
.Loneliness is not such a fatal thing. As long as you find enough things to do, the busy life will dispel the loneliness. I have added two daily tasks to myself, including cleaning my main activity area and backing up the radar report to another place.
In a data terminal, the cleaning work was originally carried out by an automatic system, but I persuaded the equipment responsible for this work on the grounds that carbon-based organisms need to exercise regularly to stay healthy. It has a much better temper than the ship-based host computer. Plan
I’ll study the food combinations in a few days, and the material generator should be able to create more weird things.”
"Warren Field's Diary. On the forty-fourth day, I found that I hadn't written in a diary for a long time. This was inevitable: life was the same every day, and nothing happened here that was different from the previous day. There was a lack of change.
There is no need to record, so in the future, the diary will probably be recorded at long intervals. I will only write down things that I think are worth recording. This is a good idea. I don’t have to worry about not having enough walls in the spaceship—
—I hope other people won’t complain when they wake up that I carved the spaceship to look like a primitive man cave.”
"Warren Field's Diary, Day 60. Boring days are really hard, so today I did something more adventurous: I took an intra-ship shuttle and flew to a starship city twenty kilometers away for a spin.
, the situation was as expected, it was all over, the damage to the spacecraft was very serious, the people in the starship city and the people in the outer garrison area should have died instantly when the attack came: the bodies of mortals are so fragile, if the people on this ship
If they were all Xiling apostles, the situation might be completely different. The Xiling apostles would survive, repair the ship in a short time, and land in a certain world to start over again - but what's the use of thinking about this? On the spaceship
After returning to the core area, the energy network of the spacecraft was reset, reducing the energy supply to the peripheral areas, and setting that if further damage occurred, the shipboard host could decide to completely abandon the peripheral areas at its own discretion. The shipboard host agreed to this
Plan, I started to think that stubborn AI is actually quite cute."
"Warren Field's diary, on the sixty-first day, the pressure in the outer area has been completely relieved, and the artificial gravity has been turned off. Now the only place with living people on the ship is here. At the suggestion of the shipboard host, the jamming device was removed
Concentrated in the core area, this greatly improves the silence level of the spacecraft. Now it should be more difficult to detect signs of life and thinking in the spacecraft from the outside. Even if there is a psychic assault soldier standing on the outer shell of the spacecraft, he will never be able to detect my thoughts.
, which makes people feel more at ease.”
These were the diaries on the pillars. We then searched around the hall and found no more words. It seemed that the main records were not here.
Shandora gently stroked the text carvings that had gone through tens of thousands of years, and frowned slightly: "Now it seems that this ship is indeed specially designed for escape, so it should be built after the catastrophe.
Time was short, which probably explains why it did not comply with starship regulations. Thanks to the special design, it escaped even though it was almost completely destroyed."
lìlìna has given up looking for life responses. Under the influence of a certain cutting-edge interference device, even the life sensing power of the protoss will fail, let alone hers. So this girl came over to participate in our topic: "Then why is the crew of the spaceship a
Helping mortals? Aren’t the Xiling Apostles’ vitality stronger? Since they can build such a spaceship, why don’t they run away by themselves?”
"Perhaps they are all infected, so we can only let the vassals who have not been infected to escape quickly." Sandora came up with the answer without much thinking. "We have seen such examples many times, right? The old empire's
The Xiling apostles took advantage of the fact that they were still awake and handed over the last ship to those who were not yet infected. Then in an emergency, of course they can run one by one, whether they are servants or imperial soldiers."
I frowned and thought hard for a long time. I always felt that something was not right. When I looked up, I saw a bunch of little crows stumbling around in a chaotic line and walking behind Medivh. Then I suddenly realized:
fleet!
"This ship is a single ship." I looked up at Sandora. "Whether it is the ghost ship we found or the various records found here, there is no evidence of the existence of other escape ships. As an escape team, this
Is the scale a bit small?”
If a certain region of the old empire has the ability to build this escape ship, then theoretically it also has time to build more. For the empire, it is almost impossible for the empire to be so pressed for time that it can only build one ship.
And the escape team we have found so far has never been as small as the ghost ship. Even the tree elves used an entire planet fortress to escape, carrying billions of civilians on it - and what about this ghost ship?
There is only one ship, a ship that is tens of kilometers long. It is a giant compared to the starships manufactured by other civilizations, but it can only be considered a small boat compared to the large number of fleets that escaped after the collapse of the old empire.
Shandora immediately realized this problem. She nodded: "That's true. Warren Field never mentioned other spaceships in his diary, and he didn't think about looking for other spaceships, which shows that this ship was indeed a single ship at that time.
Setting off...Although the scale of the disaster that year was huge, most of the sky areas were destroyed after sustaining tens or hundreds of years. This time is enough time for them to release more arks, unless..."
I immediately asked: "Unless what?"
"Unless the exile team was all dispersed when they set off, each spaceship took a different route." Sandora spread her hands. "This is also possible, although the population and resources of the single ship will be limited after being dispersed. Give
Reconstruction will cause difficulties in the future, but this greatly improves the success rate of escape, and it is understandable that some regional emperors made this decision."
I nodded and accepted this statement, and then looked around the hall: "Then let's look for any other diaries. It's impossible for that Warren to have only written such a few things. Most of the records should be in other places, in the workroom or something.
"
The group of little crows immediately dispersed again, chattering and looking for the workroom. It was not difficult to find. After all, the workroom does not need to be hidden like the hibernation center. We soon found the passage on the other side of the hall.
Access to the work area.
As soon as we entered the passage, we saw a new diary. It seemed that Warren Field had conveniently engraved it here: "Warren Field's Diary, Day 10, I have been thinking about why I was awakened and not others.
, and finally found that this can only be attributed to luck. Fate played a very bad joke on me. If everything goes as predicted, the future I will face may not be optimistic at all. I was slightly depressed for a while today, just because of this incident.
But when I was about to start working, I felt better: at least I can walk around in the spacecraft, breathe, eat, and do my own things as peacefully as now. Yes, I am still alive, better than those
People who are killed are stronger. If you think about it this way, the things I face are not the worst. I think I can maintain this self-comfort for a long time until one day I can get used to this kind of life. If
If you can really get used to this kind of life."
We walked along this passage with lights marking the direction of the work area, and finally came to a corridor with many rooms. On both sides of the corridor, we could see a gate every ten meters or so, with the words "Observation Room" on it.
", "Communication Control Point", "Food Manufacturing Room" and other words. The structure of this corridor is obviously different from that of a normal Imperial starship. It looks like an old-fashioned deep space ship, with various
Functional facilities are all squeezed into a small place (for a spacecraft that is dozens of kilometers long, this corridor is really a small place). Obviously this is also specially designed. I estimate that a small cabin with full functions like this is in the spacecraft.
There are many more on it, so that even if the spacecraft is seriously damaged, it can still protect the people inside it under partially normal conditions. Look at the desolate and tragic appearance of the ghost ship's outer layer. These specially designed modular small worlds are really
It played a role.
"This is prepared for ordinary races." Sandora looked at the functional rooms. Many of them were meaningless to Xiling Apostles, such as the entertainment room and gym. The usefulness of these rooms is self-evident. "It seems that the design of this ship
The infection had already spread when we boarded the spaceship, and the builders of the spacecraft never thought of letting the Xiling apostles board the ship from the beginning."
"Boss! There is a new diary here!" lìlìna was running around with a group of little crows, and suddenly she found something on the door not far away. It was a food manufacturing room, and it was written in messy handwriting on the door.
Excerpt: "Warren Field's Diary. This sucks! The Food Synthesis Facility refuses to provide more sub-acidic hormone drinks! That stupid machine thinks that a couple of small drinks after a meal will affect a soldier's judgment."
, is there anything more stupid than this? Well, I am indeed a bit greedy these days, but I need this thing to keep myself energetic! I haven’t exercised [luck] for a long time, and I just looked in the mirror and found that I look like a savage
, if I don't add some refreshing drinks, I will be so decadent that I can't even continue working - although I don't know if those so-called jobs are meaningful, there is nothing in this damn place, I write
Who are those reports for?"
Several of us looked at each other: there is no date in this diary. And it is very obvious that the person who left the diary has fallen into a state of anxiety and restlessness. A person who comes from a civilized society will be degenerated when he is so decadent that he breaks away from the civilized society.
When it comes to various habits, this is a very bad signal.
lìlìna is an expert in this area. She frowned and said in a low voice: "He has begun to give up maintaining his own image, which means that he is deviating from the behavioral norms left by civilized society. This is a slope. Once he slides down, he will
Can’t come back.”
The records we found next confirmed lìlìna's worries. There were more records in the food manufacturing room, some of which were early diaries, with dates and daily work and mood records. But there were also a lot of records mixed in between.
Nonsense things, some of which even have only one sentence without ending, are completely the gossip of a mentally disturbed person: "Warren Field, you are the ruler of this small kingdom. You should be happy! Go to the event hall
Claim your dominance over those chairs!"
"Running naked down a corridor of hundreds of meters all the way to the end without anyone coming to stop me is so relaxing. Maybe I should have tried it earlier - the kind of lying idiots who see their
The commander will be surprised if he is so unrestrained."
"I still insist on recording these meaningless things. Well, let me engrave another sentence today."
"I feel a little sick. I had a fever yesterday. The medical surveillance drone forcibly dragged me into the medical room. I took a shower and cut off several kilograms of hair. But those stupid machines didn't know.
What should be done more, they should put me back into the hibernation cabin! That thing is stuck, didn't the spacecraft system find it? Oh, yes, it really didn't, the hibernation system has long since malfunctioned."
"Look what I found, a pool of blood. Oh my god, there was a murder on this ship! Haha, Chief Warren, this is your own blood... Damn, it looks like I have to go to the medical room."
, why should I carve this kind of thing on the wall?”
This kind of delirious gibbering appears more and more in normal diaries. Since most of the records have no date, we have no idea how to arrange the order of these words. The only thing that can be determined is: as time goes by,
The lonely starship commander is slowly losing his mind.
We searched for the records left by this starship commander in several rooms, hoping to know his final outcome, but it was difficult to find clues between those gibberish graffiti and the normal diary with skewed time.
The last seemingly logical record found was from the twelfth year after he woke up: "Warren Field's diary, day 4325, everything went wrong, I woke up from an empty cabin
Come here, you see yourself disheveled, your hair is over a foot long, you walk into the workroom naked after taking a shower, and then you remember that you should change your clothes first. This has never happened before - although it has happened before.
Okay, I can’t remember clearly. Anyway, I’m still working and observing... No matter what I’m observing, my mind is very confused today. It was also the same before. I don’t know how many days. My mind has been confused for several months.
Or I haven’t written a diary for a year. Today I recorded these things under a strong impulse, which means nothing. Maybe this is just a dream? I am actually still lying in the dormant cabin, waiting for the spacecraft to arrive safely in a certain world or
Meeting survivors who ran out of other areas, and then being awakened, walking out of the spaceship decently, and saying hello to other starship commanders - oh, yes, that's it, this should be a dream, the hibernation system is to prevent long-term sleep
Destroyed my brain, so I arranged such a dream, but obviously the Xiling apostles don't know much about the physiological characteristics of carbon-based organisms. The dream they designed is terrible. I would rather not... Oh, since it is a dream,
Then I will continue to work, Warren, Field Diary, Day 4325..."
Behind it are some vague and indecipherable graffiti, as well as symbols that look like passwords, but are completely meaningless after being deciphered. This is the last logical and dated record we can find in the workspace. Other than that,
That's crazy nonsense.
Apparently, that nonsense was written after this entry.
Starship Commander Warren Field, 12 years after being awakened alone, completely lost his mind. (To be continued...)