Warren Field was a man who was thinner than we thought. He was already a hundred years old when he died of natural causes, and his body shrank to almost no shape. This old starship commander sat quietly in the small warehouse.
On the chair, a layer of white frost formed on his body; his beard and hair were all white, his face was lined with wrinkles, and his skin was dark, like an old farmer who had been working in the fields all year round. The only thing that could prove his status as a soldier was the straight military uniform on his body.
Uniform: This uniform was put on him meticulously, looking a little loose, but still majestic.
The old man's hands were frozen stiffly on his chest, and covered with white frost was a small data terminal that he was holding tightly.
Sandora stepped forward, but hesitated when taking off the data terminal. Then she carefully placed her fingers on the terminal shell and used an extremely precise space transmission to directly transmit the small machine that was only the size of a palm.
Come out: I can see that this is to protect the fragile body. Although the environment in the small warehouse makes Warren Field's remains vivid to this day, he is not immortal like his ancestor after all, maybe with just a slight touch.
, the body will be reduced to ashes.
"It can still be used." Sandora roughly checked the working status of the data terminal, nodded slightly and said. After completing the initialization authentication, the small device that had been shut down for tens of thousands of years lit up again, and she found the
After activating the special code to wake up the shipboard host, we waited quietly. About a minute passed. We heard some faint noise coming from the depths of the ship, and then various devices were activated and the high-power lines were restarted.
The buzzing sound from low to high when going online began to come from all directions. The shipboard host was restarting, and the redundant equipment and radar devices in the spacecraft that had been shut down for a long time also began to activate. We suddenly received calls from outside.
Fleet report: "Your Majesty! There is movement on the ghost ship, and its peripheral equipment seems to have awakened!"
"I know that Shandora is starting up the ship," I replied casually, "Just keep suppressing it, its engine hasn't been shut down yet. In addition, inform the follow-up personnel to come in in fifteen minutes. The spacecraft is safe."
I hung up the communication, and Sandora looked at the empty cabin and suddenly said: "Host, can you hear the sound here?"
"Host response," a soft electronic female voice sounded from all directions, "The whole system self-test has been completed, the main engine is working normally, the damage to the spacecraft exceeds 90%, and the entire system is in standby mode."
"We'll talk after these reports," Sandora waved her hand, "Do you know who we are? Does your authority authentication system still work?"
The soft voice sounded again: "Authentication is normal, His Majesty Shandora Kelvi Ulassius, emperor's authority, unrecorded individuals, emperor's authority, others are unrecognizable unrecorded individuals, including a god."
Dingdang is sticking his head out of my pocket and looking around. Such a small bean has been recognized. It seems that the ship's host computer is in good working condition. She can recognize Sandora's and my authority levels. Everything
Everything will be easier to handle.
"What's going on with this ship?" Sandora said as she glanced at Warren Field's body, "What's going on with this awakened human being? Which region are you from?"
"This ship does not belong to any **space area. It is an unorganized unit arranged and produced by an individual with special authority in the last years. The mission of this ship is to escape from the collapsing empire, and to continue wandering in the void, looking for possible routes according to the predicted route.
The new fire was the other survivors who escaped from the Empire Zone. Warren Field's awakening was due to an accident and force majeure. The spacecraft was damaged during the escape and could only perform the awakening procedure."
The situation is consistent with what Warren mentioned in his diary and what we guessed: the exiled spacecraft was intercepted by the crazy emperor shortly after setting off. Although it was in a highly silent state and looked like a dead ship, those who had already lost it were
The Emperor's judgment still severely damaged the spacecraft, causing the hibernation facility to malfunction and shut down most of the spacecraft's functions. The unlucky starship commander began his solitary life for decades. Sandora thought for a while
Yes, it seems that something is wrong suddenly: "Host, why didn't this human being go back to sleep? Is the sleep system of the spacecraft really completely stuck, and even you can't unblock it?"
I became curious as soon as I heard this: Warren Field's decades of solitary life could end by doing only one thing, which was to return to the hibernation cabin. But Warren mentioned in those diaries that the hibernation system
He was refused permission to return to that cabin. His explanation for this was that the hibernation system had completely failed. Due to a hard logic error, the hibernation cabin refused to be reopened. However, the existence of the shipboard host seemed to make this explanation somewhat untenable: the ship
The carrier host is a semi-personalized AI with the ability to think rationally. In addition to not having a conventional body, you can basically regard any carrier host on the imperial starship as a special Xiling apostle. Although these hosts are subject to
They are limited in their responsibilities and weak in personality, but at least they have the ability to correct logic bugs in other devices, and even the ability to actively avoid their own logic loopholes.
In other words: the shipboard host of this spaceship is not stupid. She should be able to see at a glance that Warren Field's awakening was a mistake, and even she herself admitted that the human being's awakening was due to an accident, so she is completely responsible.
As the control center with the highest authority on the spacecraft, the shipboard host has the ability and responsibility to troubleshoot the problem - but she did not do so.
The ship's host computer seemed to pause for half a second this time before answering Sandora's question: "The dormant cabin has been destroyed."
All of us were stunned for a moment, and even the little crow couldn't help but squawk: Although this bird is not very clever, it was also surprised at this time, which is enough to show how unexpected the shipboard host's words were.
"What do you mean the dormant cabin is damaged?" I recovered from my surprise and immediately asked loudly.
"The first round of attacks destroyed the outer defense circle of the spacecraft, and the second round of attacks hit the spacecraft's No. 2 main energy node. The subsequent surge of psionic energy rushed back into the core compartment and destroyed the dormant area. When the ship broke away from pursuit, all
The dormant areas have been severely damaged, and psionic energy has penetrated and contaminated all facilities, killing almost all the occupants. Warren Field is the only survivor, but he does not know this."
Shandora's eyes fell on the remains in the center of the room: "In other words...in fact, he was not awakened by nature?"
"Indeed," the ship's host computer replied in the same calm voice as always, "After discovering that the dormant area was contaminated by a high concentration of psionic energy, the ship sent out the remaining autonomous machinery to search for the wounded, and finally found that only one person survived, Warren?
Field was taken to the medical room for rescue, and the ship completely locked down the dormant area to prevent contamination from spreading to the final clean compartment."
"Then you lied to him and said that he was woken up early because of a malfunction in the hibernation facility, and prohibited him from approaching that section because the hibernation system was stuck." I sorted things out and found that the facts were close to what Warren mentioned in his diary.
The difference is huge. "Actually, there is nothing behind the isolation door, right? Are you afraid that he will collapse?"
"This ship made the above decision based on the psychological template of the Haikona people entered before departure. Based on logical analysis, this ship believes that Warren Field needs a psychological support and a relatively mild reason for the accident to have a chance of surviving, and based on
Continue to work with a normal mentality, and the psychological support is that the compatriots in the dormant zone are still alive, and the relatively mild cause of the accident is a system failure. This logical judgment showed flaws in the later period, and Warren Field was still in chaos for several years, but in the big
In terms of direction, it has had the desired effect.”
Everything was now clear: why the ship-based host with self-correction capabilities and high authority couldn't deal with a small sleep system bug; why the ship-based host completely closed the sleep area, and we didn't even find the compartment.
;Why when Warren Field tried to wake up other dormant people to keep him company, the shipboard host would stop him from doing so with a lame reason like "insufficient supply of spacecraft supplies" - this reason is simply untenable.
Because we know how powerful the Empire's information-entity conversion equipment is, if it can provide food and air for one person, then it can provide enough food and air for a thousand more people.
There is only one real reason why the shipboard host prohibited Warren from contacting the dormant section: it was already over there.
Perhaps it should be attributed to the old empire's alienation and indifference to the servant army. Warren Field did not understand the technical details of this ship. Based on what he mentioned in his diary, we can clearly judge that he was not familiar with most of the imperial equipment.
It's very unfamiliar. They only know how to use it but don't know the principle and specific power. This is what most of the servant armies of the old empire have in common. The empire that pursued an iron-fist policy only needed those cannon fodder races to know how to pull the trigger. If
The situation is different when it comes to the servant army of the new empire.
From those fragmentary diaries, we can gain a sideways understanding of Warren Field's mental state. It can be seen that the "lying bastards" in the dormant cabin from beginning to end have a huge weight in the starship commander's heart.
He envied them, was jealous of them, missed them, and hated them, and deliberately hypnotized himself to ignore them - no matter what kind of mental state he was in, the "crew in the dormant area" was the thing that the old captain could not let go of the most during his lifetime.
Because there are still people on the spaceship, he can maintain a minimum motivation to work. If he knew that he was actually driving an empty ship, he might really collapse from the beginning.
"I have roughly understood the situation," Sandora looked at the data terminal in her hand, "You are doing the right thing, although it is not completely correct, but you are doing the right thing."
"Wait!" Lilina suddenly jumped out, "Wait a minute, I still have questions!"
"The ship-based host needs to confirm your permission to ask questions."
"She has the authority to let you answer all questions." I patted Lilina on the head and said to the shipboard host. The latter was isolated from the New Empire's authority network. Of course she didn't recognize Lilina, and she didn't even recognize me.
Just like the original Gaia, she is a "stranger whom I don't know but has the authority of the Emperor of the Fifteenth Sky Area", so I need to explain it.
"The shipboard host understands, please ask questions."
"According to what you said, everyone in the sleeping area of the spacecraft is dead, right?" Lilina took out Ding Dong from my pocket and put it on her head, "That means there should be no life on this ship at all, but
The goddess and I both think there should be life here, what's going on? Are there other living people on the spaceship?"
"This ship has interception interference, so you should not be able to sense these situations."
"Don't ask why," Lilina waved her hand, "Are there any other living people on this ship?"
Sandora and I couldn't help but prick up our ears at this moment. Lilina's question was really curious. The pause time of the ship's host computer was obvious this time. She stayed for a second or two before answering: "Please do a good job of teleporting."
Get ready, this ship will guide you to the ecological zone."
The light and shadow in front of us flashed, and we found that we had arrived at a place we had never discovered before. It seemed to be another large cabin in the core area of the spacecraft.
This place is as vast as the activity hall, but there are fewer furnishings in the space. There are no equipment, instruments or control seats related to spacecraft navigation around. The ceiling above the hall seems to have been modified, and there are some hanging hanging on it that seem a bit strange to me.
There are messy pipes and nozzles, but these are not things that attract attention. What really attracts attention is the ground in the center of the hall:
There is actually a nursery there!
That’s right, there is a vibrant green space in the center of the lobby!
"Long time no see. It seems that the automatic system left behind took good care of this place. Now it's the harvest cycle again."
The voice of the ship's host computer came from all directions. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I actually heard a hint of emotion and nostalgia in this synthetic voice that was supposed to have no emotion.
"This...is the vegetable garden mentioned in Warren's diary?" I suddenly thought of the diaries I had seen before. In the second half of Warren Field's life, he basically relied on tending a vegetable garden to make himself happy.
Keep it focused. If I remember correctly, this solution came from the suggestion of the shipboard host - I never expected that this vegetable garden would be maintained until now!
"That's why the ship comprehensively analyzed the psychological template of the Haikona people and compared it with Warren Field's psychological state, and finally found a way to keep their mentality stable for a long time."
"Is the automatic system taking care of this vegetable garden after the death of that human?" Sandora suddenly asked, "Did he leave his last words or did you arrange it yourself?"
"This decision made by this ship has nothing to do with Warren Field."
"You shouldn't have this logic. Your psychological analysis of carbon-based creatures and various 'treatment plans' should be beyond your default database. Did you learn this on your own?"
"That's right. The original mission of this ship was to bring the exiles safely out of the Empire. After the accident, Warren Field became the only subject of supervision of this ship. The ship adjusted its work weight and included the guard of the Haikona people.
As the top priority project. This ship tracked and studied Warren Field's behavior patterns and tried to analyze his psychological changes, and finally established a monitoring tool library that is more complete than the default database."
"It seems that the life responses I sensed in my gut are from this vegetable garden," Lilina muttered next to me. "The ecology here has not changed at all for tens of thousands of years. Even an automatic system is exaggerated.
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I looked quietly at the square vegetable field, which was only a dozen meters long on a side. It seemed that Haikona was a planet that was highly similar to the Earth. Although these plants were weird in shape, they were equally lush and green, just like those on the Earth.
The green plants are very similar. Now they are growing vigorously, and they seem to have been watered not long ago. Small shiny water droplets can be seen shining on the edges of some leaves. I imagine a lonely man tens of thousands of years ago.
The starship commander silently cultivates, harvests, and records here. He is completely unaware of the fact that he is the only living person on the spaceship. He has spent his whole life working on an elusive mission goal. The only people who accompany him are the people on this ship.
Too smart a ship-based host...
Now that the commander is gone, the vegetable garden he left behind has been taken care of by an automatic system to this day, and it still maintains its appearance tens of thousands of years later.
This automatic system for tending the vegetable garden is actually not needed. If it were a ship-based host computer that had just left the production line, it would definitely not waste the energy on the spacecraft in such a meaningless place for the mission. At least a normal one would
Yes, the shipboard host of the old empire should not have done this, but the shipboard host of this Xiling No. 6 ship did this.
This console boils it all down to logic, but I guess there's more to it than just logic.
I looked at Lilina, who was looking at Dingdang. Finally, the two of them looked at each other with regret and shook their heads: Not all lives can be resurrected. Mortals who enter the immortal state like their ancestors are just a special case. Wo
There's no way Len Field is coming back.
"At least he calmed down when he left, and you stayed with him until the end," Shandora must have been thinking the same thing as me, so she comforted a spacecraft control system in an unprecedented way, and then she mentioned the original situation of the ship.
Mission, "Host, you should have the details of the mission of this spacecraft and the final information about the area it belongs to. Please upload it to me."
"The host understands that the ship's initial mission log and the information sent to other survivors will be uploaded to your data terminal. The ship's construction information will also be uploaded, please pay attention to receive it."
Shandora confirmed that she had received the information, but was not in a hurry to read them. Instead, she continued to say to the ship's host: "Can I still return to the team?"
The shipboard host was silent for a while, while Sandora waited patiently. We heard some low sounds coming from deep inside the ship. It seemed that some new large-scale equipment was coming online. Then the lights in the hall dimmed.
The indifferent electronic synthesized sound sounded again:
"Xiling No. 6 ship, the host er-06 is fully activated, the core is ready, and the ship is ready for attack." rs