Nolan is temporarily unable to take off, and the urbanization infrastructure work of the drone swarm has not been advanced to this wild planet. Hao Ren and his party have no advantage in operating in space, but being unable to take off does not mean that nothing can be done.
Under the scanning of thousands of intra-atmospheric probes and Nolan's own powerful antenna array, a large amount of information was gathered, and Hao Ren still mastered a large amount of information about the planet.
It is basically an unmistakable fact that the eldest son's "brain nucleus is offline". No matter whether the underlying cause is his brain nucleus lesions or the dissipation of consciousness, or there are some powerful neural inhibitory factors at work (such as a super super super high-power
The lullaby generator poked at his cranial nerve), in short, all the firstborn tissues on this planet have determined to have lost unified control. After collecting the behavior patterns of tentacles on the global surface and scanning the nerve impulse pattern under the earth's crust, Nolan confirmed
The eldest son now only has the most basic conditioned reflexes and self-defense abilities left. He will fight back when attacked, activate an emergency regeneration mechanism when he is severely damaged, and change his physiological structure when the environment changes. But all these changes
The tentacles were all accomplished by their own functions, which completely explains why the bombing by the survivor resistance forces only caused a "limited counterattack" by the eldest son, but did not lead to devastating revenge.
On the other side, the "descendants of survivors" living on the moon and in space continue to organize counterattacks on the surface. They have a well-structured and efficient militarized society that relies on the lunar base to provide a steady stream of
With constant industrial support, these survivors' attacks on the eldest son's tentacles on the home planet are almost non-stop. When Nolan spreads her "eyes" throughout the planet, she can observe at least one from space almost every hour.
attack, and the bombing that Hao Ren saw was actually the smallest of these attacks. The survivor resistance did not just have aerial bombers like the death squads. They would use a variety of means to clear out the bombers that kept coming from the surface of their home planet.
The tentacles that emerge usually drop guided bombs from the stratosphere for carpet bombing and fire from the "Zenith" space station in space for orbital bombing.
But after Nolan's observation, she found that the most effective method is still to use aerial bombers to carry out near-suicidal close-range bomb drops, because attacks from higher altitudes can hardly cause effective damage to the tentacles.
It's not that it's not powerful enough, but that the eldest son's tentacles have a stronger sense of defense against attacks from longer distances. It seems that although the eldest son of this planet has lost his mind, his "conditioned reflex" is different from the conditioned reflex of ordinary life.
It is still different. Those tentacles still have a certain degree of advanced judgment ability. Ultra-long-range strikes from orbit will be blocked by them with various force fields before they arrive. Instead, they are suicide bombers at extremely close range.
This "judgment mechanism" can avoid the tentacles when dropping bombs.
This tug-of-war war situation has been going on for who knows how many years, but Hao Ren is certain of one thing: those exiles in space who have been driven out of their homes are still far from the dawn of time.
They have probably tried their best to attack the planet's surface. Dozens of battlefields are lit up by their artillery fire every day. On the planetary surveillance images established by Nolan, the red triangles representing "combat zones" can be said to be all over the world. However,
This kind of attack may be able to destroy an ordinary planetary civilization, but it is impossible to fundamentally destroy a mythical creature. The tentacles of the eldest son are constantly repairing and regenerating day and night. Sometimes the speed of regeneration even exceeds the speed of being blown up, while the surface of the earth
The tentacles are only a small part of this huge mythical creature. His true body is buried deep under the mantle and will not be threatened by the resistance at all.
He wasn't suppressed by mortals, he just didn't fight back.
And those survivors who keep trying to take back their homeland... are really like crabs charging against the endless ocean over and over again...
On the morning of the sixth day after crashing on the planet, Nolan repaired all the communication modules of the spacecraft and part of the weapon system, and at the same time began to try to activate his main engine. The engine was not completely repaired, but its main structure had been regenerated.
Nolan thought it was time for the first test.
"We should be able to fly tomorrow." After successfully completing the test, Nolan seemed to be in a much better mood. She changed back to the 1:1 scale holographic image after a long absence and reported to Hao Ren on the bridge.
He said, "Although it cannot be said that it has returned to its peak state, it has at least 70 to 80 percent combat effectiveness."
"That's pretty good," Hao Ren nodded sincerely, "After all, you were almost blocked in half and blown into two pieces before..."
Nolan's face suddenly fell when he heard this: "Can you please stop emphasizing this...ship-based AI will also have psychological shadows, okay?"
Hao Ren rolled his eyes: "It would be great if this psychological shadow can prevent you from embarrassing me in the universe with holographic paints like 'Galaxy's Fastest' or 'Noisy Superior'."
Nolan's holographic image suddenly shrank: "A little bit of personal hobbies, a little bit of personal hobbies..."
Hao Ren curled his lips and did not intend to argue with Miss Ship Niang. Instead, he turned to the large holographic projection in the center of the bridge and adjusted the screen to the observation of the lunar base: "Actually, there is one thing that I still don't understand.
… When we fell on this planet, we didn’t hide any traces at all. I believe that the movement when you fell can be seen even in space, so those who live in the space station and the lunar base must have known about us for a long time.
But why haven’t they taken any action yet? Even if they can’t send people down to make contact, it’s still okay to send a reconnaissance plane to take a look, right?”
"This is indeed a bit weird," Nolan nodded after hearing this. "An alien spacecraft of unknown origin that 'crashed' in his homeland is a problem that cannot be ignored no matter how you look at it. Those in space
It’s impossible for the survivors here not to care about this, but..."
Nolan suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and Hao Ren glanced at her curiously: "What's wrong?"
Nolan blinked: "The robot woke up... I mean it's fixed."
"Wha...ah, you mean the one in the laboratory?!" Hao Ren reacted immediately and immediately threw the topic aside, "Hurry up and inform others to go to the laboratory!"
The prediction data given by the laboratory host was indeed very accurate. The half-drawn robot girl that Hao Ren picked up from the crash site lay on the maintenance workbench for exactly forty-eight hours, and she just completed the repair on time.
Homework, this is a rare piece of good news these days.
It is not that Hao Ren has tried to collect debris from other bombing sites in the past two days, but he has actually found nothing. Without Nolan's support, his range of activities on this planet is limited, and within this limited range, there are only
Rebel attacks and crashes occurred in three areas. The three crash sites were in a mess, with a lot of metal fragments scattered around. There was no possible recovery of the remains of the crew members.
The eldest son's counterattack was fierce and ruthless, and most of the remains that fell to the ground were turned into rubble. The half-robot lady Lily encountered was just luck. After two consecutive days of futile attempts to retrieve the body, Hao Ren had to admit that
In fact, the Husky girl was a European who could deliver goods, and he himself... was destined to have no choice but to salvage metal fragments.
Therefore, the female robot adjutant lying in the laboratory became Hao Ren's only hope.
The robot adjutant in the form of a girl was lying quietly on the work platform. For the healthy growth of teenagers, Nolan had already asked the autonomous machine to put a female crew uniform on her in advance (the kind that Lily wore when she was wearing sex on the spaceship.
), now she has all hands and feet, and her skin is intact. The bionic skin makes her look no different from a healthy human girl. People who don’t know may never imagine the miserable state in which she was brought to this place two days ago.
Came from the laboratory.
Her eyes were closed, her long black hair spread out on the platform, and her slightly pale face was as exquisite but lifeless as a piece of carved art. She was still in a dormant state for the time being, but with just one command,
She can open her eyes.
"It can't be considered a complete 'repair'. In fact, most of her structure is definitely different from when she left the factory." Nolan had already read the report of the laboratory host and was standing beside him to explain.
"The analysis host cannot 'guess' what the completely lost parts originally looked like, so it can only make some substitutes for her based on her remaining torso, including limbs and part of the energy circuit. In order to ensure balance, she
The original remaining arm was thrown away directly. However, although it was a substitute, it should work well on her body. The analysis host studied her control module and programmed all body components according to her own logic circuit.
driver, so she'll feel like her newer limbs are just as useful as the original ones...probably."
"Can you please don't add the last word 'probably'..." Hao Ren couldn't help but cover his forehead, "Forget it, let's turn on the phone first."
The platform made some subtle buzzing sounds, and the power-on command was input into the core circuit of the machine girl through an external cable. The latter's body trembled slightly, and after a strange "beep" sound, the regained
The new born robot girl opened her eyes.
A circle of heads, large and small, were arranged in a ring in her field of vision.
"Ouch, wake up, wake up, really wake up!"
"Hey, I'm planning to use a screwdriver to take it apart if she doesn't wake up..."
"By the way, why doesn't she speak? Nolan, have you confirmed that you installed a speaker for her?"
"People are using higher-end sound-producing devices..."
A bunch of people were chatting and joining in the fun, but in the end it was Vivian who made the final decision: "Don't make any trouble, don't make any trouble. I asked you to come here to listen quietly. What's your name?"
Her last words were addressed to the mechanical girl lying on the platform.
n-6 turned his eyes, observing the things in front of him with surprise and curiosity...