This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 625: We are neither the best nor the worst

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When Chu Guang discovered that the communication module of Vault 100 was overloaded, he almost reflexively judged that a similar situation to Vault 79 had occurred in this Vault - there were ghosts lingering in the tomb that should have been sleeping. The lingering soul of the dead.

However, the final result was beyond his expectation.

According to information exchanged by players on the forum, the overload of the information module was not the man-made cause he imagined, but the restart of the life monitoring module caused by the ignition of the fusion reactor awakened the sleeping artificial intelligence, leading to the termination of the system a century and a half ago. "Dome self-destruction program" continues reading.

Fortunately, his little players cleverly used the clues left by the "gravekeeper" for them, and by expanding the determination range of the life monitoring sensor, they successfully allowed the AI ​​manager to determine that the bugs in the shelter were Descendants of the Vault's inhabitants, thus terminating the Vault's self-destruction process.

The rest to do is simple.

As long as the communication module is repaired, the administrator's rights are regained, and the piles of bugs in the database left by the sixty-year game between "Trees" and "Worker Ants" are completely cleared, then that can be restored The shelter is back to normal.

After two centuries, the shelter is no longer suitable as a foundry well, at least until the bugs inside are dealt with, and it will need to continue to exist as a shelter.

The Alliance will repurpose this sanctuary when circumstances warrant.

However, Chu Guang still had some doubts about this shelter.

Except for the supervisor named Craig who died as a human in the shelter, where were the other 110 residents who uploaded their thoughts to the circuit board?

He found no trace of these 110 residents in the shelter's database.

They will not disappear from the shelter out of thin air after uploading their thoughts to the circuit board.

While Chu Guang was thinking, he suddenly remembered that when his players first entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to have mentioned that the terminal at the door had a record of being visited in 2190.

The year 2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.

This year happened to be the time when the last survivor of this shelter, the supervisor named Craig, disappeared in the shelter...

……

Vault 101.

After a few days, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was still the same coffee shop where they met before.

But what was different from last time was that this cafe in a corner of the downtown area was almost full of people. It was not until Chu Guang walked to the corner of the store near the cupboard that he found a way to wave to himself.

"This way."

Walking to Dr. Method, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to pull out the chair directly opposite his seat, sat down, and said straight to the point.

"Thank you for the password. The legacy of Vault 100 is a real help for us, especially the plasma engine."

Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Fangfa smiled slightly, picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and said in a cheerful tone.

"Really? I'm glad that I can help you. I think the residents of Vault 100 will also be very happy that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them."

Chu Guang sighed softly.

“We tried to gather enough materials to produce a prototype using the black box, and disassembled the prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers could not fully digest the technology, and we could not find the black box. The only other production method is to design an aircraft suitable for them around that prototype and battery."

There was no surprise on Dr. Fa's face, but he comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.

"This is normal. With your current conditions, it is a fantasy to want to independently produce that kind of thing. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to realize the technology. Don't worry about things that cannot be completed. Anxiety. The black box is enough to help you make the transition from 'having nothing' to 'knowing what is happening and why.' What you have to do is to take the current path step by step."

When he said this, Fafa seemed to think of something again, so he added a sentence in a joking tone.

"Of course, we do not rule out another possibility. Those black boxes will remain black boxes to you until the end. They have turned from auxiliary tools into an inescapable drug addiction."

"I will be wary of that happening."

After leaving these words, Chu Guang paused for a moment, placed his index finger on his left arm and tapped twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.

Seeing the holographic image that Chu Guang pushed in front of him, Fa Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This is?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"What our residents found in the shelter was not only the black box and the administrator's log, but also the records left by the 'trees', 'tree people' and 'worker ants'. They tried to find out more about Escape No. 100 The history of the past sixty-three years has been compiled."

In fact, he just copied and pasted the content discussed by players on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left the relatively objective part.

Fafa stretched out his index finger with great interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and slid his index finger to turn two pages.

"...Interesting."

He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.

"...So in the end, in the eyes of the tree people, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into bugs than escape did not really turn themselves into bugs, nor did they really escape from the shelter. Even that The poor man who lived on the bottom floor until the end, the 'ignorant guy who wanted to escape even if he demolished the house', finally let himself be eaten by bugs in order to save the shelter he hated so much."

"This is too ironic."

"I think if Craig were still alive, he would definitely be laughing and laughing, and maybe even laugh at the poor guy - if they hadn't hid themselves in the cold storage to destroy the shelter, why would Vault 100 be As for the current result? A group of humble bugs, even if they do some trivial things at the end of their lives, it is not enough to atone for their sins!"

When he said this, he raised his voice slightly, as if he was not talking privately, but talking to someone sitting in a noisy coffee shop.

Or read someone's heart.

Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table and slowly unclenched it.

Combined with the playful expression on Fa Fa's face, Chu Guang was convinced of his suspicion that this guy had seen that Craig.

Go through the terminal at the door.

After thinking for a moment, he expressed his opinion.

"My opinion is different from yours. From my perspective as an outsider, whether they are tree people or worker ants, they are all residents of Vault 100. Some of them want to build the shelter for power. It becomes a permanent prison, while some people are willing to destroy the entire refuge in order to be free."

“They used the most extreme and deadly methods on each other during the conflict, turning the rules originally designed to protect them into tools to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is their ultimate destruction. reasons."

"In fact, everything they do is in compliance with the rules of the moment they live in, whether it is hiding their own life characteristics to trigger the dome's self-destruction mechanism, or using a bug in the program to trigger the overload of the reactor and cut off the power supply. . What is incredible is that no one thinks about fixing these long-standing security risks, but instead uses them as nuclear bombs to deal with others."

"Generally speaking, residents of shelters will not collectively enter the cold storage, and it is almost impossible for the fusion reactor to be overloaded. And they have done all these operations that the designers have never imagined, and the result is that the number Tens of thousands of deaths and more than a century of outage."

After pausing for a moment and looking at the way to indicate him to continue, Chu Guang continued in a casual tone.

"The guy who called himself the gravekeeper finally realized that both themselves and the superior supervisors were essentially part of the shelter. The tree people did not come down from the non-existent tree, but the Born from them. And their ending is not due to any one person's stupidity, but everyone has an unshirkable responsibility."

"From an outsider's perspective, I think his actions at the last moment of his life were enough to atone for his own sins. Vault 404 will take over the torch from their hands, carry their memories, and move on for them. Complete the mission they forgot for a moment."

When he said this, Chu Guang had some regrets on his face.

Although the shelter was saved.

But this is obviously not the most perfect ending.

After a pause, he continued.

"...Of course, if Mr. Treeman, who lived until the end, in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era at the end of his life, took the time to take another look at the bottom of the shelter, and spent dozens of minutes to understand it, What happened there may not have to wait until more than a hundred years later for us to put an end to their grudges."

The answer has been written down.

It is not difficult to copy it once.

Even with the language barrier and the need for a translator, the players in the alliance still relied on the only clues to decipher the last words left by the "worker ant" who survived to the end. , and holding the last key he made with his life, he closed the systemic error that could cause the entire shelter to collapse.

At this moment, a choking sound came from the neighboring table not far away.

"Craig...that guy would never laugh at him...if he knew what that guy had done."

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Chu Guang looked in the direction from which the voice came, and saw a man wearing a gray jacket with his back to them, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

It's not just him.

The same goes for everyone else.

Intermittent choking sounds floated from another direction.

"I remember that kid... He became the supervisor in 1953, when he was still a young man in his early twenties."

"He loved it there more than anyone else. I still remember him saying... that after everything is over, he wants to open a museum in the shelter and tell stories about the past with the boys from the New People's League."

"Damn it...why didn't that guy come to me! Why don't you use my body? I've already decided to give up my body! Just use mine!"

I don’t know when the originally bustling coffee shop had lost its previous cheerful atmosphere. The faces were filled with confusion, loss, sadness, and regret with eyes closed.

It seems that just as he guessed——

The 110 residents who uploaded their minds to the "Great Tree" did not sleep in Vault 100, but were taken away by someone in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era, a sanctuary that had lost hope.

That person is exactly the method.

Having established a complete technology recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and dedicating almost his whole life to it, he left the Great Rift Valley with disappointment in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, following a path completely opposite to that of the academy. Went to the south.

Vault 101 is obviously not the first shelter he has visited. The access record left on the terminal outside the gate of Vault 100 more than a hundred years ago was left by him!

Meeting Chu Guang's questioning eyes, Fa Fa didn't explain anything, just took a sip of coffee, just like Chu Guang did when he first walked in.

Then he said something meaningful.

"What do you think is the best ending for them?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Every part plays its original role."

Method: "What does it mean?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"That's the literal meaning. As a manager, 'Tree' is a supervisor, and residents are residents. They actually got off to a pretty good start. The situation in other shelters may have been much worse than their start, but they During the actual operation, it completely deviated from the original idea. The residents closest to the tree became tree people attached to the tree, while the residents farthest from the tree were no longer even human beings."

"Everyone should perform their own duties. What you said is the most ideal situation, but in practice it may be completely different." Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Fang Fang smiled calmly and said, " Just like the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, believe it or not, it was the best way at the time. There have never been so many people with different identities devoting themselves unreservedly to the same thing. Without it, this planet may have been It's dead. But even so, it only existed for 45 years."

Chu Guang said bluntly.

"I know that the worst choices are the easiest and the best choices are always the hardest, so we won't be them."

Method raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then which one are you?"

Get up from the coffee table.

Chu Guang, who figured it was time to leave, glanced at the survivors of Vault 100 who were crying over yesterday, and answered the question about the method.

"We are somewhere in between."

"Neither the best nor the worst."

……

The excavation work of Shelter No. 100 is over. Twenty-two black boxes have been recovered from the shelter one after another, along with a large number of mechanical equipment.

Vault 100 has left behind an astonishing technological legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including the "Cryptonite" engineering armor, which is more suitable than the current "KV" and "Miner" series of exoskeletons commonly used by the Alliance. When constructing in complex terrain, you can even work without scaffolding and other auxiliary equipment at all, while climbing on a nearly vertical construction surface.

Since the supervisors of No. 100 originally planned to live underground for the rest of their lives, for a long time the creativity of the entire shelter was focused on "how to use limited resources and space to transform the environment of the shelter into a better place." livable".

Besides that, there are those little guys named Ga Bang.

The genetic source of this thing is probably scarab beetle, but the original DNA has been modified so that even their biological mother does not recognize it, so it can be treated as a completely new species.

The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymer bulletproof plates inserted into exoskeletons and can also be used to produce carbon-based integrated circuits.

The database of Vault 100 contains various experimental data on these chitin materials and complete industrial application methods.

According to that information, the Alliance can directly use the chitin materials piled in the shelter's courtyard like ore.

Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a biological mine for the Alliance for a long time.

At the same time, the ecological impact analysis of "Gabeng" is also in progress.

According to the judgment of alliance biologists, due to the special ecological environment of Xizhou City, a series of creatures including mutant water striders, warship shrimps, and even split-claw crabs are the natural enemies of "Crack". Therefore, this creature It did not spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City like the Death Claws.

However, it is precisely because of this that "Gabong" that survives in harsh environments will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the stingers hidden in its abdomen will be sharper.

At present, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute has referred to the suggestions of Shelter 404 and officially named the "Gabong" discovered in 213 of the Wasteland Era as the Jiralhanae Insect, and further carried out further research on the biotechnology contained in it and the industrial value of its carapace. exploration.

In short, the novel gadgets recovered from Vault 100 are enough to keep the alliance's research institutions and production units busy for a whole year.

Camp No. 100.

Looking at the mountains of machines in the warehouse, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't there a normal shelter in this wasteland?"

The scientific expedition team needs to appraise the value of these props obtained from digging graves, and then calculate the rewards obtained by the Storm Troops in this operation.

This work will take several days.

Although the password and coordinates of the shelter were provided by the mission, and all they did was the easy job of prying the coffin board, the credit for saving the shelter still went to them, and they were rewarded with the final silver coins and contribution points. Don't think you will be disappointed.

As the leader of the corps, Brother Quan Shui also made great contributions to the players who went deep into the dungeon.

Quanshui chuckled when he heard the complaints from my blackest brother.

"Is it possible that normal shelters do not require us to dig graves at all? They have completed their original plans in the past two centuries, either joining the survivor colonies on the surface, or becoming their own The settlement."

Leaving aside the weird stuff like the Enlightenment Party, Blue Jackets have been joining Boulder City one after another fifty years after the Wasteland Era.

In addition, the origin of the enterprise is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.

Not to mention the Alliance itself is also like this, and even brought back a number of shelters that were already failing.

"Is there survivorship bias?"

I sighed the most, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a robot spider beside me, and I couldn't help but laugh and continued.

"By the way, why did you come out with me?"

The bell riding on the back of the robot spider turned its head in dissatisfaction.

"You ask me? I still want to ask you! Didn't you agree that I would be a tour guide in the museum? So where is the alliance museum? How long do I have to stay in this **** place?"

I looked at it with a weird expression.

Let this guy be a museum tour guide...

Can you sell tickets?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two people standing in the room looked towards the door almost at the same time and saw a strange man standing there.

Not only was he alone, there was also a large group of people behind him, it looked like there were hundreds of them.

They were wearing blue coats, but their skin was dull gray, like mannequins placed in an old window.

There is no doubt that they are androids.

However, I don’t know if it was intentional or not. They made the characteristics of the androids very obvious and even abrupt. Not only were they all bald, but even the facial features only had a perfunctory outline.

It's just like Frost and Eclipse when they first came to the alliance.

Looking at the man standing at the door, I hesitated for a moment with the darkest expression on my face, and subconsciously blurted out a question.

"You are?"

"My name is... Gugel," the man seemed to take some time to remember his name, and put his hand on his chest to salute slightly, "We are the survivors of Vault 100."

I was stunned for a moment, and so was the spring water standing nearby, with a surprised expression on his face.

As for the bell, he stared at the man in front of him.

"Gugel?! Is it you? You...are actually back? It's strange. My master said that all the cowards are dead. He will die soon too. Why are you alive again!?"

Looking at the bells chattering there, a touch of sadness appeared on Gugel's abstract features. He sighed softly as if he didn't want to remember more, and looked at the two of me, the most black and the spring water.

"The people in this camp told me that you can be found here, and that through you you can find the manager."

Commander Quanshui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.

"Do you... have anything to do with him?"

"We want to see him again."

The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said in a sincere tone.

"We originally planned to rest in Vault 101, but there is no room for our guilty and restless souls there."

"So we thought that instead of spending the remaining time repenting, we might as well fulfill the long-cherished wishes of those compatriots who died because of us."

"If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be of some use, which may alleviate some of the suffering in our hearts."

"I hope he can take us in!"

Quanshui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.

"The Alliance is not a charity and we do not take in anyone."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the people gathered at the entrance of the warehouse with a smile.

"But——"

As Quan Shui expected, his conversation changed.

"...Anyone who sincerely desires to end the wasteland and is spontaneously determined to contribute to this end, we welcome him to join!"

"Whether he is alive or dead."

Looking at Gugel who looked slightly moved, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand.

"Welcome, survivors of Vault 100."

"Tell me what you do best and we can get started!"