This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 624: Putting an end to the grudges of a hundred years ago
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The towering giant door is like a folding book in the judge's hand, with a small crack opened.
The ice shards blown out by the breeze glowed with a colder light than the sword.
Standing in front of the majestic giant door, the man wearing a heavy exoskeleton stared at everything in front of him in stunned silence. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence.
"Wori..."
Broken bodies of ice are spread across thousands of square meters of open space, and people are crouching close to the ground, maintaining their posture for the last second of their lives.
Some people put their foreheads to the ground in a prayer gesture, some were clinging to each other, there were mothers and fathers holding their children, and there were also a family of three holding hands...
This is the 100th and final underground floor of Vault 100. Its ceiling is the floor of the central patio, while the floor is the base of the entire sanctuary.
Perhaps because it is a warehouse area, this is the highest single floor in the entire shelter.
Ten Fist Man thought he would find some treasures on this floor. No matter how hard he tried, he would also be able to find some valuable garbage. However, he did not expect that he would plunge into a pile of dead people as soon as he opened the door.
In this warehouse alone, there are at least one or two thousand corpses lying there, and there are several similar warehouses here.
Maybe those are similar situations...
The soles of the boots made a squeaking sound on the ground.
Ten Fist Man unconsciously passed through the crack in the door and walked into the icehouse, which was tens of degrees below zero. He held up a flashlight to check the surroundings.
Rather than shocked, he was more surprised and muttered something to himself.
"...What exactly happened here?"
Following him into the icehouse, the player wearing the exoskeleton squatted on the ground, carefully inspected the ice corpse lying on the ground, and took a photo of the corpse's face.
After a moment, he came to a conclusion.
"Most people here should have died from lack of oxygen... They were not frozen to death, it was more like they were frozen after death."
There are also some people who can see obvious gunshot wounds on their bodies, and even broken arms, hands and feet. It is obvious that they were dragged here after death.
"...What's the difference?"
Clapping his hands and standing up, the player sighed.
"That's not true..."
One thing to say.
This was also the first time he saw so many dead people outside the battlefield.
The strong visual impact is completely different from the feeling when seeing corpses on the battlefield. After all, when you are on the battlefield, you don't have time to think about how a person died.
"...The signal should not be sent from here. There can be no living people here."
Taking one last look at the rows of corpses frozen into ice, Ten Fist Superman withdrew his flashlight, looked at his teammates behind him and continued.
"Let's get out."
No one wanted to stay here any longer, so the player nodded and exited the icehouse with him. He also pressed the button to close the door for the old popsicles.
The two continued to visit several warehouses.
Ten Fist Superman soon discovered that, as he expected, the conditions in these icehouses were basically the same, packed with corpses frozen into ice.
There are no traces of the exchange of fire at all on the B100 floor. It is an unsolved mystery as to who stuffed these people into the icehouse and suffocated them to death.
Just when the two of them finished exploring the last ice house, the player who went to explore the other side came back from the front and greeted the two of them from a distance.
"This floor is probably a warehouse area. The north is a cold storage for food, and the south seems to be engineering machines and daily necessities. However, the resources there are completely cleaned. Only one of the warehouses is different. It was transformed into a work workshop, and we also found generators, batteries, and some incomprehensible gadgets."
Ten Fist Superman immediately became interested after hearing this.
"Let's go and have a look."
Following the player, the group quickly came from the warehouse area in the north to the south.
The area here is much larger than the previous area, and the structure is much more complex. The tall metal supports are like walls, and you need to use an escalator to climb to the top.
As soon as he walked into this area, Ten Fist Man smelled a faint smell of engine oil, and immediately noticed that this warehouse was different.
If the warehouses they searched earlier were more like morgues, then this place is like a recycling bin filled with garbage.
Several "Crab" engineering armors were like crabs whose shells had been ripped open, with almost all internal parts removed. Their pliers and heads were hanging down next to the scaffolding made of steel pipes.
Not far away lies a pile of dusty coils and machines that have been pieced together and modified. All kinds of equipment that players can't even understand their use are here.
The survivors living on this level used their ingenuity and professional skills to the extreme. They poured the mucus of the Jirashua worm into a person-high glass jar to purify the electrolyte, and made disposable chemical batteries for these temporary batteries. Powered by patchwork equipment.
More than that, they later dismantled some machines picked up from other floors, transformed the entire warehouse into a small workstation that did not need to rely on the power of the shelter, and modified a simple workbench including integrated circuits. A series of sophisticated gadgets.
These strange devices do look very powerful, but what makes Ten Fist Man confused is that he has no idea what these people are doing.
"What are they doing?"
The teammate who was following him hesitated.
"Perhaps... like "Lack of Oxygen", you plan to engage in material recycling in this shelter?"
"How is this possible..."
"It's not completely impossible. At least they haven't touched the bodies in the icehouse next door... Well, maybe they haven't. Anyway, from this point of view, their remaining supplies are still very rich, and at least they still have options. room."
This is indeed a novel idea.
People here restored power and even got the cold storage working again, obviously they have solved the most critical energy source.
They froze the corpses, and those corpses are now preserved intact, and the insects outside have not been eaten to extinction. Apparently they completed their goal before the nutrients were exhausted, but what is confusing is that, Where did those people go in the end?
You can't just go back to the icehouse and lie down after working around for a while, right?
Looking at the dissecting table filled with chitin carapace, Ten Fist Superman scratched the back of his head through his helmet, feeling dizzy.
He knew nothing about archeology, but at this moment he felt like he was at an archaeological site.
What is intriguing is that because the technology in the era of the Prosperous Era is far beyond that of the real world, he cannot use real world experience to infer the motives of these survivors and guess what they want to do. .
As soon as he walked to an autopsy table, Ten Fist Superman reached out and picked up the bowl-shaped insect shell on the table, and found a line of small words engraved on it.
Using VM's translation function to extract the text, a blue floating window was projected on the inside of the tactical eyepiece of his exoskeleton helmet.
"...Memorialized, 77,274 residents, including 645 overseers."
He read it quietly.
An agility player walked next to him and looked at the insect shell in his hand curiously.
"What are these? Last words?"
His nickname is Buried in Peace. It was added to the game in Beta version 0.4, and he also joined the Storm Troopers at that time.
"I guess so," Ten Fist Superman put the insect shell back on the table, took a look at the previously recovered administrator's log, and then looked around at the graffiti-like murals on the surrounding walls.
"Just a rough guess, there should have been a conflict, or a war, here before. The residents of the shelter had a fight with the supervisors, and then the supervisors drove them to the lowest level and cut off their power supply? However, They also cut off supplies from the upper levels, and the two sides stopped communicating with each other for a while..."
In fact, there is no need to guess at all.
There were traces of firefights all the way down here, especially the corridor on the B51 floor, which was filled with bullet holes.
The two sides competed for the manager's office, leaving thousands of corpses in just one corridor, which could all be identified by the temperature-controlled coats of the shelter residents.
Of course, the horrors there pale in comparison to those in the warehouse next door.
"Regardless of what they did, have you found the abnormal life signal?" A power player came over and coughed and said, "This place always makes me feel creepy, let's hurry up. Finish the task and go up."
His nickname is "Unconscious". He is a beta 0.1 version of the game. He did not know each other before joining the Storm Troopers, but their IDs are so similar that they were misunderstood as a couple's name.
I don’t know where Brother Quan Shui got so many top quality items.
"I haven't found it yet." Ten Fist Man shook his head, walked to the wall with murals on it, and took a few photos.
Nutu on the side cooed for Andi.
"Aren't there more precise coordinates? It's on this level... This prompt is too abstract."
The other player shook his head.
"The monitoring and sensors of B100 have been removed. To be precise, this is true from the B51 floor down. The life signal was captured by the sensor on the B51 floor. There is no way to determine its specific location. We can only faintly aware of its existence."
Carefully observing the details of the mural, Ten Fist Man found another line of writing on the wall. The writing seemed to be that of the same person who carved the words on the insect shell.
Following the rusty lines, he read out in a low voice.
"...Tree people do not come from indescribable trees. Like trees, they come from us from beginning to end, and the arrogance of others is also the sin of our arrogance."
“Order should be a fortress that protects us, but we have forged its masonry into fratricidal swords.”
“We have forgotten where we are going, where we came from, and why we built this fortress in the first place and eventually became its puppets.”
"We will die eventually."
"And I will spend the rest of my life completing our tombstone."
"——Gravekeeper of Vault 100."
There was no name left at the signature, only a string of numbers.
Ten Fist Superman had an idea and thought that this might be the number of cycles for recording time, so he converted the units of this line of numbers and concluded that the time when his last words were written was the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.
"So...all those survivors died in the end?"
Looking at the century-old murals on the wall, he frowned slightly, and then glanced at the mountains of machines next to him.
Are these things just funerary objects in the tomb?
He instinctively felt that it was not that simple.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the teammates who were searching not far away.
"There is a sleep cabin here!"
Hearing the sound, Ten Fist Man rushed over immediately.
At the end of the rows of shelves wrapped with various pipelines, stood a machine covering an area of about ten square meters.
In the center of the machine is a sleeping cabin, and on the right is a broken glass tank.
Judging from the fragments scattered on the ground, the glass jar should have been broken from the inside, and something came out of it.
Judging from the feedback results of VM's life signal radar, the life signal of Namo Lake is emitted from this dormant cabin!
Joy instantly appeared on everyone’s faces.
There is a living person in here!
"Let me open it!"
Ten Fist Superman took a step forward, pulled out the data cable from the VM, connected it to the interface of the dormant cabin, and pressed the power-on button at the same time.
The small hacking program prepared for them by the scientific expedition team immediately came into play, and they quickly gained control of the dormant cabin program.
Obviously, that guy Yin Fang is a professional when it comes to prying open the refrigerator.
Ten Fist Man pressed the button to open the door without hesitation. However, when a putrid smell wafted out along with the sound of leaking air, he immediately realized something was wrong.
A dozen ghost-faced insects got out of the gap in the cabin door, making a squeaking sound and rushing toward the people standing in front of the dormant cabin.
"Wo Day!"
Gu Di Wei An was so frightened that he pulled the trigger reflexively. Three sudden gunshots instantly tore apart the bugs crawling to his feet and broke the silence in the warehouse.
"Ceasefire! Don't break things here!"
With a slap, he slapped the bug in front of him on the ground. Ten Fist Superman raised his foot and trampled it into a puddle of mud.
After finally dealing with the escaping bugs, he then looked towards the open sleeping cabin and saw a mutilated skeleton lying inside.
The man put his hands on his chest, holding a half-broken glass bottle. Tiny insect shells and broken eggs could be seen inside.
Based on various details, it is inferred that this person should have taken the initiative to lie down in the dormant cabin with these insect eggs. However, he did not start the freezing process, only the negative pressure process.
After completing a certain ritual, he ended his life in a certain way and gave his body to the bugs.
Ten Fist Superman stared blankly at this guy's remains and the insect eggs that filled the skeleton, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
The suspected humanoid life signal they had detected before, they thought there were survivors, but they didn't expect it to be a bunch of bugs!
Is this okay?
While he was dazed for a moment, a piercing siren suddenly sounded.
Not knowing what happened, everyone quickly looked around, only to see that the warning light above their heads suddenly flashed red along with the alarm bell, making people feel uneasy for a while.
"...What happened?" Ru Di Wei'an looked around alertly.
At this moment, the screen of the VM worn on Ten Fist Superman's left arm and connected to the sleep cabin suddenly turned white.
Then, as if it was haunted, the UI interface of the scientific expedition team applet was replaced by an old man whose facial features were mosaic-like.
Noticing the changes in the VM on his arm, Ten Fist Man immediately looked at the old man on the screen and asked alertly.
"Who are you?"
While speaking, his right hand was already holding the data cable, ready to physically disconnect the network at any time.
The old man floating in the white snowflakes looked at him quietly, and intermittent voices floated out from behind the mosaic-moulded features.
"I am 'Tree', the manager here."
Hearing this unexpected name, Ten Fist Man was stunned, and then said subconsciously.
"...Tree?! Aren't you dead?"
The old man continued calmly.
"AI has no concept of life and death. The meaning of my existence is for the residents living here. I will continue to fulfill my mission until they no longer need me."
Ten Fist Man still wants to continue asking, but there are more important things at the moment.
"What's the situation with the noise outside? Did we commit some... taboo?"
The tree answered his question in a calm tone.
"That was a warning that my mission was about to reach its end."
Before the man in front of the screen asked in detail, it continued.
"The reactor is operating normally, the life monitoring sensor has been restarted, the detection program continues to be executed, and the number of active life signals of residents remains below 3,000 for 24 consecutive hours. The shelter shelter protocol will enter the final stage, and the dome self-destruction program will be initiated to guide the destruction of the surface ruins with The earthwork structure fell into the patio."
The players who understood the last sentence were instantly shocked.
"What the hell?!"
"Self-destruct?!"
As if sensing everyone's mood swings, Shu continued calmly.
"Don't panic, what you are about to see is the ultimate fate of this shelter, which was designed from the moment it was built."
Ten Fist Man looked at the guy on the screen in confusion.
It’s okay not to panic...
How can you not panic!
It is the year 213 of the Wasteland Era!
It deviated from the planned time by more than 100 years!
If the dome self-destruction program is really executed, who knows what the final result will be, maybe the entire shelter will be buried directly.
To put it bluntly.
This is a program designed two hundred years ago. How can we expect it to still be reliable two hundred years later?
What’s even more terrible is that the countdown is not 24 hours at all, but 10 minutes! They didn't even have time to evacuate with the black box!
The progress bar has gone through more than half a long time ago!
At the critical moment, he calmed down and looked at the old man on the screen and said.
"Can you stop? The current situation no longer meets the conditions for activating the dome's self-destruction program!"
Shu replied in a calm voice.
"Request violation, administrator permissions not detected, asylum agreement cannot be modified."
When he heard the first half of the sentence, Ten Fist Man's mood sank to the bottom, but after hearing the last sentence, his hope was rekindled.
The reason for the request violation is the modification of the protocol, not the request itself.
In other words——
As long as he does not modify the agreement itself and just reinterprets the original terms, he still has a chance to convince this stubborn AI!
Thoughts in my head are running fast.
Suddenly, he noticed the body holding the insect eggs in the dormant cabin, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly opened up.
The answer was left a long time ago...
Looking at the tree on the screen, he took a deep breath and said seriously.
"I have questions about the rules for determining the disappearance of residents' life signals."
The tree responded to him.
"What doubt."
Ten Fist Man looked at the virtual image on the screen and said word by word.
"Am I a resident of Vault 100?"
Shu replied coldly.
"The biometric information registered in Eucalyptus was not detected, and the judgment is No."
Ten Fist Man: "So only if 3,000 'residents of Vault 100' remain, can we ensure that the dome's self-destruction program will not be executed."
Shu: "Understood correctly, this is one of the basic conditions. In addition, the average number of people must remain above 5,000 for 180 consecutive days."
Ten Fist Man: "Then I would like to ask, what about the children of residents of Vault 100? Can they also be counted as residents of Vault 100?"
Shu: "Of course, as long as you can prove the biological inheritance relationship between different life forms, you can obtain the status of a shelter resident——"
Looking at the countdown with only a few minutes left, Ten Punch Man interrupted it and spoke quickly.
"Then I implore you to open your eyes and see how many people there are in this shelter!"
Tree: "Zero."
Ignoring its cold and ruthless answer, Ten Fist Superman did not give up, but continued to quibble.
"Open your eyes wider! They have not disappeared, they are still here, but they have changed their life forms while you are sleeping! Those bugs in your eyes are the continuation of their lives , and the evidence is in this dormant cabin in front of me! What was the biometric information of the last resident on the B100 floor before he lay down in it, and what was the biometric information after opening the door? Isn’t this enough to prove their identity? ?"
Ten Fist Man knows very well that he is being sophistical.
However, this defense was not made up by him, but a witness had thought it up for him more than a hundred years ago.
The guy who calls himself the gravekeeper.
The rituals he completed were not meaningless, and the legacies he left behind were not meant to be buried with him.
That guy had long expected that someone would open this tomb one day in the future, and also expected that those people would restart the silent reactor.
In order to undo the mistake they made due to their common stupidity, and to stop the dome's self-destruction program from executing, he designed his own final death, taking advantage of a loophole in the shelter's biometric program to turn himself into a bug. .
This is the last time he takes advantage of a bug in the shelter rules.
It's just that this time it's not to fight the "tree people", but to save the home he once hated so much and wanted to escape at all costs.
The tree thought for a while.
Under the gaze of all the players, he nodded slowly.
"Supplementary Regulations Update."
"The judgment result has been revised, the current number of residents is 6.79 million..."
The piercing siren stopped at the last minute of the countdown, and Ten Fist Man and his teammates beside him breathed a sigh of relief.
After he regained his composure, he couldn't help but be speechless.
I didn’t expect that there were so many Ghost-faced Insects in this refuge...more than six million.
But in any case, the current hurdle has finally passed. As for how to deal with this mess in the future, it is left to the managers to consider.
There should be a way to get the administrator rights back from that tree.
At this time, the old man on the screen whose facial features were blurred by the mosaic suddenly smiled softly.
Although he couldn't see the curve of the corners of his mouth, Ten Fist Man was sure that he saw it correctly.
"Leave it to you."
After dropping a meaningful monologue, the white snowflakes flashing on the screen disappeared before everyone could recover.
It's like it never happened...
Bi An was stunned for a moment.
"What did he say?"
Ten Fist Superman was also stunned.
"It seems to say...Leave it to us?"
Unconscious and confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know..." Ten Fist Man took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, "Anyway, I'll go offline first and report the situation here to the outside. Don't touch the things here for the time being. It’s not good and there are some other weird things hidden there.”
The task has been completed.
He didn't want to cause trouble.
The other teammates looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah."
Ten Fist Man sat on the ground and closed his eyes.
At the same time, the official website of another world.
Almost as soon as he logged into the forum, he saw a string of red dots floating on the private message box. When he clicked on it, he saw the small window of my darkest and crazy Aite.
I'm the worst: "F*ck, what are you doing down there?"
Ten Punch Man: "Well, don't worry, it was already done."
I am the blackest: "???"
Ten Fist Superman: "Also, we have completed the final branch... Unfortunately, no survivors were found. There were a bunch of bugs stuffed in the dormant cabin, and the man ended his life."
I'm the worst: "Took their own lives? Wait, didn't they turn into bugs? (Shocked)"
Ten Fist Man: "Became a bug? Is that so? But I feel that it is more like an ordinary neural connection device."
I am the darkest: "Ah this..."
Ten Fist Superman: "According to the last words left by the last survivor on the B100 floor, he dragged the bodies of his compatriots into the icehouse, and finally lay down in the dormant cabin himself. However, he did not start the freezing process. He chose to end his life... Maybe at the end of his life, he controlled a robot or a bug to go out and take a look at the outside world, and turned into a bug just like you said."
I was silent for a long time before I replied to him.
"...This is too ridiculous."
Ten Fist Man sighed and typed a reply.
"Yes, I think so too, but this is their final outcome... Our mission has been completed and it's time to withdraw."
What he understands is only the perspective of the "worker ants", and he does not understand the full picture of the crisis that occurred in this shelter more than a hundred years ago.
Perhaps the past of this shelter will appear on the "Wasteland OL" forum in the future, just like the shelters discovered by other players.
However.
Probably you don’t need to rely on the dog to plan and do this on its own...
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(I’ve been late lately, so I’ll be early today.)