God is Coming

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Primer:

"Huainanzi Tianwen Xun": "Five stars and eight winds, twenty-eight mansions. Five senses and six mansions, Zigong, Taiwei, Xuanyuan, Xianchi, four guards, heaven."

And the king of Qing Nian Sun said: Tiana is Tianhe.

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A burst of pleasant music woke him up from his deep sleep, "It's time to get up now, your breakfast is ready. The shuttle will arrive in 45 minutes, please don't miss the departure time."

He stood up and looked around.

This is a spacious apartment, and the soft lights are lighting up one by one. The bed is in the corner of the room, and there is a built-in wardrobe on the wall next to it. There is a square touch area on the door of the cabinet.

He reached out and touched the wardrobe door, and the silver light alloy door slid open automatically, revealing the rows of clothes inside.

All of the same style.

On the other side of the room is an open kitchen and living room connected together, and an automatic meal maker is placed on the island. He walked over, hesitated for a while on several buttons with different food logos, and chose 'random' to see if there would be any surprises today.

The food maker beeped softly, and a minute later the curtain door opened to dispense a sandwich.

"It's this again." He silently accepted his fate, picked up the sandwich, and ate it in a few bites.

To be honest, the taste of the sandwich is not bad, but the biggest problem is that the taste will never change, just like the famous slogan of Forest Foods: the quality is the same, and the original taste is the same.

But he has long known that no matter what he chooses, whether it's a sandwich or a hot dog or a meat bun, the taste is actually the same. In addition to the taste that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the nutrition and calories of synthetic food are still sufficient. Such a palm-sized sandwich has more calories than the same volume of pure fat, enough to support his morning activities.

He snapped his fingers, and the blackout curtains on one side of the living room opened automatically, revealing the French windows behind. The sun is shining outside the window.

The apartment is located on the top floor, with a very good view, you can have a panoramic view of the bay below and the mountains extending into the sea in the distance. On the coastline, there is a white sandy beach with rows of deck chairs and sun umbrellas. From the heights, you can also see hot girls in bikinis, either running or sunbathing. And the sea is very blue, with white sails sprinkled on it. The rich people in this city seem to be very industrious. It was still very early, and many of them had already sailed out to sea on yachts.

An old-fashioned plane slowly flew over the bay, pulled out a ribbon from behind, and then condensed into a line of big characters: Deep Space Energy.

Although the bay area is an invincible scenery, but looking at it every day, that's all.

He habitually glanced out the window, walked to the workbench, picked up the tidied tool bag, looked at today's travel log, and walked towards the door.

It was a long corridor to go out, and there seemed to be a faint burnt smell wafting from behind a piece of equipment cover, which made him feel a little uncomfortable instinctively. He looked at the cover, then at the time, and gave up the idea of ​​checking it. Anyway, if there is a problem with the equipment, maintenance personnel will arrive within half an hour.

However, this building with cyclic self-inspection and automatic repair and replacement of key equipment will have equipment problems?

The timer on his wrist began to vibrate slightly, reminding him that the time was approaching. So he quickened his pace, and from the elevator to the rooftop, a shuttle helicopter with twin helix fans was already waiting there. When he appeared, the hatch opened automatically.

He boarded the shuttle and sat in the familiar window seat.

"Please sit still, the whole process will take about eight minutes." The soft electronic synthesis voice is still so familiar, and I have heard it countless times.

"Maybe it's time for Deep Space Equipment to change the voice actor." He complained silently in his heart.

There is no driver in the shuttle, and everything flies according to the downloaded route. The plane made a circle over the bay, had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of the bay area, and then began to accelerate and flew to the city center.

The edge piercer flew close to the middle of a building, and the front glass curtain wall was separated to the two sides, revealing the inner apron.

He stepped out of the shuttle, walked through the winding corridors along the familiar route, and came to the reception hall.

A female researcher in a silver robe was already waiting at the door. She looked at the information board in her hand and said, "You are always so punctual."

He bowed slightly in respect.

The female researcher led him into another room. After being scanned by three lights of different colors, she pointed to the end of the room and said, "Enter through that door. There are the equipment you need today."

He nodded, walked through the automatic door, and saw a pistol, an arm shield, and a rectangular, palm-sized autoinjector already placed on the workbench in the room.

At this time the automatic door is closed and locked. Then an electronic synthesis sound with a special frequency sounded:

"Experiment No. 1120, please use the standard interface to receive today's experiment program."

Hearing this voice, the color in the depths of his pupils changed correspondingly. If you look closely, it is a blue light composed of countless extremely small numbers. From this moment on, all his emotions faded away, leaving only a mechanical and cold consciousness.

He reached out to the square device on the wall and pressed it on the designated area. A metal probe stretched out and pierced his palm, a piece of data was transmitted, and today's experiment program appeared in his field of vision.

"Today's experiment process:

1) Download version 0.1a of Melee Gun Fighting Technique... The download is complete.

2) Inject low-light visual enhancer.

3) Enter the fighting room and test the melee gun fighting skills.

4) After the test is completed, enter Room 3 for the intelligent personality test. "

After the data download was completed, all the data of the electromagnetically driven pistol, all the data of the alloy arm shield, and hundreds of different postures and tactics after the combination of the gun and shield naturally appeared in his consciousness.

He picked up the autoinjector on the table, aimed it at his forearm, and pressed the switch. With a soft flutter, the needle pierced into the arm, and the injection was completed. He felt a little sore, and after a while his vision began to change, and the room seemed to become brighter.

According to the procedure, he picked up the pistol, installed the arm shield, and walked into the adjacent fighting test hall. The hall was very empty, and the lights began to dim after he walked in, and finally there were only four small dark red lights at the four corners of the ceiling.

In Ruoda's large hall, a few small lights can only illuminate a one-meter range around him, and the middle area is almost invisible.

But his field of vision began to adjust as the light changed, and he had a panoramic view of everything in the hall, but the details were slightly blurred.

"Transmitting visual data... The transmission is complete. The first item of the fighting test, the basic attack, is ready to start, three, two, one!"

Several secret doors suddenly appeared on the wall of the hall, and more than a dozen small drones flew out of them, and multiple dark red laser spots hit his head in an instant.

When the aiming laser fell on his head, he suddenly took a side-slide step, throwing off all laser locks, and the right hand holding the gun flew up, bringing out a phantom. .

One by one of the drones in the air was hit by the volley and caught fire. The surviving drones began to maneuver desperately, but they couldn't escape the lock and were exploded one by one.

"First test successful, second test ready."

A large cigar-shaped cleaning drone flew in, opened its belly, sucked in all the debris on the ground, and then flew out.

"Test the second item, basic defense."

Another auto-turret protruded from the hall wall, and a targeting laser shone on him. The turret immediately spewed out flames and started firing at a low rate of three rounds per second.

This is a turret that uses old-fashioned gunpowder ammunition, and deliberately slows down the rate of fire.

The moment the turret locked on him, he took a standard step back in close combat firearms combat, retreating three meters, just avoiding the turret lock, and let the bullet fall into the air. Although it is an old-fashioned turret, the aiming program is an advanced version. If it misses a hit, the turret will start to change its strategy dynamically. Instead of focusing on his head and chest, it will aim at his limbs from time to time, and even predict his movements. , block the space in advance.

After avoiding the first wave of attacks, he no longer simply dodges. Because the rate of fire of the turrets began to increase, and more turrets appeared.

In his field of vision, the shooting path of the turret is displayed in straight lines, and several melee combat postures, either dodging or blocking, will automatically appear in his consciousness.

He moved several times in a row, avoiding most of the shots, and used arm shields to protect himself from attacks that were really unavoidable. The rain of bullets kept hitting the arm shield with sparks, and it was soon pitted. However, the effect of this set of fighting techniques is really extraordinary. Under the siege of several turrets with no dead ends, they can still deal with it with ease.

But as the rate of fire of the turret increased again, he finally had time to lose sight of the other. At a critical moment, he blocked two bullets to his chest, then grunted, and was shot in the thigh.

"The second test is over, and the evaluation is excellent."

As the synthesized voice announced the result, all the turrets stopped firing and retracted to the wall. Another drone flew into the hall and hovered over the wound on his thigh. Three robotic arms as slender as steel wires stretched into the wound, clamped out the warhead, and sprayed medical gel on it.

He moved his legs and was able to move freely.

A door opened at the end of the hall, and the synthesized voice prompted: "Please go to Room No. 3 for an intelligent personality test."

"Intelligent personality?" An inconspicuous question suddenly popped up in his cold mood.

The pitch of the synthesized voice suddenly increased, and became urgent: "Out-of-program abnormal data fluctuations have been detected! Warning, out-of-program abnormal data fluctuations have been detected!"

He was startled suddenly, and he had a premonition of danger. He instinctively suppressed all emotional fluctuations and returned to a mechanically cold state.

More than a dozen fully armed soldiers rushed out from the secret door and surrounded him, and then several researchers rushed over. The female researcher who brought him in looked at him carefully, approached slowly, and reached out to touch his eyes.

He remained motionless, red danger warnings constantly popping up in his vision.

The female researcher widened his eyes, took a closer look at the pupils, and then turned around and said, "There is no abnormality in the data, it should be a false alarm. The alarm is cleared, and the experiment continues."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the armed soldiers filed away and disappeared into the secret door.

A researcher next to him whispered, "Should we stop and check again?"

“It’s not necessary, we’re 15% behind schedule.”

The male researcher spread his hands and said, "You have the final say."

He went on, into room three.

It's a white and light blue room with nothing but a chair. In front of the chair is an empty wall.

He walked over, sat down on the chair naturally, put his hands on the armrests, and sat in a completely standard straight posture.

The lights in the room dimmed, and the color of the wall in front of it changed, turning into a screen for the entire wall. A very short sentence appeared on the screen, with only three large characters.

Who are you?