My Cell Prison

"Layered world structure.

I guess that the current world before the fall, the conditions on the land surface should be equally bad, life forms are difficult to survive, so the "living space" is forced to turn underground, the civilization here should also be hidden in the underground area.

The steel, I accidentally saw a ray of vitality in that pile of garbage.

Just in case, I set up a space teleportation array to the underground, and everyone approached the target in a sneaky state. If it is determined that there is no ambush, immediately suppress the target and try to stay alive. "

"Oh? Life... I'll go see"

Green peeped into the novel underground world, and when he heard there was life, he immediately got excited.

Kaji~ A tentacled from the fingers, connected to the brain of the Jandaros hound (hereafter referred to as ‘hound’).

Sharp Tooth easily tore through the space, carrying Green into it quickly, and heading to the [garbage dump] Han Dong was referring to.

"Tsk! This guy Green is a bit annoying... I'll follow up first, Demps, you and Miss Helen, take your time, if I encounter an enemy attack with Green, you might as well think of a solution outside."

After all, Han Dong disappeared into starlight.

Miss Helen said to herself strangely:

"He didn't lower his voice, and said bad things about Green directly behind his back. Will he really not be killed like this?"

"I don't know..."

Demps was even more helpless.

He himself did not intend to get in-depth contact with the alien magic circle. As a result, Han Dong was drawn into the circle, and he directly came into contact with the extremely dangerous original substance.

...

Whoosh!

The hound is originally between reality and space, and there is no interval between space crossing.

Han Dong's catching up was still half a beat slow.

Green was already standing in front of a garbage pile more than four meters high with various metal wastes, ready to do it.

"Green, wait!

This is a battlefield. At least two or more worlds are in locations that we don't know... There may be traps in front of us. "

"Trap? Isn't it better...

My favorite is the "trap" created by the weak.

When the prey falls into the trap they are proud of, it will make them feel complacent about winning.

Just when they thought they had the chance to win, and their mood to win reached their peak..."

When he said this, Green made a tearing movement with his arms, as if tearing the individual in half, bathing in body fluids gushing out of his body cavity.

"Wow!

While tearing his body apart, he can feel the emotional change of the other person intimately, an extreme change from the peak to the trough, and the hunter turns into prey.

Such a double experience can make people obsessed, even addictive! Nicholas, you will love it..."

Green has locked the ‘life’ in the trash and pulled it out.

No traps are triggered,

There was no violent explosion,

Nor did it appear that a large number of troops surrounded everyone instantly.

It was a waste robot that was pulled out of the garbage dump in search of a weak life.

1. An upright mechanical body, with metal pieces fixed on the surface with screws, and even heart-shaped graffiti painted.

2. The top is inlaid with a camera, and an old-fashioned speaker (with a receiving device) is also connected.

3. Freely steerable rubber tires are embedded in the lower end, which can realize free turning and fast rolling.

4. It has two mechanical arms with rough workmanship and even exposed cables, one of which is being caught in the air by Green.

"What kind of **** is this?"

Green looked at the robot with no combat effectiveness in front of him, looking disappointed.

Simultaneously.

A mechanical voice full of excitement came from the robot speaker, using a common language of the black tower:

"Hello~ new meatballs! Welcome to Pandora!

Thank you very much for saving me from this dirty and smelly garbage dump.

First of all, please this ‘flesh with holes’ can get me down, I have an important task related to "world stability" to you. "

"Green~ I can understand the language of this guy, let it go first, it will help us understand the nature of the current world.

If you are lucky, you might be able to find the other's base camp in one fell swoop. "

Green let go.

The little robot felt able to stand firm, but in fact it suddenly slipped...The electricity remaining in its body could no longer support basic activities. This was also the reason why it was stuck in the trash.

Sound continues in the speaker:

"Along the road for one kilometer, there should be a red spear camp.

Your task is to go to the camp and find some shiny things to come back. This is of great help to saving the world. "

Han Dong stepped forward, looked down at the little robot at the lower end, and responded in black tower language:

"You just want to recharge, right?

No need to look for energy stones or batteries, we can charge you directly.

However, I have a question... how do you know ours is new here? "

"You are 100% fresh meatballs.

Any life living in Pandora cannot avoid the erosion and assimilation of metals. This is a good judgment. "

"So, are you a local? Are you clear about the situation here?"

"I was produced in 89 years ago. It is a functional robot self-developed and manufactured by Hyperion. It is equipped with an adaptively upgradeable H-4000 chip.

Although Pandora has fallen into the "self-destruct era" and has not been upgraded since the network was interrupted, other machines are the same.

I can say that no machine knows Pandora better than I do. "

Han Dong was amazed at the "intelligence level" of the robot, and he could feel from the words that the machine wanted to survive and even brag.

In addition.

Through the close perspective of the magic eye, the authenticity of most of the robot's speech can also be determined. It is in an [offline state], which can rule out the possibility of manipulation.

Its'self-awareness' has been fully formed, and the source is the chip embedded in it.

"Self-awareness" ≈ "Vitality"

This also explains why Han Dong could capture a weak and strange sense of vitality before.

"It is in line with the characteristics of reluctant living in [Legacy World]. If you make good use of it, you should be a "guide" and guide us to quickly understand the current world. 』

At this time, Demps and Miss Helen arrived one after another.

"Demps, can you charge this thing?"

"Let me try."

Demps, who is also obsessed with reading and proficient in various fields, made an OK gesture after checking the structure of the robot a little bit.

Poke your finger into the charging port.

The regular magic circuit is in the holy city on the right arm, and the energy is converted into a fixed frequency current, which is quickly filled.

"Wow! Electric meatball, my superman!"

Because of the long-lost abundant electric energy, the robot spins in place because of excitement.

"You saved Pandora's highest robot, please follow me! My studio is not far away, where I can build the most advanced equipment for you."

The small robot slides through the tires of its lower body and leads the way in front.

There is a kind of rhythmic music humming between the speakers, and the arms are dancing with the melody, quite happy.

Han Dong stared at this harmless robot and was thinking about a question.

"Why did the Dark Tower choose here as the battlefield of [London Game]? 』