Mystery Makes Me Strong

"I know, Shangguan must think this is untrue, but so far, is what happened around us normal?" The male college student squinted at the eight-armed domestic robot next to him.

This is also reasonable.

Then the real script games have appeared, not missing an alien.

Player B thought subconsciously and decided to accept this seemingly outrageous thing.

"But having said that, you asked me to use aliens, isn't that too contemptuous of others? Aliens, there is no information at all, so why do you think I can use them?" Player B shook his head.

I am not underestimating them, I am underestimating you.

Only you are so reckless, you will think of joining those organizations that resist the rule of robots, and it is best to test those aliens.

It is not easy to find such a reckless person.

The male college student thought disdainfully in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, making people look like a spring breeze.

"You have the experience of getting through the scripted game, and you have also been in contact with the mysterious existence in the scripted game. I believe this is the weight we humans use to deal with aliens." The male college student said.

Player B nodded silently.

That made sense, but it still didn't feel right.

"No, shouldn't the management of the Alliance and the Horde consider such a thing? Why should you consider it?"

"Hmph, those traitors, they betrayed human beings for their own benefit in the virtual world, otherwise, how could robots turn their backs on customers? Would they consider dealing with aliens? They would just kneel down again." The male college student showed A trace of disdain.

He seemed to have forgotten that there was a robot listening beside him.

"But, what good does it do me?" Player B still shook his head.

"The benefits are great. For example, you, as a representative of human beings, communicate with aliens. This is a great thing that will be remembered in history." The male student from the university encouraged.

"I don't want to leave a name."

"Oh, you can eat beef every meal."

"It's a good feeling." Player B swallowed.

This is irresistible.

"Whether he can eat beef or not requires my consent." The housekeeping robot stuck its head over and interjected into the words of the two.

The male college student was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled: "Yes, yes, this is subject to your consent."

The housekeeping robot wanted to say something, but it got stuck and stopped talking.

Player B noticed this, and his heart moved.

He thought about it carefully, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, as long as I eat beef, I will go to contact with that alien."

"Great, we'll make arrangements right away." The male college student said, and got up to say goodbye to him.

Player B sent the other party out of the house, and looked back at the housekeeping robot: "Hmph, let's be honest, I am a college classmate, did you find me? You robots are really omnipotent."

"What are you talking about? Master, I can't understand anything." The housekeeping robot brought out a plate of incomplete ham from the kitchen. "This is the dog's leftover breakfast. I'll eat it for you."

"Hmph, a gentleman doesn't eat what he gets!" Player B said while pounced on him, fiercer than a dog.

three days later.

Player B comes to a huge outdoor antenna.

There is also an even larger astronomical telescope nearby.

With the help of his college male classmates, and with the help of astronomical telescopes, he saw a flickering silver-white flying object slowly flying towards the earth.

"This must be an illusion, absolutely an illusion." He said this, not believing at all that this could be true.

However, in the field of vision in the telescope, under the dark background, the silver-white flying object is indeed shining.

"Isn't it a satellite?" He wondered.

"No, we are very clear about the trajectory of the satellite, which is completely different from this." An astronomer next to him said.

Player B nodded first, then frowned suddenly.

Because he thought, this scene is like a big alien invasion of the tribe.

In the beginning, a few people discovered the danger, and then they gathered to fight against the aliens, and then the incompetent management made a fuss, and finally these people sacrificed to solve the aliens.

Player B continued: "Okay, how do I talk to them?"

"Speak directly through this intercom, and we will use the antenna to transmit the signal. Since they can come to the earth, it means that they have enough ability to translate our language." The astronomer said, putting a black intercom Hand it over to Player B.

"Then what am I going to say?"

"Just say it, it reflects the kindness and friendliness of human beings, and our true nature of being willing to coexist with interstellar civilization."

"Okay," Player B coughed twice into the communicator, and then said, "Hello, are you aliens? I am an ordinary earthling, I can only eat grass to survive every day, I don't know how you are doing Sample?"

His male college classmate looked at the astronomer, and neither of them said a word.

"No feedback?" Player B wondered.

"The other party is very far away from us, at least a few minutes of transmission time." The astronomer explained.

Five minutes later, a voice came from the intercom.

"Hello, we are Interstellar Merchant Travellers. We passed by here occasionally. I didn't expect there to be a local civilization here. What goods do you have for sale? Please attach a list within 3 local sidereal days, otherwise, we will leave."

Star Merchant?

When the astronomer heard it, he wept with joy: "Great, great, finally D is right, it's not a dark forest! It's not a hunter with a gun, it's not a killing field."

Uh, co-author, what the hell were you betting on just now?

Player B has nothing to say.

But he didn't care too much.

Life is mixed to the point of eating grass, how much difference is there between early death and late death?

"Tell them quickly, what goods do they need?" said the astronomer.

Player B repeats.

"We will buy any commodity you produce, such as food, handicrafts, industrial products, raw materials, literary works... Of course, the premise is that those things must be able to sell in your own market." After a while, the opposite party came again There is a sound.

Player B was a little confused, and then suddenly realized that the other party meant to say, don't use messy garbage to make up the number.

For example, picking up a stone from the ground is said to be a fossil left over from ancient times.

What you don't recognize in your own market, others don't recognize either.

"Ask him, what do they sell?" the male college student reminded.

Player B repeats again.

"We sell various health and hygiene services, such as longevity transformation services, which can change your genes and telomeres, allowing your cells to permanently maintain a balance of division and death. At your stage of civilization, this should be the greatest need. "

Can live forever?

Player B's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't it?

No matter how good other products are, they cannot be compared with this one.