Not Super Robot Wars at All

During the lunch break, Ed was lying on the big sofa in the office with his eyes closed.

Too much happened last week, which made him mentally exhausted. It may be that his performance was a little abnormal, C.C. was particularly silent on weekends, but it also happened to give himself a good rest.

Asuka’s business was done over the weekend, and the unit was sold for a favor. After all, he was really the chief of this class. But in general it is worthwhile, not to mention how much value such potential stocks can bring in the future. Just letting one's thoughts come to mind is far from being measured by the exchange of benefits. And the hukou problem that I really wanted was also solved. There was a "big guy above" greeted, and it took less than an hour for the civil servants to turn the Asuka brothers and sisters into lunar people.

Now I can finally return to the original rhythm and concentrate on my work.

Last week, the testing department worked overtime to complete the Zeta skeleton model and is undergoing functional testing. If there are no major problems with the design, performance testing can begin next week. Although it is his own work, to be honest, Ed doesn't like Zeta very much, for no other reason, the maintenance is too complicated. Of course, the bureaucrats and generals who raised the demand did not understand the technology, so they made up for the sand table brain: Fuck, isn't it invincible that the Gundam becomes an airplane? I don't care, I'm going to change to a plane.

Of course, Ed has no opinion on their needs. After all, his job is to solve problems, not to mention the successful design of this deformable skeleton has brought him a lot of sense of accomplishment. As for the subsequent after-sales service and spare parts replacement, the prices are clearly marked. As long as the customer is willing to pay, everything is easy to say.

In terms of Ed's aesthetics, a highly extensible universal interface and various plug-ins with different functions are the ideal structure in his mind, which is why he chose Yinlei. Having said that, Yinlei has no room for improvement at the moment, is it possible to consider doing something new? It’s best to be an external component type, but there is no need to make a silver thunder as big as it can be biased towards mobility, um...

The thinking time always flies quickly. In the afternoon, Ed suddenly remembered that today is the day when he really came for an interview. Although it was the back door that he opened, he still had to go through the process that should be followed, and no one could gossip, not to mention that he wanted to see the real level. After finding out where he really was, he went straight to the interview site. The big screen in the room shows a special-built Jim doing various difficult tactical moves in the universe.

"Good director!" The colleague in charge of the interview was a man in his early thirties, and he hurriedly greeted him when he saw himself here.

"Yeah." But it was embarrassing. Ed didn't remember the other person's name, so he could only pretend to nodded calmly in response, "What's the situation with a new application for a test driver today?"

"The written test results are very good, and the actual test is underway." Responsible for either flipping through the electronic screen on the hand and reporting, "Twenty gravity maneuvers are all completed, and the other twenty gravity-free maneuvers have been halfway. It seems that it is still With extra energy, it is possible to complete it all in this way."

"After the maneuver is finished, it is the final simulation battle." Edd turned his head and looked at the list on the electronic screen, "Let me practice."

"Director, do you personally go there?" Responsible for the unbelievable expression on any face.

"It's been a long time since I flew." Ed smiled at the starry sky on the display, "Itchy hands."

…

In the vacuum, two special-built Jimes painted in red and blue were floating quietly from a safe distance. The long-lost gravity-free environment made Ed in Zhou Tian's cockpit a little excited. After overcoming the slight panic of human instinct about weightlessness, the sense of freedom and relief brought by this zero gravity will give people the illusion that they can do whatever they want.

"It's a pity that Alice is not here, otherwise you can put some background music." Ed browsed Jim's local hard drive, "This Jim really doesn't have a music player installed, I shouldn't expect it."

"Mr. Asuka, the last test is a real-machine simulation battle. The test time is two minutes. Your opponent is the red special-dressed Jim on the opposite side." A young female voice resounded on the public channel, probably from the human resources department. "The use of weapons is limited to one beam rifle and one beam saber, both for low-power training, and cannot break through the body armor. When the system detects theoretical damage, it will stop the corresponding function. The weapon battery cannot be replaced. Please both pilots Check the weapon power and battery condition, and the test will begin three minutes later."

Ed used the last time to do the body self-inspection carefully. After all, he was careful to make the Wannian boat, and the old driver also had the time to overturn the car. Usually this kind of thing is done by Alice silently, now without Alice, everything can only be done by herself.

Although the actual combat simulation has a physical shield, the time is only two minutes, and the pilot can't hold the shield slowly. It is a rule that fully tests the pilot's maneuverability of the body. This is also a quality required for a good test pilot.

"Count down five seconds, three, two, one, start."

The blue Jim on the opposite side took the lead in a textbook-like exploratory shooting. Ed evaded and fired back cautiously. The battery of the rifle was low, and ammunition could not be wasted when he could not decide the main attack method. Blue Jim skillfully used Ed's evasive space to gradually approach this side, and the distance between the two sides narrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Do you want to make a quick decision or be more confident in hand-to-hand combat? Ed also wanted to try the opposite Jinliang, but didn't move the distance.

The distance between the two sides gradually narrowed to less than 300 meters. Blue Jim decisively dropped the beam rifle and replaced it with a saber.

"Don't throw away the weapons, it's very troublesome for the staff to recycle." At the moment when the other party topped the shield, Ed determined the other party's intention, steadily opened the rifle and put it in place, and pulled out the beam saber to start. accelerate.

His own acceleration in advance prevented the opponent from gaining the expected speed advantage. The impact of the collision between the beam saber and the body came as expected, and the reaction force was honestly reflected on Ed through the body's shock absorption module. Blue Jim quickly adjusted his posture and controlled the angle of the ejector to launch a continuous attack.

Sure enough, the opponent is very confident in hand-to-hand combat, and Eddy has not found any flaws in several fights. The opponent, like himself, is very aware of the defect that the special-equipped Jim's turn time is as long as 1.5 seconds. Every time he takes a shot and retreats, he fine-tunes the position of the body along the arc trajectory. The training shield quickly ran out of durability and was thrown aside by both sides.

Ed glanced at the countdown, less than a minute was left. There is no obvious gap between the level of hand-to-hand combat between himself and the other party. More precisely, the performance of the body limits the gap between the two sides. Unsurprisingly, this competition will end in a tie, although it is not impossible, but I still want to save face, right? Ed, who is determined in his mind, controls the spout of the body, and uses the position change of the two sides to guide the other side to move to the battlefield.

In order to prevent the other party from realizing his intentions, he patiently fine-tuned the coordinates of both parties, and time passed by. With twelve seconds remaining, something behind Blue Jim entered the field of vision. Ed suddenly increased the output of the propeller and accelerated straight, and the opponent also shifted away as expected. At the moment when he intersects with the blue Jim's body, Ed starts to slow down and turn around. The inertial and centrifugal force acting at the same time makes people feel a little uncomfortable even after shock absorption. After 1.5 seconds, Ed steadily picked up the beam rifle floating in front of him, and aimed at the position of the blue Jim's cockpit that was turning less than a hundred meters in front of him.

It's now, biu—

"The test is over." There was another voice on the public channel, "The blue Jim cockpit was hit directly and lost combat ability. Please return to the flight by both pilots."

Ed happily parked Jim back to Ganaku, left the cockpit and floated in the direction of the gravity zone, really slowly following behind, looking listless. In the locker room, Ed took off his helmet—

"Huh?" Really rubbed his eyes, "Mr. Adrian?"

"Good performance." Ed patted him on the shoulder, "It's not worth it, I dug you over, I didn't shame me."

"Ah, thank you Mr. Adrian." I am embarrassed, "but I didn't know that Mr. Adrian was still such a good driver."

"There are many things you don't know, so learn more slowly in the future." Ed smiled, "According to your performance today, there may be something fun for you later."

…

At the same moment, the Gnaku who parked the silver thunder.

C.C. fumbled outside the cockpit of Heathersley, trying to find a way to open the cockpit manually. Although this is Ed's site, C.C. is obviously granted all the permissions, but she has never been interested in Ed's big toys and has hardly been there.

But it's different now.

"It's really hidden." C.C. finally found the manual switch of the cockpit, and the door slowly opened. Stepping into the cockpit, the surrounding electronic light screens lit up for an instant, and each screen showed a big red cross, clearly telling the visitor that the system was locked.

"Facial recognition does not match, please tell me the power-on password." The cold electronic synthesis sound played.

Automatic recognition plus power-on password is indeed his style. But I don’t know the password, just guess it first: "C.C.."

"wrong password."

"Hey." C.C. made a very obvious slap. She was obviously the only one, but the atmosphere became very embarrassing. She then guessed an option that she didn't want to be the correct answer, "Lax Klein."

"The password is wrong. The password is entered incorrectly. Enter the password retrieval program, please answer the retrieval question." C.C. breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it was wrong, "What is the name of Peppa Pig's brother."

C.C. didn't know the answer, and didn't even have the desire to take out her mobile phone to search the Internet, because she knew it must be "knowledge that only he knew." Even if it is judged from the subject matter, it can be inferred. This question is full of nasty interest even for people who understand it. How empty is that person to prepare this kind of thing in such a place that is almost never discovered by anyone. what.

And C.C. is almost certain that what he prepared is by no means a question, but a question bank: "I don't know, ask for another question."

"Question change. Who is the best friend of Tintin, Disy and Lara?"

She knew that there was a **** during the One Year War, but it was definitely not the question: "I don't know, please change the question."

"Question change. May I ask what can answer all the questions of SpongeBob SquarePants and Pai Daxing."

"No—" Wait! These two names seem to have been heard before, and the answer is, "Miracle Conch?"

"The answer is correct. Congratulations on obtaining the right to operate the music player." With a beep, only one of the countless panels around was unlocked, and C.C. looked at it and it turned out to be a music player. Being fooled, it makes no sense to retrieve the password. This person is simply...! But so that the startup of the system is not controlled by a password at all, then her guess is very likely to be correct.

"Artificial Intelligence Alice, are you there!" C.C. shouted into the air, "We need to talk."

"..."

"I'm C.C., Adrian Lingoes's cohabitant. We need to talk about his mental state."

"...Hello, Miss C.C.."