This Game is Too Real

  All the design ideas of Shelter 100 are to serve the reconstruction of the surface. For this reason, an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night are designed for the whole shelter, and most of the residents live in the residential area of ​​the tube structure.

   Now this place has become a nest of ghost-faced insects.

   Fortunately, these bugs did not form a hive-like society, and were not commanded by a unified hive consciousness.

   Otherwise, the players of the alliance would probably be "cracked" by tens of thousands of ghost-faced worms the first time they entered the refuge.

   No immediate deployment to Vault 100.

The darkest thing I did was to reorganize the 100 reinforcements that the spring brought from the surface, let Kakarot lead 60 people to set up light machine guns on the edge of the patio, and bring 20 strength and physique with me. Brothers from the department put on the K-10 "iron wall" exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.

  Bell, who was riding a quadruped robot, followed him all the time, watching everyone throw the cable towards the elevator shaft, and stepped into the elevator shaft with one leg first.

  I was startled by its sudden movement, but soon found that it didn't fall in, but was firmly on the wall.

  The soles of the four legs seem to be coated with some kind of special absorbent material, which can climb straight up and down in an almost vertical elevator shaft.

   "There is something about your mount."

  Looking at this gadget in amazement, I stretched out my right hand toward it the darkest, trying to see if it could hook itself.

   As a result, the bell seemed to have eyes behind it, and with just a slight shake of its body, it easily avoided the outstretched right hand.

   "Don't try, I can't carry you, you'd better pay attention to your feet, the more you go down, the more cute things will be."

  I subconsciously turned on the flashlight. Fortunately, there was no ghost-faced insect on the vertical wall of the well.

  Heaved a sigh of relief, he gave the guy riding on the back of the spider robot a hard look, and while he was alert to the danger in the dark, he dragged the rope and slid down the elevator shaft.

   Finally reached the B40 floor.

  I reached out and knocked **** the door twice. The closed alloy door soon made a creaking sound of metal friction, and was slowly opened to both sides under the remote control of a certain manager.

  The moment the door was opened, the sound of wings vibrating came immediately.

   "嘤嘤咻-" "Day!"

  I was so frightened that I shuddered. While kicking my legs and swinging back, I grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and fired suddenly.

   Dozens of ghost-faced worms died instantly, but it was inevitable that a few fish that slipped through the net rushed into the elevator shaft.

  In order to avoid bouncing bullets and injuring their own people, several players who followed my darkest and descended together immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the ghost-faced insects that rushed nearby.

   One thing to say is that the aggressiveness of this bug is indeed not ordinary, and the puncture needles on the abdomen are the same as nail guns.

  However, when it comes to the "turtle shell-level" defense of the K-10 "iron wall" exoskeleton, the needles made of chitin are still a little bit interesting.

   "This thing is actually not as difficult to deal with as imagined, it's just a little disgusting."

   After removing the bug that was lying on the helmet and shaking the thorns like Teddy, a certain strength animal knocked it against the wall with a look of disgust,...

   smashed into a pool of dark green slurry.

  The other player who followed beside him wiped the slime off the dagger, and laughed and teased.

   "No, our captain's san value is almost gone."

"Hahaha."

   "Shut up and do your work."

  I rolled my eyes most black, swung my right fist forward, and led the nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door one after another.

   In the corridors, the shells and dark metabolites of bugs can be seen everywhere.

   In addition to this, there are scattered documents, tables, chairs and cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as a cover, and some torn and fragmented clothes.

  I draw a gesture of moving forward, and then reach out on the helmet

   Pressed up.

   "Leave the warehouse on the B40 floor to our brother Chao, and you will continue to go down with the others to recover the materials on the B51 floor.

  The voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.

"receive!

  The team of twenty people was divided into two groups. The ten people who were still in the elevator shaft followed Ten Fist Superman to continue exploring downwards, and I, the darkest, continued to move forward with the ten people behind me.

   Their target is the black box located in the warehouse area on the B40 floor.

   The bell riding on the quadruped robot thought for a while, then climbed into the corridor on the B40 floor, and followed them on the ceiling above everyone's heads.

  I ignored it the darkest, and shot and killed the ghost-faced insects that spread their wings and tried to pounce on them from time to time, while carefully checking every corner of the corridor.

   Several lights here are broken.

  The light in the entire corridor flickers on and off, just like the scene of a ghost movie.

   What is a headache is that since the corridor of the main road is almost blocked by bunkers and remains of arthropods, they can only bypass the suspected residential area.

   After stepping over an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed the teddy bear lying on the side wall. The teddy bear was broken in two.

  The stuffing inside has disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes left on the ground, its owner was probably beaten into a sieve together with it, and the remains became the nourishment for bugs soon after.

   The player behind him clicked his tongue.

   "The fighting here is pretty intense.

   Several other players also muttered quietly.

   "Is it to compete for the black box?"

   "It's not like. I don't think it's like the darkest.

  If it was to fight for the black box, there was no need to expand the firefighting area to a distance of 200 meters from the warehouse entrance, and there was no need to sweep every room one by one.

   This doesn't seem like a fight for anything at all. On the contrary, it seems to be to "clean up" something.

  Looking at the open door panels one by one, I suddenly thought of something, and looked at the "tour guide" hanging on the ceiling and said.

   "Speaking of which, why did you design the shelter as a hollow well in the middle? Wouldn't it save more space to make it a solid structure?

   Said slowly following the bell above everyone's heads.

"Vault 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. From the day it was designed, it has already decided its fate to be swept into the garbage dump. Just like a chicken will peck its eggshell eventually, if

  If it doesn't do this, it will never see the real sun. "

  I'm the darkest: "Does this have any connection?"…

  The bell let out a sharp laugh.

"Of course there is. The huge patio structure is prepared for the day when it falls. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, "Tree" will actively blow up the dome and let the upper structure fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure, forming an upward opening. "

   "In this way, this refuge will become a natural foundry well, eating up the garbage on top of our heads.

  Listening to this amazing design concept, I couldn't help being stunned.

   "Foundry Well?"

   There was a hint of pride in the sound of the bell.

"That's right, the well that casts everything, this is a vertical production base. In the envisioned plan, raw materials flow from the well head to the bottom of the well like a waterfall, and become what we need at the moment of landing, and then sent by the elevator To the surface. And in the final stage of the plan we will use it to make a starship whose size almost matches the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up with the footsteps of Reach and colonize more distant worlds."

  I looked up at it with the darkest dumbfounded.

   "You have even planned this kind of thing." Ling Ding said in a tone with a hint of ridicule.

   "Of course, after all, "Tree" is omnipotent, it can formulate plans for a thousand years later, but it's a pity that most people can't keep up with its rhythm.

  I am the darkest:

  A player complained in disbelief

   "I thought it was only nuclear engineers who lived here." Bell laughed.

   "Nuclear engineers? Ah. Of course there are, but what kind of fusion reactor needs 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life here, and he CA

   offspring. "

   I asked most subconsciously.

   "Where are they?

  For some reason, Ling Dang suddenly closed his mouth. Although he soon reopened the chatterbox, he casually changed the topic to other things.

  I always feel that there is something wrong with this guy, but the control of the shelter has been transferred, so he is not worried about this guy

  At this moment, the intermittent voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.

   "The VM in the manager's office has been recycled. Damn, there must be at least a few hundred bugs here. How long are you guys still with?"

  I took a dark look at the map on the VM, and the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.

   According to the monitoring screen provided by the manager, there are about thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.

   "We're almost there."

  Ten Punch Man: "Do you need help?" I took a darkest look around.

   "No, the only trouble that those little bugs can't hurt us is that the terrain here is too complicated, and those obstacles are more troublesome than bugs."

  Superman of the Ten Fists: "Okay, be careful yourself. We have copied the data in the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, there is still some time. We are going to go to the B100 floor to see the branch."

  The control of the shelter has been taken by the manager before they stepped here, and this is why they can maintain communication with the outside world in the shelter.

  As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the server in the shelter, all information including the administrator's log can be synchronized to the outside.

   But what confuses me the most is the management of Vault 100...

  The person is obviously not a human being, so why is there such a thing as a VM (Vital Signs Monitor).

  And the most suspicious thing is that even the manager himself is an AI living in the server, but its logs are not stored in the server of the shelter, but are stored in an offline mobile storage device.

too weird.

   But in any case, getting the black box is the most important thing.

   "Received, B100 floor will be handed over to you, and you should be careful." After saying something casually, I hung up the communication in the darkest way, and looked at the teammates behind me.

   "Brother Chao has already done it, we have to speed up!"

   Everyone replied energetically.

"receive!"

  More than a hundred small players of the Storm Corps are still digging graves in the ruins of shelter No. 100 underground in the Fourth New Area.

  At this moment, Chu Guang, who was watching the screen from far away in Camp No. 101, has obtained the logs recovered from the manager's office by his little players through Xiaoqi.

Unlike the managers' logs recovered from other shelters, the logs of Vault 100 are more like the "last words" attached to the TV box than personal colorful "last words", and no one will read them carefully at all. instruction booklet.

  The beginning of the log briefly explained the functions of No. 100 Vault, including the management authority held by "Tree", including the resources enjoyed by No. 100 Vault and the obligations that need to be undertaken, as well as the rules that all residents need to abide by, etc.

  Chu Guang briefly glanced at the cumbersome content, extracted some key points from it, and roughly understood the "rules of the game" of No. 100 shelter.

   To put it simply, if this refuge is compared to a prison, then "tree" is the warden of this prison, and "supervisor" is the prison guard of this prison.

  The former is responsible for management, while the latter is responsible for execution.

  The number of the latter is mainly determined by the number of residents in the refuge. Except for the initial 300 supervisors, every additional 100 residents will automatically generate a supervisor quota.

   Vault 100's goal is clear, to implement the wasteland reconstruction plan after sixty-three years of closure.

   While it is true that sheltering survivors should a nuclear strike be detected as part of the plan, the shelter does not include an obligation to save anyone.

   It is for this reason that Vault 100 is almost the exact opposite of the "overloaded" Vault 117.

  "Tree" did not hesitate to implement the established "asylum procedure". After completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, the "Supervisor" expelled all the residents who did not have a number outside the gate.

  From the warehouse system, we can retrieve the most recent inventory retrieval records on the day the shelter was closed. Obviously, the process of exile was not peaceful.

   But it was not a peaceful era at all, and it was meaningless to discuss this in itself.

The 30,000 residents spent three anxious days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in a nuclear war. It will take at least sixty-three years for the outside world to become habitable again.

  When Chu Guang saw this, he had a little doubt.

  Because this is different from what he learned from Yule's memory and the logs of other shelter managers. …

  The war did not last only three days, but three full years. Until the end of the three-year war and the establishment of the post-war reconstruction committee

  At present, the world has not really become a wasteland, and the organizations and institutions of the People's Federation are still doing their best to operate.

   But soon, his confusion was answered. This is also part of the "tree" decision.

  A supervisor with a biological information number registered as "Craig" left three lines of comments next to this piece of information.

  【This is the most wise decision, the great tree only used three sentences to convince the restless residents. At its will, we showed the residents evidence of the end of the world, showing them the hellish scene of a nuclear-struck Clear Springs city. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic fantasies and accepted the fact that there were unpalatable biscuits, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and no more android minions to wait on them. 】

  【The only thing that confuses me is how hard the crackers and freeze-dried vegetables are, what exactly did they eat before? It's a pity that "Tree" deleted all the video materials about the old era. I only heard a few words about the prosperous era from my grandfather, and both he and I firmly believe that that era can no longer go back. 】

  【In order to continue on this road full of thorns, we can only believe sincerely. 】

   "Craig."

  Chu Guang recited the name softly, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Xiao Qi, help me get this person's information."

"okay!"

  Xiao Qi, who was sitting on her shoulders, responded vigorously, and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on one side of the holographic screen.

  Chu Guang looked directly at the column of the entry time in the file. According to the records in the archives, he was awarded the position of "Supervisor" in Wasteland Era 53, when he was only 24 years old.

   What's interesting is that this time point happened to be the second year after the water from Xizhou Lake poured into the tunnel, and the climate on the wasteland had already recovered.

  Su's signs, and there are only seven years left before the shelter is lifted.

  The days are slowly getting better.

   There are new supervisors on duty, indicating that the number of residents in the shelter is also increasing, and the environment here should not be particularly bad.

Out of curiosity about the past of this refuge, Chu Guang shifted his attention from the report of "Tree" to the supervisor named "Craig", and asked Xiao Qi to help with these things added later, They were sorted out in chronological order and compared with the contents of the manager's log.

   Soon he discovered that Craig's supervision provided him with a completely different perspective than the straightforward records left by "Tree".

  【. The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical figure, especially

  It is the residents of the Prosperous Era who have more material needs than we can imagine at the moment. The Great Tree can take care of their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign each of them a separate health assistant. We can only lower their expectations for the future, and then let them slowly adapt to the new life. 】

【So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used those exiled people to warn the lucky ones who stayed behind. Vault 100 has no obligation to take anyone in. It belongs to everyone who suffers, but not Anyone. If you don't want to struggle as hard as those poor people curled up in the garbage dumps in the subway station, you must obey the orders of the "tree" unconditionally, and obey our orders unconditionally. 】…

[In the first 50 years, we have made great achievements. The correctness of the great tree and our piety have withstood the test of time. The "Crackling" we created can recover almost all metabolites completely. "Robots and "turtle-style" engineering armor can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, replacing those engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter for difficult construction, and this is something that the Great Tree has never expected. 】

  【It turns out that our creativity is enough to make the

  AI's jaw dropped in shock! If it had a chin. 】

  【Please don’t laugh out loud, I’m talking about this matter seriously. You who were born with hundreds of colonized planets must not understand the embarrassment of expensive and scarce resources. It’s as if tens of thousands of people are crowded into an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone’s food and drink, at least so that the living standards of most people will not drop too quickly. And even in such a desperate situation, we still created a series of incredible technological achievements. 】

  【To this day, I still remember how joyful I was on the day I became a supervisor. This kind of joy is like a child growing up overnight and becoming the omnipotent hero in the stories he has read since childhood. Soon, like my parents, I will lead those smart and capable residents to create more, greater and more incredible miracles. 】

[However, there always seems to be discrepancies between reality and ideals. Those smart residents think they are more intelligent than "trees". They don't respect us as supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us "trees" Humans,” saying that we don’t resemble humans at all except that we look like humans. 】

  【Actually, thinking about it carefully, maybe since then, I should have noticed where the real problem is. In fact, we drew a clear line with them early on, since a long time ago we and those "worker ants" were not the same kind of people at all. 】

  【This refuge is like a prison. The sentence for those worker ants is sixty-three years, but our sentence is forever. The status of supervisor is bestowed on us by the shelter, we do the most dirty work, and enjoy some special treatment. However, once this refuge fulfills its mission and collapses at the end like it was designed, everything will disappear in smoke]

  【At that time, those worker ants will not punish an AI, and all of us will be liquidated by them. After all, the record of our initial exile of those survivors cannot be erased no matter what. It is something that even the managers cannot modify. 】

  【So you can imagine that when the time limit of sixty-three years

   is getting closer, how much anxiety is in our hearts. And when the water of Xizhou Lake overflowed into the subway station and flooded to the edge of the gate, what joy we felt in our hearts. We have perfected this refuge so that it can exist forever, and it will be more perfect in the future. We only need to use the bug that "tree" has never imagined, and let it determine that the time to open the door of the refuge needs to be later. Take a ride. 】

[In fact, we have succeeded by extending the period of sixty-three years to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape, we will try to extend this time as much as possible. It is best to turn this number into forever. But at that time, we didn't expect that the obedient worker ants would react so strongly, and even planted poisonous needles under the belly of the cute "Kobang", and changed the "weeter-style" pincers into shields and blades . 】…

  【An absurd farce broke out, and no one expected it, but if you think about it carefully, we might be the most absurd one. we are done

  Too busy dealing with the daily crisis of managing the shelter, completely forgetting what the purpose of this shelter is. 】

  【As you can see standing in the museum, we are kept in this cage forever. 】

  【I can’t go out anymore. 】

  【—Craig, it’s a pity that I didn’t get to meet the poor man in the new world, the last prison guard in prison No. 100, and the last treant who survived. 】

   After reading the notes left by Craig to the end, Chu Guang couldn't help being dumbfounded for a moment.

  He didn't think there was anything pitiful about this guy, but such an ending was indeed absurd enough for this refuge.

   At this moment, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly let out a light sigh.

".strangeness."

   Lifting his head from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.

"what happened again?"

  This shelter always has some malfunctions from time to time, this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.

   Only this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.

"The fault shows that the communication module is overloaded, and the data we transmitted triggered a certain threshold, and the connection between Vault 100 and the outside world was cut off protectively. But this is very strange, the amount of data we use is not very large, unless someone deliberately puts that The threshold is set very low."

  The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, let alone radiate tiny electromagnetic waves.

  The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to the outside radio station, and must exchange information with the outside world through a dedicated channel. It doesn't matter whether the door is closed or not.

   In other words, once this channel is blocked, the entire refuge will become a black hole of information within a certain period of time.

   Simply put, their signal seems to have been artificially cut off.

  Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.

   Good guy. Here we go again!