This Game is Too Real

  Refuge No. 100, Floor B40.

  The team led by my darkest finally passed through the mountains of obstacles and metabolites, and arrived at the dust-free warehouse where the black boxes were stored.

  Looking at the mission coordinates on the map that were close at hand, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.

  The straight-line distance is less than 200 meters, which is longer than a one-kilometer off-road, especially those bugs that suddenly come out of the shadows are still challenging their SAN value from time to time.

   "I'm going to open the door.

  I was the darkest leaning against the side of the warehouse door. I made a gesture with my teammates leaning on the other side, and then punched the mechanical button that manually opened the movable door.

  Accompanied by the sound of air leaking, dry air is blown out from the door, blowing away the dust sticking to the crack of the door.

  Several gun barrels quickly entered the door, and the light of the flashlight quickly scanned every corner of the dark room. While confirming that there was no threat, a trace of surprise floated on my darkest face.

  He originally thought that there would be strict protection here, and he was even prepared for a hard fight, but the actual situation was completely opposite to what he imagined.

   Bell, who followed everyone behind, teased unceremoniously.

   "Positive pressure sealing is the basic configuration of a clean room. I thought you should know when you see the wind blowing out. It is impossible for unclean dirt to get in here."

   After finishing speaking, it crawled into the house on its own, operated the spider robot to stretch out a leg, and pressed a switch on the inside of the wall.

  White lights illuminate the entire dark room.

  I turned off the tactical flashlight in the darkest embarrassment, and pressed the muzzle of the gun in my hand.

Strange

  Where did the inexplicable feeling of uneasiness come from?

  However, the weird feeling in his heart didn't last long, and was replaced by the ensuing surprise almost instantly.

  In the wide warehouse, on the side near the freight elevator, there are boxy black boxes of various sizes standing impressively.

  Seeing those black boxes, the eyes of the players who followed me the darkest instantly flashed green, and they all let out cries of surprise.

   "Fuck! One two three twenty nine!?" "Awesome!"

  Although the current version of the black box does not support players’ private possession, every time a new black box is recycled, all players on the entire server will benefit from it.

  All the novelties produced by the black box can be purchased with silver coins, and the things that can be purchased will become cheaper or lower the purchase threshold because of the newly unlocked black box.

  Even if these impacts on the overall strength of the alliance are not discussed, individual players will also receive rich silver coins and contribution point rewards for recycling the black boxes.

  The only uncertainty now is how many of these black boxes are usable.

  The peak population of Shelter No. 100 reached over 80,000, and the consumption of supplies was no less than that of ordinary settlements.

  The dust-free working environment and professionally trained operators can prolong the life of the black box, but the life of any black box is not permanent.

  I'm the darkest and now I just pray that these treasures of pre-war civilization will not be ruined by the residents of Vault 100.

   Otherwise they wouldn't have to waste it! …

  Leaving five teammates guarding the door, I took the remaining four into the warehouse the darkest, and confirmed the function of the black box through the translator on the VM.

   Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t need a translator.

  The design concept of the black box itself assumes that the user is completely illiterate. Even a completely illiterate gorilla can make it play its due role according to the illustrations printed on the black box.

  After careful inspection, there are a total of 29 black boxes, and there are 22 left that can function normally.

   But what is surprising is that all the broken ones are the dome's luminous panel and the filter element of the ventilation system, which are worthless and can be replaced. Almost all the really valuable "big ones" are left.

   Among them, the most surprising thing for the players is undoubtedly

  Produce the black boxes of Type 5 "Light Cavalry" and Type 6 "Heavy Cavalry" exoskeletons!

   These two sets of police equipment are not only handsome in appearance, but also have excellent overall performance. Although they are not suitable for high-intensity battlefields, there is no problem!

  Weld a steel plate on the chest and it’s OK!

  Due to many advantages, these two sets of equipment have always been limited in quantity, and only a small amount is released every time the version is updated.

  Currently, only the Enlightenment faction in the entire wasteland has installed these two pre-war equipment on a large scale.

  I still remember the previous battle in the Great Desert. The alliance seized two hundred sets of "Five Styles" from the Enlightenment Society, which made the managers very happy.

   If these two black boxes are moved back, can’t the favorability of the faction boss go to the sky? !

   Let's see who dares to say that I have a bad face in the future!

  However, the most surprising thing is not just the black boxes that produce the "Type 5" and "Type 6" exoskeletons, but the two big guys that are placed closest to the freight elevator.

  One is a plasma engine that can produce 50 tons of high thrust, and the other is an aviation-grade metal hydrogen battery that can produce hydrogen storage up to 10 tons! I finally understood the functions of these two black boxes, and I muttered to myself most blackly.

   "Good guy! This time I have to open the eyes of Brother Mosquito's little ass!"

  Before, the alliance recovered the technology related to the "big plane" from the wreckage of the enterprise killer whale transport plane, but it has not fully understood it until now.

  Even after the alliance absorbed the engineers of the giant stone military industry, the technical generation gap among them was prohibitively large.

  Based on the production conditions of the Jushi military industry, the maximum thrust provided by a single plasma engine is only about five tons, which is at the same level as the helicopter propeller before the era of prosperity.

  As for the killer whale transport aircraft, which has a take-off weight of more than 100 tons, there is no need to think about it. Twenty plasma engines produced by Jushi Military Industry need to be connected in series!

  Now with these two black boxes, plus the electronic control system recovered from the killer whale transport plane, the Alliance can also build a large plasma aviation aircraft of its own!

   It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most lucrative grave-digging operation that the Alliance has gained from the relics of the pre-war era after Vault 79!

"These two black boxes have almost never been used. After all, such a powerful engine and battery are not used in the shelter, and there are not so many surplus materials. My master was optimistic that the future of opening this coffin in the future One would think of it as an antique collection, but it looks like...

  Son. You are not joking. Not only do you not have a hundred colonized planets, you have not even flown out of the atmosphere.

  Seeing my darkest expression of having never seen the world, the bell who walked to his side made a complaint slowly.

  But I didn't feel offended at all, but hehe

   laughed and taunted back.

   "What about you? You didn't even go out of the house." Bell let out a giggle.

   "That's hard to say."

  Seeing its weird smile, I couldn't help being slightly alert.

"What's the meaning."

   Didn't care about his alert expression, Bell said slowly in a storytelling tone.

   "Didn't you say that you saw Gabeng outside? It's the ghost-faced insects you mentioned, which means that they succeeded in the end. Hahaha, they are really a group of persevering people. No wonder my master admires them so much.

   Bell seems to be in a happy mood.

  If there is such a thing as emotion in this AI. I was the darkest but stunned.

   "What does success mean?"

"It's literally," Bell said with a smile in a relaxed tone, "Although they didn't open the door of the shelter, they still managed to leave this prison. It's a pity, but my master is dead, otherwise he will definitely be with you I laughed out loud too.

   Did not open the door to the shelter. But left from the shelter?

  I looked at the bell making a metal friction-like laughter with the darkest incomprehension.

  Is this shelter

  Any other outlets? "Can such a thing be done?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" Bell giggled, "They have lived in the shelter for more than fifty years! Most of them have been in the shelter since they were born! They are familiar with every light bulb here very

   As far as every screw, as long as a literate person can memorize the rules of the shelter, it is easier than breathing for them to find the loopholes in this shelter. "

  I am the darkest and can't help but dumbfounded.

  He originally thought that the defense of the shelter was absolute, but after thinking about it carefully, defense and destruction are relative concepts.

  How can there be something truly unbreakable in this world?

  Even if it is a wall that can defend against nuclear strikes, it will take ten thousand years to chisel it with an awl. What's more, people here have a sharper weapon than an awl-knowledge.

  Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and the hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.

   "You mean, don't those bugs"

   "If the window of the cell is not big enough, then amputate the arm, if amputation is not enough, then just send the head out. Ventilation system? What a "bright" idea. "

  The bell clicked his tongue twice, and he talked to himself, but the metal sound that was relaxed and happy a second ago now carried a hint of loneliness.

   Or sorry.

  Listening to its monologue, I finally understood everything.

  Why did this guy talk left and right when he asked it before, where did those people go?

   In order to escape this cage.

After equipping "Cracking" with weapons, they turned themselves into "Cracking", and through persistent efforts, they drilled a "crack" in the ventilation system of this shelter just enough for them to leave. ", finally successfully escaped from prison. …

  They left this Vault many years ago.

  The ghost-faced insects active outside the shelter are the most direct evidence.

  Although whether they can still be called them, it is hard to say how much of the souls of those residents they carry.

  At least none of the bugs I encountered outside looked like nuclear engineers or biologists.

  Thinking of the beehive tower in the courtyard made of molted carapaces, I squeezed out a sentence with the darkest difficulty.

   "So... the past conflict was won by the majority of the residents of the shelter?"

   "Win?" A little confused by this sentence, Bell turned round and gave him a sly look, "Do you think someone won?"

  I took a deep breath and changed the question.

   "What about the supervisors here? Where did they go?" Bell smiled and said lightly.

"Ah, they, except for my master, all the supervisors who survived the disaster returned to the embrace of the tree. I haven't seen them later, maybe they are still remembering the past on some circuit board, maybe they are with those bugs. The same has left here, who knows? I'm just a museum tour guide.

  I stared at it most darkly. "The embrace of a tree?"

   Bell said in a teasing tone.

"That's right, they think they are from the great tree, and they should be buried under the tree's roots. This may be a bit difficult for you to understand. In short, they uploaded their minds to the server of the shelter, gave up their physical bodies, Forever fused with this sanctuary."

   "However, my master doesn't think they succeeded. He thinks that they committed suicide collectively after leaving a memory, and he chose to end his life in a human way."

   Speaking of this, Ling Ding opened up the chatter box, telling everything that happened more than a hundred years ago.

  Because of the lack of resources and the unbalanced distribution, the conflict between the "tree man" and the "worker ants" has accumulated for a long time. Even though the living standards of both sides are continuously declining, the tree man is the sensor of distance "tree".

   part of the module, the speed of descent will still be slightly slower.

  The trigger of the crisis is the climate recovery event in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era.

In the fifth year after the disintegration of the War Construction Committee, signs of climate recovery gradually appeared in the wasteland. With the enthusiasm for rebuilding the wasteland and yearning for a better life, the residents of Vault 100 re-emerged the thoughts of the Prosperous Era , while preparing for returning to the surface, an autonomous industrial committee of workers and engineers was formed, intending to say goodbye to the past after returning to the surface, stuffing everything in Vault 100 into a coffin and burying it in the soil.

  However, the sixty-three-year deadline has not yet arrived, and the behavior of the worker ants made the tree people feel panic.

  They have been carefully pruning the branches and leaves of this great tree all their lives, fulfilling their duties as defenders of order, and blocking the "ant nests" that the worker ants drilled on the trunk.

Even if the fate of the tree's final collapse was set from the beginning, it will end the mission of the sanctuary after fulfilling its duty of protection, and become a casting well to continue to contribute to the rebirth of human civilization. However, the tree people do not want to Their mission also collapsed along with the big tree. …

  They tried to solicit the opinions of the worker ants, hoping to keep the tree for the sake of working so hard for so many years.

  It's not difficult. Any artificially designed rules have loopholes. As long as you look patiently, you will be able to find them.

   One condition needs to be met to activate the self-destruct procedure of the dome

   That is, the daily average number of detectable residents in the shelter remains below 5,000 for 180 consecutive days, or remains below 3,000 within 24 hours.

Only under such circumstances, the Great Tree will determine that the residents of Vault 100 no longer need to rely on its guidance, they have the ability to live beyond their own sensors, and it will use the remaining resources to send their children our last leg.

   However, they can also take advantage of this in turn.

   As long as the worker ants stay with them, make sure at least 5,000 live in Vault 100, make Vault 100 think its kids still need it so it won't leave them.

  However, this commanding request was mercilessly rejected by the happy worker ants.

  Almost all self-government committees refused to communicate with the tree people on this matter.

   This is a matter of course.

  The worker ants have endured the cold and ruthless orders of the tree for too long. Even if they know in their hearts that it is necessary for survival, they have no reason to keep it after everything is no longer needed.

   Let it die with this shelter.

  Becoming a foundry well was originally part of its destiny.

  The shelter should not be the end of human civilization. The ultimate fate of any shelter is to be demolished and used as raw materials for reconstruction.

  As for the Treants, if you are so reluctant to bear it, then go down with it.

Perhaps it was the tough attitude of the worker ants that made the tree people feel the threat of liquidation. The tree people interfered with the organizations formed spontaneously by the worker ants, including not limited to cutting off water and electricity, cutting off supplies, and doing their best to give these organizations as much as the rules allow. activities create trouble.

  Although the conflict between the two sides has intensified, they have been restrained so far.

   What really ignited the fuse was an incident outside the shelter.

   In the 52nd year of the Wasteland Era, the climate recovery lasted for two years.

  The ice seal loosened earlier than the door of Vault 100.

  The melting snow and the spreading lake flooded into the deserted urban area of ​​Xizhou City, and even poured into the underground traffic tunnel.

The worker ants proud of the spring breeze showed a little panic. Although the recovery of the climate is a happy thing, if the ice caps and snow on the surface continue to melt, their refuge may not be able to wait until 60 years of the Wasteland Era. Soak in water.

  Some people think that the door should be opened immediately, let at least some people go out, and reinforce the area where backwatering may occur.

   However, it is useless for the residents of the shelter to only hope to do so, and the tree people must

  Convey this appeal to the manager of the shelter—that is, the AI ​​named Tree.

   Of course the tree people couldn't do this. Instead of causing them to panic, the lake water pouring into the tunnel made them overjoyed.

Even though some supervisors believed that they should cooperate with the residents to fill in the gap that anyone with a discerning eye could see, most supervisors still made a decision in line with their own ass—weakened the crisis that might flood the shelter into a crisis. Insignificant drizzle. …

As long as the "tree" is convinced that its designer has considered the possibility of Xizhou Lake water being poured into the tunnel, and there is no need to make any superfluous additions to the already perfect rules, then it will continue to implement the original rules according to the established rules. s plan.

   It can even take advantage of this in reverse, allowing the tree to misjudge that the speed of climate recovery exceeds expectations, thereby making wrong decisions based on wrong feedback factors, and continuing to extend the closure period.

  Thus sixty-three years became seventy years.

Although it has only been seven years, for the ninety-year-old first-generation residents, this will mean that their funeral will be held in the shelter, and perhaps they will never be able to see the huge gear-shaped gate The day it opened.

  And for youth shelter residents, the seven years

  Can mean that his youth will be spent in the vault, and the past years of life planning and preparations for rebuilding the wasteland will be in vain.

  The shelter of 80,000 people is still too small after all, and the space of shelter 100 is too crowded, any slight emotion may become explosives stuffed into the powder keg.

  The first riot happened soon and ended with the death of 879 ordinary residents and 37 overseers.

  The blood temporarily calmed everyone down.

   All the dead bodies are put into the nutrient recovery device, which becomes the fertilizer and nutrients of the ecological cycle.

  Although some shelter residents died naturally in the past, and their remains would be recycled by the shelter's ecological cycle system, this is undoubtedly the most.

  So that most people who didn't want to know are forced to know where their food comes from.

   Then there were rumors that the supervisor's body was not sent to the nutrient recovery unit, but was secretly cremated by their family members.

  No matter how much the tree people deny it, it has lost its meaning. Under the development that everyone can foresee, the conflict between tree people and worker ants is further intensified.

  In the 56th year of the Wasteland Era, the lake had almost flooded the gate of the refuge. Just when the tree people were planning to sink the refuge into the water forever, the second organized uprising broke out.

  The engineers of the Biological Research Station spent three years modifying the genes of the crumplings, and the staff of the farm released them through deliberately illegal operations, attracting the attention of the tree people. While the tree people were jumping up and down to wipe out the bugs, all the workshops in the entire refuge started an uprising almost at the same time.

  Because a lot of mechanical equipment and even biological weapons were invested in this battle, the aftereffects of this riot also exceeded everyone's expectations.

  A total of more than 77,000 people disappeared or died in the riots, and this also included 645 supervisors.

  In the end, there were only 111 surviving supervisors, and the owner of the bell—the supervisor named Craig was among them.

  The battle between the two sides is not limited to gun battles and scuffling with engineering equipment, but also includes a series of regular weapons.

  For example, during the battle, the tree man tried to use the power of the tree to release hypnotic gas into the densely populated residential area of ​​worker ants to suppress the riots.

   It's just that the worker ants responsible for overhauling the exhaust pipes saw through their plan in advance, and used a few milligrams of ozone to fool the air detection device in the residential area, passively activated the ventilation system in the shelter, and discharged the gas into the waste soil. …

Seeing that all hope is about to be lost, the worker ants also tried to use the power of the rules to transfer some residents to the cold storage where food is stored, trying to deceive the life detection device of the shelter, and reach the "24-hour shelter within 24 hours" without going out. The number of residents in the city is less than 3,000 people", the dome self-destruct condition,

   Lift off the roof of the shelter.

  However, their plan was soon noticed by the tree people.

  Seeing the detectable life signal in the shelter drop at an incredible speed, the treants crazily unplugged the power supply—taking advantage of a loophole they discovered long ago but didn’t fix, to actively overload the fusion reactor in the shelter.

   I'm afraid the designers of Vault 100 didn't expect that people will play so big after fifty years.

  However, thanks to this hole card, Vault 100 did not become a water reservoir in the 56th year of the Wasteland Era.

  However, it was precisely because they cut off the power supply that more than 50,000 residents who did not die in the battle eventually died in the cold storage.

  The number of surviving residents in the entire shelter is less than 3,000. It is impossible for the tree people to activate the reactor, which will cause the entire shelter to collapse within 24 hours.

   And those who survived have no way to reproduce quickly within 180 days

  5,000 people, even if they abandon ethics and common sense in order to survive, it will take ten months for a newborn to be born.

   Not to mention that the chemical battery is only enough to keep the ventilation system running, and the creak that has spread to the entire shelter is occupying their only survival resources.

  As Bell said, no one won this war, and it didn't even end at all.

  After suffering heavy casualties, the tree man had given up reconciliation with the worker ants, and the worker ants did not expect the tree man to sacrifice himself to fulfill them.

  The two sides moved in the area under their respective control, truce in complete silence, licking their wounds, and waiting for the other to lose its last breath.

   Until the 61st year of the Wasteland Era, the last sign of life conforming to human characteristics disappeared from the refuge, and this refuge completely became a world of "Crackling".

   And the last sign of life that disappeared was Craig. That is the owner of the bell.

"...My master entrusted me to bring this absurd memory to you who have entered the interstellar era. Everything will be fine, but it is a pity that you have not entered the interstellar era, and it seems that you will not be able to use it.”

"So...some of the residents here have turned themselves into bugs, and some of them have turned themselves into data?" The grave chasing ghost standing next to me who hadn't come out of the story couldn't help complaining, " What kind of prison is this, it's a mental hospital!"

   I have the darkest expression on my face.

  He thought so too.

   Everyone here is crazy.

  The supervisor scorned the residents as "worker ants", and the workers in their mouth called them "tree people".

In order to keep the shelter running forever, the tree man tried his best to buy time for the lake that flooded to the door, and in order to have a glimpse of the world outside the shelter, the worker ants did not hesitate to turn themselves into real insects. The future is torn to shreds. …

  They chose all the craziest options they could choose, so that in the end, no complete person came out of this shelter. At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, pulling me back to reality.

"what happened?!"

  Looking at the surprised crowd, Ling Dang said with a nonchalant face.

"This siren is a little familiar. It seems to have happened before. I remembered that I should have told you before that in order to frustrate the plan of the worker ants," the tree people took the initiative to turn off the fusion reactor. You are not giving it Is it open again? Maybe the life-monitoring program and the dome self-destruct program have restarted, not a big deal. "

  Hearing this sentence, my darkest face turned blue instantly. not a big deal

  Now is not more than a hundred years ago!

  The self-destruct program that just allowed the upper structure to fall into the patio more than a hundred years ago, who knows what impact it will have today more than a hundred years later!

   Among other things, the tower built by the ghost-faced worms in the courtyard may be buried by the pouring earthwork!

   "But why didn't there be any problems when the fusion reactor started?" Grave Bug immediately realized what was wrong, and asked anxiously while staring at the bell.

   Bell just chuckled, still with that expression of nothing to do with him.

   "What's so strange about this? After the mission of the tree is over, you have already obtained the control of this shelter. It is not difficult to terminate the dome self-destruction process with administrator authority. This kind of thing is the same as

  As easy as you push open the door of the shelter. "

  I was the darkest.

   "Wait, since the control of the shelter has been handed over to us, why is the self-destruct procedure triggered?"

   Bell looked at him jokingly.

"Maybe your boss wants to silence you? Haha, of course, this possibility is too small. I am more inclined to think that you have triggered an unfixed BUG on this mountain of **** made of BUG, ​​causing some settings Rolled back to before the rules were revised. This is a common tactic used by tree men and worker ants to fight, and they often need to blindfold trees when they resolve personal grievances."

  I am the darkest and first ruled out my own problems. After all, he only touched the black box a few times.

   Immediately after that, he immediately thought of passing through the manager's office on the B51 floor, and then ran to B100 to be the ten-fist superman of the branch line without stopping.

   Not daring to hesitate, he immediately stretched out his hand and pressed it on the helmet, shouting loudly into the communication channel.

   "Brother Chao! What's the situation with you? Brother Chao?!" There was a burst of electric current in the communication channel.

   No response at all!

   His complexion changed slightly, and I was the darkest, and immediately gave Bugui a look at the grave next to him.

   "I'm going down!"

   "OK."

   Immediately understood his plan, Buffy made a gesture of understanding.

   Without wasting time, I turned off the safety of the rifle and leaned aside, lay down on the ground, closed my eyes and went off the line.

  Looking at this guy who was yelling at the communicator one second and then laying down on the ground and sleeping for a second, the bell circled him in surprise

   Two laps.

   "Awesome, you can actually sleep?"

  I, who was already offline, naturally didn't respond to anything, and didn't pay attention to what it said.

  Looking at this fussing AI, the graveyard hunter who was guarding the side laughed.

   "It's nothing, it's just basic."