This Game Is Too Realistic

All the design ideas of Shelter No. 100 are to serve the reconstruction of the earth's surface. For this reason, the entire shelter is designed with an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night, and the vast majority of residents live in the living area with a tube building structure.

Now it has become the lair of the Jiralazaki.

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

Otherwise, the players of the alliance might be "bang banged" by tens of thousands of ghost-faced insects as soon as they enter the shelter.

A search of Vault 100 was not immediately launched.

I first reorganized the 100 reinforcements brought by the spring water from the surface, and asked Kakarot to lead 60 people to set up light machine guns at the edge of the patio, while I took 20 strength and physique The brothers from the department put on the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.

Ling Ding, who was riding a four-legged robot, had been following him, watching everyone throw the cable towards the elevator shaft, and stepped into the elevator shaft one leg first.

I was most startled by its sudden movement, but soon discovered that it did not fall in, but lay firmly on the wall.

The soles of the four legs seemed to be coated with some special adsorbent material, allowing them to climb straight up and down in the almost vertical elevator shaft.

"There's something about your mount."

Looking at this gadget in surprise, I stretched out my right hand toward it, trying to see if it could catch me.

As a result, Bell seemed to have eyes on its back, and with just a slight sway of its body, it easily dodged the extended right hand.

"There's no need to try. I can't carry you. You'd better pay attention to your steps. The further down you go, the more cute little ones there are."

I subconsciously flashed the flashlight down, but luckily I didn't see any ghost-faced insects on the vertical well wall.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he glared hard at the guy riding on the back of the spider robot. While alert to the dangers in the darkness, he dragged the rope and slid deeper into the elevator shaft.

Finally arrived at the b40 floor.

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

The moment he opened the door, a sound of wings vibrating immediately hit him.

"嘁嘁嘁-" "日!"

I was so frightened that I shuddered. As I kicked my legs and swung back, I grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and started shooting.

Dozens of ghost-faced insects were killed instantly, but it was inevitable that a few slipped through the net and rushed into the elevator shaft.

In order to prevent the ricochet from hurting their own people, several players who followed me to the blackest rappel immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks and started a hand-to-hand fight with the ghost-faced insect that jumped nearby.

One thing that can be said is that this insect is indeed not very aggressive, and the stinging needles on its abdomen are like a nail gun.

However, when faced with the "turtle shell-level" defense of the K-10 "iron wall" exoskeleton, the chitin stingers were still a little less useful.

"This thing is actually not as difficult to deal with as I thought, it's just a bit disgusting."

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

It was smashed into a pool of dark green slurry.

Another player who was following him wiped the slime on his dagger and joked with a smile.

"No, our captain's sanity is almost gone."

"Hahaha."

"Shut up and get to work."

I rolled my eyes, waved my right fist forward, and led the nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door.

The molted shells of insects and their black metabolites can be seen everywhere in the corridor.

In addition, there were scattered documents, tables, chairs and cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as shelters, and some torn and torn clothes.

I made the darkest gesture to push forward, then reached out and put my hand on the helmet.

Pressed up.

"Leave the warehouse on floor B40 to us...Brother Chao, take the others down and go to floor B51 to recover the data.

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 continued to explore downwards with the Ten Fist Superman, while I, the blackest, 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.

Ling Ding, who was riding on the four-legged robot, thought for a while, then climbed into the corridor on the b40th floor and followed her on the ceiling above everyone's heads.

I didn't pay any attention to it at all. From time to time, I shot the worms that spread their wings and tried to pounce on them. At the same time, I carefully checked every corner of the corridor.

Several lights are broken here.

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

The troublesome thing is that because the corridor of the main road is almost blocked by bunkers and arthropod remains, they can only go around the area that is suspected to be a residential area.

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

The filling inside had disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes left on the ground, its owner was probably beaten into a sieve together with it, and soon after, the remains became food for insects.

The player following him smacked his tongue.

“The fighting is pretty fierce here.

Several other players also whispered quietly.

"Is it to fight for the black box?"

"It doesn't look like it. I don't think it looks like it at all.

If it was to fight for the black box, there was no need to expand the firefight area to two hundred meters away from the warehouse entrance, let alone sweep every room one by one.

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

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

"Speaking of which, why did you design the shelter to be a well with a hollow center? Wouldn't it be possible to save more space by making it a solid structure?

The bell that followed everyone's heads said slowly.

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

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

I was the darkest: "Is there any connection between this?"

The bell chirped with shrill laughter.

"Of course there is. The huge patio structure was prepared for the day it fell. 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 shelter will become a natural casting well, eating all the garbage above us.

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

"The Foundry Well?"

The sound of the bell brought a hint of pride.

"That's right, the well where everything is cast is a vertical production base. In the envisioned plan, the raw materials flow from the top of the well to the bottom of the well like a waterfall, turning into what we need the moment they hit the ground, and then being transported by the elevator. To the surface. In the final stage of the plan, we will use it to build a starship whose size is almost consistent with the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up in the footsteps of the Reach and colonize more distant worlds."

I looked up at it with my eyes wide open.

"You have even planned such a thing." Lingdang said with a hint of ridicule.

"Of course, after all, the 'tree' is omnipotent. It can make plans a thousand years later. It's a pity that most people can't keep up with its rhythm."

I am the darkest:

One player complained in disbelief.

.

"I thought the only people living here were nuclear engineers." Ling Dang laughed.

"Nuclear engineer? Ah... Of course there is, but what kind of fusion reactor requires 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life here, and they ca

descendants. "

I asked most subconsciously.

"Where are they?

I don't know why the bell suddenly closed its mouth. Although it soon opened the conversation again, it changed the topic to other things.

I always think 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 v in the manager's office has been recovered... Damn, there must be at least hundreds of bugs here. How long do you have?"

I took a quick look at the map on v. The entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.

Judging from the surveillance footage provided by the manager, there were probably thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.

"We're almost there too."

Ten Fist Superman: "Do you need help?" I took a dark look around.

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

Ten Fist Superman: "Okay, be careful... We have copied the data in v to the shelter server. Anyway, we still have some time. We plan to go to the b100 floor to take a look at that branch line."

Control of the shelter had been taken over by the administrator before they set foot here, and this was why they were able to maintain communication with the outside world in the shelter.

As long as the data in v is uploaded to the shelter's server, all information including the administrator's logs 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 V (vital sign monitor)?

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

Too strange.

But no matter what, getting the black box is the most important thing.

"... Got it, I'll leave the b100 level to you, so be careful." After saying that casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the teammates behind me.

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

Everyone replied enthusiastically.

"receive!"

More than a hundred little players of the Storm Corps are still digging graves in the ruins of Vault 100 underground in the Fourth New District.

At this moment, Chu Guang, who was watching the screen from far away in Camp 101, had already obtained the logs collected by his little players from the manager's office through Xiao Qi.

Unlike the managers' logs previously recovered from other shelters, the logs of Vault 100 are more like being included in a TV package than a personal "last words" that no one will read carefully. instruction booklet.

The beginning of the log briefly and clearly explains the functions of Vault 100, including the management authority held by "Tree", the resources enjoyed by Vault 100 and the obligations it needs to assume, as well as the rules that residents need to abide by, etc.

Chu Guang glanced at the complicated content, extracted some key points, and roughly understood the "game rules" of Shelter 100.

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

The former is responsible for management and the latter is responsible for execution.

The number of the latter is mainly determined by the number of residents in the shelter. Excluding the initial three hundred supervisors, one supervisor will automatically be created for every hundred new residents.

The goal of Vault 100 is clear, which is to implement the wasteland reconstruction plan after being closed for sixty-three years.

While it was indeed part of the plan to house survivors in the event a nuclear strike was detected, the shelter did not include an obligation to save anyone.

It is precisely because of this that Vault 100 and the "overloaded" Vault 117 are almost completely opposite.

"Tree" carried out the established "asylum procedures" without hesitation. After completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, "Supervision" banished all the residents who had not received numbers outside the door.

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

However, it was not a peaceful era at that time, so discussing this itself was meaningless.

Thirty thousand residents spent three uneasy days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in a nuclear war, and that all the old order, including the Human League, had ceased to exist. It would take at least sixty-three years before the outside world was habitable again.

When he saw this, Chu Guang had a trace of doubt.

Because this is inconsistent with what he learned from Yule's memory and even the logs of other shelter managers.

The war did not last only three days, but three full years. By the end of the three-year war and the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee,

At present, the world has not truly become a wasteland, and the organizations and institutions of the People's Federation are still operating at their best.

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

A supervisor whose biometric number was registered as "Craig" left three lines of annotations next to this piece of information.

[This is the most wise decision. The Great Tree only used three sentences to convince the restless residents. Under its will, we showed the residents evidence of the end of the world, showing them the hell-like scene of the nuclear-struck Qingquan City. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic fantasies and accepted the fact that they would no longer be able to eat cookies, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and no more android servants to wait on them. 】

[The only thing that puzzles me is what is so hard about crackers and freeze-dried vegetables to swallow, what on earth did they eat before? It's a pity that "Tree" has 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 to move forward on this thorny road, we can only believe devoutly. 】

"Craig."

Chu Guang muttered the name quietly, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Xiao Qi, help me retrieve this person's information."

"okay!"

Xiaoqi, who was sitting on his shoulder, responded enthusiastically 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 joining time in the file. According to records in the archives, he was awarded the position of "Supervisor" in the 53rd year of the Wasteland Era, when he was only 24 years old.

What's interesting is that this time is exactly the second year after the water from Xizhou Lake poured into the tunnel, and the climate in the wasteland has already undergone a complex change.

There are signs of Sue, and there are only seven years left before the shelter is unsealed.

The days are slowly getting better.

There are new supervisors on duty, which means that the number of residents in the shelter is also growing, and the environment here shouldn't be particularly bad.

Out of curiosity about the past of this shelter, Chu Guang shifted his attention from "Tree"'s report to the supervisor named "Craig" and asked Xiao Qi to help add these things later. It was sorted out in timeline order and compared with the content of the manager's log.

He soon discovered that compared to the straightforward records left by "Tree", Craig's supervision provided him with a completely different perspective.

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

The material needs of residents in the prosperous era are beyond our imagination at the moment. Great Tree can pay attention to their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign each of them an individual health assistant. We can only lower their expectations for the future and then let them slowly adapt to their new life. 】

[So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used the exiled people to warn the lucky ones who stayed behind that Vault 100 has no obligation to take in anyone. It belongs to everyone who suffers, but it does not belong to Anyone. If you don't want to struggle like the poor people huddled in the garbage in the subway station, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the "tree" and unconditionally obey our orders. 】

[In the first fifty years, we have made great achievements. The accuracy of the Great Tree and our piety have withstood the test of time. The "Gabong" we created can almost completely recycle all metabolites. The "Tarantula" we designed "Robots and "turtle-type" engineering armor can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, replacing engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter to perform difficult construction, and this is something that even the Great Tree had not expected. 】

[It turns out that our creativity is enough to make the Age of Prosperity

AI is so shocking! If it had a chin. 】

[Please don’t laugh out loud, I’m talking about this seriously. You who have been born to sit on hundreds of colonial planets must not experience the embarrassment of scarce resources. It's like tens of thousands of people are crowded into an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone's needs, at least to prevent the living standards of most people from declining too fast. And even in such a desperate situation, we still created a series of incredible technological achievements. 】

[To this day, I still remember how happy I was on the day I became a supervisor. This joy is like a child growing up overnight and becoming the all-powerful hero in the stories he grew up reading. Soon, like my fathers, I will lead the smart and capable residents to create more greater and more incredible miracles. 】

[However, there always seems to be a discrepancy between reality and ideals. Those smart residents think that they are smarter than "trees". They have no respect for us as supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us "trees". "Human", saying that we don't look like humans at all except that we look like humans. 】

[Actually, thinking about it carefully, maybe I should have noticed the real problem from then on. In fact, we have drawn a clear line with them early on. We and those "worker ants" have not been the same kind of people since a long time ago. 】

[This shelter is like a prison. The worker ants’ sentence is sixty-three years, but our sentence is forever. The status of supervisor was given to us by the shelter. We did the most dirty work and also enjoyed some special preferential treatment. However, once this shelter completes its mission and collapses as designed, everything will disappear.]

[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 sixty-three-year period exceeds

As it gets closer and closer, how anxious we are in our hearts. And when the water from Xizhou Lake overflowed into the subway station and reached the edge of the gate, we felt so happy. We have perfected this shelter to be able to exist forever, and it will be even more perfect in the future. We only need to be like those cunning worker ants, and use the unimagined bug of the "tree" to let it determine that the time for the shelter to open needs to be later. Give it a ride. 】

[In fact, we succeeded and extended the sixty-three-year period to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape unscathed, we will try to extend this time as much as possible. It is best to turn this number into forever. However, none of us expected at the time that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly that they even buried poisonous needles under the belly of the cute "Ke Bang" and changed the "蟞-style" pliers into shields and blades. . 】

[A ridiculous farce broke out. No one expected it, but if you think about it carefully, we may be the most ridiculous ones. We're done

He was so busy dealing with the daily crises of managing the shelter that he completely forgot what the purpose of this shelter was. 】

[As you can see from standing in the museum, we are left in this cage forever. 】

【Can’t get out again. 】

[—Craig, I regret not being able to meet the poor man in the new world, the last prison guard in Prison No. 100, and the last surviving tree man. 】

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

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

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 malfunctions from time to time, and this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.

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

"The fault showed that the communication module was overloaded. The data we transmitted triggered a certain threshold, and the connection between Vault 100 and the outside world was protectively cut off... But this is strange. The amount of data we used is not very large. Unless someone intentionally sets that threshold very low.”

The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, let alone electromagnetic waves with a small amount of radiation.

The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to external radio stations and must exchange information with the outside world through a dedicated channel. This is true whether the door is closed or not.

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

To put it simply, their signal is suspected 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!