This Game Is Too Realistic

When Chu Guang discovered that the communication module of Vault 100 was overloaded, he almost reflexively judged that a similar situation to Vault 79 had occurred in this Vault - the ghosts of the dead were lingering in the tombs that should have been sleeping. . However, the final result was beyond his expectation. According to the information exchanged by the player on the forum, the overload of the information module was not the man-made cause he imagined, but the restart of the life monitoring module caused by the ignition of the fusion reactor awakened the sleeping artificial intelligence, leading to the "dome automation" that was terminated a century and a half ago. Destroy the program." Continue reading.

Fortunately, his little players cleverly used the clues left by the "gravekeeper" for them, and by expanding the judgment range of the life monitoring sensor, they successfully allowed the AI ​​manager to judge the bugs in the shelter as residents of the shelter. descendant, thereby terminating the dome's self-destruction process.

All that's left to do is simple.

As long as the communication module is repaired, the administrator's rights are regained, and the piles of bugs in the database left behind by the sixty-year game between "tree men" and "worker ants" are completely cleared, the shelter can be restored. Back to normal.

Over the course of two centuries, the sanctuary has

Unsuitable as a foundry well, at least until the bugs inside are dealt with, it needs to continue to exist as a refuge.

When circumstances warrant, the Alliance will repurpose the sanctuary.

However, Chu Guang still had some doubts about this shelter.

Except for the supervisor named Craig who died as a human in the shelter, where were the other 110 residents who uploaded their minds to the circuit board?

He found no trace of these 110 residents in the shelter's database.

They will not disappear from the shelter out of thin air after uploading their thoughts to the circuit board.

Just as Chu Guang was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that when his players first entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to have mentioned that the terminal at the door had a record of being visited in 2190.

The year 2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.

This year happened to be the time when the last survivor of this shelter—the supervisor named Craig—disappeared in the shelter...

Vault 101.

A few days later, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was still the same coffee shop where they met before.

But what was different from last time was that this cafe located in a corner of the downtown area was almost full of people. It was not until Chu Guang walked to the corner of the store near the cupboard that he found a way to wave to himself.

"This way."

Walking in front of Dr. Method, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to pull out the chair directly opposite his seat, sat down, and said straight to the point.

"Thank you for the password. The legacy of Vault 100 has been a real help for us, especially the plasma engine.

Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Fangfa smiled slightly, picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and said in a cheerful tone.

"Really? I'm glad that I can help you. I think the residents of Vault 100 will also be very relieved that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them.

Chu Guang sighed softly.

"We tried to gather enough materials to produce a prototype using the black box, and disassembled the prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers could not fully digest the technology, and they could not find anything outside the black box. The production method can only be based on that prototype and battery to design an aircraft suitable for them.

There was no surprise on Dr. Method's face, but he comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.

"This is normal. With your current conditions, it is just impossible to produce that kind of thing independently. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to realize the technology. There is no need to worry about things that cannot be completed. Black Box It is enough to help you complete the transition from "having nothing" to "knowing what is and why." What you have to do is to take the current path step by step.

When he said this, Fafa seemed to think of something again, so he added a sentence in a joking tone.

"Of course, we don't rule out another possibility. Those black boxes will remain black boxes to you until the end, and they have turned from auxiliary tools into an inescapable drug addiction.

"I would be wary of that happening."

Chu Guang paused for a moment after leaving these words, then placed his index finger on his left arm and tapped it twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.

Seeing the holographic image that Chu Guang pushed in front of him, Fa Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This is?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"What our residents found in the shelter was not only the black box and the administrator's log, but also the records left by each of the 'trees, the tree people' and the worker ants. They tried to understand the sixty-three-year history of Vault 100. Organized.

In fact, he just copied and pasted the content discussed by players on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left the relatively objective part.

Fafa stretched out his index finger with great interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and slid his index finger to turn two pages.

"......interesting."

He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.

....So in the end, in the eyes of the tree people, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into bugs than escape did not really turn themselves into bugs, nor did they really escape from the shelter. Even the poor man who survived to the end on the ground floor, the foolish guy who wanted to escape even if he demolished the house, finally let himself be eaten by bugs in order to save the shelter he hated so much.

"This is so ironic."

"I think if Craig were still alive, he would definitely be laughing and laughing, and maybe even laugh at that poor guy - if they hadn't hid themselves in the cold storage and destroyed the shelter, why would Vault 100 be where it is now? The result? A group of humble bugs, even if they do some trivial things at the end of their lives, it is not enough to atone for their sins!"

When he said this, he raised his voice slightly, as if he was not talking privately, but talking to someone sitting in the audience.

Someone in a noisy cafe.

Or read someone's mind.

Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table and slowly unclenched it.

Combined with the playful expression on Fa Fa's face, Chu Guang was convinced of his suspicion that this guy had met Craig.

Go through the terminal at the door.

After thinking for a moment, he expressed his opinion. "My opinion is different from yours. From my perspective as an outsider, whether they are tree people or worker ants, they are all residents of Vault 100. Some of them want to make the shelter permanent for the sake of power. Prison, while others are willing to destroy the entire sanctuary in order to be free.

“They used the most extreme and deadly methods on each other in the conflict, turning the rules originally designed to protect them into a tool to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is the reason why they eventually went to destruction.

"In fact, everything they do is in compliance with the rules of the current situation they are in, whether it is hiding their life characteristics to trigger the self-destruction mechanism of the dome, or using a bug in the program to trigger the overload of the reactor and cut off the power supply. It is incredible. However, no one thinks about fixing these long-standing security risks, but they use them as nuclear bombs to deal with others."

"Generally speaking, the residents of the shelter will not get into the cold storage collectively, and the fusion reactor is almost impossible to overload. And they have done all these operations that the designers have never imagined, and the result is tens of thousands of death, and more than a century of shutdown.

After pausing for a moment and looking at the way to indicate for him to continue, Chu Guang continued in a chatty tone.

"The guy who called himself the gravekeeper finally realized that both themselves and the superior supervisors are essentially part of the shelter. The tree people did not come down from the non-existent tree, but from the trees before them. They were born. And their ending is not due to any one person’s stupidity, but everyone has an unshirkable responsibility.”

"From an outsider's perspective, I think his actions at the last moment of his life were enough to atone for his own sins. Vault 404 will take over the torch from their hands, carry their memories, continue to move forward for them, and complete their work for a while. A mission neglected and forgotten.”

When he said this, Chu Guang had some regret on his face.

Although the shelter was saved.

But this is obviously not the most perfect ending. After a pause, he continued.

"... Of course, if Mr. Treeman, who lived until the end, in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era at the end of his life,

If we take the time to take another look at the lowest level of the shelter and spend dozens of minutes understanding what happened there, we may not have to wait until more than a hundred years later to put an end to their grudges.

The answer has been written down.

It is not difficult to copy it once.

Even with the language barrier and the need to use a translator, the players in the alliance still relied on the only clues to decipher the last words left by the "worker ant" who survived to the end, and took the With the last key he made with his life, he closed the systemic error that might have caused the collapse of the entire shelter.

At this moment, a choking sound came from the neighboring table not far away.

"Craig...that guy would never laugh at him...if he knew what that guy did.

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Chu Guang looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man wearing a gray jacket with his back to them, his shoulders twitching constantly.

It's not just him. So does everyone else.

Intermittent choking sounds floated from the other direction.

"I remember that kid... he became a prisoner in 1953.

The governor was still a young man in his early twenties at the time.

"He loved it there more than anyone else, and I still remember him saying... that after everything was over, he wanted to open a museum in the shelter and tell stories about the past with the boys from the New People's League.

"Damn it...why didn't that guy come to me! Why don't you use my body? I've already decided to give up my body! Just use mine!"

The originally bustling coffee shop had lost its previous cheerful atmosphere at some point. Faces were filled with confusion, loss of consciousness, sobbing sadness, and regret with eyes closed.

It seems that just as he guessed -

The 110 residents who uploaded their minds to the "Great Tree" did not sleep in Vault 100, but were taken away by someone in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era that had lost hope.

That man is exactly the method.

He established a complete technology recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and devoted almost his life to it. In the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, he left the Great Rift Valley with disappointment and went to the south along the opposite path to the academy. .

Vault 101 is obviously not the first shelter he has visited. The access record left on the terminal outside the gate of Vault 100 more than a hundred years ago was left by him!

Meeting Chu Guang's questioning eyes, Fa Fa didn't give any explanation, just took a sip of coffee, just like Chu Guang did when he first walked in.

Then he said something meaningful.

"What do you think is the best ending for them?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

“Every part plays its intended role.

Method: "What do you mean?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"It literally means, 'Tree'. As a manager, supervision is supervision, and residents are residents." They actually made a pretty good start. The situation in other shelters was much worse than their start. However, in practice, they completely deviated from the original idea. The residents closest to the tree became attached to the tree. Tree people, and the inhabitants furthest from the trees aren't even people anymore.

"Everyone performs his duties,

What you are talking about is the most ideal situation, but in practice it may be completely different." Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Fangfa smiled calmly and said, "It's like the post-war reconstruction committee, whether you believe it or not If you don’t believe it, it was the best way at the time. Never before had so many people with different identities devoted themselves to the same thing without reservation. Without it, the planet might be 'dead'. However, even so, it is still

Chapter 625 We are neither the best nor the worst. We have only existed for 45 years.

Chu Guang said bluntly.

"I know that the worst choices are the easiest and the best choices are always the hardest, so we won't be them."

Method raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then which one are you?" He stood up from the coffee table.

Chu Guang, who figured it was time to leave, looked around at the survivors of Vault 100 who were crying over yesterday, and answered the question about the method.

“We’re somewhere in between.”

"Neither the best nor the worst."

The excavation work in Shelter No. 100 was over. Twenty-two black boxes were recovered from the shelter one after another, along with a large number of mechanical equipment.

Vault 100 has left an amazing technological legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including the "turtle" engineering armor, which is more suitable for operating in complex terrain than the alliance's current "kv" and "miner" series of exoskeletons. Construction can even be done without scaffolding and other auxiliary equipment, and you can work while climbing on a nearly vertical construction surface.

Since the supervisors of No. 100 initially planned to

For a lifetime, the creativity of the entire shelter has been focused on "how to use limited resources and space to transform the environment of the shelter into a more livable place" for a long time.

Apart from that, there are those little guys named Ga Bang.

The genetic source of this thing is probably scarab beetles, but the original DNA has been modified to the point that even their biological mother does not recognize them, and they can be treated as a completely new species.

The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymer bulletproof plates inserted into exoskeletons and can also be used to produce carbon-based integrated circuits.

The Vault 100 database contains experimental data on these chitin materials and complete industrial application methods.

Based on that information, the Alliance can directly use the chitin materials piled in the shelter's courtyard like ore.

Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a biological mine for the Alliance for a long time.

At the same time, the analysis of the ecological impact of "Ga Bang" is also in progress.

According to the judgment of alliance biologists, because Xizhou City

In the special ecological environment, a series of creatures including mutated water striders, warship shrimps, and even split-claw crabs are the natural enemies of "Crack". Therefore, this creature has not spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City like the Death Claw. On the soil.

However, it is precisely because of this that "Gabong" that survives in harsh environments will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the stingers hidden in its abdomen will be sharper.

At present, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute has referred to the suggestions from Shelter 404 and officially named the "Gabong" discovered in 213 of the Wasteland Era as the Jiralhanae Insect, and is further exploring the biotechnology contained in it and the industrial value of its carapace.

In short, the novel gadgets recovered from Vault 100 are enough to keep the alliance's research institutions and production units busy for a whole year.

Camp No. 100.

Looking at the mountains of machines in the warehouse, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't there a normal shelter in this wasteland?"

The scientific expedition team needs to appraise the value of these props obtained from digging graves, and then calculate the rewards obtained by the Storm Troops in this operation.

This work will take several days.

Although the password of the shelter and sit

The targets are all tasks

They only did the easy job of prying open the coffin boards, but they were still credited with saving the shelter, and the final reward of silver coins and contribution points would not disappoint.

As the leader of the corps, Brother Quanshui also made great contributions to the players who went deep into the dungeon.

Hearing my blackest brother's complaints, Quan Shui chuckled.

"Is there a possibility that normal shelters do not require us to dig graves at all? They have completed their original plans in the past two centuries, either joining the survivor settlements on the surface, or becoming settlements themselves .

Putting aside the weird stuff like the Enlightenment Party, Blue Jackets have been joining Boulder City one after another fifty years after the Wasteland Era.

In addition to this, the origin of the business is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.

Not to mention the Alliance itself is also like this, and even brought back a number of shelters that were no longer functioning.

"Survivor bias?"

I sighed deeply, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a robot spider on the side, and I couldn't help but laugh and continued.

"By the way, why did you come out with me?"

Bell riding on the back of the robot spider turned its head in dissatisfaction.

"You ask me? I still want to ask you! Didn't I agree to let me go to the museum as a tour guide? So where is the alliance's museum? How long do I have to stay in this damn place?"

I looked at it with the darkest expression on my face.

Let this guy be a museum tour guide...can he sell tickets?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two people standing in the room - ai looked towards the door almost at the same time and saw a strange man standing there.

Not only was he alone, there was also a large group of people behind him, it looked like there were hundreds of them.

They were wearing blue coats, but their skin was dull gray, like mannequins placed in an old showcase.

There is no doubt that they are androids.

However, I don’t know if it was intentional or not. They made the features of the androids very obvious and even abrupt. Not only were they all bald, but even their facial features only had a perfunctory outline.

It's just like Frost and Eclipse when they first came to the alliance.

Looking at the man standing at the door, I had the darkest expression on my face.

After a moment of doubt, he blurted out a question subconsciously.

"Who are you?"

"My name is... Gugel," the man seemed to take some time to remember his name, and put his hand on his chest to salute slightly, "We are the survivors of Vault 100.

I was immediately stunned, and so was the spring water standing nearby, with a surprised expression on his face.

As for the bell, he stared at the man in front of him.

"Gugel?! Is it you? You...are actually back? It's strange. My master said that all the cowards are dead, and he will die soon. Why are you alive again!?"

Looking at the bells chattering there, a touch of sadness appeared on Gu Geer's abstract features. He sighed softly as if he didn't want to remember more, and looked at the two people, Me Zhei and Quan Shui.

"The people of this camp told me that you can be found here, and that through you you can find the manager."

Commander Quan Shui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.

"You...do you have anything to do with him?"

"We want to see him again."

The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said in a sincere tone.

"We originally planned to rest in Vault 101, but there is no room for our guilty and restless souls there.

"So we thought that instead of spending the remaining time repenting, we might as well fulfill the long-cherished wishes of those compatriots who died because of us.

"If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be of some use. This may

Ease a little of the suffering in our hearts. "

“I hope he can take us in!

Quan Shui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.

“The League is not a charity and we don’t take in anyone.

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the people gathered at the entrance of the warehouse with a smile.

"but-"

As Quan Shui expected, his conversation changed.

"...Anyone who sincerely desires to end the wasteland and is spontaneously determined to contribute to this end, we welcome him to join!"

“Whether he’s alive or dead.

Looking at Gugel who looked slightly moved, Chu Guang stretched out his

his right hand.

"Welcome, survivors of Vault 100."

“Tell me what you do best and we can get started!