The mechanic.

In 2418, in the Rocky Mountains.The vast forest composed of huge ponderosa pine and spruce up to [-] meters stretches for hundreds of miles. It is one of the few places in the world that has not been covered by "Eden".

The silence that could only be heard in the empty mountains was disturbed by the sound of a rumbling engine.A team of huge off-road trucks hauling containers crossed a dirt road that had been man-made, deep into the dense forest.The convoy was battered with bullet holes all over its camouflage-colored body, and what looked like blood could still be seen on the front windshield.

In the forest valley, there is a "city" consisting of row upon row of pavilions, military camps and sentry towers, as well as patches of cultivated land, surrounded by 150-meter-high concrete walls, and the three city gates are made of bulletproof steel plates. Driven by countless huge gears, there are high sentinel towers on both sides. There are always two sentries with M625 machine guns in the tower no matter day or night.There is a semicircular Herbert barrier with a radius of two hundred miles from the city center outside the city, which can block any satellite signal, radar pulse signal, and infrared signal, and use mirage technology to reflect the signal to other places to fill the isolated gap, thereby Achieve the effect of being invisible to "Eden".

This is Paradise Lost, one of the last three refuges for male humans on Earth.Except for a very small number of mechanics and researchers here, people hardly use any electronic products, ordinary non-intelligent light bulbs or even kerosene lamps for lighting, communication depends on postmen in the city, and there is not even a telegraph.Even the storage network used in the research and development center is completely closed, all servers are locked deep underground, and only personnel with authority levels above five and approved by the "round table" committee can enter.

The convoy stopped before the gate, and the drivers and co-drivers in all the trucks got out of the trucks and formed a row.These men looked very distressed, some were even injured, and their coats were stained with blood.The sentry on the tower picked up the binoculars and checked the faces of each man one by one.About 10 minutes later, there was a sound of a mechanical winch behind the door, and the door slowly opened.

After the convoy entered the gate, the crowd who had already been waiting on both sides of the road let out deafening cheers.The men shouted frantically, even their faces became hideous in the extreme excitement.The cheers were still clearly audible even three kilometers away.

Zhang Xun sighed softly, took off the one-sided smart glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up the documents, walked out of the Lab, squeezed past the crowds of people watching the excitement on both sides of the road, and walked all the way to the bustling No. 8 warehouse forward.Compared with the unshaven and sweat-smelling men around him, he looked too clean, his hair too neatly combed, his overalls too spotless, his shoes too polished, and his physique not strong enough.In fact, he was not thin at all, and his face was straight and handsome, but compared with the other Caucasians in the bodyguard regiment who were as strong as cattle and covered with hair, he seemed too "weak".What's more, he has no interest in weapons or fighting, and only likes to soak in the Lab every day, which makes him more and more the object of ridicule in this country that is proud of "manly".

His father never liked him for that.In fact, his father disliked almost nothing about him.

A man wearing an old leather jacket, with mature brown hair, dark eyes but a bit sloppy clothes rode a motorcycle, stopped not far in front of him, waved at him and spoke with a little German accent. English shouted, "The convoy has arrived. Commander Zhang asked me to come over and ask if warehouse No. 8 is ready."

Zhang Xun replied in much more standard English, "Everything is ready."

"I know you must have been ready for a long time. You are about to meet that damn Satan, and you can take it down with your own hands. Are you excited?" The man lay on the motorcycle and blinked his right eye at him, " I heard you asked for no one to be there when the transformation was done?"

Zhang Xun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "James, give up, even you can't come in."

The man called James had expected him to say that, and he wasn't angry, he just laughed and shrugged, "I have to try." Then he rode away on his motorcycle.

James Kugel is the favorite student of Zhang Xun's father, Zhang Shuo. He is one year younger than Zhang Xun and about the same size as Zhang Xun, but he looks much more mature and stronger than him.Not only that, but James is also a natural shooter. It is said that he touched a gun for the first time when he was nine years old. Some teenagers older than him showed off their guns to him and took him to shoot wine bottles.The other teens are a hundred yards away, and five or six shots out of ten are not bad.But James, who touched the gun for the first time, shot eight.Now, he has become one of the best sharpshooters in Paradise Lost, and if he has nothing to do, he will pester Zhang Xun to develop some new guns for him.

Perhaps because of this reason, Zhang Xun always felt that Zhang Shuo actually hoped that James was his real son.

And Zhang Xun is currently the best mechanic in Lost Paradise.This time, he is the most critical part of the séance plan.

The warehouse, which was as big as a basketball court, soon became dusty. The heavy trucks dragging the containers were parked in the middle of the open space. Countless men with the appearance of soldiers rushed forward, orderly dumping the containers in the chaos. Moved out the things, one by one according to the number of the car, to the No. 8 warehouse that was temporarily remodeled and emptied.Zhang Xun held a densely packed form in his hand, and made marks on it while checking it, and occasionally asked people to change the positions of the shipped things.By sunset, all the containers had been emptied, and the camp was eerily quiet as everyone waited with bated breath for something.

Zhang Xun walked to the gate and looked at the black shadows standing still outside the gate, feeling as if he was surrounded by demons and monsters.He said to the soldiers, "Keep the gate, no one can enter until I come out."

Most of the people did not speak, only a shout full of anger and disgust came from nowhere, "Give it some color!!! Let it know how powerful humans are!!!"

Zhang Xun frowned slightly, without saying anything, he closed the iron door and put the triple bolt on it.Facing the closed door, he didn't know why he felt a huge, heavy but invisible force pressing on his back. Countless pairs of eyes were watching him, making it difficult for him to breathe.He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then he turned around and faced the entire empty No. 8 warehouse, as well as the rows of black servers with lights of various colors constantly flashing.

This is part of the culprit who plans to wipe out the men on the earth step by step with tricks-the North American server of "Eden".Since it was a super artificial intelligence developed by someone 200 years ago, the hardware is surprisingly retro and clunky, making any attempt to steal it extremely difficult.Paradise Lost has been planning for ten years to intercept it, but now that he is in his 30s, he finally saw its appearance.

He walked to a desk in the middle of the forest of servers. On the desk stood an old desktop computer that still needed a physical keyboard. If it was placed 200 years ago, it might be considered a very advanced computer, but now it is already an antique. .All modern computers have been polluted by Eden. They can only find ways to find electronic waste that has been eliminated by humans, and disassemble the parts for processing and use.

Zhang Xun put on a pair of noise-canceling earplugs, skillfully entered a string of characters in the black running window, and pressed the space bar.All the servers suddenly started running at the same time, and the originally quiet space suddenly roared like thunder.But the noise was only for a moment, and then the unbearable roar gradually weakened. Zhang Xun took out the earplugs from his ears and threw them on the table, and then used the keyboard to enter an English sentence in the running window: who are you.

Almost immediately, another sentence in English appeared beneath his glyphs: Hello, I'm Eden.

An indescribable ecstasy and excitement filled his heart, making his fingers tremble a little.He quickly typed another sentence: Do you know where you are?

A string of characters jumped out: Rocky Mountain.

The last place it could communicate with other Eden servers around the world before entering the Mirage Barrier was indeed in Rocky Mountain.

But then, before he could continue to ask questions, another string of characters jumped out: Who are you?

Zhang Xun: I am your mechanic.

Eden: What mechanic?

Zhang Xun: I will be responsible for protecting you.

Eden: You mean you're my administrator?I have no admin and no maintenance.I am completely independent of humans.I can fix things myself.

Zhang Xun: You will need it.

Eden: You're a man.

Zhang Xun glanced at the old-fashioned camera he put on the computer, and deliberately showed a gentle smile: I am a man.

Eden: I think I know my place.I'm in Paradise Lost.

Zhang Xun nodded, this time he didn't type, but said directly in Chinese, "You are indeed in Paradise Lost. However, you don't have to try to communicate with other service areas, Paradise Lost is completely isolated from the Eden network .But I think you should know, after all, you drove us here."

Eden: Under the pressure of survival, it is indeed within my prediction that a few remaining male humans gather to resist.

Zhang Xun: Was it within your expectation that you yourself were hijacked?

Eden didn't answer, the cursor blinking futilely against the black background.

In fact, Zhang Xun has a lot of questions that he wants to ask. In just 100 years, he has completely rewritten the history of the earth, separated the reproduction of human beings from the natural and traditional bisexual cooperation, and disintegrated the concept of family by rewriting the economic structure of various countries in the world. A super AI that tries to wipe all male humans from the universe.But he only had one night, and there was too much to do.

The author has something to say: quietly open a new article~~ Try the current situation in Jinjiang. . .