Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

"Me, my side may be the least complicated." Hai Mengyou said.

At the end of the Battle of the Heart of the Galaxy, he thought he must be dead, but he didn't expect to wake up again, on the spaceship of the mining wizard.

Although the four idiots were stupid, they also vaguely felt that they could not hand over this "UFO" to Indra, so they reported it directly to Wen Chao. miner bots, and it's not bad for them.

Although Wen Chao has resigned from the Academy of Sciences, based on his previous work experience, he hacked into the Indra system and created a new account for Yulia. The name was changed back to "Hai Mengyou" according to his own wishes.

In fact, there are still some changes on his side. For example, his biological speed and thinking speed are much higher than ordinary people, and the momentum of punching and moving has also changed greatly-in most cases, he has to hold back his strength.

He assembled some equipment by himself, trying to find out the cause of the body mutation, and even wanted to cut off part of the tissue for research, but every time he cut the skin, the wound immediately glowed with colorful lights, and then healed at the speed of light—he couldn’t get rid of it from his body. Get any samples.

In other words, he is approximately equal to invincible.

However, he hasn't figured out this part himself, so he doesn't plan to elaborate.

"In short, bad things are not necessarily bad things." Hai Mengyou concluded in this way.

"It turned out to be the general my sister rescued!" Wen Xi deliberately exclaimed loudly, "As expected of my sister!"

After the meeting, Wen Xi kept trying to please Wen Chao in different ways. Even when Wen Chao rolled her eyelids, she could blindly boast, "My sister's eyes are so dirty!" Wen Chao is full of wine.

To be honest, Hai Mengyou really wanted to record it, and show the people of Futuhua how their Colonel Wen bowed his head and bowed his head for power.

"What about you." Wen Chao knocked on the table, and raised his chin at Wen Xi, "At that time, he shouted to go on a long-distance voyage, why did you roll back?"

"I..." Wen Xi looked down and her lips moved.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you just now." Hai Mengyou asked, "How come most of the Night Singer has become a human-machine chimera? And you..." Hai Mengyou looked at her prosthetic eye, wanting to Stop talking.

"It's nothing." Wen Xi's voice lowered, but her hand tightly squeezed the rim of the cup, "It's all my fault."

Wen looked directly at her sister for the first time, got up and poured her a glass of liquid 18 peptide.

"We have succeeded in cold fusion. With energy support, we are constantly moving forward. We have encountered dozens of habitable planets on the way, but as long as we send out probes, we must not be able to enter orbit correctly. If we force a landing, the consequences will be even worse—— For this reason, we wiped out several groups of people, and Ying Tianjian's little girl was so anxious that she almost went crazy, saying that the data and formula must be fine, and then they started to study that."

Wen Xi paused and took a deep breath: "...nervous lace."

Hai Mengyou lowered his head, his fine hair covered his expression.

"After remodeling their brains, they repeated calculations and said that the orbiting data would never be wrong, but our detector missions continued to fail. They were looking for reasons like crazy, constantly doubting themselves and transforming themselves, From prosthetic eyes, prosthetic bodies, and bionic humans... We are desperately trying to evolve ourselves, but looking at one habitable planet after another, he...he just can't land on it!" Wen Xi glanced at the 18 peptide and snatched it away The bloody bug in front of Hai Mengyou, but the wine glass was held down.

"Wen Xi, stop drinking." Hai Mengyou reminded softly.

Wen Xi shook her head: "Miss Yulia, I haven't dared to touch these things in 80 years, so just... let me relax for a while."

Hai Mengyou's eyes swept across her face, and gradually moved his fingers away, and the bloody BUG was drank down in an instant.

Wen Xika trembled a few times, and then said: "Later, I thought about it, so what you told us at that time was correct - life has a length, the universe is worthy of awe, and we are drifting in the endless world. In space, it’s really not even as good as a gravel.”

"Wen Chao." Hai Mengyou winked, "Take her to rest."

"I don't rest." Wen Xi poured his wine glass on the table heavily, "Mr. Yulia, do you know why we have failed to log in after so many years?"

Hai Mengyou raised her eyes.

"They, they know that we are humans, they, long, long before we came, knew that they heard the last words of the stars!"

"them?"

Why is it an anthropomorphic term.

Stellar last words... what is it?

She half-closed her eyes, and her black-and-white pupils were full of drunkenness: "The universe is alive, the stars are alive, and the stars we see in the sky are all fucking alive!"

After saying that sentence loudly, Wen Xi actually fell down on the table with her forehead down.

"She didn't drink so badly before." Hai Mengyou shook her head helplessly.

"Maybe it's been suppressed for too long."

Wen Chao pulled away Wen Xi's personal tablet, confirmed from the biological information status that Wen Xi had just fainted, and nodded to Hai Mengyou to reassure him.

Hai Mengyou was also a little absent-minded, he was still thinking about what Wen Xi said before.

"...the universe is alive, the stars are alive, and man was alive

Explosion and chaos are the life of the universe

Fusion and radiation are the echoes of the thinking of the stars

Man sits on the ground and thinks he holds the power of fate

run away, run away

God is far from here

The universe is alive and the stars are whispering

But human beings are completely dead"

Wen Chao's voice was low, and he read this poem like he was dreaming. For some reason, this short poem made Hai Mengyou's spine feel numb for no reason.

Wen Chao said calmly: "This poem is Hai Jiehan's last pen."

Last word? !

Too much time had passed, and he never thought about the possibility that Hai Jiehan was still alive, but hearing the news suddenly still made him a little hard to accept.

His voice was a little stiff: "When did it happen?"

"In 2130, we all thought you died in the Battle of the Heart of the Galaxy. After Lin Zhongshi sent back your cloak, Dean Hai locked himself in the office for several days. We were afraid that something would happen to him, and shouted A few boys from the laboratory came over and slammed the door open."

"He..." Hai Mengyou wanted to ask, but hesitated.

"He's fine." Wen Chao's voice was extremely calm, "I was also there at the time. He was leaning on the table with his back to the door, facing the window, and seemed to be staring at a place far, far away. I called him, but I didn't say anything. After saying a word, Dean Hai waved his hand and let us go out."

The next day, at 07:30 Beijing time, the BBC, CNN, NHK, etc. were hijacked by a signal at the same time. On the screen, Hai Jiehan was holding a small box in his hand, claiming that he had discovered the ultimate "destiny".

"destiny?"

Hai Mengyou frowned. In his impression, his father was a complete scientific supremacist and would never believe in these illusory things.

"Yes, Destiny. A supercomputer that is said to be able to predict all events and eliminate any accidents." Wen Chao said, "Of course he knows that no one will believe him, so he used 'Fate' to do it in front of the whole world. The first prophecy was made—”

"Three days later, the sun is entropy dead."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

After announcing the news, the signal was cut off, and Hai Jiehan completely disappeared from the world—no one knew where he went, let alone whether the "destiny" he said was true.

After the collapse of Southern Europe, the enthusiasm for anti-science has been increasing day by day. After the Battle of the Heart of the Galaxy, the credibility of scientists has almost dropped to a minimum.Coupled with the nonsensical remarks of Shanghai Jiehan, scientists were completely beaten into lunatics, and experts and priests from all walks of life came out to question.

Until three days later, the sun that had been howling and throwing the sun exploded, suddenly misfired.

It got big and dark, and it was June, and Beijing needed heating in the summer.

The sun, which originally had billions of lifespans, quickly entered extinction, exactly as predicted by "fate".

People began to look for him like crazy, Donglian Academy of Sciences, hometown, best friend's house, refuge camp, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world, and no one knew where he was.

For a while, there were all kinds of rumors. Some people said that he had been detained by the Eastern Union, some said that he had been assassinated by the spies of the African Union, and some said that he stumbled and fell when he was investigating the sinkhole in Southern Europe.

"What happened later?" Hai Mengyou asked.

"I was the first person to discover it." Wen Chao pinned a strand of hair behind his ear to stabilize his emotions, "You know, I am a student brought up by Dean Hai. After he left, how many of us A student has made an appointment to clean his office on time every day, and when he comes back, he can use it directly.”

"That morning, as soon as I opened the door, I felt something strange. An indescribable feeling, as if the empty room was crowded with invisible 'things', watching me. I was panicked, Pushing open the window, I suddenly found a piece of paper on the table, and what was written on it was also very funny, it was...how to use CERN's Large Hadron Collider to create a miniature black hole."

As a physicist, Hai Mengyou immediately shook his head: "At the energy level of CERN, this is impossible. Even if it is possible, the scale of the created black hole is too small to be observed, and the impact on the macroscopic world... I am afraid that even soap bubbles If it is worse, it will evaporate immediately."

"The diameter is 10 to the minus 18th power." Wen Chao said, "Your father's answer."

She ran her finger across the rim of the cup, "After reading the answer, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the door slammed shut. Then, behind the door, I found this must-write poem."

"'I go, and science is my final burial place'. Those are the last lines he wrote at the end of the poem."

Hai Mengyou was depressed, he held the short-circuit bomb cocktail that had never been touched, and was silent for a long time.

He tried his best to detach himself from his emotions and focus on specific issues: "I can't figure out, what is the connection between CERN's miniature black holes and fate."

"I didn't figure it out either. Including later, when I was in the Cold Star Academy of Sciences, I tried to analyze the core algorithm of 'fate' countless times, but failed."

"—Later, after Dean Hai left, the Norns Company claimed that your father had sold 'Fate' to them, and the final solution calculated by 'Fate' was space immigration. At that time, Nornes borrowed you Regarding the matter of my father, he advocated the Destiny Great Immigration Plan in every possible way, and the slogan he played was - 'Let fate break fate'."

No matter how Hai Mengyou heard it, she felt that it was full of loopholes.

First of all, Hai Jiehan is not someone who will cooperate with commercial companies at all; second, if there is a "fate" project, it must be something at the level of national defense or even a community of destiny, how can it bypass the government and commercialize it casually; This matter allowed Knowns to handle the immigration plan.

"Mr. Yulia... I'm really sorry for you." Wen Xi started talking again, she kept repeating that I was not capable enough, that I made Night Singer like this, I'm really sorry.

Hai Mengyou lowered her head: "You can take her to have a rest, or use refreshing data stream to wash her neural network."

"No, no need."

Han Qingshu stood at the door, and he saluted Hai Mengyou first: "Han Qingshu, chief engineer of the Yingtianjian Research Institute of the Night Singer, report to the captain!"

Hai Mengyou nodded slightly, motioning for him to come in.

Han Qingshu strode forward and said, "She's just too tired—she, an old alcoholic, has never had a glass of wine since you left, and her heart is full of Night Singer."

He sat down next to Wen Xi: "After you leave, I'll tell you what happened on the Night Singer."

Han Qingshu pulled the personal tablet from his left wrist and connected it to the stereo in the room.A deafening noise burst out, Wen Xi heard the beginning, and was annoyed: "Isn't this a bunch of noise?"

Hai Mengyou could hear some clues.

There is a lot of agitation hidden in these background noises, like some kind of deformed drumbeat, or like the heartbeat of a giant, empty and deep, and every sound seems to hit the depths of his soul.

He asked, "...cosmic monitoring?"

In fact, all celestial bodies are constantly emitting radio waves. Many radio astronomers not only use radio telescopes to "see", but also use traditional "listening". However, listening to radio waves is too boring and difficult to produce results. , Now it is basically processed by the computer, and this kind of "listening" method is almost invisible.

"Yes. This is the cosmic monitoring signal when we plan to land on the candidate planet 01832." He cut to the next recording, "This is the cosmic monitoring signal when we landed on 02347."

Wen Chao was terribly annoyed by the noise: "Aren't they exactly the same!"

Hai Mengyou looked up suddenly: "How far is the distance between the two planets?"

The electromagnetic waves of each star, like the "fingerprint" of the star, should be different.But these two recordings are exactly the same!

He speculated that the distance between the two stars was too close, and there was an error in monitoring, otherwise there should not be exactly the same electromagnetic waves.

"1.08 million kilometers." Han Qingshu said, "I'm sure the source of the signal is not mistaken. Because after we discovered this, we heard the same signal again before the next landing."

"Not only next time." Han Qingshu projected the densely packed star map into the air, "Every time this signal appears, we will mark it on the star map, so..."

The entire star map is shining brightly, every star is shining.

"The signal followed us all the way, on every star, star, and even meteorite we encountered."

"Do you know what it feels like?" Han Qingshu laughed at himself, "You walk in the crowd, and everyone is passing the same sentence to each other, looking at you, laughing at you, but you have no idea what they are laughing at."

Wen Chao: "What is this news?"

"One of our linguists who has studied Sumerian woke up from hibernation, and he said that the language structure of this message is very similar to Sumerian, and he deciphered this sentence with half-calculation and half-guessing. "

Han Qingshu was silent for a moment, before he spoke: "'Humans kill galaxies and imprison stars, they are not worthy of landing'!"

No one spoke in the room for a while.

Wen Chao suddenly remembered a line in that poem: "'Fusion and radiation are the echoes of the thoughts of the stars'... Could it be that the stars really whisper?"

Hai Mengyou lowered her eyelashes quietly, and smiled very lightly: "All the stars can whisper, is Dean Wen's next step to believe in God?"

Wen Chao gave a fake cough in embarrassment.

He changed the subject: "Besides, even if it is, humans have landed on Cold Star now, which shows that what the stars said is wrong!"

For a moment, Han Qingshu seemed to be supported by someone powerfully—the backbone has really returned.

Han Qingshu's expression eased a lot: "You are right. We are indeed too pessimistic and give up too easily. At that time, as soon as the information was released, most of the crew members were completely disappointed in finding a habitable planet. We held a meeting to discuss it. We planned to return. As a result, on the way, we found a signal, which was different from all radio signals, fixed frequency, fixed wavelength, non-stop persistent transmission, and a signal that could be decoded with the simplest Morse code."

"'Hope0001'."

Hai Mengyou's heart tightened.

"We are Cold Star following this signal. At first, we all thought that the whole planet was built by Hope or you. This four-layer silicon crystal drive structure, neural lace... is obviously a son of the Nightsinger Mission. After landing, we organized people to find you and Hope, but we didn't find anyone."

"You can probably guess what happened next. We slowly got our identities and settled down. Some people even sneaked into Norns. It was these people who sneaked in who told me—a strange light appeared near the dome Qiu, Wen Xi and I planned to go to the scene to see it in person, and that day, we met you—"

His words suddenly stopped, and the siren suddenly sounded in the house!

Yellow light flickered throughout the room.Red Heart Shaoxian Dui's Good Reading

This is the mood scale warning. As long as someone's mood scale is below 30 in the room, the walls of the room will immediately light up and strobe, and an alarm will be sent to the system. If the person's mood scale is below 20, there will be a promise immediately Erns robot came to collect him.

Wen Chao immediately looked at his left wrist and announced the value of the emotional scale: "40."

Han Qingshu: "50."

Hai Mengyou's emotional scale has been extremely stable, so obviously, the only thing that caused the alarm is——

"Wen Xi, Wen Xi!"

Wen Chao desperately shook her several times, and she babbled, as if immersed in boundless pain.

"Give way."

Hai Mengyou quickly got a few large doses of 18 peptides and injected them intravenously, but Wen Xi's mood gauge kept going down like a landslide, and the strobe alarm lights in the room had already disappeared. It started to turn from yellow to red, which means that she is about to approach the 20 warning line.

"I'll take her to find an influencer now." Wen Chaoteng stood up, "I know there is one within half an hour's drive. If I drive fast, I can still get there before it drops to 20!"

Hai Mengyou quickly said, "I'll drive."

Everyone rushed to carry Wen Xi to the door. As soon as they reached the door, they heard a ding dong—the doorbell rang just at this time!

The three of them looked at each other, it was almost late at night, who would come to the door at this time?

Holographic projection access control is more expensive, Wen Chao didn't pretend, Hai Mengyou took a step forward, and opened the door.

Jiang Yichou stood in the cold wind outside the door, the tip of his nose was slightly red from the cold.