This Game Is Too Realistic

All the design ideas of No. 100 Vault are to serve the reconstruction of the surface. For this reason, the entire Vault has designed an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night, and the vast majority of residents live in the residential area of ​​the tube structure.

Now it has become a nest of ghost-faced beetles.

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

Otherwise, the players of the alliance would probably be cracked by tens of thousands of ghost-faced worms the first time they entered the refuge.

A search of Vault 100 was not immediately launched.

The darkest thing I did was to reorganize the 100 reinforcements that the spring brought from the surface, let Kakarot lead 60 people to set up light machine guns on the edge of the patio, and bring 20 strength and physique with me. Brothers from the department put on the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.

Bell, who was riding a quadruped robot, followed him all the time, watching everyone throw the cable towards the elevator shaft, and stepped into the elevator shaft with one leg first.

I was most startled by its sudden movement, but soon found that it didn't fall in, but was firmly on the wall.

The soles of the four legs seem to be coated with some kind of special absorbent material, which can climb straight up and down in an almost vertical elevator shaft.

There's something about your mount.

Looking at this little thing in surprise, I stretched out my right hand toward it the darkest, trying to see if it could hook itself.

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

Don't try, I can't carry you, you'd better pay attention to your feet, the more you go down, the more cute things will be.

I subconsciously turned on the flashlight, but fortunately there was no ghost-faced insect on the vertical wall of the well.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he gave the guy riding on the back of the spider robot a hard look, and while he was alert to the danger in the dark, he dragged the rope and slid down the elevator shaft.

Finally arrived at the B40 floor.

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

The moment the door was opened, the sound of wings vibrating immediately rushed to the face.

Tch-tch--

day!

I was so frightened that I shuddered. While kicking my legs and swinging back, I grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and fired suddenly.

Dozens of ghost-faced worms died instantly, but it was inevitable that a few fish that slipped through the net rushed into the elevator shaft.

In order to prevent the bouncing bullets from hurting their own people, the players who descended with me immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the ghost-faced insects that rushed nearby.

One thing to say is that the aggressiveness of this bug is indeed not ordinary, and the puncture needles on the abdomen are the same as nail guns.

However, when it comes to the turtle shell-level defense of the K-10 iron wall exoskeleton, the needles made of chitin are still a little bit interesting.

This thing is actually not as difficult to deal with as imagined, it's just a little disgusting.

After taking off the bug that was shaking the thorns like Teddy on the helmet, a certain power-type animal knocked it against the wall with disgust, smashing it into a pool of dark green slurry.

Another player next to him wiped the slime off his dagger and laughed and teased.

No, our captain's san value is almost gone.

Hahaha.

Shut up and do your work.

I rolled my eyes most black, swung my right fist forward, and led the nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door one after another.

The shells and dark metabolites of bugs can be seen everywhere in the corridor.

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

I most blackly made a forward gesture, then reached out and pressed on the helmet.

The warehouse on the B40 floor is handed over to us...Brother Chao, you will continue down with the others and go to the B51 floor to recover the materials.

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 down with Ten Fist Man, and I, the darkest, 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.

The bell riding on the quadruped robot thought for a while, then climbed into the corridor on the B40 floor, and followed along the ceiling above everyone's heads.

I didn't care about it the darkest, and shot and killed the ghost-faced insects that spread their wings and tried to pounce on them from time to time, while carefully checking every corner of the corridor.

Several lights here are broken.

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

The troublesome thing is that since the corridor of the main road is almost blocked by bunkers and remains of arthropods, they can only bypass the suspected residential area.

After stepping over an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed a teddy bear lying on the side wall. The teddy bear was broken in two.

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

The player behind him clicked his tongue.

The fighting here is quite intense.

Several other players also muttered quietly.

Is it to compete for the black box?

It's not like...

I don't feel like the darkest.

If it was to fight for the black box, there was no need to expand the firefighting area to a distance of 200 meters from the warehouse entrance, and there was no need to sweep every room one by one.

It doesn't look like it's fighting for anything at all.

On the contrary, it seems to be cleaning up something.

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

Speaking of which, why did you design the shelter as a hollow well in the middle? Wouldn't it save more space to make it a solid structure?

Following the bell above everyone's head, he said slowly.

Vault 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. From the day it was designed, it has already decided its fate to be swept into the garbage dump. Just like a chicken will peck its eggshell eventually, If it doesn't, it never sees the real sun.

I am the darkest: Does this have any connection?

The bell let out a sharp laugh.

Of course there is. The huge patio structure is prepared for the day when it falls. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, the 'tree' will actively blow up the dome, allowing the upper structure to fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure. forming an upward opening.

In this way, this refuge will become a natural foundry well, eating up the garbage on top of our heads.

Hearing this amazing design idea, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The foundry well?

There was a hint of pride in the sound of the bell.

That's right, the well that casts everything, this is a vertical production base. In the envisioned plan, raw materials flow from the well head to the bottom of the well like a waterfall, and become what we need at the moment of landing, and then sent by the elevator To the surface. And in the final stage of the plan, we will use it to make a starship whose size almost matches the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up with the footsteps of the Reach and colonize more distant worlds.

I looked up at it in the darkest stupefaction.

You've even planned for this kind of thing.

Bell said with a slightly teasing tone.

Of course, after all, 'Tree' is omnipotent. It can formulate plans for a thousand years later, but it's a pity that most people can't keep up with its rhythm.

I am the darkest: ...

A player complained incredulously.

I thought it was just nuclear engineers who lived here.

Bell laughed.

Nuclear engineers? Ah... Of course there are, but what kind of fusion reactor needs 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life here, as well as their descendants.

I asked most subconsciously. Where are they?

For some reason, Ling Dang suddenly closed his mouth. Although it soon opened up the chatterbox again, he changed the topic to other things in spite of himself.

I always feel that 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 ten-fist superman's intermittent voice came from the communication channel.

The VM in the administrator's office has been recovered... Damn, there must be at least a few hundred bugs here, how long are you guys still with?

I took a darkest look at the map on the VM, and the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.

According to the monitoring screen provided by the manager, there are about thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.

We're almost there, too.

Ten Fists: Need help?

I took a darkest 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 bugs.

Ten Fist Superman: Okay, be careful yourself... We have already copied the data in the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, there is still some time. We plan to go to the B100 floor to see the 'branch line'.

The control of the shelter has been taken by the manager before they stepped here, and this is why they can maintain communication with the outside world in the shelter.

As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the server in the shelter, all information including the administrator's log can be synchronized to the outside.

It's just that what confuses me the most is that the manager of Vault 100 is obviously not human, so why there is such a thing as a VM (Vital Signs Monitor).

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

Too strange.

But in any case, getting the black box is the most important thing.

... Received, B100 floor will be handed over to you, and you should be careful. After saying something 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 small players of the Storm Corps are still digging graves in the ruins of shelter No. 100 underground in the Fourth New District.

At this moment, Chu Guang, who was watching the screen from far away in Camp No. 101, had already obtained the logs recovered from the manager's office by his little players through Xiao Qi.

Unlike the managers' logs recovered from other shelters, the logs of Vault 100 are more like the last words attached to the TV box than personal colorful last words, and no one will read them carefully at all. instruction booklet.

The beginning of the log briefly explained the functions of No. 100 Vault, including the management authority held by Tree, including the resources enjoyed by No. 100 Vault and the obligations that need to be undertaken, as well as the rules that all residents need to abide by, etc.

Chu Guang briefly glanced at the cumbersome content, extracted some key points from it, and roughly understood the rules of the game of No. 100 shelter.

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

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

The number of the latter is mainly determined by the number of residents in the refuge. Except for the initial 300 supervisors, every 100 new residents will automatically generate a supervisor quota.

The goal of Vault 100 is clear, to implement a wasteland reconstruction plan after sixty-three years of closure.

While it is true that sheltering survivors should a nuclear strike be detected is part of the plan, the shelter does not include an obligation to save anyone.

It is precisely because of this that the starting point of Vault 100 is almost the opposite of the overloaded Vault 117.

Tree did not hesitate to implement the established asylum procedure. After completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, the Supervisor expelled all the residents who did not have a number outside the gate.

From the warehouse system, it was possible to retrieve the inventory retrieval records of the anesthesia guns on the day the shelter was closed. Obviously, the process of deportation was not peaceful.

However, it was not a peaceful era at all, and it was meaningless to discuss this in itself.

The 30,000 residents spent three anxious days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in a nuclear war. It will take at least sixty-three years for the outside world to become habitable again.

When he saw this, Chu Guang had a little doubt.

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

The war lasted not just three days, but three full years.

Until the end of the three-year war and the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the world has not really become a wasteland, and the organizations and institutions of the People's Federation are still doing their best to operate.

But soon, his confusion was answered.

This is also part of the tree decision.

A supervisor with a biometric number registered as Craig left three lines of comments next to this message.

[This is the most wise decision, the Great Tree only used three sentences to convince the restless residents. At its will, we showed the residents evidence of the end of the world, showing them the hellish scene of a nuclear-struck Clear Springs city. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic fantasies and accepted the fact that there were unpalatable biscuits, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and no more android minions to wait on them. 】

[The only thing that confuses me is how hard the crackers and freeze-dried vegetables are, what the hell did they eat before? It's a pity that Tree 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 on this road full of thorns, we can only believe sincerely. 】

Craig.

Chu Guang recited the name softly, suddenly thought of something, and said, Xiao Qi, help me get this person's information.

okay!

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on her shoulders, responded vigorously, 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 the entry time in the file.

According to records in the archives, he was awarded the position of supervisor in the year 53 of the Wasteland Era, when he was only 24 years old.

What's interesting is that this time point happened to be the second year after the water from Xizhou Lake poured into the tunnel, and the climate on the wasteland had already shown signs of recovery, and there were only seven years left before the shelter was unsealed.

The days are slowly getting better.

There are new supervisors on duty, indicating that the number of residents in the refuge is also increasing, and the environment here should not be particularly bad.

Out of curiosity about the past of this refuge, Chu Guang shifted his attention from the report of Tree to the supervisor named Craig, and asked Xiao Qi to help with these things added later, They were sorted out in chronological order and compared with the contents of the manager's log.

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

【... The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical figure, especially the material needs of the residents in the Prosperous Era are beyond our imagination at the moment. The Great Tree can take care of their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign each of them a separate health assistant. We can only lower their expectations for the future, and then let them slowly adapt to the new life. 】

【So my grandpa, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used those exiled people to warn the lucky ones who stayed behind. Vault 100 has no obligation to take anyone in. It belongs to everyone who suffers, but not Anyone. If you don't want to struggle as hard as those poor people curled up in the garbage dumps in the subway station, you must obey the orders of the tree unconditionally, and obey our orders unconditionally. 】

[In the first 50 years, we have made great achievements. The correctness of the great tree and our piety have withstood the test of time. The Crackling we created can recover almost all metabolites completely. Robots and weeter-style engineering armor can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, replacing those engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter for difficult construction, and this is something that even the great tree has never expected. 】

[Facts have proved that our creativity is enough to shock the AI ​​of the Prosperous Era! If it had a chin. 】

[Please don’t laugh out loud, I’m serious about this matter, you who were born with hundreds of colonized planets must not experience the embarrassment of lack of resources. It’s as if tens of thousands of people are crowded into an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone’s food and drink, at least so that the living standards of most people will not drop too quickly. And even in such a desperate situation, we still created a series of incredible technological achievements. 】

[To this day, I still remember how joyful I was on the day I became a supervisor. This kind of joy is like a child growing up overnight and becoming the omnipotent hero in the stories he has read since he was a child. Soon, like my parents, I will lead those smart and capable residents to create more, greater and more incredible miracles. 】

[However, there always seems to be discrepancies between reality and ideals. Those smart residents think they are more intelligent than trees. They don't respect us as supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us trees Humans,” saying that we don’t resemble humans at all except that we look like humans. 】

[Actually, thinking about it carefully, maybe since then, I should have noticed where the real problem is. In fact, we drew a clear line with them early on, since a long time ago we and those worker ants were not the same kind of people at all. 】

【This refuge is like a prison. The term of the worker ants is sixty-three years, but our sentence is forever. The status of supervisor is bestowed on us by the shelter, we do the most dirty work, and enjoy some special treatment. However, once this refuge fulfills its mission and collapses at the end like it was designed, everything will disappear in smoke]

[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 how anxious we are when the 63-year deadline is getting closer. And when the water of Xizhou Lake overflowed into the subway station and flooded to the edge of the gate, what joy we felt in our hearts. We have perfected this refuge so that it can exist forever, and it will be more perfect in the future, and we just need to be like those cunning worker ants, use the BUG that tree has never imagined, let it determine the time to open the refuge. Follow along. 】

[In fact, we have succeeded by extending the period of sixty-three years to seventy years. Before we find a way to escape, we will try to extend this time as much as possible. It is best to turn this number into forever. But at that time, we didn't expect that the obedient worker ants would react so strongly, and even planted poisonous needles under the belly of the cute Kobang, and changed the weeter-style pincers into shields and blades . 】

[An absurd farce broke out, and everyone was unexpected, but thinking about it carefully, we may be the most absurd one. We've been so caught up in the daily crises of managing the Vault that we've completely forgotten what the Vault is for. 】

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

[I can't go out anymore. 】

【——Craig, it's a pity that I didn't get to meet the poor man in the new world, the last prison guard in prison No. 100, and the tree man who survived to the end. 】

After reading the notes left by Craig to the end, Chu Guang couldn't help being dumbfounded for a while.

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

At this moment, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly gave a light snort.

……strangeness.

Looking up from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.

what happened again?

This shelter always has some malfunctions from time to time, this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.

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

The failure shows that the communication module is overloaded, the data we transmitted triggered a certain threshold, and the connection between Vault 100 and the outside world was cut off for protection... But this is very strange, the amount of data we use is not very large, unless someone deliberately That threshold was set very low.

The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, let alone radiate tiny electromagnetic waves.

The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to the outside radio station, and must exchange information with the outside world through a dedicated channel.

It doesn't matter whether the door is closed or not.

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

Simply put, their signal is suspected to be artificially cut off.

Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.

good guy...

Come again!

——

(Thanks to the leader of Chicken Nest Candy DE for the reward!!!)