This Game Is Too Realistic

Vault 100, Floor B40.

The team led by me, the darkest, finally passed through the mountains of obstacles and metabolites, and arrived at the dust-free warehouse where the black boxes were stored.

Looking at the task coordinates close at hand on the map, all players breathed a sigh of relief.

The straight-line distance of less than 200 meters is longer than a one-kilometer cross-country trip, especially when the bugs that suddenly emerge from the shadows challenge their SAN value from time to time.

I'm going to open the door.

I was the darkest leaning against the side of the warehouse door. I made a gesture with my teammates leaning on the other side, and then punched the mechanical button that manually opened the movable door.

Accompanied by the sound of air leakage, dry air was blown out from the door, blowing away the dust sticking to the crack of the door.

A few gun barrels quickly entered the door, and the light of the flashlight quickly scanned every corner of the dark room. While confirming that there was no threat, a trace of surprise floated on my darkest face.

He originally thought that there would be strict protection here, and he was even prepared for a hard fight, but the actual situation was completely opposite to what he imagined.

Bell, who was following behind everyone, teased unceremoniously.

Positive pressure sealing is the basic configuration of a clean room. I thought you should know when you see the wind blowing out. It is impossible for unclean dirt to get in here.

After finishing speaking, it crawled into the house on its own, operated the spider robot to stretch out a leg, and pressed a switch on the inside of the wall.

White light illuminates the entire dark room.

I turned off the tactical flashlight in the darkest embarrassment, and pressed the muzzle of the gun in my hand.

Strange……

Where did the feeling of inexplicable uneasiness come from just now?

However, the weird feeling in his heart didn't last long, and was replaced by the ensuing surprise almost instantly.

In the wide warehouse, on the side near the freight elevator, there are boxy black boxes of various sizes standing impressively.

Seeing those black boxes, the eyes of the players who followed me the darkest instantly flashed green, and they all let out cries of surprise.

Fuck! One, two, three... twenty-nine!?

Awesome!

Although the current version of the black box does not support private possession by players, every time a new black box is recovered, all players on the entire server will benefit from it.

All the novelties produced by the black box can be purchased with silver coins, and the things that can be purchased will become cheaper or lower the purchase threshold because of the newly unlocked black box.

And even putting aside these impacts on the overall strength of the alliance, individual players will get rich silver coins and contribution points for recycling the black boxes.

The only uncertainty now is how many of these black boxes are still usable.

The peak population of Shelter 100 reached over 80,000, and the consumption of supplies was no less than that of ordinary settlements.

A dust-free working environment and professionally trained operators can extend the life of a black box, but the life of any black box is not permanent.

All I can do now is pray that these treasures of pre-war civilization will not be ruined by the residents of Vault 100.

Otherwise they would have nothing to waste!

Leaving five teammates guarding the door, I took the remaining four into the warehouse the darkest, and confirmed the function of the black box through the translator on the VM.

It doesn't matter if you don't need a translator.

The design concept of the black box itself assumes that the user is completely illiterate. Even a completely illiterate gorilla can make it play its due role according to the illustrations printed on the black box.

After some careful inspection, there were a total of twenty-nine black boxes, and there were still twenty-two that could function normally.

But what is surprising is that all the broken ones are small, worthless and replaceable parts such as the luminous panels of the dome and the filter elements of the ventilation system, but almost all of the really valuable big ones remain.

Among them, the most surprising thing for the players is undoubtedly the black box for the production of Type 5 Light Cavalry and Type 6 Heavy Cavalry exoskeletons!

These two sets of police equipment are not only handsome in appearance, but also have excellent comprehensive performance. Although they are not suitable for high-intensity battlefields, they are not a big problem!

Welding a steel plate on the chest is OK!

Due to many advantages, these two sets of equipment have always been limited in quantity, and only a small amount is released every time the version is updated.

At present, only the Enlightenment faction in the entire wasteland has installed these two pre-war equipment on a large scale.

I still remember the battle in the Great Desert before. The alliance seized two hundred sets of Five Styles from the Enlightenment Society at a time, which made the managers very happy.

If these two black boxes are moved back, can't the favorability of the faction boss go to the sky? !

Let's see who dares to say that I have a dark face in the future!

However, the most surprising thing is not just the black boxes that produce the Type 5 and Type 6 exoskeletons, but the two big guys that are placed closest to the freight elevator.

One is a plasma engine that can produce 50 tons of high thrust, and the other is an aviation-grade metal-hydrogen battery that can store hydrogen up to 10 tons!

I finally understood the functions of these two black boxes, and I muttered to myself most blackly.

Good guy! This time I have to open the eyes of Brother Mosquito's little ass!

Previously, the Alliance had recovered the technology related to the big plane from the wreckage of the Enterprise Killer Whale transport plane, but it hadn't fully understood it until now.

Even after the alliance absorbed the engineers of the giant stone military industry, the technical gap among them was prohibitively large.

Based on the production conditions of Jushi Military Industry, the maximum thrust provided by a single plasma engine is only about five tons, which is the same level as the helicopter propeller before the era of prosperity.

As for the killer whale transport plane, a large aircraft with a take-off weight of over 100 tons, there is no need to think about it. Twenty plasma engines produced by Jushi Military Industry must be connected in series!

Now with these two black boxes, plus the electronic control system recovered from the killer whale transport plane, the Alliance can also build a large plasma aviation aircraft of its own!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most lucrative grave-digging operation that the Alliance has gained from the relics of the pre-war era after Vault 79! !

These two black boxes have hardly been used. After all, there is no need for such a powerful engine and battery in the shelter, and there are not so many surplus materials. My master was optimistic that the future of opening this coffin in the future People will regard it as an antique collection, but it seems...you are really not kidding, not only do you not have a hundred colonized planets, you have not even flown out of the atmosphere.

Seeing the darkest expression on my face that has never seen the world, the bell who walked to his side made complaints slowly.

But I didn't feel offended at all, instead I laughed and mocked back.

What about you? You didn't even go out of the house.

Bell let out a giggle.

That's hard to say.

Seeing its weird smile, I couldn't help being slightly alert.

What's the meaning.

Not paying attention to his vigilant expression, Ling Dang spoke slowly in a storytelling tone.

Didn't you say before that you saw Gabeng outside? It's the ghost-faced worms you mentioned. This shows that they succeeded in the end. Hahaha, they are really a group of persevering people. No wonder my master admires them so much.

Bell seems to be in a good mood.

If there is such a thing as emotion in this AI.

I was the darkest but stunned.

Success... what do you mean?

It's literally, Bell said with a smile in a relaxed tone, Although they didn't open the door of the shelter, they still managed to leave this prison. It's a pity, but my master is dead, otherwise he will definitely be with you I laughed out loud too.

The door to the shelter was not opened.

But left from the shelter?

I looked at the bell making a metal friction like laughter with the darkest incomprehension.

Is there another exit from this shelter?

Can such a thing be done?

Why do you ask such a question? Bell giggled, They have lived in the shelter for more than fifty years! Most of them have been in the shelter since they were born! They are familiar with every light bulb here Even every screw, as long as they can read and write, they can recite the rules of the shelter... For them, it is easier than breathing to find the loopholes in this shelter.

I am the darkest and can't help but dumbfounded.

He originally thought that the defense of the shelter was absolute, but when he thought about it carefully, defense and destruction were relative concepts.

How could there be something truly unbreakable in this world?

Even if it is a wall that can defend against nuclear strikes, it will take 10,000 years to chisel it with an awl. What's more, people here have a sharper weapon than an awl-knowledge.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, and the hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.

What do you mean, those bugs...

If the window in the cell is not big enough, then amputate the arm, and if amputating the arm is not enough, then just send the head out... the ventilation system? What a 'brilliant' idea.

The bell clicked his tongue twice, and said to himself, but the metal sound that was still relaxed and happy a second ago, now has a touch of loneliness.

Or sorry.

Listening to its monologue, I finally understood everything.

Why did this guy change the subject without talking about it when I asked it before, where did those people go...

To escape from this prison.

After equipping Cracking with weapons, they turned themselves into Cracking, and through persistent efforts, they drilled a crack in the ventilation system of this shelter just enough for them to leave. , finally successfully escaped from prison.

They had left this Vault many years ago.

The ghost-faced insects active outside the shelter are the most direct evidence.

Although it can still be called them, it is hard to say how much of the souls of the residents they carry.

At least none of the bugs I've encountered outside looked like nuclear engineers or biologists.

Thinking of the beehive tower in the courtyard that was piled up with sloughed carapaces, I managed to squeeze out a word from my mouth the darkest.

So... that conflict in the past was won by the majority of the residents of the shelter?

Win? A little confused by this sentence, Bell turned round and glanced at him, Do you think someone won?

I took a deep breath and changed the question.

Then... what about the supervisors here? Where did they go?

Bell smiled and said lightly.

Ah, they, except for my master, all the supervisors who survived the disaster returned to the embrace of the tree. I haven't seen them later, maybe they are still remembering the past on some circuit board, maybe they are with those bugs. The same has left here, who knows? I'm just a museum tour guide.

I stared at it darkest.

The embrace of a tree?

Bell said in a teasing tone.

That's right, they think they are from the great tree, and they should be buried under the tree's roots... This may be a bit difficult for you to understand. In short, they uploaded their minds to the server of the shelter and gave up their physical bodies , and this sanctuary is forever integrated.

However, my master doesn't think they succeeded. He thinks that they committed suicide collectively after leaving a memory, and he chose to end his life in a human way.

When talking about this, Ling Dang opened up the chatterbox, telling everything that happened more than a hundred years ago.

Due to the lack of resources and unbalanced distribution, the conflict between the tree man and the worker ants has accumulated for a long time. Even though the living standards of both parties continue to decline, the tree man, as a part of the tree sensor module, has declined. will still be slightly slower.

The trigger for the crisis was the climate recovery event of Year 50 of the Wasteland Era.

In the fifth year after the disintegration of the War Construction Committee, signs of climate recovery gradually appeared in the wasteland. With the enthusiasm for rebuilding the wasteland and yearning for a better life, the residents of Vault 100 re-emerged the thoughts of the Prosperous Era , while preparing for returning to the surface, an autonomous industry committee of workers and engineers was formed, intending to say goodbye to the past after returning to the surface, stuffing everything in Vault 100 into a coffin and burying it in the soil.

However, the sixty-three-year deadline has not yet arrived, and the behavior of the worker ants made the tree people feel panic.

They have been pruning the branches and leaves of this great tree meticulously all their lives, performing their duties as defenders of order, and blocking the ant nests that worker ants drilled on the trunk.

Even if the fate of the tree's final collapse is set from the beginning, it will end the mission of the sanctuary after fulfilling its duty of protection, and become a casting well to continue to contribute to the rebirth of human civilization. However, the treant does not want to Their mission also collapsed along with the big tree.

They tried to solicit the opinions of the worker ants, hoping to keep it for the sake of the tree's hard work for so many years.

This is not very difficult, any artificially designed rules have loopholes, as long as you look patiently, you will be able to find them.

To activate the dome’s self-destruct procedure, one condition needs to be met—that is, the number of detectable residents in the shelter remains below 5,000 people per day for 180 consecutive days, or remains below 3,000 people within 24 hours.

Only under such circumstances, the Great Tree will determine that the residents of Vault 100 no longer need to rely on its guidance, they have the ability to live beyond their own sensors, and it will use the remaining resources to send their children our last leg.

However, they can also take advantage of this in turn.

As long as the worker ants stay with them, make sure at least five thousand people live in Vault 100, make Vault 100 think its children still need it, so it won't leave them.

However, this commanding request was mercilessly rejected by the happy worker ants.

Almost all self-government committees refuse to communicate with the tree people on this matter.

This is a matter of course.

The worker ants have endured the tree's cold and ruthless orders for too long, even if they know in their hearts that it is necessary for survival, they have no reason to keep it after everything is no longer needed.

Let it die with this shelter.

It was part of its destiny to become a foundry well.

The refuge should not be the end of human civilization. The ultimate fate of any refuge is to be demolished and used as raw materials for reconstruction.

As for the tree people, if they are so reluctant to part with it, then go down with it.

Perhaps it was the tough attitude of the worker ants that made the tree people feel the threat of liquidation. The tree people interfered with the organizations formed spontaneously by the worker ants, including not limited to cutting off water and electricity, cutting off supplies, and doing their best to give these organizations as much as the rules allow. activities create trouble.

Although the contradictions between the two sides have intensified, they have been restrained so far.

But what really ignited the fuse was an incident outside the shelter.

In the 52nd year of the Wasteland Era, the climate recovery lasted for two years, and the ice of Xizhou Lake loosened earlier than the gate of No. 100 shelter.

Melting snow and spreading lake water poured into the deserted urban area of ​​Xizhou City, and even poured into the underground traffic tunnels.

The worker ants proud of the spring breeze showed a trace of panic. Although the climate recovery is a happy thing, if the ice caps and snow on the surface continue to melt, their refuge may not be able to wait until 60 years of the Wasteland Era. Soak in water.

Some people think that the door should be opened immediately, let at least some people go out, and reinforce the area where backwatering may occur.

However, it is useless for the residents of the shelter to wish to do so, and the tree people must convey this appeal to the manager of the shelter—the AI ​​named Tree.

Of course, it was impossible for the tree people to do this. Instead of causing them to panic, the lake water pouring into the tunnel made them overjoyed, who were frowning.

Even though some supervisors believed that they should cooperate with the residents to fill in the gap that anyone with a discerning eye could see, most supervisors still made a decision in line with their own butts—weakened the crisis that might flood the shelter into one A negligible drizzle.

As long as the tree is convinced that its designer has considered the possibility of Xizhou Lake water being poured into the tunnel, and there is no need to make any superfluous additions to the already perfect rules, then it will continue to implement the original rules according to the established rules. plan of.

This can even be used in reverse to make the tree wrongly judge that the speed of climate recovery has exceeded expectations, so that wrong decisions can be made based on wrong feedback factors, and the closure period will continue to be extended.

So sixty-three years became seventy years.

Although it has only been seven years, for the ninety-year-old first-generation residents, this will mean that their funeral will be held in the shelter, and perhaps they will never be able to see the huge gear-shaped gate The day it opened.

For the youthful refuge resident, these seven years may mean that his youth will be exhausted in the refuge, and the life plans of the past few years and the preparations for rebuilding the wasteland will all become a wasteland. chicken feathers.

After all, the shelter for 80,000 people is still too small, and the space of shelter 100 is too crowded. Any slight emotion may become explosives stuffed into the powder keg.

The first riot broke out quickly and ended with the deaths of 879 ordinary residents and 37 overseers.

The blood temporarily calmed everyone down.

All the dead bodies were put into the nutrient recovery unit and turned into fertilizer and nutrients for the ecological cycle.

Although some shelter residents had died naturally before, and their remains would be recovered by the shelter's ecological cycle system, this was without a doubt the most.

So much so that most people who didn't want to know are forced to know where their food comes from.

Then there were rumors that the supervisor's body was not sent to the nutrient recovery unit, but was secretly cremated by their family members.

No matter how much the tree people deny it, it has lost its meaning.

Under the development that everyone could foresee, the conflict between tree people and worker ants was further intensified.

In the 56th year of the Wasteland Era, the lake had almost flooded the gate of the refuge. Just when the tree people were planning to sink the refuge into the water forever, the second organized uprising broke out.

The engineers of the Biological Research Station spent three years modifying the genes of Gabang, and the staff of the farm released them through deliberate illegal operations, which attracted the attention of the tree people. While the tree people were jumping up and down to wipe out the bugs, all the workshops in the entire refuge started an uprising almost at the same time.

Since the battle involved a lot of mechanical equipment and even biological weapons, the aftereffects of this riot also exceeded everyone's expectations.

A total of more than 77,000 people disappeared or died in the riots, including 645 supervisors.

In the end, there were only 111 surviving supervisors, and the owner of the bell, the supervisor named Craig, was among them.

The battle between the two sides is not limited to gun battles and scuffling with engineering equipment, but also includes a series of regular weapons.

For example, during the battle, the tree man tried to use the power of the tree to throw hypnotic gas into the densely populated residential area of ​​worker ants to suppress the riots.

It's just that the worker ants in charge of overhauling the exhaust pipes saw through their plan in advance, and used a few milligrams of ozone to fool the air detection device in the residential area, passively activated the ventilation system in the shelter, and discharged the gas into the waste soil.

Seeing that all hope is about to be lost, the worker ants also tried to use the power of the rules to transfer some residents to the cold storage where food is stored, trying to deceive the life detection device of the shelter, and reach the 24-hour shelter within 24 hours without going out. The self-destruct condition of the dome with less than 3,000 people in the middle of the earth will lift off the roof of the shelter.

However, their plan was quickly discovered by the tree people.

Seeing the detectable life signal in the shelter drop at an unbelievable speed, the treants crazily unplugged the power supply - taking advantage of a loophole they discovered long ago but hadn't fixed, to make the fusion reactor in the shelter actively overload and shut down.

I'm afraid the designers of Vault 100 didn't expect that people will play so big after fifty years.

But thanks to this hole card, Vault 100 did not become a reservoir in 56 Years of the Wasteland Era.

However, it was precisely because they cut off the power that more than 50,000 residents who did not die in the battle eventually died in the cold storage.

The number of surviving residents in the entire shelter is less than 3,000 people. It is impossible for the treants to activate the reactor, which would cause the entire shelter to collapse within 24 hours.

And those who survived couldn't reproduce quickly to 5,000 people within 180 days. Even if they abandoned ethics and routine in order to survive, it would take ten months for a newborn to be born.

Not to mention that the chemical battery is only enough to keep the ventilation system running, and the crunching that spread to the entire shelter is taking up their only survival resources.

As Bell said, no one won this war, and it wasn't even over at all.

After suffering heavy casualties, the tree man has given up reconciliation with the worker ants, and the worker ants did not expect the tree man to sacrifice himself to fulfill them.

The two sides moved in the area they controlled, truce in complete silence, licking their wounds, waiting for the other to lose its last breath.

Until the 61st year of the Wasteland Era, the last sign of life conforming to human characteristics disappeared from the shelter, and this shelter completely became a cramping world.

And the last sign of life that disappeared was Craig.

That is the owner of the bell.

...My master entrusted me to bring this absurd memory to you who have entered the interstellar era. I hope you can use it. Don't be stupid to think that you can't solve the problem by yourself. AI Everything will be fine, but it’s a pity that you haven’t entered the interstellar era, so it seems that you won’t be able to use it.”

So...some of the residents here have turned themselves into bugs, and some of them have turned themselves into data? Standing next to me, who hadn't come out of the story, the grave chasing ghost couldn't help complaining. , What kind of prison is this? It's a mental hospital!

I have the darkest expression on my face.

So did he.

Everyone here is crazy.

The supervisor scorned the residents as worker ants, and the worker ants in their mouth called them tree people.

In order to keep the shelter running forever, the tree man tried his best to buy time for the lake that flooded to the door, and in order to have a glimpse of the world outside the shelter, the worker ants did not hesitate to turn themselves into real insects, and the ants who could bear it for a while The future is torn to shreds.

They chose all the craziest options they could, so that in the end, not a whole person came out of this shelter.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, pulling me back to reality.

what happened?!

Looking at the surprised crowd, Ling Dang said with a face of nothing to do with himself.

This siren is a little familiar, it seems to have happened before... Ah, I remembered, I should have told you before, in order to frustrate the plan of the 'workers', the 'tree people' took the initiative to shut down the fusion reactor, you guys Didn't it turn it on again? Maybe the life monitoring program and the dome self-destruct program have restarted, it's not a big problem.

Hearing this sentence, my darkest face turned blue instantly.

Not a big deal but ok...

Now is not more than a hundred years ago!

A hundred years ago, the self-destruct program that just allowed the upper structure to fall into the patio, who knows what impact it will have today, more than a hundred years later!

Among other things, the tower that the ghost-faced worms built in the courtyard might be able to bury them directly with the pouring earthwork!

But why didn't there be any problems when the fusion reactor started? Grave Bug immediately realized what was wrong, and asked anxiously while staring at the bell.

Ling Dang just chuckled, still with that expression of nothing to do with him.

What's so strange about this? After the mission of the tree is over, you have already obtained the control of this refuge. It is not difficult to terminate the dome's self-destruction process with administrator authority. This kind of thing will push you away from the refuge. It’s as simple as the door.”

I was the darkest.

Wait, since the control of the shelter has been handed over to us, why is the self-destruct procedure triggered?

Bell looked at him jokingly.

Maybe your boss wants to silence you? Haha, of course, this possibility is too small. I am more inclined to think that you have triggered an unfixed BUG on this mountain of shit made of BUG, ​​causing some settings Rolled back to before the rules were revised. This is a common tactic used by tree men and worker ants to fight, and they often need to blindfold trees when they resolve personal grievances.

I am the darkest and first ruled out my own problems. After all, he only touched the black box a few times.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately thought of passing through the manager's office on the B51 floor, and then ran to B100 to be the ten-fist superman of the branch line without stopping.

Not daring to hesitate, he immediately reached out and pressed the helmet, and shouted loudly into the communication channel.

Brother Chao! What's the situation with you? Brother Chao?!

There was a burst of electrical sound on the communication channel.

No response at all!

His face changed slightly, and I was the darkest, and immediately gave Bugui a look at the grave next to him.

I'm going down!

OK.

Immediately understanding his plan, Buffy made a gesture of understanding.

Without wasting any time, I turned off the safety of the rifle and put it aside, lay down on the ground, closed my eyes and went straight off the line.

Looking at this guy who was yelling at the communicator one second, and then lay down on the ground and fell asleep the next second, the bell circled him twice in surprise.

Amazing, you can actually sleep?

I, who was already offline, naturally didn't react at all, and didn't pay attention to what it said.

Seeing this fussy AI, the graveside ghost who was guarding the side smiled.

It's nothing, it's just a joke.