This Game Is Too Realistic

The majestic giant gate was like a fold in the judge's hand, opening a small crack.

The ice slag blown out by the breeze had a colder light than a sword.

Standing in front of the towering giant door, the man wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to hold back a word.

Wori...

Ice sculptures are spread across thousands of square meters of open space, and the curled up people are clinging to the ground, maintaining the last second of their posture.

Some people prayed with their foreheads against the ground, some snuggled up to each other, some mothers and fathers hugged their children, and there were also a family of three holding hands...

This is the 100th and last floor of Vault 100. Its ceiling is the floor of the central patio, and the floor is the base of the entire sanctuary.

Perhaps because it is a warehouse area, this is the highest single-storey floor in the entire shelter.

Ten Fist Superman thought he could find some treasures on this floor, no matter how bad he was, he could find some valuable garbage, but he didn't expect to be thrown into a pile of dead people as soon as he opened the door.

There are at least one or two thousand corpses lying in this warehouse alone, and there are several more of the same warehouse here.

It's a similar situation for those who are not doing well...

The soles of the boots creaked on the ground.

Ten Fists unconsciously passed through the crack of the door, walked into the icehouse which was tens of degrees below zero, and checked the surroundings with a flashlight.

Rather than being shocked, he was more surprised, and muttered something to himself in a low voice.

...What the hell happened here?

Following him into the ice storage, the player wearing the exoskeleton squatted on the ground, carefully inspected the ice sculpture lying on the ground, and took a photo of the face of the corpse.

After a moment, he came to a conclusion.

Most people here should die from lack of oxygen... They didn't freeze to death, it was more like they were frozen after death.

Others had obvious gunshot wounds and even had broken arms and limbs, apparently dragged here after death.

...is there any difference?

After clapping his hands and standing up, the player sighed.

That's not...

There is one thing to say.

It was also the first time he saw so many dead people outside the battlefield.

That strong visual impact is completely different from the feeling when seeing a corpse on the battlefield. After all, when you are on the battlefield, you don't have time to think about how a person died.

...The signal should not be sent from here, there can be no living people here.

Taking a last look at the rows of frozen corpses, Ten Fist Superman withdrew the flashlight, looked at his teammates behind him and continued.

Let's go out.

No one wanted to stay here any longer, that player also nodded, and retreated out of the ice storage together with him, and even pressed the button to close the door for those old popsicles.

The two continued to visit several warehouses.

Ten Fist Superman soon discovered that, as he expected, the situation in these ice storages was basically the same, full of corpses frozen into ice.

There is no trace of the exchange of fire on the B100 floor. It is an unsolved mystery who stuffed these people into the freezer and suffocated them to death.

Just when the two finished exploring the last icehouse, the player who went to explore on the other side came back from the front and greeted the two from a distance.

This floor is probably the warehouse area. The north side is the cold storage for food, and the south side seems to be the engineering machinery and daily necessities. However, the resources there have been licked clean, only one of the warehouses is different. It has been transformed into In the workshop, we also found generators and batteries, as well as some incomprehensible things.

Ten Fist Superman immediately became interested when he heard the words.

Go, take a look.

Following behind that player, a group of people quickly came to the south from the warehouse area in the north.

The area here is much larger than the previous area, and the structure is much more complicated. The tall metal brackets are like walls, and you need to use escalators to climb to the top.

As soon as he walked to this area, Ten Fist Superman smelled a faint smell of motor oil, and immediately noticed that this warehouse was different.

If the warehouses they searched before were more like morgues, then this place is like a recycling bin full of garbage.

Several Whistle-type engineering armors are like crabs whose shells have been lifted, the internal parts have almost been dismantled, and their pliers and heads are hanging down beside the scaffolding made of steel pipes.

Not far away is a pile of dusty coils and machines that have been pieced together and modified. All kinds of equipment that players can't even understand the use of are here.

The survivors living on this floor have brought their ingenuity and professional skills to the extreme. They poured the ghost face insect mucus into glass jars as tall as a person to purify electrolytes, and made disposable chemical batteries for these improvised batteries. The device is powered.

Not only that, they also dismantled some machines picked up from other floors, transformed the entire warehouse into a small workstation that does not need to rely on the power of the shelter, and refitted a series of sophisticated devices including integrated circuits on the simple workbench. Gizmos.

These weird devices look really powerful, but what makes Ten Fist Superman puzzled is that he has no idea what these people are messing with.

What are they doing?

The teammates who followed him hesitated.

Perhaps... just like Anoxia, intending to engage in material circulation in this shelter?

How is this possible...

It's not completely impossible, at least they haven't moved the corpses in the ice storage next door... Uh, maybe they haven't. In short, from this point of view, they still have a lot of supplies left, at least they still have options.

This is indeed a novel idea.

The people here have restored the power and even put the cold storage back to work, obviously they have solved the most critical energy source.

They froze the corpses, and those corpses are now preserved intact, and the bugs outside have not been eaten to extinction, obviously they accomplished their goal before the nutrients ran out, it's just confusing that those people finally Where did they all go?

You can't go back to the freezer and lie down after all the fuss, right?

Looking at the anatomy table full of chitinous carapaces, Ten Fist Superman scratched the back of his head through the helmet, only to feel that his head was big.

He doesn't know anything about archaeology, but at this moment, he feels like he is at the archaeological site.

But what is intriguing is that since the technology set in the prosperous era is far beyond the real world, he can't use the experience of the real world to infer the motives of these survivors and guess what they want to do.

As soon as he came to an anatomy table, Ten Fist reached for the bowl-shaped worm shell on the table and found a line of small characters engraved on it.

Using the translation function of the VM to extract the text, the light blue floating window is projected on the inside of the tactical eyepiece of his exoskeleton helmet.

...Remembrance, 77,274 residents, including 645 supervisors.

He whispered it out.

An agility player walked up to him, looked at the worm shell in his hand and said curiously.

What is this? Last words?

His nickname is Into the Earth, he was added to the game in Beta0.4 version, and he also joined the Storm Corps at that time.

Probably so, Ten Fist Superman put the worm shell back on the table, took a glance at the previously recovered manager's log, and then glanced around at the graffiti-like murals on the surrounding walls.

Probably speculate, there should have been a conflict, or a war, before the shelter residents fought with the supervisors, and then the supervisors drove them to the lowest floor and cut off their power supply? But they also cut off The supplies from the upper floors were stolen, and the two sides have been inseparable for a while...

In fact, there is no need to guess at all.

The way they came down here was full of traces of exchange of fire, especially the corridor on the B51 floor was densely packed with bullet holes.

Both sides fought over the administrator's office, dropping thousands of corpses in just one hallway, identifiable by the warmer coats of the shelter's inhabitants.

Of course, the horrors there pale in comparison to those in the warehouse next door.

Regardless of what they did, have you found that abnormal life signal? A power player came over, coughed and said, This place always makes me feel creepy, let's hurry up and finish the task. Go up when you're done.

His nickname is Unconscious, a game that was advanced in Beta 0.1, and he didn't know Burrow for Peace before joining the Stormtroopers, but their IDs were so strikingly similar that they were misunderstood as lovers' names.

I don't know where Brother Quanshui gathered so many top products.

I haven't found it yet. Ten Punch Man shook his head, walked to the side wall with murals, and took a few photos.

Rutu on the side murmured for An.

Aren't there more precise coordinates? It's on this level... This hint is too abstract.

Another player shook his head.

The monitoring and sensors of B100 have been dismantled. To be precise, this is the case from the B51 floor down. The life signal was captured by the sensor on the B51 floor. It is impossible to determine its specific location. We can only faintly perceive it. its existence.

Looking carefully at the details of the mural, Ten Fist Man found another line of writing on the wall, and the person who wrote the writing seemed to be the same person as the one who carved the words on the worm shell.

Following the rusty lines, he read it in a low voice.

...The tree man did not come from an indescribable tree. Like the tree, it came from us from the beginning to the end, and the arrogance of others is also the sin of our arrogance.

Order should have been the fortress that sheltered us, but we have forged its bricks into swords that kill brothers.

We have forgotten where we are going, we have forgotten where we came from, and we have forgotten why this fortress was built in the first place, and we have finally become its puppets.

I'm waiting to die.

And I will spend the rest of my life completing our tombstone.

—the Gravekeeper of Vault 100.

No name was left at the place where the signature was signed, only a string of numbers was left.

Ten Fist Superman had an idea, thinking that this might be the number of cycles to record time, so he converted the numbers in units, and concluded that the time when the last words were written was the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.

So...the survivors all died in the end?

Looking at the century-old murals on the wall, he frowned slightly, and then glanced at the pile of machines next to him.

Are these things just funerary objects in the tomb?

He instinctively felt that it was not that simple.

At this moment, shouts suddenly came from the teammates who were searching not far away.

Here's a hibernation pod!

Hearing the voice, Ten Fist Superman rushed over immediately.

I saw a machine with an area of ​​about ten square meters standing at the end of the rows of shelves wrapped with various pipelines.

In the center of the machine is a hibernation pod, and to the right is a broken glass jar.

Judging from the fragments scattered on the ground, the glass jar should have been broken from the inside, and something had come out of it.

Judging from the feedback results of VM's life signal radar, the fuzzy life signal came from this dormant cabin!

Joy flashed across everyone's faces.

There are living people in it!

I'll open it!

Ten Fist Superman took a step forward, pulled out the data cable from the VM, connected it to the interface of the dormant cabin, and pressed the power-on button at the same time.

The small hacking program prepared by the scientific expedition team worked immediately, and they quickly obtained the control authority of the dormant cabin program.

Obviously, Yin Fang is a professional in the matter of prying out the refrigerator.

Ten Fist Man pressed the button to open the door without hesitation, but when a rotten smell wafted out along with the sound of leaking air, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Dozens of ghost-faced insects got out of the gap in the cabin door, and rushed towards the people standing in front of the dormant cabin with a buzzing sound.

Vori!

Buried in the ground was so frightened that he pulled the trigger reflexively. Three sudden gunshots instantly tore apart the bugs crawling to his feet and broke the silence in the warehouse.

Cease fire! Don't break anything here!

With a slap, he slapped the bug in front of him on the ground, and Ten Punch Man raised his foot and trampled it into a puddle of mud.

After finally getting rid of the bugs that sprang out, he then looked towards the open hibernation cabin, only to see a mutilated skeleton lying inside.

The man put his hands on his chest, holding a broken half glass bottle, inside which could be seen tiny insect shells and broken eggs.

According to various details, this person should have taken the initiative to lie down with these eggs into the dormant cabin. However, he did not start the freezing program, only the negative pressure program.

After performing a certain ritual, he somehow ended his life and gave his body to the bugs.

Ten Fist Superman stared blankly at the guy's remains and the bug eggs stuffed into the skeleton frame, unable to say a word for a long time.

The suspected human-shaped life signs they detected before thought that there were survivors alive, but they didn't expect it to be a bunch of bugs!

Is this okay?

Just when he was in a daze, the ear-piercing siren sounded suddenly.

Not knowing what happened, everyone quickly looked around, only to see that the warning light above their heads suddenly flashed red along with the alarm bell, making people uneasy for a while.

...What happened? Burying to the ground looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, the screen of the VM worn on Ten Fists Man's left arm and connected to the hibernation cabin suddenly turned white.

Immediately after that, it seemed to be haunted, and the UI interface of the scientific expedition applet was replaced by an old man whose facial features were blurred by a mosaic.

Noticing the change in the VM on his arm, Ten Fist Man immediately looked at the old man on the screen and asked vigilantly.

who are you?

While speaking, his right hand has already held the data cable, ready to physically disconnect from the network at any time.

The old man floating in the white snow looked at him quietly, and intermittent voices floated out from behind the facial features blurred by the mosaic.

I am 'Tree', the manager here.

Hearing this unexpected name, Ten Fist Superman was taken aback for a moment, and then said subconsciously.

...Tree?! Aren't you dead?

The old man continued calmly.

AI has no concept of life and death. The meaning of my existence is for the residents living here. Before they no longer need me, I will continue to fulfill my mission.

Ten Fist Superman still wants to continue to ask, but there are more important things right now.

What's the situation with the voice outside? Did we commit something... taboo?

The tree answered his question in a calm tone.

That's a forecast that my mission is about to reach its end.

It continued without waiting for the man in front of the screen to ask in detail.

The reactor is operating normally, the life monitoring sensors have been restarted, and the detection procedures continue to be executed. The number of active life signals of residents has remained below 3,000 for 24 consecutive hours. The refuge shelter agreement will enter the final stage. The self-destruct procedure of the dome will be activated to guide the surface ruins and earthwork structures to fall. into the patio.

The players who understood the last sentence were instantly startled.

What the hell?!

Self-destruct?!

Seemingly sensing the mood swings of the crowd, Shu continued calmly.

Don't panic, what you are about to see is the final destiny of this shelter, which was designed from the moment it was made.

Ten Fist Superman looked at the guy on the screen in bewilderment.

Don't panic...

How could you not panic!

It is the year 213 of the Wasteland Era!

It is more than 100 years away from the planned time!

If the self-destruct procedure of the dome is really implemented, the ghost knows what will happen in the end, maybe the whole shelter will be buried directly.

to be honest.

This is a program designed two hundred years ago, how could it be expected to still be reliable two hundred years later.

What's even worse is that the countdown is not 24 hours at all, but 10 minutes! They didn't even have time to evacuate with the black box!

The progress bar has gone more than half way a long time ago!

At the critical moment, he calmed down instead, looked at the old man on the screen and said.

Can you stop? The current situation does not meet the conditions for starting the self-destruct procedure of the dome!

The tree replied in a voice without any ups and downs.

The request violates the rules, administrator permissions are not detected, and the asylum agreement cannot be modified.

When he heard the first half sentence, Ten Fist Superman's mood sank to the bottom, but after hearing the last sentence, his hope was rekindled.

The reason for the request violation is to modify the protocol, not the request itself.

In other words——

As long as he doesn't modify the agreement itself, but only reinterprets the original terms, he still has a chance to convince this stubborn AI!

Thoughts raced quickly in his head.

Suddenly, he noticed the corpse holding the eggs in the dormant cabin, and the thoughts in his mind instantly opened.

The answer has been left long ago...

Looking at the tree on the screen, he took a deep breath and said seriously.

I have doubts about the rules for judging the disappearance of residents' life signals.

The tree really responded to him.

What question.

Ten Fist Superman looked at the virtual image on the screen and said word by word.

Am I a Vault 100 resident?

Shu replied coldly.

The registered biometric information is not detected, and the judgment is no.

Ten Fist Superman: Therefore, only if there are 3,000 people in the 'Residents of Vault 100', can we guarantee that the self-destruct procedure of the dome will not be implemented.

Shu: Understand correctly, this is one of the basic conditions. In addition, the average number of people needs to be maintained above 5,000 for 180 consecutive days.

Ten Fists: Then I would like to ask, what about the children of the residents of Vault 100? Can they also be counted as residents of Vault 100?

Tree: Of course, as long as you can prove the biological inheritance relationship between different life forms, you can obtain the refuge resident status—

Seeing that there were only a few minutes left in the countdown, Ten Fist Superman interrupted it, speaking quickly.

Then I implore you to open your eyes and see how many people there are in this shelter!

Tree: Zero.

Ignoring its cold and ruthless answer, Ten Fist Superman did not give up, but continued to argue as if he were a dead horse.

Open your eyes wider! They haven't disappeared, they are still here, but they changed their life forms while you were sleeping! Those bugs in your eyes are the continuation of their lives, and the evidence It’s right in front of me in this hibernation cabin! What’s the biometric information of the last resident on the B100 floor before lying down, and what’s the biometric information after opening the door? Isn’t this enough to prove their identity?”

Ten Fists knew very well that he was sophistrying.

However, this set of defenses was not made up by him, but a witness had already thought it up for him more than a hundred years ago.

The guy who claims to be the gravekeeper.

The rituals he completed were not meaningless, and the legacy he left behind was not meant to be buried with him.

That guy had long expected that someone would uncover this tomb one day in the future, and he also predicted that those people would restart the silent reactor.

In order to undo the mistake made by their shared stupidity, in order to stop the execution of the dome self-destruct program, he designed the final death for himself, using a loophole in the Vault's biometric program to turn himself into a bug.

This is the last time he exploited the BUG of the sanctuary rules.

It's just that this time it's not to fight the tree people, but to keep the homeland he hated so much and wanted to escape at all costs.

Tree thought for a while.

Under the gaze of all the players, he nodded slowly.

Supplementary regulations updated.

The judgment result has been revised, and the current number of residents is 6.79 million...

The harsh siren stopped at the last minute of the countdown, and Ten Punch Man and his teammates around him breathed a sigh of relief.

After recovering, he couldn't help but be speechless.

Unexpectedly, there are so many ghost-faced insects in this refuge... a total of more than six million.

But in any case, the current hurdle is finally over, and as for how to deal with this mess in the future, it will be left to the managers to consider.

There should be a way to get back the administrator privileges from that tree.

At this time, the old man whose facial features were blurred by the mosaic on the screen suddenly smiled softly.

Although he couldn't see the curvature of the corner of his mouth, Ten Fists was sure that he saw it right.

I leave it to you.

After throwing down a meaningful monologue, the snowflakes that flickered on the screen disappeared before everyone could recover.

It's like it's never been there...

Buried was stunned for An.

what did he say?

Ten Fists was also stunned.

It seems to say... Leave it to us?

Unconscious and confused.

What's the meaning?

I don't know... Ten Fist Superman took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, Anyway, I'll go offline first and report the situation here to the outside. Don't touch the things here for now, maybe the inside will still Something else is hiding.

Mission accomplished.

He didn't want to get out of hand.

The other teammates looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Um.

Ten Fists sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

At the same time, another world's official website.

Almost as soon as he got on the forum, he saw a string of red dots floating on the private mailbox, and when he clicked in, it was my darkest and crazy Aite's small window.

I am the darkest: Fuck, what are you doing down there?

Ten Fist Superman: Well, don't worry, it's been done just now.

I am the darkest: ???

Ten Fist Superman: In addition, we have finished the last branch... It's a pity that no survivors were found. A bunch of bugs were stuffed in the dormant cabin, and that person ended his life.

I'm the darkest: Take your own life? Wait, didn't they turn into bugs? (Stunned)

Ten Fists: Turned into a bug? Is that so? But I think it's more like a normal neural connection device.

I am the darkest: Ah this...

Ten Fist Superman: According to the last words left by the last survivor on the B100 floor, he dragged the corpses of his compatriots into the ice storage, and finally lay down in the dormant cabin himself. However, he did not start the freezing process, but chose to end it. His own life...Maybe at the end of his life, he controlled the robot or the bug and went out to take a look at the outside world, and turned into a bug just like you said.

I was silent for a long time before replying to him.

...This is too absurd.

Ten Fist Superman sighed and typed back.

That's right, I think so too, but this is their final outcome... Our mission has been completed, and it's time to evacuate.

What he understands is only the perspective of the worker ants, and he doesn't understand the whole picture of the crisis that occurred in this refuge more than a hundred years ago.

Perhaps the past of this shelter will appear on the Wasteland OL forum in the future, just like the shelters unearthed by other players.

but.

Probably don't expect the dog to plan to do this by itself...

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(I've been late lately, so I'll be early today.)