This Game Is Too Realistic

When Chu Guang found that the communication module of No. 100 Vault was overloaded, he judged almost reflexively that a situation similar to that of No. 79 Vault occurred in this Vault—the lingering ghosts wandered in the tomb that should have been sleeping. .

However, the final result was beyond his expectation.

According to the information exchanged by the players on the forum, the overload of the information module is not the man-made reason he imagined, but because the ignition of the fusion reactor led to the restart of the life monitoring module and awakened the sleeping artificial intelligence, which led to the termination of the Dome Autonomy a century and a half ago. Destroy the program continue reading.

Fortunately, his little players wisely used the clues left by the gravekeeper to expand the detection range of the life monitoring sensor, and successfully made the AI ​​manager identify the bugs in the shelter as the residents of the shelter Descendants of , thus terminating the dome self-destruct procedure.

The rest to do is very simple.

As long as the communication module is repaired, the authority of the administrator is regained, and then the piles of bugs left by the sixty-year game between tree people and worker ants are completely cleared, the shelter can be restored. Back to normal.

After two centuries, the sanctuary is no longer suitable as a foundry well, at least until the bugs inside are disposed of, it needs to continue to exist as a sanctuary.

When the circumstances are right, the Alliance will re-determine the purpose of this refuge.

However, Chu Guang still had some doubts about this shelter.

Except for the supervisor named Craig who died in the shelter as a human being, where did the other 110 residents who uploaded their thoughts to the circuit board go?

He found no trace of the 110 residents in the shelter's database.

They will not disappear from the shelter out of thin air after uploading their thoughts to the circuit board.

While Chu Guang was thinking, he suddenly remembered that when his players first entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to have mentioned that the terminal at the door had a record of access in 2190.

The year 2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.

This year happened to be the last survivor of this shelter—the supervisor named Craig, the time when his life signs disappeared in the shelter...

...

Vault 101.

After a few days, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was still the coffee shop where they met before.

However, the difference from last time was that this coffee shop located in a corner of the downtown area was almost full of people. It was only when Chu Guang found a way to wave to himself when he walked to the corner near the cabinet in the depths of the shop.

This way.

Walking in front of Dr. Fang, Chu Guang reached out and pulled the chair directly opposite him to sit down, and said straight to the point.

Thank you for the code, the legacy of Vault 100 has been a blessing in disguise for us, especially the plasma engine.

Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Method smiled slightly, took a sip from the coffee cup on the table, and said in a cheerful tone.

Really? I'm glad to help you, and I think the residents of Vault 100 will also be very pleased that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them.

Chu Guang sighed lightly.

We tried to gather enough materials to produce a prototype with that black box, and disassembled the produced prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers couldn't fully digest the technology, and couldn't find anything other than the black box. The production method can only design aircraft suitable for them around that prototype and battery.

There was no surprise on Dr. Fang's face, but he comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.

This is normal. With your current conditions, wanting to independently produce that kind of thing is tantamount to fantasy. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to realize the technology. You don't have to worry about things that can't be done. Black box It is enough to help you complete the transition from 'nothing' to 'know what is and why', and what you have to do is to take the current road step by step.

When he was talking about this, Fang Fang seemed to think of something again, so he added something later in a joking tone.

Of course, another possibility is not ruled out. Those black boxes are still black boxes to you until the end. They have changed from auxiliary tools to drug addictions that cannot be quit.

I'd be wary of that happening.

Chu Guang, who left these words, paused for a moment, put his index finger on his left arm and tapped twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.

Seeing the holographic image that Chu Guang pushed in front of him, Fang Fang slightly raised his eyebrows.

This is?

Chu Guang said concisely.

Our residents found not only the black box and the manager's log in the shelter, but also the records left by the 'trees', 'tree people' and 'worker ants'. Three years of history were sorted out.

In fact, he just copied and pasted what the players discussed on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left the relatively objective part.

Fang Fang stretched out his index finger with great interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and swiped his index finger to turn two pages.

……interesting.

He looked up at Chu Guang, and said in a playful tone.

...So in the end, in the eyes of the tree man, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into bugs than escape did not really turn themselves into bugs, nor did they really escape from the shelter. Even the worker ants at the bottom And the poor guy at the end, 'the fool who would tear down the house to get out', ends up having himself eaten by bugs in order to save the shelter he hates so much.

This is too ironic.

I think if Craig was still alive, he would be laughing, maybe laughing at that poor thing-if it weren't for them hiding themselves in cold storage rather than destroying the shelter, what would Vault 100 be? The result now? A group of humble bugs, even if they do a little bit of trivial things at the end of their lives, it is not enough for them to atone for their sins!

While speaking here, he raised his volume slightly, as if speaking not to a private conversation, but to someone sitting in a noisy coffee shop.

Or read someone's mind.

Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table, and then slowly loosened it.

Combined with the playful expression on Fang Fang's face, Chu Guang was sure of his guess that this guy had met that Craig.

Go through the terminal at the door.

After thinking for a moment, he expressed his opinion.

My opinion is different from yours. From my outsider's point of view, whether it's tree people or worker ants, they are all residents of shelter 100. Some of them want to make the shelter a permanent place for power. Prison, while others are willing to destroy entire shelters in order to be free.

They used the most extreme and deadly methods in the conflict, turning the rules originally made to protect them into tools to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is the reason for their ultimate destruction.

In fact, everything they do is in line with the rules of the moment they are in, whether it is hiding their own life characteristics to trigger the self-destruct mechanism of the dome, or using a bug in the program to trigger the overload of the reactor to cut off the power supply. Incredible Yes, no one wants to make up for these long-standing security risks, but treats them as nuclear bombs and saves them for others.

Generally speaking, the residents of the refuge will not go into the cold storage collectively, and the fusion reactor is almost impossible to overload, and they have done all the operations that these designers have never imagined, resulting in tens of thousands of people. death, and shutdown for more than a century.

Pausing for a moment, looking at the way to signal him to continue, Chu Guang continued in a chatty tone.

The guy who claimed to be the gravekeeper has finally realized that whether it is themselves or those high-level supervisors, they are essentially a part of the refuge. The tree people did not come down from the tree that did not exist, but from the tree that did not exist. And their ending is not due to any one person's stupidity, but everyone bears an inescapable responsibility.

From the perspective of an outsider, I think his behavior at the last moment of his life is enough to atone for himself. Vault 404 will take over the torch in their hands, carry their memories, and move on for them to complete their moment. negligently forgotten mission.

When he said this, Chu Guang had a look of regret on his face.

Although the shelter was kept.

But this is obviously not the most perfect ending.

After a pause, he continued.

...Of course, if that Mr. Treant who lived to the end, at the end of his life in 61 Years of the Wasteland Era, took the time to take another look at the bottom floor of the shelter, and spent tens of minutes to understand what happened there. Maybe we don’t have to wait until more than a hundred years later to put an end to their grievances.”

The answer has already been written down.

It is not difficult to copy it again.

Even in the case of a language barrier and the need for a translator, the players of the alliance still relied on the only clues to understand the last words left by the worker ant who survived to the end, and took With the last key he made with his life, he closed the systemic error that might cause the collapse of the entire shelter.

At this moment, a sobbing voice came from the neighboring table not far away.

Craig...that guy would never laugh at him...if he knew what that guy was doing.

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Chu Guang looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man in a gray jacket with his back to them, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

It's not just him.

The same goes for everyone else.

Intermittent choking sounds floated from another direction.

I remember that kid... he became a superintendent in '53, and he was a young man in his early twenties.

He loves it more than anyone else. I still remember him saying... After everything is over, he wants to open a museum in the shelter and tell stories about the past with the boys from the Newcomer League.

Damn... why didn't that guy come to me! Why not use my body? I have already decided to give up my body! Just take mine and use it!

The originally bustling coffee shop lost its cheerful atmosphere at some point, and the faces were filled with bewildered absence, weeping sadness, and the regret of closing the eyes.

It seems that just as he guessed——

The 110 residents who uploaded their thoughts into the Great Tree did not sleep in Vault 100, but were taken away by someone from the Vault that had lost hope in 61 Wasteland Era.

That person is exactly the method.

He established a complete technology recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and almost dedicated his life. He left the Great Rift Valley with disappointment in 45 years of the Wasteland Era, and went to the south along the road that was completely opposite to the Academy. .

Vault 101 is obviously not the first Vault he visited. He left the access record on the terminal outside the gate of Vault 100 more than a hundred years ago!

Meeting Chu Guang's inquiring eyes, Method didn't give any explanation, just took a sip of coffee, just like when Chu Guang just entered the door.

Then, he said something meaningful.

What do you think is the best ending for them?

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

Every part does its job.

Method: What do you mean?

Chu Guang said concisely.

It literally means that 'tree' is the manager, the supervisor is the supervisor, and the residents are the residents. They actually started off pretty well. The situation of other shelters may be much worse than their start, but they are actually operating At that time, it completely deviated from the original idea, and the residents closest to the tree became treants attached to the tree, while the residents farthest from the tree were no longer even human beings.”

Each perform their own duties, what you said is the most idealized situation, but the actual operation may be a completely different matter. Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Fang Fang smiled and said, It's like the post-war situation. The Reconstruction Commission, believe it or not, was the best way to do it at the time, never before had so many different identities given their all to the same cause without it, the planet would have been 'dead' ...and even then, it's only been around for 45 years.

Chu Guang said bluntly.

I know that the worst choices are the easiest and the best choices are always the hardest, so we won't be them.

Method raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then which one are you?

Get up from the coffee table.

Chu Guang guessed that it was time to leave, glanced at the survivors of No. 100 Vault who were weeping for yesterday, and answered the method's inquiry.

We're somewhere in between.

Neither the best nor the worst.

...

The excavation work of shelter No. 100 is over. Twenty-two black boxes have been retrieved from the shelter one after another, along with a large number of mechanical equipment.

Vault 100 has left behind an amazing technical legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including the Witcher engineering armor, which is more suitable for complex terrain than the current KV and Miner series of exoskeletons commonly used by the Alliance. Under construction, even without auxiliary equipment such as scaffolding, you can work while climbing on a nearly vertical construction surface.

Since the supervisors of No. 100 originally planned to spend their entire lives underground, the entire shelter has been focusing on how to use limited resources and space to transform the environment of the shelter into a more livable environment for a long period of time. on this matter.

Other than that, there are those little guys named Gabeng.

The genetic source of this thing is probably scarab beetles, but the original DNA has been modified so that even their mothers don't recognize them, so they can be treated as a brand new species.

The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymer material bulletproof plates inserted on the exoskeleton, and can also be used to produce carbon-based integrated circuits.

The database of Vault 100 contains various experimental data and complete industrial application methods of these chitin materials.

According to those data, the alliance can directly use the chitin materials piled up in the shelter patio as ore.

Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as the alliance's biological mine for a long time.

At the same time, the analysis of the ecological impact of Cracking is also being carried out simultaneously.

According to the judgment of the alliance biologists, due to the special ecological environment of Xizhou City, a series of creatures including mutated water striders, warship shrimps, and even split-claw crabs are the natural enemies of Crackling, so this kind of creatures are not like The claws of death spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City.

But it is precisely because of this that the crunch that survived the harsh environment will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the thorns hidden in the abdomen will be sharper.

At present, the Institute of Biology of the Alliance refers to the suggestion of No. 404 Vault, officially named the Garbung discovered in 213 of the Wasteland Era as the ghost-faced insect, and further explored the biological technology contained in it and the industrial value of the carapace.

All in all, the novel gadgets recovered from Vault 100 are enough to keep the alliance's various research institutes and production units busy for a whole year.

Camp 100.

Looking at the machines piled up in the warehouse, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Isn't there a normal shelter in this wasteland?

The scientific expedition team needs to conduct a value appraisal on the props obtained from digging graves, and then settle the rewards obtained by the Stormtroopers in this operation.

This job will take several days.

Although the password and coordinates of the shelter were provided by the mission, what they did was just the easy work of prying the coffin board, but the credit for saving the shelter is still on their heads, and the final silver coins and contribution point rewards are unlikely disappoint others.

As the head of the corps, Brother Quanshui also made great contributions to the players who went deep into the dungeon.

Hearing my blackest brother's complaints, Quan Shui laughed out loud.

Is there a possibility that normal shelters don't need us to dig graves at all. They have completed their original plan in the past two centuries, either joining the survivor settlements on the surface, or becoming settlements themselves .”

Leaving aside the strange things of the Kaimenghui, after fifty years of the Wasteland Era, Blue Coats have been added to Boulder City one after another.

In addition to that, the origin of the enterprise is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.

Not to mention that the alliance itself is the same, and even gave back a batch of shelters that were already failing.

Are the survivors biased?

I sighed most darkly, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a robot spider, and I couldn't help but continued with a smile.

By the way, why did you come out?

The bell riding on the back of the robot spider turned its head in dissatisfaction.

You ask me? I still want to ask you! Didn't you agree to let me go to the museum as a tour guide? So where is the Alliance museum? How long do I have to stay in this ghost place?

I looked at it with the darkest expression.

Make this guy a museum guide...

Can you sell tickets?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two people standing in the room looked towards the door almost at the same time, only to see a strange man standing there.

He was not alone, there was a large group of sparse people behind him, it looked like there were a hundred or so.

In their blue coats and their dull gray skin, they looked like mannequins in an old window.

There is no doubt that they are androids.

However, I don't know if it was intentional or not. They made the characteristics of the bionics very obvious, even abrupt. Not only are they all bald, but even the facial features have only a perfunctory outline.

It's almost the same as Frost and Eclipse when they first came to the alliance.

Looking at the person standing at the door, I hesitated with the darkest expression, and subconsciously blurted out to ask.

Who are you?

My name is... Gugel. The man seemed to take some time to remember his name, and he put his hands on his chest and saluted slightly. We are survivors of Vault 100.

I was the darkest and suddenly stunned, and the spring standing beside me was the same, and a surprised expression appeared on my face.

As for the bell, she even stared at the man in front of her.

Gugel?! Is it you? You... have come back? Strange, my master said that the cowards are dead, and he will die soon, why are you alive again!?

Looking at the bells chattering there, Gu Geer's abstract facial features showed a touch of sadness, and he sighed as if he didn't want to recall more, and looked at me Hei Hei and Quan Shui.

The people in this camp told me that you can come here to find you, and through you you can find the manager.

Commander Quanshui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.

You...do you have anything to do with him?

We want to see him again.

The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said sincerely.

We originally planned to sleep in Vault 101, but there is no longer any way to store our guilty and restless souls there.

So we thought, instead of spending the rest of the time repenting, it would be better to fulfill the long-cherished wishes of those compatriots who died because of us.

If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be of some use, which may alleviate our suffering.

I hope he can take us in!

Quan Shui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far from the door.

The league is not a charity and we don't take anyone in.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the crowd gathered at the warehouse door with a smile on its face.

but--

As Quan Shui expected, his subject changed.

...anyone with a genuine desire to end the Wasteland, and a spontaneous determination to contribute to it, is welcome to join us!

Whether he is alive or dead.

Seeing the slightly moved Gu Geer, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand.

Welcome, survivors of Vault 100.

Tell me what you're best at, and we can get started!