too late, organism

"How do you call it a ball? Be careful when you talk nonsense. I call it the Wheel of Wisdom."

"The group leader, why have you stayed on this pyramid and can't come down? Could it be that even if you become a robot, it won't change your habit of stuffing things into your ass?"

"Damn! If you dare to blackmail me, you will be confined for an hour!"

When Qian Dui also froze in place, the group leader's ball of light dimmed visibly with the naked eye.

"I can't get down, this thing is the core processor of the empire, and the whole empire is in danger of losing control as soon as I come down, so a dedicated pioneer like me can only squat on this core processor, I am so miserable... "

"It's the emperor. There is a huge empire. I can only sit on the instrument to maintain the rule of the empire. I seem to have thought of something."

Maoche's two tentacle-like data ports tapped in front of him.

"No! You didn't!"

"The Emperor and his golden toilet!"

"rua! I'm so angry!"

In the roar of the group leader, the cat car also froze in place like a statue.

"You guys know about black labor every day! What time are you still black labor? If you don't think about what the situation is now, if we all travel to the game we played before, then this The intensity of the doomsday crisis in the universe is 25 times that of normal ones, and when the natural disaster breaks out, everyone will die!"

After roaring, the group leader sitting on the pyramid lifted the confinement with a wave of his tentacles.

"Speak well to me now, or I will be locked up and tied to a starship as a head portrait! The destruction of the country and species is just around the corner, don't you bastards panic?"

"that……"

With a body like a crab with one eye, unbelievably strong luck, no matter what game he plays, he is fat and oily. The man respected as Mr. Ma raised his pliers.

"I tried to panic just now, but the system indicated that my logic engine has insufficient permissions to invoke this emotion, so I can't panic."

"Shocked! I tried it, and it seems that I can't panic. I don't have permission to panic."

"Absolutely! I can't even panic without permission. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality. Oh, I'm a robot, so there's no problem."

"My shit! You guys can't physically panic? I can't be the only one panicking, everyone is panicking."

After the head of the group leader's crystal ball flashed wildly like the LED lights on a midnight stall, the group leader went dark again.

"Not only can I not panic, I can't even be afraid."

Maoche looked at [-103: Insufficient permission of the logic engine, unable to invoke this emotion] that appeared in front of his eyes, and said to the group leader who seemed to have begun to gray at the top of the pyramid.

"Only the only supreme authority can mobilize negative emotions such as panic and fear. This thing is still written in the underlying logic, and I have no way to modify it..."

"That's really miserable. The group members are responsible for the waves, and the group leader is responsible for the panic. But it seems to be like this all the time, and there is no problem."

Maoche used holographic projection to project three phantom images of incense sticks in his mechanical arm, and bowed three times to the group leader.

"Rua! Don't worry about it! Get down to business first!"

The head of the group leader's crystal ball began to flicker with blue light again, and the eight mechanical tentacles waved like the head of state who was giving a speech.

"The universe is a dark forest. Every civilization is a hunter with a gun, sneaking in the forest like a ghost, gently pushing aside..."

"Wait, stop it. You said you think the world is too dangerous. If you want a big bang or a big bang, it's over. Don't play tricks across works, or something will happen!"

"The empire has rules, subordinates are not allowed to talk back to their bosses! Confinement!"

After skillfully closing the small black room of the Great God, the group leader put on the posture of Mussolini giving a speech.

"Many permissions in the empire are still empty. I want to assign you to various key departments of the empire, so that everyone will not be blown up by aliens one day and stand side by side with the sun. It is best for you guys to be able to do their duty! Be a dedicated pioneer like me, not a fisherman!"

"Hi! Group leader!"

"Hi! Group leader!"

After the cat car raised its right hand to the group leader squatting on the top of the pyramid, other people in the hall also raised their right hands to the group leader squatting on the top of the pyramid like the cat car.

Except for Weishen who was imprisoned by the group leader and remained motionless, there was only a slag in the shape of a big bug who didn't raise his hand. Forefoot, it is too embarrassing for its servo motor.

"Wojiri! You all want to blackmail me, I'm in the bunker, it's very unlucky for you to do this!"

"Then do you want those who can't be assigned to go out first?"

"Wojiri! If that's the case, I'll make you a Warmaster! Let you take the three sampans on the track to go on a big expedition!"

The group leader at the top of the pyramid stretched out his tentacles to Qian Dui who had just spoken, and the title of [Navy Commander] appeared in front of the projection above Qian Dui's head.

"Anyway, the Chaji team is also your command, a professional counterpart. Weishen is an asshole, and every day is black and labor. It happens that he has the best marksmanship, so I will make him the leader of the Imperial Fists!"

The group leader waved his tentacles, and the title of [Army General] appeared on Weishen who was frozen in place.

"What title should I give to the rest of you bastards?"

On the pyramid, the group leader with a huge crystal ball on top shone with a strange light.

"Wait, group leader, I have a question."

The only running group KP in this group, a thrifty little expert who has developed 4 ways to eat vermicelli without seasoning—Cotton, at this moment raised his soft data optical cable on the torso of his body floating in the air like a big wasp.

"speak."

"What is the name of our empire?"

After hearing this question, the light emitted from the group leader's crystal ball suddenly turned red.

"God...Holy Roman Empire."

"God TM Holy Roman Empire! They are all emperors! And they said that your thing is not a golden toilet!"

"RUA! In that case, I will make you the Doge of Venice! You are responsible for being hanged every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!"

Chapter 3 3 The Expedition Ships

"I'm thinking... I'm so uncomfortable, there must be no reason for the explosion."

Huddled on the chair in the office, the data interface on his body was plugged into the cat cart on the terminal in front of him, while quickly browsing the reports of his research team, he wondered why he felt uncomfortable recently.

It has been more than half a year since I went to meet the group leader squatting on the core processor of the empire, or the Iron Throne (toilet).

After the group leader assigned the Imperial Warmaster (Fleet Commander), Imperial Fist Chapter Commander (Capital Star Army Commander) and the Governor of Venice (Governor of the Empire's core star field), the cat car did not escape the bad luck of needing work , was canonized by the group leader as Dajiba (Director of Imperial Engineering Research).

Without reciting a line of poetry according to the tradition, Mao Che took up the post together with other unlucky people who were assigned jobs.

The first thing Mao Che did after taking office was to ask all the research teams under him to make a statistical report on the required research facilities and the size of the space needed to install these facilities.

After integrating the statistical reports, this report will be titled "I!research!Make money!The goal is to increase engineering research ability by 20%! "The project was handed in.

After successfully defrauding funds to upgrade the scientific research equipment of his research team, so that those Roberts can use advanced instruments to study and apply physics at the nanometer level and cheer.

Maoche quickly fell into a tangle, with limited research funds at hand, and the group of awesome technical guys under him were very thoughtful.

Breakthroughs have been made in many fields. Now there are three kinds of technologies that can be used from the laboratory to large-scale applications with just a little more effort. However, with the little money I have on hand, I am afraid that it is only enough to support one technology to complete the breakthrough. .

At this time, should I allocate funds to the [Geothermal Fracturing Collection] project of the Industrial Base Planning Bureau to better obtain minerals from the parent planet.

It is better to invest funds in the [Zero Gravity Refinery] project of the Outer Space Construction Project Bureau, so that those mineral collection stations located in space have higher efficiency.

Or should I listen to the opinions of the Heavy Weapons Development Bureau and give priority to allocating funds to the [coil gun] project that is about to be finalized, so that the navy, which has long been dissatisfied with the [mass projector] currently equipped, can replace it with a new toy?

The last time I went to the shooting range to watch the test firing of the coil gun, whether it was the test firing in the atmosphere or on the shooting range in orbit, this thing is much more powerful than the mass projectors currently installed.

It's really hard to decide...

[Emergency Communication: The emperor called an emergency meeting, please enter the top-secret communication channel within 3 minutes. 】

Um?emergency meeting?What can happen at this time?

It wouldn't be the case that Mr. Ma, who was driving a scientific research ship all over the world to see adulterous planets, accidentally jumped on the face of his depraved father and collapsed.

Full of malice towards the Europeans, Maoche entered the top-secret communication channel, and several holographic projections immediately appeared in Maoche's office.

The group leader who has been squatting on the Iron Throne doesn't seem to have changed much, still so round, but I don't know if it's his own illusion, the group leader seems to have two more tentacles.

As the commander-in-chief of the empire, Qian Dui glared at Cotton, the governor of Venice. After all, at the last meeting, the navy proposed to expand the six-six fleet consisting of six frigates, which was rejected by Cotton without hesitation. Did not say.

Cotton said that even if I was bombed to death by aliens, I would not give the navy an extra penny if I died outside the fortress!

After finishing speaking, he covered his head and face with the maintenance fees of industrial facilities on the parent star, scientific research institutions, orbital facilities in the galaxy, and alien mining stations and orbital research institutes.

As well as the budget for the construction of physics and engineering research facilities in the adjacent star system that Mr. Ma had just discovered, as well as the space mining station and energy harvesting station that were planned, all of them were patted on Team Qian's face.

Threatened [the navy is useless now, simply dismantle all the ships, and the saved funds will be given priority to support economic construction. ], after he finished speaking, he almost started a fight with Team Qian, who had turned his hands into two miniature mass projectors.

If the panicked group members hadn't gone up to pull the frame, and Cotton hadn't opened the armed matrix on the back, revealing the metal storm and two quadruple rocket launchers.

Since then, the highest meeting of the empire has been changed to an online mode, and Team Qian has never given Cotton a good face.

Of course, after that debate, Team Qian still got a new frigate, and managed to scrape together two frigates to patrol, one frigate squatting on the [Cybertron Space Station] above the parent planet Rome, and one in the dock for maintenance. Configuration.

However, the Chapter Leader of the Imperial Fist had to disband the establishment of the two divisions with tears in his eyes, leaving only a symbolic division of troops.

It is said that after that meeting, the targets used by the Army for weapon calibration have become images of Qian Dui and Cotton.

In addition to the war commander who was glaring at each other, the governor and the battle group leader were named crazy doctors by the group leader to study society on the grounds that "you can get the phone number of a young lady if you grab a doll, it is your social No. 1" It didn't take long for the scumbag of science to join the meeting.

At this moment, Zha Cheng's camera was looking at something other than the projection, and while the camera on the ball was scanning up and down, it let out a weird [hehehe] laugh.

After the group of salted fish friends who could only eat chicken everywhere in the atmosphere and abandoned orbital facilities because they didn't have a suitable position for the time being and couldn't understand the bible-like technical documents in the database also joined the meeting.

Mr. Ma, who has been driving a scientific research ship in the universe for more than half a year, and has swept out three livable planets after exploring several star systems around the parent galaxy, is long overdue.

"You guys will never guess what I just discovered." Mr. Ma proudly raised his two short pliers, raised his camera in the middle of the carapace, and looked like I had shipped it out. Come and admire my look.

"If you don't find any T-Dolls, Ship Girls, or Suiryu Keirakuen, please shut up."

"I found this!"

Mr. Ma ignored the salty speech of the Sand Sculpture Group friends, and replaced his own projection with a large circle that seemed to surround a ball of light.

Maoche released the memory of his graphics card, took the cleaning cotton placed next to the seat, and wiped his camera to make sure that he saw the projected object correctly.

"Damn it! You fucking don't teach the Basic Law anymore!"

The big ring projected by Mr. Ma is a huge space building, which needs to dismantle almost all the planets in a star system as materials, and form a circle around the star at a suitable distance, which is enough to form a new ecosystem and accommodate hundreds of A ring-shaped world inhabited by billions of people, commonly known as Star Ring.

"Does this thing have an owner?"

"Colony ship! Where is our nearest colony ship?!"

"The fleet pulls anchor!"

After recognizing that this thing is the star ring of a miraculous building on the same level as the Dyson sphere that wraps stars and absorbs energy as a reactor, the meeting room suddenly became lively as if an orange cat was thrown into the Erha group up.

"RUA! Be quiet!"

After suppressing the rioting group members, the group leader rubbed his crystal head with his tentacles.

"What's the state of this thing now? Can we take a picture of the colony ship on it? Is there anyone in it?"

"Um... I don't know... This thing is not the same as ordinary planets. My scanner is designed to scan ordinary planets. It is very difficult to scan this kind of ring structure. Say; sent from EUR! Group, stay! Stay*9: 80>2!0;5&8/56 is difficult, you understand."

"You~are~lost~people~"

Maoche threw a three-dimensional expression pack of a kobold wearing a red scarf into the meeting room.

Although I don’t know where the group leader came up with these emoticons, throwing emoticons at each other in the meeting is better than fighting each other with machine guns and RPGs. After all, indiscriminate fighting in meetings is a tradition of horror erectus, and I have to taste it .

"proceed if you can!"

When Mr. Ma changed hands, a bunch of basketball-sized jokes were thrown towards the cat cart.

"I'm good at it! As long as the funds are in place! I will pull out the scientific research group of the Academy of Engineering tomorrow! If I can't handle this star ring, I will eat the group leader without dipping in oil!"

Although Maoche himself is at the level of dismantling the computer to clean the dust by himself, he can be called the most embarrassing mastermind in history, even after connecting his own processor to the central database of the Engineering Academy.

That is to say, a level that can understand what the group of technical boys who are particularly capable of thinking are thinking about.

But at this time, the benefits of bureaucracy are reflected. Although the cat car's thinking ability as a big tech master is a shame, it can't lead the group of awesome technical boys under him to think.

But as the leader of the Academy of Engineering, as long as he doesn't think about it, he can slap the table at the meeting of the Imperial Cake to extract the budget from other departments, and then hand the budget to the technical boys of the Academy of Engineering for burning. A very good master.

Now that there is such a big project as the study of the star ring, how can we not put it on the plate of the engineering institute? The structure of the star ring itself is enough for the technical boys in the engineering department to come up with 800 million ways to cheat the budget.

Not to mention such a big star ring, isn't it all known materials?Even if it was forcibly demolished by the space fleet, some equipment must have survived, right?

With unknown alien equipment, and being too busy with new topics, do we need to recruit some technical boys to study?Does the technical boy need to add some benefits to study so hard?

This star ring is the funding guarantee for the Academy of Engineering for at least 100 years in the future!

If I can eat this alone, I will be revered as a saint by the technical boys of the Engineering Academy!