Planetary Museum

Your Excellency the Consul has been paying attention to the entire conversation between the lawyer and the other party. With the help of the most advanced analysis technology, he can even observe Changxing's speech in real time, as well as the heartbeat, breathing rate changes, and brain wave changes that are brewing every time he speaks. waveform...

But these are still far from the information that His Excellency the Consul needs, too far, too far.

"Trash!" Seeing that the lawyer actually began to listen to Changxing's tirade, the consul knew that this trash had no chance of success.

"What about the authorization of the brain wave reader?" Your Excellency the Consul turned his head and questioned the legal adviser, "Why haven't you got it yet? He is the only clue now, the only one, do you understand? Also, the Second Earth Authorization over there..."

"They refused, Your Excellency," the political adviser reminded the consul, "the government of the Second Earth is a very weak government...the arrest operation that we cooperated with us before is already the maximum scope of their capabilities. Everyone in the game data is protected."

"People? What people? Whose people? Are aliens considered people?" The consul took the communicator in his hand and hammered the table in front of him like a hammer, regardless of his own image. Do their laws protect aliens...or even just alien data?"

"No, but from the perspective of game design, the data of the three aliens belongs to the background data of the game. Modifying the game data in the virtual world is more difficult than mining the quality of the earth, especially the setting of this basic world. … often require a referendum.”

"Then let them vote quickly!" The full-name referendum has been promoted by the consul no less than hundreds of times from the beginning of the war to the present. Anyway, it is a matter for everyone to do a multiple-choice question...

"Even if we push for a referendum...the result will not be what we want," the political adviser said with a grim look on his face, "and they are aliens. In the virtual world, they are... much more popular than us."

Since the Commonwealth entered modern civilization, so many works of art, through various means, text, pictures, movies, music, games...Almost all possible aliens have been depicted.

Take the aliens of the savior type as an example, there are not less than a dozen names that can be uttered by a government adviser in one breath... Now, all the enthusiastic pursuit of these works has converged on the new ones, these few The simulated data volume comes up...

Even if they are not real aliens, they are just virtual personalities simulated based on alien memory data.

Why would the People's Army be willing to help them?It is not optimistic about the particularity of their identities.

A long time ago, when he was in office, a consul said that if there were really aliens in the universe, he would not need to start a war, and he would directly participate in the consul election and rule the Federation directly.

"Your Excellency, it's time to consider Plan C," the political adviser suggested again, "We can't put all our hopes on the Second Federation... On the Second Earth, this Second Federation is just a mascot."

Although the name is the same as in reality, it is called the Federation, and there is also the name of the consul, but the actual power gap is too great.The Consul of the Second Federation can't even investigate the specific status of a player, let alone order other players to cooperate and take specific actions.

If it wasn't for the waste of the Second Federation, how could the simple capture operation fail?

The time and place of the appearance of the alien named Wu Xiaoqing can almost be determined, but in the end he still failed to catch anyone - it is said that the policemen who participated in the operation were temporarily busy and went on strike to play other games... ...this reason sounds downright ridiculous...

In the final analysis, the essence of Second Earth is still a game, not reality.Even if the player lives there far longer than in the Federation.However, it is impossible for people to be serious in the game...

"Didn't you say before that the planning team of Plan C is a group of idiots who only know how to do addition?" The consul looked at the political adviser in surprise, "Besides, the major fleets are currently short of manpower..."

"It is really because of the lack of manpower that we urgently need to complete this mission. If we don't hurry up now, we can take it down quickly when the other party is not familiar with the environment. When they start to understand the world...we have almost no It’s possible to catch them!” said the political adviser, “For this reason, we can even stop some military operations on the front line…”

"The front line is already very tight!" The consul just attended the combat meeting three hours ago. At the meeting, he was desperately urged by more than a dozen fleet commanders to fulfill the promise - to add enough manpower to them.But judging from the current situation, instead of supplementing it, it is necessary to draw a considerable part of the existing servicemen to carry out additional operations outside the military...

The Consul could almost imagine the expressions of those commanders now—it would definitely not be any better than his current expression.

"At present, the intelligent body has no plans to attack further. The staff believes that he is still hoarding the number of warships for the next attack... We still have at least twelve days," the chief of staff reported, "If the operation can guarantee If it is completed within twelve days..."

"In twelve days, how many people can we draw to participate in Plan C?"

"740, Your Excellency." The chief of staff reported the figure calculated long ago, as well as the source of this figure, to the consul through the communicator.

"Is this enough?" The consul turned his head and fixed his eyes on the chief intelligence officer's face.

The intelligence officer pursed his lips, facing the consul's eyes, and shook his head slightly.

"How much is the minimum required?"

"The resident population of the entire Second Earth exceeds 180 billion. Of course, a large part of them are overlapping populations that overlap with other virtual communities... These populations are distributed on the basis of the Second Earth with a high degree of dispersion. , more than [-] million games... on average, the number of people in a game is six."

"However, considering the highly discrete distribution of the game population, in fact 80.00% of the game population is concentrated in less than 20.00% of the games. In the most mainstream games, there are even more than 50 billion people..."

"They are "The Cage of the Sky" and "Reflection Traveling"... This is the list, Your Excellency, you should read it yourself."

The intelligence officer directly projected the icon, played it publicly in the room, and then jumped to the point: "These more than 2 million games are only second-level games... Many games will also have third-level simulations. , and the fourth level, the fifth level..."

"Because many games have confidentiality mechanisms, we are temporarily unable to know the specific situation in each game. But in the past, the Medical Department once conducted a brain health survey of the citizens of the entire Federation. The content of the survey was related to the key information of the brains of all citizens... ..."

"Time is limited..." At this point, the intelligence officer skipped several pages full of data and framework diagrams: "You don't need to know the technical details, but I think this conclusion is really what we need for this mission..." The intelligence officer stopped the screen, "It mentioned that the amount of common information between federal citizens has fallen below 5%. Although the physical distance between everyone has hardly changed, they still live on these fifteen planets. , but the distance in consciousness is expanding rapidly, just like the overall expansion of the universe, and the speed of discreteness is accelerating."

"Specifically for this mission, it means that most people don't communicate at all in the game, and some games are indeed more popular... This is true, but at the same time, more and more people choose to play alone, and One prefers to experience as many kinds of games as possible..."

"According to some data analysis provided by the Ministry of Information, we made a conservative estimate that the number of games in Second Earth has exceeded 300 billion... That is to say, with our current manpower, each soldier needs to search more than 2000 games ...Based on twelve days, an average of 5 games per day...It takes almost [-] minutes to complete an investigation. This is beyond our capabilities."

The consul was stunned by this string of numbers, 300 billion games: "Is this the literary and artistic achievement of the entire Federation in the past few hundred years?"

"Yes, more than 90.00% of games were born within 150 years... Limited by energy and storage technology, the growth rate is now slowing down," the intelligence official further explained, "Now you should be able to understand why We can’t collect the mass of the earth for war, right? Because most of the mass of the entire earth is used to develop memory and calculators…simulation games consume more than ten times the energy of all fleets combined.”

"Is this just a second Earth? What about the third and fourth?"

"There are more of them! Your Excellency the Consul," the intelligence official said, "but the servers on the earth are mainly on the second earth, and the third and fourth earths mainly lay servers in space orbit... Tianxing and Mercury ...more than half of their mass has been transported into orbit, and in another century or two, these two planets may no longer exist, and will become completely discrete artificial asteroid belts."

The Consul stared blankly at the communicator, and for the first time felt that the Consul seemed to be a student who had just started school—he was facing completely new knowledge points.

"Our planet is going to be dismembered...why hasn't anyone informed me?"

"That is a spontaneous referendum by planetary residents, Your Excellency," the political officer reminded, "The federal government has no jurisdiction."

"Plan C..." the consul said with trembling lips, "I can allocate up to 500 million more people... from the reserve force to call in a group of soldiers urgently... how far is this from the plan requirements?"

"The search in the game is impossible to do in reality, you can search house by house... There is no spatial isolation in the game... You can imagine this scene, our soldiers have just searched a room..." Obviously, intelligence The officer was very unwilling to answer a number directly, but began to mention the difficulty of the task...

The consul sighed: "It's impossible for me to send more people in a short period of time... Let's just execute it like this. If there are only about 2000 million people, what do you estimate the success rate will be?"

The intelligence officer pointed to the virtual report in the air, and soon the automatic calculation program came to a conclusion based on the latest data - the probability of success is 40.00%.

"So low?" The consul's tone was filled with indescribable disappointment.

"It's so high?" The intelligence officer's tone was completely opposite, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Is a success rate of less than half considered high?"

"Compared to the difficulty of this task, it is already very amazing."