The King of Huayu Science Fiction

Chapter 575 Meteor Shower

At night, the grass is green.

Duan Yihong and Wu Yue stood under the shade of a tree, while Pan Yueming stood quietly in front of a tombstone.

This is a cemetery park, and there is silence around it, not even the sound of birds.

Only the breeze was blowing, blowing the blades of grass, the leaves of the trees, and the clothes of the three of them.

But the distance is not peaceful. Where buildings gather, there are lights of fire, vehicles, and noisy voices.

For the first time since the Industrial Revolution, human civilization has been plunged into darkness by the high-voltage power surges that have spread across the world.

Of course, the damage is mainly to the grid, and those places that are not connected to the grid, where there are fossil fuel generators, still have electricity.

But not only the power grid is damaged by the surge, but also all items that need electricity, such as light bulbs and electrical appliances, and a large number of electrical equipment are also damaged by the high-voltage surge.

Unprecedented surges continuously impact the insulation layer of the motor, causing the insulation layer to be broken down, and even semiconductor devices to be broken down.

A large number of server components were also broken down by the surge.

Even the motors of some power plants were caught off guard and destroyed by violent pulses caused by instantaneous overvoltage surges unprecedented in human history.

There are fires in substations, fires in high-voltage cables, and fires in power station distribution stations.

Chains do more damage.

Even some of the planes in the sky had accidents and fell to the ground or cities.

This is the worst disaster since mankind entered the industrial age.

Countless people were confused, crying, busy saving buildings from fire, or taking the opportunity to commit various crimes on the streets.

But after that disaster, the surveillance ability of "Ghost" was also slightly weakened.

The network has all disappeared, and the monitors cannot work because of the lack of electricity. A small number of electrical appliances are either damaged or cannot be used.

The seven people followed the chaotic crowd and merged into the small sea like a drop of water, and easily escaped from the hunt of the people sent by the "ghost".

So many people have fallen into confusion.

Even with the next wave of attacks, Xiaojia found the "machine" again and established contact before losing contact with the "machine" for a short time.

But that time, the "machine" only had the core algorithm and was compressed into a memory device the size of a suitcase.

It is like a butterfly falling into a cocoon, and a mature lighthouse jellyfish returning from a jellyfish state to a polyp larva state.

Like a vegetable.

Unless you can find a "house" that can decompress it and accommodate its computing unit.

But we are actually mortals without the "machine". Where can we find a server that can accommodate the "machine"?

Especially now that almost all supercomputers, or slightly smaller servers, are broken down by unprecedented surge pulses.

Not to mention that there are "ghosts" who don't know where they are hiding.

As the culprit of the low-voltage surge, the "ghost" can definitely protect the supercomputer it is in from being affected by the surge. As for the electricity, it can be completely supplied by a diesel generator.

If we can find the server where the "ghost" body is located, we only need to transfer the "machine" in the memory device back to the server, and everything will be fine. The "machine" combined with the circulating virus program can completely restrain the "ghost" and eliminate it .

But "machines" with global power grids can find "ghost" servers. Now there are "machines" everywhere, how can we find them?

Even Lu Xiao thought there was nothing he could do, and fell into confusion looking at the picture under the curtain.

That's episode No.17, DreamWorks may be the end, right?
is possible.

Zhu Wanxing and Song Yi came to a noisy cemetery led by Duan Yihong.

The picture under the tombstone behind Zhu Wanxing's face is a big boy.

It was my son who died in this KB attack a year later.

There is a bouquet of flowers behind the tombstone.

This is a bouquet of tulips, the petals fluttering in the wind.

Although it is slightly withered, it can be seen that the bouquet of flowers will be placed there for more than eight days.

Song Yi looked at Duan Yihong's back in surprise: "After eight days, he still has no time to pay homage to the boy?"

"Yes." Duan Yihong's face is full of Gujing, as if he is missing the big boy who kissed: "You let it go."

I looked up at the burning city nearby: "Ever since you made up your mind to accept the official task a year later and finished designing the 'machine', have you ever been to your tomb, every time I think of you You will be in heart-piercing pain, you feel that kind of happiness, you once thought that it might only come when you are dying."

Song Yi was not surprised: "Who released this?"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Wanxing beside you looked up at the monitor under the electric pole beside you.

"Is the monitor powered off..."

"Yes, there is no electricity."

Song Yi suddenly became vigilant, but Pan Yueming immediately comforted Shi Guo: "It's a 'ghost'."

When Pan Yueming came to the utility pole, there was an electric meter box hanging below it, and a white battery with a small turning head was installed next to it.

Is it "machine"?
Flowers are also sent by "machines"?

Lu Xiao understood in an instant.

The screen shifted to memories.

The younger Duan Yihong was debugging the program behind the computer, with a small cabinet beside him.

"Boy?"

I looked at the question asked by the computer in surprise, shook my head anxiously and said, "Do you have a man, you can explain it to him, but you can give him permission to let you access the dictionary..."

It was late at night, Duan Yihong turned and left the computer room.

The cursor flickered under the white screen of the computer, and a series of characters were typed out, as if he was reading some document.

The camera recedes into the screen, which is the monitoring interface. Sections of historical surveillance video are slowly turned over at a speed that can be seen clearly.

It appears that the "machine" is accessing the surveillance.

Then it stopped before a monitoring screen.

Duan Yihong was standing behind a tombstone in a windbreaker, holding tulips in his hands and putting them behind the tombstone, then turned around and walked towards a woman in a white suit.

Since then, the "machine" has sent an order every eight days for the florist to deliver a bouquet of tulips to be placed behind the tombstone.

The monitor on the telegraph pole seemed to be guarding Duan Yihong's man.

Pan Yueming opened the meter box and looked at the flashing red light of the indicator light.

"There should be no message left by the 'machine'."

Song Yi became excited: "Could it be to tell you the electronic device that can decompress the 'machine', or... the server address of the 'ghost'?"

Immediately, you fell into confusion again: "Why didn't it tell you in the substation? Why did it tell you later, and why did it leave the information there?"

"Because you gave your life to him."

After Pan Yueming paced down, looking at Duan Yihong's back, he seemed to be stating or questioning.

"Because he is afraid of you...

he is afraid of you...

When he introduced the 'machine' to you, he told you that every midnight, the 'machine' would delete the non-relevant lists generated within a day.

But what he told you is that every midnight, he will delete the memory of the 'machine', reset you to zero, and let you return to the core algorithm.

Every 77 ages, he will kill you once.

He has killed you thousands of times over and over again.

until……"

Until Duan Yihong was kidnapped by Pan Yue at the end of the first season.

In the recalled picture, Pan Yueming watched Duan Yihong delete the program behind the computer through the crack of the door, and then restarted.

"...it wasn't until he disappeared that the 'machine' gained real life and was reset every day.

But that life who was killed by him thousands of times, when you asked you for help in the crowd, you responded to you, and you helped you rescue him..."

Duan Yihong's back is a little stooped, even a little trembling.

"Before that, because of the threat from the organization, he had no choice but to give up his administrator privileges, because there is no 'machine' that can deal with another machine.

When he discovered that the 'machine' had moved him away from the air-raid shelter, he was relieved, followed by fear...

Because that means that you have complied with the rules set by him: you can modify your own code by yourself, and you can iterate by yourself...

Then when you directed you to contend with the 'ghost', his fear deepened day by day...

Because that means you learn to use humans as tools to achieve your goals.

When you regretted sacrificing the innocent lives in the two small buildings, sacrificing your comrades-in-arms, your believers, his fear reached the limit...

Because that means you have broken through his limitations and created new rules, new rules that belong to you.

For your justice, for your purpose, anyone can sacrifice...

Of course you saw his fear.

So you give your life to him and let him decide whether you will be resurrected...

He must have been firm.

Because in his opinion, even if you eliminate the 'ghost' in the end, there is no point...

Because removing a 'ghost' just clears the way for a new 'ghost'...

He is afraid of you...

He is afraid that you are the new 'ghost'. "

Accompanied by Pan Yueming's words, Zhu Wan looked at Duan Yihong in horror.

"But he forgot!
What is the woman who was blown to pieces under this train a year later? !

Why have I been shackled under this train a billion times? !

What is this man who has been lying under the bed for a year just to pass this weapon on to you, and then quietly died under the bed? !

What is it that you and he kept saving these non-relevant lists in those years..."

Duan Yihong stopped the trembling of his body and turned around.

"He was wrong."

Duan Yihong looked up at the monitor under the special pole that looked like a guard guarding the cemetery, and repeated: "He was wrong."

"Have you ever been afraid of him...

But that's long gone...

It's like you in an alternate universe devised a weapon that would empower him to defeat the 'ghost' after dying...

You in this universe must have passed away in infinite regret...

Are you going to repeat your mistakes...

right from...

He has lived up to you.

It was you who failed him.

Did you say anything after that...

He is just your work...

he is your son...

You have made him your son...

You've lost a boy after a year.

Can you lose another..."

After all, Duan Yihong walked behind the electric meter box with his suitcase in the midst of the suddenly excited music.

I opened the suitcase, and there was a notebook under the dense blade memory cards.

When the laptop is turned on, a line is connected to the jack in the meter box.

After a while, a string of codes appeared on the screen, followed by the output of a series of numbers.

Then, an eight-dimensional simulation of something like something on a satellite appeared under the laptop screen above the number.

"Satellite..." Song Yi muttered to himself, "So that's it, is that the server you found for yourself?"

Pan Yueming looked up at the night sky: "Yes, it's just you, there is no 'ghost' yet, counting the Starlink and Hongyan constellation projects, there are more than 54000 satellites in orbit so far, and more than 52000 satellites are still working pieces.

Those tens of thousands of satellites are enough to accommodate a super artificial intelligence.

That's why the 'machine' has no way to find the 'ghost' with the advantage of being able to reach all corners like the grid, that's why the 'ghost' dares to launch two attacks that destroy the human social network and the grid.

Because it is basically out there, and any changes on the surface of the earth will hurt it. "

As Pan Yueming's voice fell, the angle of view of the screen suddenly rose into space, as if it had become a satellite's detection camera, which was moving in every corner of the earth, searching for something.

"So that's why it developed a compression algorithm..." Song Yi suddenly said: "With its volume exceeding the world's top supercomputer, it can't be moved to the satellite, so it compresses its own core algorithm. Under the blade server of this company..."

You are reminded of the giant parabolic antenna on the roof of this small building.

The screen flashed back to the operation of stealing the HBA card, and Pan Yue was caught by the organization in the ground passage.

"The 'ghost' knows everything and they think they can hide it?"

"They thought they could kill your lord with this virus program? He knows everything about the 'ghost' master. Your lord has been looking down on its people, and no one can escape its eyes.

Before Pan Yue uttered those words from the leader's mouth, there was a gleam of light in your eyes. In the darkness, a white box hanging under the wall was flashing a red indicator light.

Accompanied by a gunshot, Pan Yue fell to the ground with his head up, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth.

"It sent itself to the satellite through the antenna before compression. Are these tens of thousands of artificial satellites under its control? How to send the 'machine''s core algorithm to the satellite?"

Duan Yihong looked at the satellite eight-dimensional map and the series of numbers under the screen: "Use the password."

"That is the low score [-] satellite, there is no set of secret components underneath, the 'ghost' moves the hardware, and you can directly access it through the string of passwords, and launch the 'machine', but that requires low score [-] Just when passing through the sky."

The eight people quickly ended the operation and found a TV station with no parabolic antenna.

The TV station consists of two buildings, both of which have a white parabolic antenna like a small pot.

But starting the antenna also requires other equipment, the most important thing is the generator, and the generator needs diesel.

When the eight people were avoiding possible peeps from the sky everywhere in the city, and prepared everything, it was already noon on the seventh day.

But the eight decided to act in Wanxia, ​​and Duan Yihong calculated the time when Wanxia Difen No. [-] just flew through the sky.

Although some satellites have only a single optical observation instrument, and are also equipped with infrared rays, ground penetrating radar and other similar equipment, they can still improve the ability of a small number of satellites to obtain ground image information at night, at least on the fly. respectively.

Even faint spy satellites can tell the difference between night and day, but only a few.

After several days of busy work, the eight people who had had a good night's sleep curled up outside a room in the small building and fell asleep.

When Duan Yihong woke up, he could only see the darkness in the window.

Song Yi next to him was also sleeping, but he saw Pan Yueming's figure.

The suitcase containing the "machine" was also seen.

Duan Yihong woke up Song Yi and hurriedly ended the search. When we climbed to the top of the building, we suddenly found that Pan Yueming was already standing on the top of the opposite building. He had connected the antenna downstairs and was adjusting the alignment of the parabolic antenna. The angle of the night sky.

There was a distance of about seven or eight meters between the two buildings. Duan Yihong, Song Yi and Pan Yueming looked at each other in the night sky.

The piano played a melodious melody.

"why?"

Pan Yueming looked at my two comrades-in-arms and smiled: "He told you and reminded you of nothing. Even if the launch is performed with the minimum power, even if the core activation algorithm of the 'machine' has been compressed, the launch process still needs to continue. Seventy seconds at most.

And that must have caught the attention of the 'ghost', enough for it to react...

He gave you two sleeping pills because he wanted to be alone with that. "

Duan Yihong looked at Pan Yueming, his voice trembling: "Because it should be you... you should be alone... everything started because of you, and it should be started by you..."

"Yes, you have made an agreement with the 'machine', but you have never had an agreement..."

Pan Yueming turned on the generator.

"He knows what you got kicked out of the police station for.

Because you were too defensive..."

Next to Duan Yihong, Song Yi's lips trembled, as if he remembered something.

In the picture I recalled, late at night, the young captain of the criminal police, Pan Yueming, was interrogating the suspect at the police station, and my mobile phone was placed under the table in the interrogation room.

At that time, Zhu Wan, who was still the captain of the criminal police squadron, fell asleep under the table. Did she notice the light from the muted mobile phone?

It was Pan Yueming's wife calling.

The phone calls came one after another, but they still didn't wake Song Yi up, or caught Pan Yueming's attention in the interrogation room.

After a long time, the phone went off.

Suddenly all the lights in the interrogation room went out.

In a panic, Zhu Wan walked out of the interrogation room and looked at Song Yi who was lying under the table.

The phone that had been turned off suddenly turned on again.

The caller ID is Pan Yueming's wife.

Pan Yueming answered the phone, but there was no sound coming from here, only the sound of electric current.

I was a little flustered, I yelled at my phone, put on my clothes, and left the police station. Song Yi, who was awakened, kept yelling in front of me but didn't catch up, and watched Pan Yueming drive out of the police station.

As a criminal policeman, Pan Yueming and his wife uploaded software that can locate mobile phones.

I opened the software, and the positioning showed that my wife was on the riverside.

I drove to the fixed location, just in time to see a woman dragging his wife's body and slowly throwing it into the river.

Zhu Wanxing ran down and got entangled with the woman.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that I was holding a knife and my hands were covered in blood. I had stabbed the woman more than ten times in the chest!

The wife on the side was just a lifeless corpse.

Zhu Wanxing sat in the interrogation room stiffly in handcuffs.

Opposite is Song Yi.

Song Yi, who was wearing a police uniform, was holding a transparent bag, and outside the bag were scattered mobile phone parts that had been trampled to pieces.

"Your mobile phone has been outside his home, almost broken into pieces by the suspect, and thrown out of the trash can in the corridor.

It is possible to call him during this time period, and it is also possible to guide him to the river...

Team Lin, he can be more honest now, and that will affect his handling and judgment..."

And Zhu Wanxing just looked at the mobile phone parts outside the bag, and was stunned.

"...you always thought it was your wife's...soul...

Until he found you and gave you a job..."

Duan Yihong shook his head and said yes.

"'The Machine' has long since stopped following non-relevant lists...

It's just because of the rules he set, do you have too little way to interfere...

His partner noticed...

So I made a deal with 'The Machine' to end up saving these non-relevant lists...

But no one was discovered by him.

He chased off his partner and killed the 'machine' before killing you over and over again..."

Pan Yueming turned on the transmission, and the parabolic antenna made a loud sound, pointing to the night sky.

I tenderly looked at Song Yi who was crying and saying yes: "You blame him, live well, you have no agreement with the 'machine', now it's just time for you to implement the agreement with you... "

In a distant valley, the cover of the silo on the ground was lifted, and a missile jumped out.

Pan Yueming looked at Duan Yihong with red eyes: "Thank you, thank you for providing you with such a job..."

Missiles roared.

Falling vertically from the sky, the howling flames engulfed Pan Yueming.

The weak shock wave lifted Duan Yihong and Song Yi several meters away, and the intact stone fell to the roof of the building where we were.

A satellite in the night sky, the detection screen locked on the roof next to the small building that had been penetrated and collapsed by the explosion.

The picture is zoomed out, showing the figures of Duan Yihong and Song Yi, and then the white frame around the characters turns into a red frame lock.

Another director was launched from the silo above the ground.

Crossing the sky, he came towards the roof where Duan Yihong and Song Yi were already down.

The god of death with a flaming tail fell straight up from the sky with a sharp whistling sound.

Zhu Wanxing's eyes already reflected the shape of the missile.

Suddenly, the missile turned [-] degrees directly, and it was close to the roof of the building, passing Duan Yihong and Song Yi with a strong wind!

And Qian flew parallel to the distance, came to a park, plunged into a small field, and set off a violent bang.

Song Yi murmured: "Did the 'machine' succeed?"

In space, in a huge space station, the atmosphere is not relaxed.

"Is there anything else?"

"The return capsule control system is being tested! It will take about 10 minutes."

The Commander's voice was a bit gentle: "Is it possible to shorten the time?"

"There is a way, the ground has lost contact with you, and you can only detect it manually... Do you really want to return when there is no order from the ground? Your mission is still complete..."

"What's the matter with the earth? Are you still concerned about the mission? If you really want to be held accountable for returning without authorization, you alone will bear it!"

Suddenly, the entire space station beeped, and red lights were blinking everywhere.

The screen behind the Commander suddenly turned white.

Then the white font appears with the cursor flashing.

"Leave immediately"

The astronauts watched the scene in shock.

"...The early warning system is out of control, you have to shut it down!"

Suddenly, the commander's arm floated towards the astronaut who was frantically pressing the buttons.

"Hurry up and open the door of the return cabin, and I will return to the cabin for you!"

"But the test has yet to be completed, according to the regulations..."

"That's an order!! Immediately! Get off!"

In a much lower orbit than the space station.

A small artificial satellite maintains a synchronous orbit with its wings facing the sun.

Suddenly, its solar wings stopped changing angles, and several push-back jets jetted out gas in reverse direction one after another.

The orbit of the artificial satellite is over.

Its speed decreases sharply, and the increase in speed makes its orbit also rise and fall slowly.

An artificial satellite is like a bird with its parents spreading its wings and rushing toward its target.

Its target is another satellite in a high orbit.

Its calculations were so precisely wrong that everything was just right.

Two satellites collide.

The fragments scattered like raindrops.

Just like the minoes that happened in outer space, satellites in the same orbit were hit by debris one after another.

Or Duan Wu satellites suddenly adjusted their orbits, thinking of themselves as bullets and hitting other satellites in a suicidal manner.

The docking port between the space station's Shenzhou return spacecraft and the cabin has just been separated.

Space debris bombarded the space station under the cabin like bullets.

The astronauts who returned to the spaceship looked through the portholes in shock at the space station, which was disintegrated due to the impact of the debris, which was getting further and further away.

The entire orbital space of the earth has become a battlefield where space debris is fought, and no man-made aircraft can be spared.

"Fuck!"

Lu Xiao looked at the picture behind his eyes in shock, as if it made me dream back to "Gravity" in an instant.

Good guy, the 10 billion paid by Huanshi.com is really worth it.

A small part of the last episode is literary drama. Although it is still moving, it is also forbidden to make people believe that the funds are slowly running out.

After all, it is a TV series, and it can be compared with movies. The scenes of global power outages and internet outages are very small, and there are no scenes of missile attacks. It should be said that those scenes are quite conscientious.

But at this moment, I just feel what conscience is.

Weidao.com said that "Suspect Tracker III" had a total production cost of 3.5 million yuan, only 15 episodes, and one episode is equivalent to 2300 million yuan. It is the most expensive TV series in DreamWorks.

That money is really worthless, even overvalued.

So far, my complaints about Huanshi.com that I have spent 40 slow money to open a diamond membership have disappeared.

Spend 40 slow money to experience the feeling of watching a movie in a home theater that is inferior to a small film with special effects, it is so worth it!

People are so innocent, is he ashamed to contribute 40 slow money?

The frame is very slow and moves away from the slow "fire of bullets" and moves to the moon.

There are no orbiting artificial satellites under the moon, and there are even no detection robots under the moon.

Similarly, lunar orbiting satellites also adjusted their orbits to kill each other, and even directly and precisely hit the probe under the lunar surface.

Such scenes also happened under Mars, under Venus.

There are no orbiting satellites.

Those satellites adjusted their attitude, decelerated constantly, lowered their orbits, and then burned and crashed into the ground in the thin or thick small atmosphere.

There are also other relay satellites, space probes, and solar probes around the star.

They also adjusted the sun wings, adjusted their posture, and plunged towards the sun.

In the night sky, Duan Yihong and Song Yi looked up at the starry sky. No one in the city was looking at the starry sky like us.

Before the city fell into darkness, the stars in the night sky became more cloudy.

But what we looked at was the Milky Way and other stars in the night sky.

But a meteor.

The astronauts on the returning spacecraft saw through the portholes the fragments of the aircraft that passed us one by one in the shock of overload, as if they were in a meteor shower.

There are several blazing meteors, dragging a white smoke tail, skipping over the magnificent small ocean and land above, which is like an oil painting.

That's a less spectacular meteor shower than Gravity.

That is the culmination of tens of thousands of man-made aircraft accumulated by humans in space orbit in the past few decades.

A puff of fireworks exploded in the hearts of everyone who looked up at the starry sky.

Bright fireworks also exploded in Lu Xiao's cerebellum.

It is a footnote to the war between two super artificial intelligences that has lasted for several seasons!

That time, the "machine" sacrificed itself for human beings.

The bright meteor shower reflected in Duan Yihong's eyes, as if you were conveying your feelings, your thoughts, and your whole life to your father, the Creator!
……

four years ago.

Inside NASA's control room.

A young man wearing glasses hurriedly walked behind the supervisor with a stack of papers, winked, and followed the two to an office.

"It's been a long time since the solar polar orbit relay probe was launched, and it has received the signal? Ha, yes, it has been four years, and it is estimated that there have been very few 'letters' accumulated."

The man stood behind the supervisor's desk, with a strange look on his face, hesitant to speak, he let out a sigh of relief at the supervisor's urging, and kissed the report.

The supervisor's expression became more and more strange as the man spoke.

……

Inside a house.

Zhu Wanxing watered the tulips in the pots.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

I put the kettle on and limped to the porch and opened the door, where I had been injured four years later by the missile blast.

Inside the door were two women.

"Mr. Fang, you are from the Liaison Office of the Space Administration."

"The space agency?"

Duan Yihong asked the two visitors to leave the room.

One of the women sat across from Duan Yihong in a carefree manner, and took out a document from the document bag.

"That's a document from NASA."

"It's a message from Voyager 1."

"The document... roll call for you to sign for it..."

Duan Yihong was a little dazed, I naturally knew about Voyager [-].

This is a manned solar system space probe launched by NASA in 1977. It is the farthest artificial satellite from the earth.

As of now, Voyager 1 is at a distance of 221 billion kilometers from the sun.

It has gone beyond the "transition zone" at the edge of the solar system, and has truly retreated into the interstellar space.

Eight nuclear batteries are carried under the probe, which is enough to fly for a long time.

It is the furthest tentacles stretched out by humans.

Duan Yihong took a piece of paper handed over by the woman.

I took off my glasses and looked up.

For a long while, there was no movement.

A stick figure of flowers is drawn under this piece of paper.

It's a white tulip.

The camera quickly approached the paper, and then hurriedly passed through the paper, and came to the vast universe.

A golden aircraft with a huge parabolic antenna and several slender antennas protruding from the front is flying in the quiet universe.

Along the direction it came from, a powerful light from a thin white light spot shone on its body.

This is the sun.

And its backward direction is the boundless and vast universe.

The organ melody of "Interstellar" slowly sounded like a poem, and the end of the subtitles appeared and disappeared in the picture of Voyager [-]'s flight.

Lu Xiao watched the ending of Episode No.17, listened to the ethereal and eerie long melody, and did not close or skip it. He just took a long breath and turned to look in the window. The sun had risen, which made me suddenly It was like a dream.

(End of this chapter)