I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 432 The Fire Stealer

defect.

This word is familiar to everyone present.

The defection of the company did not surprise them, and they even felt that it was a bit of a joke.

Luden paid more attention to a detail,
"Did the painter instigate this matter?"

The Secretary simply replied,
"No."

The defection of the company is the will of the company, not influenced by the immortals.

They didn't want a god, and they didn't want to waste time on this planet, so they defected as soon as they had the power.

The company swept away all spaceships capable of galactic navigation and escaped from the solar system at the fastest speed.

Neither the painter nor the secretary-general chose to pursue.

First, the company's plan is very careful.

Not only did they take away the spaceship, they also took away the ability to build spaceships, and destroyed everything that could not be taken away, just to make Blue Star unable to pursue them.

Second, the company is not malicious.

This universe is not a dark forest, there is no civilization beyond the speed of light, and even the length of interstellar voyages is calculated in hundreds or thousands of years.

No speed can surpass light, and under this premise, most civilizations are safe.

The escaped company is not a big threat to Blue Star. Their population base is smaller, their technology foundation is weaker, and they need to consume a lot of resources during the voyage. The probability of technology surpassing Blue Star is almost zero.

Three to the company found a good excuse.

They claim to have been guided by the Holy Father to do what must be done and open up the barren land of the universe for Blue Star.

In other words, they are still under the light of the Father.

They are not defecting, but getting closer to the Father.

Defeating magic with magic belongs to yes.

During the voyage, the company will continue to exchange information with Blue Star. They are not like rebels, but more like an advance team.

In addition, the painter had no intention of pursuing this matter.

Therefore, big things are turned into small things, and small things are turned into small things.

"The direction of the company's departure is different from the direction of the previous fleet of the immortals. It is impossible for the two parties to meet. This may be what they planned from the beginning."

The Secretary-General continued to talk about what happened over the years,
"After the company left, the development on the planet became smoother. People had new goals, the stars and the sea, and everyone was obsessed with the starry sky above them. Sailing became the proudest thing of that era. From the blue star to the moon, from Moon to Mars, Jupiter."

Human footprints are getting farther and farther.

They are about to break into the mysterious universe again to reveal the secrets of the stars and the sea, just like the countless expedition ships in the fog city back then.

A new era is slowly beginning.

The universe is huge.

There is room for everyone.

No matter how big the contradiction is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the vast and boundless universe.

Everyone in the room quietly listened to the Secretary-General's narration, waiting for the next one.

"Before we set sail, the information receiver at the edge of the solar system received a message for help."

Luden's eyelids twitched slightly.

He knew it was coming.

"As you probably guessed, the signal for help came from the first fleet of Eternals who left. They originally established a new survival base and even found a lot of livable places. We have been in contact intermittently in those years, even if the signal travels at the speed of light, It also takes time to communicate.”

The Secretary-General didn't make a fool of himself, and said bluntly,
"According to the rules we agreed, this is the highest-level signal for help, so after receiving the signal, the painter and I immediately decided to support."

This resource exhausted the only remaining resources in their hands, and took out all their wealth before they could barely piece together a rescue team.

Originally, it was the painter who should lead the rescue team, but when he left, the painter changed his mind and the secretary-general led the team instead.

They are all immortals, there is not much difference in ability, but their personalities are very different.

The Secretary-General did not refuse, this kind of thing is just a duty to him.

Fulfilling his duties, the Secretary-General is very good at it.

"It took me nearly 200 years to reach the coordinates on the signal with the rescue fleet. Sorry, this is the only way to go without a lightspeed spacecraft. When we arrived, the war was over."

Having said that, the Secretary-General also showed a helpless expression.

The distance in space exists objectively and cannot be changed by personal will.

On this trip, he got up early and caught up with the evening set.

Perhaps the painter guessed this and stayed.

"I can't describe the details of this war to you. I don't even know the cause. I can only say that there is no winner in this war. Neither side can completely kill the other. The immortals are invincible in the real world , the undead in the virtual world is another kind of immortal, things have developed to this point, there is only one result."

Luden lowered his eyebrows slightly,

"Part ways."

Some people stay, some people continue the voyage.

"That's right, the immortals took away a very small part of the fleet, leaving behind most of the resources, as well as countless undead in the virtual world. Awu was also left here. After I learned about the situation, they invited me to be the manager staff, maintain each server."

"Wait a minute."

Jack couldn't understand.

"Since they are already in the virtual world and drove away the immortals, why do they need to do more and keep you as an administrator?"

It doesn't make sense!

Drive away the queen, Al, leave Awu, and invite the secretary-general to be the administrator.
Are these guys sexist? !
Instead of directly answering the question, the Secretary-General asked an unrelated question,
"Can you count from 1 to 100?"

Jack sneered, "Of course!"

What's so hard about this?
The Secretary-General continued to ask, "Is the word correct?"

"That's a good word!"

"I can too."

The Secretary-General continued,
"Then you can count from 1 to 1 billion, isn't that a good word?"

Jack: .
I see you are embarrassing me!
The Prophet said, "People always make mistakes."

He recorded a lot of things without missing a single word.

However, the Prophet knew that there would be a day when he made a clerical error, sooner or later.

The Secretary-General did not go around for too long, and announced the answer,

"People always make mistakes, what about machines? All data is stored between 1 and 0. Have you ever thought that a person is composed of countless data, even if any one of them suddenly becomes 1, what will happen? result?"

"hiss--"

Jack gasped, attracting everyone's attention.

Sabbath sneered, "You understand again?"

Jack shook his head and said truthfully,
"I don't understand, I just think it's more suitable for the atmosphere to breathe in the cool air at this time."

Everyone: .
The Secretary-General said, "Personal changes are only personal. What is really scary is that if there is a problem with the server, it will be a catastrophe for everyone! We calculated with supercomputers that the probability of such a thing happening is less than one in a billion." , about 0.63 parts per billion."

Jack was puzzled,
"Isn't the probability very low? What's there to be afraid of?"

The probability is less than one in a billion, less than one encounter in a hundred million times.

"The time in the virtual world is faster than the reality. One year outside, it may be ten years or a hundred years here."

The secretary said helplessly,

"It takes a long time to toss a coin [-] million times in this world, but here, one billionth, this is an astronomical figure!"

The probability of world destruction is too great for them to accept.

In order to reduce this astronomical figure as much as possible, and to protect their world as much as possible, the undead need a bridge, a maintainer, and an administrator.

Most of the behaviors can be automated, and the fewer people, the better, and the more reliable the better.

Eternal is the best choice.

So the secretary became the administrator until this time Luden came again..
After listening to the secretary-general's story, Luden pondered,

"So virtuality cannot exist without reality?"

"Yes."

The secretary nods,
"Their caves are made of reality, and I am the one who keeps the bonfire, casting light and shadow on the walls for them"

The undead who know the truth of the world have another more appropriate title for administrators:
fire stealer.

Steal the fire of reality and light up the virtual world.

(End of this chapter)