With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 309 Numayuan 091 Production Factory
"...?!!"

Looking at the translation text slowly emerging on the visor, Chen Fan suddenly widened his eyes.

Workplace?

It's their job to lie in a chair and wear a helmet? !

This strong sense of immediacy...

Are you sure it's not the ascension ceremony of Varela Church? !

So far, three dangerous technologies, namely star sand, nanomachines and thought stamps, have appeared in the Bray galaxy. Among them, star sand and nanomachines can be said to be replicas and enhanced versions of Varela civilization.

Even, in a sense, Varela civilization's cerebral cortex information high-frequency scanning and reading technology is actually the prerequisite technology for thought stamps!
And now, he saw a seat and helmet that were somewhat similar to those in the Ascension Ceremony!
These coincidences caused an extremely bad idea to appear in his mind.

Could it be that……

The Bray civilization also has an advanced artificial intelligence?
As soon as this idea emerged, it continued to linger in his mind.

'In terms of diet, these big birds will also provide free food that best suits the physiological characteristics of the race. '

Obviously, like him, Isa also thought of the ascension ceremony of Varela civilization and the [Source] behind it.

'Food and accommodation are included, and there is no pressure in life...Brother Fan, this is simply paradise! ! '

Thinking of the power shown by [Source] when he controlled the planetary fortress, Chen Fan suddenly felt a chill rising from behind!
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Isa beside him.

Chen Fan's expression suddenly froze: "..."

Gao Yuan, who is nearly half a head taller than him, is happily looking at the interior of the honeycomb-shaped production factory: "Brother Fan, look, the pay for this job is quite good!" '

What is this called?
The people of Varela will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter?
Thinking of this, Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Gao Yuan on the other side.

A rough voice squeezed into the spiritual network: 'Brother Fan, what riddle are you trying to solve? '

The moment they looked at each other, Chen Fan clearly saw the uneasiness in her eyes that was so intense that it couldn't be dispelled.

have to.

What level of existence will the artificial intelligence that controls a seventh-level civilization be?

'The big bird just said that the working time is about six hours a day, and the rest of the time can be freely moved and rested in the production factory. '

'What? '

Level II? Or is it level III?

Isa's pretty little face was hidden in the shadow behind her visor. After noticing Chen Fan's gaze, she raised her head slightly and met Chen Fan's gaze.

Chen Fan asked Isha in the spiritual network with a solemn expression.

It seems that this stupid guy like Gao Yuan is completely unaware of the problem! !

'You thought about that too, didn't you? '

'Gao Yuan, do you think it's possible...' Before Chen Fan could speak, Isha's soft and calm voice sounded in the spiritual network, 'Six hours may be the limit of working hours, and longer working hours will Cause irreversible serious damage to organisms? '

Seeing Isa nodding in recognition, Chen Fan's vigilance had been raised to the extreme.

Gao Yuan's expression changed slightly, he glanced at Isa suspiciously, and then quickly glanced at Najib in front of him who was casually introducing the work process.

He muttered in the spiritual network: 'This job seems to be quite easy, it shouldn't be like this...'

"...Thought synchronization control console." Naji's voice came from the front, interrupting the communication between Chen Fan and the others in the spiritual network. "With the help of this device, you can remotely control various mechanical equipment of the mine-laying civilization for construction. Work."

Thought synchronization console?
Chen Fan couldn't help but frown:
It sounds like it has nothing to do with ascension?
[It's a bit like an immersive remote control method. 】

Yi's voice rang in the psychic network: [The People's Federation used to have similar remote control methods. 】

[But due to some reasons, this technology was eventually eliminated by the People's Academy of Sciences. 】

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: 'Some reasons? '

[Communication delay. 】

[The People's Federation has a vast territory. Although the propagation speed of tachyons and cross-universe broadcasts far exceeds the speed of light, communication delay is still a problem that cannot be ignored. 】

[For work and warfare that require extremely high precision, this weak delay is unacceptable to the People's Federation. 】

Chen Fan suddenly realized.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when [Zero] came to [Varilla] with the help of the stargate transmission interface.

The data transmission delay at that time was only 19μs (microseconds), but Mochi who controlled the star gate still lamented that there was a serious lag.

According to this standard...

Communication delay is indeed a huge drawback that cannot be tolerated.

'Are there no other problems besides communication delays? '

Chen Fan asked in the spiritual network.

[Database information shows that other issues are minor and insignificant. 】

Hearing this, Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but the vigilance in his heart did not decrease too much - after all, the judgment standard is the People's Federation. Who knows whether the technology of this mine-laying civilization is mature or not, and whether there will be any side effects.

Just like Isa just said.

Six hours of working time is probably the limit set for "sustainable development".

……

More than ten minutes later. Chen Fan and others followed Najib's footsteps to a production factory located at the bottom of the hive.

Through the transparent portholes made of glass-like material, Chen Fan clearly saw the scene inside the production factory.

With a light yellow-brown atmosphere, the ground paved with stone slabs was wet, and young Hemlock trees sprouted from the ground, growing with difficulty in this closed space that was not spacious.

"let me see……"

Najib raised his big wings, revealing the sharp claws hidden underneath them.

Sharp nails rapped quickly on the console nearby, and lines of sharp and complex text appeared on the walls of the pale silver production factory: "Numayuan 091 Production Factory, the current production load is 10%..."

"This is it."

A satisfied smile appeared on Najib's face: "You all go in, this will be your work and living area from now on."

As he spoke, he entered a line of instructions on the console again.

laugh……

A hidden huge hatch quietly opened on the metal wall on the side of the production factory, revealing a spacious and bright transfer cabin.

It can prevent the internal environment of the production factory from being polluted by the internal environment of the [Turbine].

Amber, who was walking at the front, calmed down, stepped through the hatch first, and walked into the empty transit cabin in front of her.

Chen Fan and two assistants naturally followed closely behind.

Just as Chen Fan was about to cross the hatch, Najib, who was free, finally noticed the extremely special postures of the three Chen Fans - compared with the thin and short Marsh Yuan people, the heights of the three Chen Fans were obviously abnormal.

"and many more!"

Najib suddenly let out a sharp cry: "What's going on with you three?"

He looked down at Chen Fan and the other two people from a high position: "You... don't seem like people from the Marsh Abyss?"

"Sir Najib!!"

Amber, who had just entered the transit cabin, was shocked. She quickly turned around and left the transit cabin, and trotted unsteadily to Najib's side: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

In Najib's doubtful eyes, Amber stepped forward cautiously: "It's all caused by genetic mutation."

"You should know that the Ramsey Empire..."

Nagy followed Amber's gaze and glanced at the sarcoma on his body, and suddenly realized.

Although he is somewhat unusual for such a huge mutation, but...

Gene mutation, the main thing is diversity and uncontrollability.

Reproductive isolation has occurred within the Bray civilization. What else is impossible?

Thinking of this, Najib's mood instantly worsened.

Because of the existence of reproductive isolation, it is quite complicated for the Bray people to find a partner - they must first go through genetic screening to ensure that there is no reproductive isolation between the two parties.

But it's not over yet.

No one can guarantee that reproductive isolation will occur on both sides someday in the future.

After all, the "radiation" brought by the Ramsey Empire is continuous erosion.

This leads to an extremely rare situation:

Some unlucky Bray people will find that their partners are reproductively isolated from themselves when they wake up!
Thinking of the sad thing that happened to him not long ago, Najib's face suddenly turned ugly.

He had no intention of asking anymore, and just waved his hand casually: "Come on, come on, come in quickly!"

……

The huge hidden hatch slowly closed, and the transfer cabin quickly became quiet.

More than 9,000 people from the Marshlands clung to each other, their round black eyes filled with uneasiness and panic.

laugh……

A burst of inexplicable milky white gas quickly spewed out from the bottom of the transfer cabin, causing a dull and hoarse exclamation.

The originally quiet transit cabin quickly became noisy.

[It is a gas used for disinfection. 】

Before Chen Fan could ask, Yi took the initiative to give the scan results: [The scan showed that this gas has a very strong killing effect on microorganisms. It should be to avoid contaminating the internal environment of the production factory. 】

Sure enough, the moment the milky white gas spurted out, a warning sound also sounded in the transfer cabin.

Time passes bit by bit.

More than ten minutes later, with a slight tremor coming from the soles of the feet, the milky white gas was quickly pumped out of the transit cabin.

At the same time, a light yellowish-brown gas slowly seeped out from the top of the transfer cabin.

The scan results quickly appeared in front of Chen Fan's eyes.

This is the composition of the air on the Abyssal Planet!
As the air pressure gradually stabilized, the transfer cabin has been completely transformed into an environment suitable for the survival of the people in the Marsh Abyss.

Inside the transfer cabin, the door to the other side of the production factory slowly opened, and the huge production factory appeared in front of everyone.

Different from the scene seen through the glass-like portholes, Chen Fancai was deeply aware of the scale of this factory.

Its scale is even larger than those dungeons on Varela! !
Rather than saying it is a production factory, it is more like a closed marshy abyss city! ! !
(End of this chapter)