Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

“Is it possible that the foundation’s containment measures have failed, just as Dr. Kondraki destroyed most of the site on an immortal lizard?”

“It’s impossible, Dr. Kondraki has destroyed the entire site to that look, there are no containment objects that break through the containment, and the foundation will definitely be able to cope with it.”

“It is very likely that before the containment became a containment, they attacked the foundation’s site in a cluster, releasing high-risk containment in groups, enough to cause the end of the world.”

“Doesn’t that mean that the foundation is like a garbage can, and as long as the trash can breaks, the whole world will be flooded with garbage?”

“I like your description, your will is written.”

The Foundation’s video continues.

The characters in the picture are no longer the ignorant Joel, but a group of people dressed differently.

They are either fully armed, wearing combat uniforms, or brightly dressed, wearing expensive suits, or dressed in ordinary clothes, like passers-by everywhere…

Everyone looked serious, their steps did not stop, and they hurried forward.

The surrounding vegetation is luxuriant, the peaks are towering, the canyons are majestic, the grasslands are open, and the splashing of waterfalls is endless, as if the end has nothing to do with here.

【Yellowstone National Park】.

The audience learned the name by the letters, and the question arose – how did the people of the foundation still have the leisure to come to the park?

Did they come for a walk?

It can’t be that you came to, right?

“Containment-2000 is here? Good location. ”

Walter Young looked at the screen and pondered silently.

He travels through the previous world and also has a spot called [Yellowstone National Park].

In a casual moment, Walter Young thought he was back over there.

As a result, he suspects that the world in which the Foundation operates has deep roots in the planet he once protected.

Most likely the same planet in different worlds!

As he continued to think, he heard a violent sound of machinery running, and the park floor began to tremble violently, like an earthquake.

In the shocked eyes, a huge crack appeared on the 613th side of the [Yellowstone National Park], parting to the sides, revealing a downward passage.

No one hesitated, and the members of the foundation descended in an orderly manner and entered it.

Everyone walked down the stairs, and on both sides of the passage, unknown installations were densely littered on it.

Coming to the bottom, a heavy metal door blocked their way.

“Certifying: The Guenide Protocol has been implemented, the security system has been unlocked;”

“Permission Unlocked: Allows any Foundation personnel to initiate program CYA-009;”

“Identity verification: identity verification passed.”

“Wha-”

Several electronic sounds sounded one after another, the heavy metal door slowly opened, and the staggered toothed structures moved away from each other, revealing the internal scene of the mechanical séance.

An underground city!

Until then, no one would have doubted that the mechanical séance was a big facility, but no one would have imagined that it was so huge.

“How long has the Foundation been preparing for the end of the world…”

“It’s unimaginable…”

The entire underground is hollowed out, the distance between the dome and the deepest point is no less than 2 kilometers, and each building-like structure is an instrument, with countless pipelines crisscrossing it.

It is an underground city far larger than the first-tier metropolis.

After Fu Xuan saw this scene, he couldn’t help but admire it.

The most spectacular of these is not the building-like facilities, but the neatly arranged cabins that resemble giant bird eggs.

Among them, there were people with different faces and smooth bodies, all soaked in a yellowish liquid, up and down, and asleep.

The next moment.

The siren sounded, echoing in the lonely city, like a ghost town that had triggered the alarm.

“Huh-”

“Huh-”

“Huh-”

Pieces of lights lit up, and the roar of the machine resounded.

In the container, one by one, the human beings opened their eyes, dazed, like newborn young beasts.

……

“6, I guess the Foundation has been preparing to build this containment-2000 mechanical séance since the first day of its establishment, and this thing must have taken a considerable amount of time and resources to build.”

(ccbj) I have a way to save effort – I can use reality warpers like Zhao Zena to create things out of thin air, so that I can complete the construction faster? ”

“Don’t worry, what you can think of, all the bigwigs of the foundation must have thought of it, don’t forget, no matter how terrifying the end of the world is, the foundation still has an administrator sitting down, maybe the human race will perish, but the foundation itself will still endure.”

“But even if the foundation has enough machinery to replicate humans, how can it be guaranteed that the copied people will not realize that the world has been reset?” It will definitely take a lot of time for the Foundation to copy all the people of an entire planet, and what does the Foundation intend to do with this window of time in between? ”

“Don’t forget, the foundation has a means of memory clearance, and if it senses that something is wrong, it is a big deal to clean up all memories.”

“What you said is so reasonable, I can’t even refute it.”

……

The rainstorm stopped and the clouds cleared.

But……

The situation is not getting better.

The fog was so thick that it enveloped everything, and even the most flamboyant searchlights lost their skills in front of it, no different from candles.

Robert knew everything from O5, and the Foundation’s efforts to prevent the end of the day failed, and containment items continued to break through containment measures, and stations were missing one by one, and the mobile task force was no exception.

All members of the foundation, combatants and researchers, carry their weapons and fight in these last moments to preserve some humans that have not been replicated.

Now.

Information control is ineffective, and even foundations can’t spare the energy and manpower to stop those videos from circulating.

Even if there are meme hazards in some videos, the foundation no longer has jurisdiction.

They have held on for too long for the humanity of the past, and now they will fight for the rebirth of humanity.

“The world is out of control…”

Robert looked at the video that was still being updated on the website and spit out a smoke ring.

In fact, Robert quit smoking early and prides himself on his willpower.

But after the end began, he returned to tobacco in just a few days and quickly degenerated into an old smoking gun.

From the video, Robert learned the specific details of this apocalypse and watched the contents one by one with the mentality of watching horror movies.

In the north, some say zombies were seen.

They say that those who died did not really die, but were infected by a mysterious virus and turned into thoughtless, meat-eating monsters.

The man in the video chants:

“It was God’s punishment for mankind, a harbinger of the end times!”

Robert didn’t have an expression, just shook his head:

“Containment-008 leak? Another site was breached? ”

He clicked on the next video. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

In the east, a killing spree is going on.

The mobs, dressed in black and armed with weapons, carried out indiscriminate killings, regardless of race or age.

Screams, gunshots, and explosions mingled, and the fire remained unquenched in the rainstorm.

Robert glanced at the pistol on the table—black, tiny, cute, but not a deterrent.

“When you leave in a while, you have to bring a rifle.”

The social order has collapsed, and the rules of the jungle have returned to this land.

He clicked on the next video.

A man held up his cell phone and quickly pasted it on his flatbread face.

“The land suddenly came to life, and it began to eat people.”

He gasped and recounted the horror scene he had just seen.

Even the land that gave birth to humans is no longer safe, it is soft and greedy, and will open its huge mouth and devour any creature that sets foot on it.

“My brother’s family was swallowed up by the land!”

In an unknown place, someone proclaimed that the Son of God would be resurrected.

“…… He will return and kill and sacrifice God! ”

“Purify this sinful world with the blood of the innocent and prepare for the second coming of the Son of God!”

“We have found the time and place for the return of the Son of God, waiting for the angelic horn to sound!”

Some are true, some are rumors.

They spread constantly among the population, causing panic and confusion.

Some chose to flee, some chose to resist, some chose to join, and some chose to commit suicide.

No one knows if there is a bigger conspiracy behind these rumors, and the only thing is certain: the world has come to an end.

The atmosphere of doom shrouded the whole world, and people’s psychology broke down.

They no longer believe any official news, no longer believe any scientific explanation, no longer believe any rational judgment.

They only believe the bizarre rumors they hear, see, and imagine.

It’s crazy stuff, really, but they take them as truth, as a guide to survival.

……

“It fits my imagination of the end of the world, and before the real disaster comes, rumors begin to spread and social order collapse.”

“I can feel that a lot of people are really crazy.”

“It’s ironic, it’s not the real scourge that drives the vast majority of people crazy, but excess imagination.”

“It’s normal, a person who suddenly loses his job at home will feel at a loss, let alone one day, suddenly learn that the whole world is about to end, people are just the difference between early death and late death, and those who do not immediately commit suicide are considered warriors who love life.”

“Sociology +8.”

……

In the age of the Internet, all information can be disseminated, and in the apocalypse, even uncensored content can be posted at will.

Joel began to deliberately distance himself from the crowd, just for a moment of peace.

Through the Internet, he took in the abnormalities of all over the world and lamented that the end of human civilization was counting down.

As proof, many bloggers who post frequently have not updated for days.

Joel thanked him for his foresight.

He has stocked his home with enough food, ammunition and fresh water, and buckets and boxes of supplies are everywhere to provide the ultimate sense of security.

In addition, he took advantage of the few days when the business did not collapse, replaced the metal security door, and reinforced the basement and house with steel plates by the way.

He did not lose his family, but he went bankrupt and carried debts that he could not pay for the rest of his life.

The only good news is that the creditor’s phone can’t get through.

Joel feels good about it.

The unearned joy didn’t last long.

“It’s even worse.”

Web services have not yet ended, but the days before returning to the era of the mutually beneficial web are not far off.

Network lag, loss of connection, network disconnection, endless emergence, becoming a part of daily life.

Adapting to an increasingly stable Internet and ever-increasing download speeds, these poor experiences make people anxious.

Joel got used to it.

He was born learning how to use computers, and he couldn’t imagine what people would be like if they were separated from the Internet.

Will it be like those survival experts in “Survival in the Wild” and “Living Alone in the Wilderness”, retreating to the primitive life of three days of hunger and nine meals?

“Click-click-”

Joel pressed F5 impatiently, as if constantly pressing the refresh button was equivalent to constantly swinging the whip, his ancestors drove farm tools in this land, and he urged distant servers today.

“Gan!”

He clenched his fist with one hand and smashed it on the keyboard.

The “unable to get any answer” on the screen announced that another social platform was offline.

“Ah-”

Joel finally couldn’t stand it anymore, he threw himself on the sofa, his body was like crawling with insects, itching unbearably but not knowing how to vent.

A moment later, he went to the toilet.

After more than ten minutes, Joel came out of the toilet, still irritable, but he could stabilize some emotions under the lack of interest, except for the breath of heather flowers and the large loss of physical strength that made him a little tired, everything was fine.

He was confused.

The lights in the room are off, and only the computer unit and screen are still glowing brightly.

“Lord, tell me why these things happen.”

“Lord, tell your lost lamb the truth behind these things.”

“Lord, please give me a revelation and light the way ahead.”

Joel has lost trust and understanding of the world, and has lost direction and purpose for himself.

He wandered in confusion, not knowing who to believe and who to follow.

Sleepiness strikes.

Joel dragged himself and climbed into the shelter underground, locked the heavy special protective door, held the gun, and fell asleep on the narrow single bed.