This Game Is Too Realistic

All the design ideas of Shelter No. 100 are to serve the reconstruction of the earth's surface. For this reason, the entire shelter is designed with an exaggerated patio structure and a dome that simulates day and night, and the vast majority of residents live in the living area with a tube building structure.

For example, this place has become the nest of the Jiral-faced Insect.

Fortunately, these bugs do not form a hive-like society and are not commanded by a unified hive consciousness.

Otherwise, the players of the alliance might be "bang banged" by tens of thousands of ghost-faced insects as soon as they enter the shelter.

A search of Vault 100 was not immediately launched.

The first thing I did was to reorganize the reinforcements brought by the spring water from the surface. I asked Kakarot to take ten people to set up a light machine gun at the edge of the patio, and I took ten strength and physique people. The brothers from the department put on the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton and went to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.

Ling Ding, who was riding a four-legged robot, had been following him, watching everyone throw the cable towards the elevator shaft, and stepped into the elevator shaft one leg first.

I was most startled by its sudden movement, but soon discovered that it did not fall in, but lay firmly on the wall.

The soles of the four legs seemed to be coated with some kind of special adsorbent material, allowing them to climb straight up and down in the almost vertical elevator shaft.

"There's something about your mount."

Looking at this gadget in surprise, I reached out my hand toward it, wanting to see if it could catch me.

As a result, it was as if Bell had eyes on its back. With a slight sway of its body, it easily dodged the outstretched hand.

"There's no need to try. I can't carry you on my back. You'd better pay attention to your steps. The further down you go, the more cute little ones there are."

I subconsciously flashed the flashlight down, but luckily I didn't see any ghost-faced insects on the vertical well wall.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he glared hard at the guy riding on the back of the spider robot. While alert to the dangers in the darkness, he dragged the rope and slid deeper into the elevator shaft.

Finally reached the B40 floor.

I reached out my hand and knocked hard on the door twice. The closed alloy door soon made a creaking sound of metal friction, and slowly opened to both sides under the remote control of a certain manager.

The moment he opened the door, a sound of wings vibrating immediately hit him.

"嘁嘁嘁——"

"day!"

I was so frightened that I kicked my legs and swung back. At the same time, I grabbed the assault rifle hanging on my chest and fired suddenly.

Dozens of ghost-faced insects were killed instantly. However, it was inevitable that a few fish that slipped through the net rushed into the elevator shaft.

In order to prevent the ricochet from injuring their own people, several players who were following me down the river immediately pulled out their daggers and short sticks, and started a hand-to-hand fight with the nearby Ghost Faced Insect.

One thing is that this insect is indeed not very aggressive, and the stinger on its abdomen is like a nail gun.

However, when faced with the "turtle shell-level" defense of the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton, the stinging needle made of several materials is still a little bit useless.

"This thing is actually not as difficult to deal with as I thought, it's just really disgusting."

After removing the bug stuck on the helmet, which was shaking with stingers like Teddy, a certain strength animal knocked it against the wall with a look of disgust, smashing it into a pool of dark green slurry.

Another player who was following him wiped the mucus off his dagger and joked with a smile.

"No, our captain's sanity is almost gone."

"Hahaha."

"Shut up and get to work."

I rolled my eyes, waved my fist forward, and led the nine people behind me into the corridor behind the elevator door.

The molted shells of insects and their black metabolites can be seen everywhere in the corridor.

In addition, there were scattered documents, tables, chairs and cabinets thrown in the middle of the corridor as shelters, and some torn and torn clothes.

I made the darkest gesture to move forward, then reached out and pressed the button on the helmet.

"Give us the warehouse on the B40 floor...Brother Chao, take the others and continue down to the B51 floor to collect information."

The voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.

"Take it!"

The team of ten people was divided into two groups. The ten people who were still in the elevator shaft continued to explore downwards with the Ten Fist Superman, while I, the blackest, continued to move forward with the ten people behind me.

Their target is the black box located in the warehouse area on the B40 floor.

The bell riding on the four-legged robot thought for a while, then climbed into the corridor on the B40 floor, pattering on the ceiling above everyone's heads.

I didn't pay any attention to it at all. From time to time, I shot the worms that spread their wings and tried to pounce on them. At the same time, I carefully checked every corner of the corridor.

Several lights are broken here.

The light flickered in and out of the entire corridor, making it look like a scene from a ghost movie.

What bothered the others was that since the corridor of the main road was almost blocked by bunkers and arthropod remains, they could only go around the area that looked like a residential area.

After stepping over an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed the teddy bear lying next to the wall. The teddy bear was broken in two pieces.

The filling inside has disappeared, and judging from the bullet holes left on the ground, its owner was probably beaten into a sieve together with it, and soon after, the remains became food for insects.

The player following him smacked his tongue.

"The fighting is pretty fierce here."

Several other players also whispered quietly.

"Is it to fight for the black box?"

"It's not like..."

I don't think it looks like the darkest person.

If it was to fight for the black box, there was no need to expand the fire area (it was two meters away from the warehouse entrance), and there was no need to sweep every room one by one.

It doesn't look like they are fighting for anything.

On the contrary, it seems to be to "clean up" something.

Looking at the open door panels, I suddenly thought of something and looked at the "tour guide" hanging on the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, why did you design the shelter to be a well with a hollow center? Wouldn't it be possible to save more space by making it a solid structure?"

The bell that followed everyone's heads said slowly.

"Vault 100 is a shelter, not an apartment. From the day it was designed, it has been decided that it will eventually be swept into the garbage dump. Just like a chicken will eventually peck through its eggshell, If it doesn't do this, it will never see the real sun."

I was the darkest: "Is there any connection between this?"

The bell chirped with shrill laughter.

"Of course there is. The huge patio structure was prepared for the day it fell. When the reconstruction plan enters the middle stage, the 'tree' will take the initiative to blow up the dome, allowing the upper structure to fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure. Create an upward opening."

"In this way, this shelter will form a natural casting well, eating all the garbage above us."

Listening to this amazing design concept, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"The Foundry Well?"

The sound of the bell brought a hint of pride.

"That's right, the well where everything is cast is a vertical production base. In the planned plan, the raw materials flow from the top of the well to the bottom of the well like a waterfall. They turn into what we need the moment they hit the ground, and are then sent to the surface by the elevator. . In the final stage of the plan, we will use it to build a starship whose size is almost the same as the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to follow the footsteps of the Reach and colonize more distant worlds.”

I looked up at it with my eyes wide open.

"You even planned such a thing."

Ling Ding said with a hint of ridicule.

"Of course, after all, the 'tree' is omnipotent. It can make plans a thousand years later, but it's a pity that most people can't keep up with its rhythm."

I am the darkest: "..."

One player complained in disbelief.

"I thought it was just nuclear engineers who lived here."

Lingdang laughed.

"Nuclear engineer? Ah... Of course there is, but why does a fusion reactor require 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life here, as well as their descendants."

I asked most subconsciously. "Where are they?"

I don't know why the bell suddenly closed its mouth. Although it soon opened the conversation again, Gu Zuohe changed the topic to other things.

I always think there is something wrong with this guy, but the control of the shelter has been transferred, so he is not worried about this guy.

At this moment, the intermittent voice of Ten Fist Superman came from the communication channel.

"The VMs in the manager's office have been collected... Damn, there must be at least a few bugs here. How long do you have?"

I took a quick look at the map on the VM. The entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.

Judging from the surveillance footage provided by the manager, there were probably thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.

"We're almost there too."

Ten Punch Man: "Need help?"

I took a dark look around.

"No, those little bugs can't hurt us. The only trouble is that the terrain here is too complicated, and those obstacles are more troublesome than the bugs."

Ten Fist Superman: "Okay, be careful... We have copied the data in the VM to the shelter server. Anyway, we still have some time. We plan to go to the B100 floor to take a look at the 'branch line'."

Control of the shelter had been taken over by the administrator before they set foot here, which is why they were able to maintain communication with the outside world in the shelter.

As long as the data in the VM is uploaded to the shelter's server, all information including the administrator's logs can be synchronized outside.

But what puzzles me the most is that the manager of Vault 100 is not a human being, so why is there such a thing as a VM (vital sign monitor)?

And the most suspicious thing is that even the administrator is an AI living in the server, but its logs are not on the server of the shelter, but are saved in an offline mobile storage device.

Too strange.

But no matter what, getting the black box is the most important thing.

"... Got it, I'll leave the B100 floor to you, so be careful." After saying it casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the teammates behind me.

"Brother Chao has already done it, we have to speed up!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically.

"receive!"

…

More than a hundred little players of the Storm Corps are still digging graves in the ruins of Vault 100 underground in the Fourth District.

At this moment, Chu Guang, who was watching the screen from far away in Camp 101, had obtained through Xiao Qi the logs of his little players recovered from the administrator's office.

Unlike the managers' logs previously recovered from other shelters, the logs of Vault 100 are more like they are included in the TV package than a personal "last words" that no one will read carefully. Read the brochure.

The beginning of the log briefly explains the functions of Vault 100, including the management permission rights held by "Tree", the resources and obligations that Vault 100 has, and the rules that residents need to abide by. wait.

Chu Guang glanced at the complicated content, extracted some key points, and roughly understood the "game rules" of Shelter 100.

To put it simply, if this shelter is compared to a prison, then "tree" is the warden of this prison, and "supervisor" is the guard of this prison.

The former is responsible for management and the latter is responsible for execution.

The number of the latter will be determined based on the number of residents in the shelter. Excluding the initial 300 supervisors, one supervisor will automatically be allocated for every 100 additional residents.

The goal of Vault 100 is clear, which is to implement the wasteland reconstruction plan after being closed for sixty-three years.

While it is indeed part of the plan to house survivors in the event a nuclear strike is detected, the shelter does not include an obligation to save anyone.

It is precisely because of this that the starting point of Vault 100 is almost completely opposite to the "overloaded" Vault 117.

"Tree" carried out the established "asylum procedures" without hesitation, and after completing the shelter plan for 30,300 residents, asked "supervision" to banish all the residents who had not received numbers outside the door.

From the warehouse system, inventory retrieval records of tranquilizer guns can be retrieved on the day the shelter was closed, showing that the deportation process was not peaceful.

But those were not peaceful times, so there was no point in discussing this issue.

Thirty thousand residents spent three uneasy days after entering the shelter. On the fourth day, they were told that the world had been destroyed in a nuclear war, and that all the old order, including the Human League, had ceased to exist. It will take at least sixty-three years before the outside world becomes livable again.

When he saw this, Chu Guang had a trace of doubt.

Because this is inconsistent with what he learned from Yule's memory and even the logs of other shelter managers.

The war did not last only three days, but three full years.

Until the end of the three-year war and the establishment of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, the world had not truly become a wasteland, and the organizations and institutions of the People's Federation were still operating at their best.

But soon, his confusion was answered.

This is also part of "tree"'s decision-making.

A supervisor whose object information number was registered as "Craig" left three lines of comments next to this piece of information.

[This was the most heroic decision. The Great Tree only needed three words to convince the restless residents. Under its will, we showed the residents evidence of the end of the world, showing them the hell-like scene of the nuclear-struck Qingquan City. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic fantasies and accepted the fact that they would no longer be able to eat cookies, canned and freeze-dried vegetables, and no more android servants to wait on them. 】

[The only thing that puzzles me is what is so hard about crackers and freeze-dried vegetables to swallow, what on earth did they eat before? It's a pity that "Tree" has deleted all the video materials about the old era. I only heard a few words about the prosperous era from my grandfather. Both he and I firmly believe that that era can no longer go back. 】

[In order to continue to move forward on this thorny road, we can only firmly believe with piety. 】

"Craig."

Chu Guang muttered the name quietly. Suddenly he thought of something and said, "Xiao Qi, help me retrieve this person's information."

"Hey!"

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on his shoulder, responded enthusiastically, and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on one side of the holographic screen.

Chu Guang looked directly at the column of joining time in the file.

According to the records in the file, he was awarded the position of "Supervisor" in Wasteland Era 53, when he was only 24 years old.

What's interesting is that this is the first year since the water from Xizhou Lake poured into the tunnel. The climate in the wasteland has shown signs of recovery, and there are only seven years left before the refuge is lifted.

The days are slowly getting worse.

A supervisor came on duty and said that the number of residents in the shelter was also growing, and the environment here shouldn't be particularly bad.

Out of curiosity about the past of this shelter, Chu Guang shifted his attention from "Tree"'s report to the supervisor named "Craig" and asked Xiao Qi to help bring these things up. , sorted out in timeline order, and compared with the content of the manager's log.

Soon he discovered that compared to the straightforward records left by "Tree", Craig's supervision provided him with a completely different perspective.

[...The material consumption of thirty thousand people is an astronomical figure, especially the material needs of the residents of the Prosperity Era are beyond our imagination at this moment. The Great Tree can pay attention to their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign an individual health assistant to each of them. We can only lower their expectations for the future first, and then let them slowly adapt to our life. 】

[So my grandfather, under the instructions of the Great Tree, used the exiled people to warn the lucky ones who stayed behind that Vault 100 has no obligation to take in anyone. It belongs to everyone who suffers, but it does not belong to anyone. alone. If you don't want to struggle like the poor people huddled in the garbage in the subway station, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the "tree" and unconditionally obey our orders. 】

[We grew up together in the first fifty years. The correctness of the great tree and our piety have withstood the test of time. The "rattling" we created can almost completely recycle all metabolites. The design we designed The "Tarantula" robot and the "Ci-type" engineering armor can climb up and down in several vertical pits, replacing engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter to carry out difficult construction. This is something that even the Great Tree did not expect. of. 】

[Facts have proved that our creativity is enough to make the AI ​​in the Prosperity Era drop their jaws! If it had a chin. 】

[Please don’t laugh out loud, I am serious about this. You who have been sitting on hundreds of colonial planets must not experience the embarrassment of lack of resources. This is like tens of thousands of people crowded into an isolated space station. We have to use limited resources and space to satisfy everyone's needs, at least to prevent the living standards of most people from declining too fast. Even in such a desperate situation, we have still created a series of incredible technological achievements. 】

[To this day, I still remember how happy I was on the day I became a supervisor. This joy is like a child growing up overnight and becoming the all-powerful hero in the stories he grew up reading. . Soon, like my generation, I will lead the smart and capable residents to create more greater and more incredible miracles. 】

[There always seems to be a discrepancy between reality and ideals. Those smart residents think they are smarter than the "trees". They don't respect us as supervisors at all, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us As "tree people", we say that we don't look like humans at all except that we look like humans. 】

[Actually, thinking about it carefully, maybe I should have noticed the real problem from then on. In fact, we have drawn a clear line with them early on. We have not been the same kind of people as those "worker ants" since a long time ago. 】

[This shelter is like a prison. The worker ants’ sentence is sixty-three years, and ours is forever. The status of supervisor was given to us by the shelter. We did the most dirty work and also enjoyed some special preferential treatment. "Once this shelter completes its mission and collapses as designed, all will disappear."

[At that time, those worker ants will not punish an AI, and all of us will be liquidated by them. After all, the record of our initial exile of the survivors cannot be erased no matter what. It is something that even the managers cannot modify. 】

[So you can imagine how anxious we are in our hearts as the sixty-three-year deadline is getting closer. When the water from Xizhou Lake overflowed into the subway station and reached the edge of the gate, we felt so happy. We have perfected this shelter to be able to exist forever, and it will be even more perfect in the future. We just need to be like those cunning worker ants, and use the unimagined bug of the "tree" to let it determine the time needed for the shelter to open. Carry it back. 】

[In fact, we succeeded and extended the period of sixty-three years to seventy years. Before we find a way to retire, we will try to extend this time as much as possible, and at the best we can turn this number into eternity. . However, none of us expected at the time that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly that they even buried poisonous needles under the cute "Ke Bang"'s belly and changed the "蟞-style" pincers into shields and blade. 】

[A ridiculous farce broke out. No one expected it, but if you think about it carefully, we may be the most ridiculous ones. We were so busy dealing with the daily crises of managing the shelter that we completely forgot what the purpose of the shelter was. 】

[As you can see standing in the museum, we are left in this cage forever. 】

【Can’t get out anymore. 】

[——Craig, the poor man who regrets not being able to see this world, the last prison guard in Prison No. 100, and the tree man who survived to the end. 】

After reading the notes left by Craig to the end, Chu Guang couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.

He didn't think there was anything pitiable about this guy, but such an ending was indeed absurd enough for this shelter.

At this moment, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, let out a light sigh.

"……strangeness."

Lifting his head from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.

"What happened again?"

This shelter always experiences glitches from time to time, and this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.

Only this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.

"The fault showed that the communication module was overloaded. The data we transmitted triggered a certain threshold, and the connection between Shelter 100 and the outside world was protectively cut off... But this is strange. The amount of data we use is not very large, unless someone deliberately Set that threshold low.”

The shelter itself is a huge Faraday cage, which can shield even high-energy particles, let alone electromagnetic waves with a small amount of radiation.

The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to external radio stations, and information must be exchanged with the outside world through a dedicated channel.

This is true whether the door is closed or not.

In other words, once this channel is blocked, the entire shelter will become a black hole of information within a certain period of time.

To put it simply, their signal is suspected to have been artificially cut off.

Looking at Xiao Qi with a subtle expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.

Dude guy...

Come again!

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(Thanks to "Jiwotang DE" for the reward!!!)