This Game Is Too Realistic

When Chu Guang discovered that the communication module of Vault 100 was overloaded, he almost reflexively judged that a similar situation to Vault 79 had occurred in this Vault - there were ghosts lingering in the tombs that should have been sleeping. Revenant.

However, the final result was beyond his expectation.

According to the information circulated by players on the forum, the overload of the information module was not the man-made cause he imagined, but the activation of the life monitoring module due to the ignition of the fusion reactor, which awakened the sleeping artificial intelligence, leading to the " The dome’s self-destruction sequence” continued reading.

Fortunately, his little players cleverly used the clues left by the "gravekeeper" for them, and by expanding the judgment range of the life monitoring sensor, they successfully let the AI ​​management judge the bugs in the shelter as refuge. The descendants of the inhabitants thus ended the dome's self-destruction sequence.

All that's left to do is simple.

As long as the communication module is repaired, the management permission is regained, and the piles of bugs in the database that are like a mountain of shit left behind by the ten-year game between "Treants" and "Worker Ants" can be restored, The shelter has returned to normal.

After two centuries, the shelter was no longer suitable as a foundry well, at least until the worms inside were dealt with, and it would need to continue to exist as a shelter.

When the situation is suitable, the Alliance will decide on the purpose of this shelter.

However, Chu Guang still had some doubts about this shelter.

Except for the supervisor Craig who died as a human in the shelter, where are the other 110 residents who uploaded their minds to the circuit board?

He found no trace of these 110 residents in the shelter's database.

They will not disappear from the shelter out of thin air after uploading their thoughts to the circuit board.

Just as Chu Guang was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that when his players first entered the shelter, Xiao Qishiru mentioned that the terminal at the door had a record of being accessed in 2190.

The year 2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.

This year happened to be the time when the last survivor of this shelter, the supervisor Craig, disappeared in the shelter...

…

Vault 101.

A few days later, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was still the same coffee shop where they met before.

However, what was different from last time was that this cafe located in the corner of Naoji was full of people. It was not until Chu Guang walked to the corner of the store near the cupboard that he discovered his own method of waving.

"This way."

Walking in front of Dr. Method, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to pull out the chair directly opposite where he sat, sat down, and said straight to the point.

"Thank you for the password. The legacy of Vault 100 is a real help for us, especially the plasma engine."

Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Fangfa smiled slightly, picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and said in a cheerful tone.

"Really? I'm glad that I can help you. I think the residents of Vault 100 will also be very happy that someone can continue to fulfill their unfinished mission for them."

Chu Guang sighed softly.

"We tried to gather enough materials to produce a prototype using the black box, and disassembled the produced prototype. Unfortunately, our engineers could not fully digest the technology, let alone find the black box. Other production methods can only be designed around the prototype and battery to suit them. "

There was no surprise on Dr. Method's face, but he comforted Chu Guang who was sitting in front of him.

"This is normal. With your current conditions, it is just impossible to produce that kind of thing independently. What you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to realize the technology. There is no need to worry about things that cannot be completed. . The black box is enough to help you make the transition from "having nothing" to "knowing what is happening and why." What you have to do is to take the current path step by step. "

When he said this, he remembered something again, so he added a sentence in a joking tone.

"Of course, we don't rule out another possibility. Those black boxes will remain black boxes to you until the end. They have turned from auxiliary tools into an inescapable drug addiction."

"I would be wary of that happening."

Chu Guang, who left these words, paused for a moment, placed his index finger on his left arm and tapped twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.

Seeing the holographic image that Chu Guang pushed in front of him, Fang Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This is it?"

Chu Guangyan spoke concisely and concisely.

"What our residents found in the shelter was not only the black box and management logs, but also the records left by the 'trees', 'tree people' and 'worker ants'. They tried to understand the conditions of shelter 100. The history of the past three years has been compiled.”

In fact, he just copied and pasted the content discussed by players on the forum, deleted some subjective comments, and left the relatively objective part.

Fafa stretched out his index finger with great interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and slid his index finger to turn two pages.

"……interesting."

He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.

"...So in the end, in the eyes of the tree people, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into bugs than escape did not really turn themselves into bugs, nor did they really escape from the shelter. Even the one who survived to the end at the bottom Poor guy, 'the foolish guy who wanted to get out even if he had to tear down the house', ended up letting the bugs eat him in order to save the shelter he hated so much."

"This is so ironic."

"I think if Craig were still alive, he would definitely be laughing and laughing, and maybe even laugh at that poor guy - if they hadn't hid themselves in the cold storage to destroy the shelter, why would Vault 100 be there? Is this the result now? Even if a bunch of humble bugs do something trivial at the end of their lives, it won’t be enough to atone for their sins!”

When he said this, he raised his voice slightly, as if he was not talking privately, but talking to someone sitting in a noisy cafe.

Or it can be said to read someone's heart.

Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist on the table and slowly unclenched it.

Combined with the playful expression on Fa Fa's face, Chu Guang was convinced of his suspicion that this guy had seen that Craig.

Go through the terminal at the door.

After thinking for a moment, he expressed his opinion.

"My opinion is different from yours. From my perspective as an outsider, whether they are tree people or worker ants, they are all residents of Vault 100. Some of them want to make the shelter permanent for the sake of power. prison, while others are willing to destroy entire sanctuaries in order to be free.”

"They used the most extreme and deadly methods on each other during the conflict, turning the rules originally established to protect them into a tool to persecute their own people. In my opinion, this is what ultimately led to their destruction. reason."

"In fact, everything they do is in compliance with the rules of the current situation they are in, whether it is concealing their own life characteristics and triggering the dome's self-destruction mechanism, or using a bug in the program to trigger the overload power of the reactor. . What’s incredible is that no one thinks about fixing these long-standing security risks, but they use them as nuclear bombs to deal with others.”

"Generally speaking, the residents of the shelter will not get into the cold storage collectively, and it is almost impossible for the fusion reactor to be overloaded. And they have done all these operations that the designers have never imagined, and the result is tens of thousands of The demise of the plan and the shutdown for more than a century.”

After pausing for a moment and looking at the instructions for him to continue speaking, Chu Guang continued speaking in a casual tone.

"The guys who called themselves the tombkeepers finally realized that whether it was themselves or the superior supervisors, the essence was part of the shelter. The tree people did not come down from the non-existent tree, but from them. They were born. And their ending is not due to anyone’s stupidity, everyone has an unshirkable responsibility.”

"From an outsider's perspective, I think his behavior at the last moment of his life was enough to atone for his own sins. Vault 404 will take over the torch from their hands, carry their memories, continue to move forward for them, and complete their work for a while. A mission neglected and forgotten.”

When he said this, Chu Guang had some regret on his face.

Although the shelter was saved.

This is obviously not the most perfect ending.

After a pause, he continued.

"... Of course, if Mr. Treeman, who lived until the end, took the time to take another look at the bottom of the shelter at the end of his life in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era, and spent dozens of minutes to understand what happened there, Maybe we won’t have to wait until many years later to put an end to their grudges.”

The answer has been written down.

It is not difficult to do it once.

Even with the language barrier and the need to use a translator, the players in the alliance still relied on the only clues to decipher the last words left by the "worker ant" who survived to the end, and took the With the last key he made with his life, he closed the systemic error that might have caused the collapse of the entire shelter.

At this moment, a choking sound came from the neighboring table not far away.

"Craig...that guy would never laugh at him...if he knew what that guy had done."

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Fang Yan looked around when Chu Guangyan's voice came from, and saw a man wearing a gray jacket with his back to them, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

It's not just him.

So does everyone else.

Intermittent choking sounds floated from another party.

"I remember that kid... he became the supervisor in 1953, and he was still a young man in his early teens at the time."

"He loves it there more than anyone else. I still remember him saying... that after the holiday is over, he wants to open a museum in the shelter and tell stories about the past with the young men from the New People's League."

"Damn it...why didn't that guy come to me! Why don't you use my body? I've already decided to give up my body! Just use mine!"

The formerly bustling coffee shop had lost its previous cheerful atmosphere at some point, and faces were filled with confusion, loss, sadness, and regret with eyes closed.

It seems that just as he guessed——

The 110 residents who uploaded their minds to the "Great Tree" did not sleep in Vault 100, but were taken away by someone in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era that had lost hope.

That man is exactly the method.

He established a complete technology recycling system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Construction Committee and devoted almost all his life to it. In the 45th year of the Wasteland Era, he left the Great Rift Valley with disappointment and followed the path that was completely opposite to the academy. Went to the south.

Vault 101 is obviously not the first shelter he has visited. The access record left on the terminal outside the gate of Vault 100 many years ago was left by him!

Meeting Chu Guang's questioning eyes, Fa Fa didn't explain anything, just took a sip of coffee, just like Chu Guang did when he first walked in.

Then he said something meaningful.

"What do you think is the best ending for them?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

“Every part plays its intended role.”

Method: "What do you mean?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"It literally means that 'tree' is the management, supervision is supervision, and residents are residents. They actually got off to a pretty good start. The situation in other shelters may have been much worse than their start, and they are actually doing better. It completely deviated from the original idea. The residents closest to the tree became tree people attached to the tree, while the residents farthest from the tree were no longer even humans. "

"Everyone performs his or her own duties. What you said is the most ideal situation, but in actual operation it may be completely different." Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Fangfa said with a faint smile, "It's like fighting in a war." The Post-Reconstruction Commission, believe it or not, was the best solution at the time. Never before had so many people of different identities devoted themselves to the same thing without any reservation. Without it, this planet might have been 'dead'. Even so, it only lasted 45 years.”

Chu Guangyi said bluntly.

"I know that the worst choices are the easiest and the best choices are always the hardest, so we won't be them."

Fang Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then which one are you?"

Get up from the coffee table.

Chu Guang, who figured it was time to leave, glanced at the survivors of Vault 100 around him who were crying over yesterday, and answered the question about the method.

"We're somewhere in between."

"Neither the best nor the worst."

…

The excavation work of Shelter No. 100 was over. Twenty-two black boxes were recovered from the shelter one after another, and a large number of mechanical equipment were also transported out with them.

Vault 100 has left behind an astonishing technological legacy, especially a series of construction equipment including the "Crystal" engineering armor, which is more suitable for operating in complex terrain than the alliance's current "KV" and "Miner" series of exoskeletons. For construction work, you can even work without scaffolding or other auxiliary equipment at all, while climbing on the construction surface near the vertical slope.

Since the supervisors of No. 100 originally planned to live underground for the rest of their lives, for a long time the creativity of the entire shelter was focused on "how to use limited resources and space to transform the shelter environment into a more livable environment." "On this matter.

In addition, there are those little guys named Ga Bang.

The genetic source of this thing is probably scarab beetles, but the original DNA has been modified so that even their biological mother does not recognize them, so they can be treated as a completely new species.

The shells they shed are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used to produce polymer material bulletproof plates inserted into exoskeletons, and can also be used to produce carbon-based circuits.

The Vault 100 database contains experimental data on these chitin materials and complete industrial application methods.

Based on that information, the Alliance can then use the chitin materials piled in the shelter's courtyard like ore.

Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a biological mine for the Alliance for a long time.

At the same time, the analysis of the ecological impact of "Gabong" is also progressing simultaneously.

According to the judgment of alliance biologists, due to the special ecological environment of Xizhou City, a series of creatures including mutated water striders, warship shrimps, and even split-claw crabs are the natural enemies of "Crack", so this creature does not resemble Death spreads like claws in the wasteland outside Xizhou City.

However, it is precisely because of this that "Gabong" that survives in harsh environments will be more aggressive than a hundred years ago, and the stingers hidden in its abdomen will be sharper.

At present, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute has referred to the suggestions from Shelter 404 and officially named the "Gabong" discovered in 213 of the Wasteland Era as the Jiralhanae Insect, and is further exploring the biotechnology contained in it and the industrial value of its carapace.

In short, the novel gadgets recovered from Vault 100 are enough to keep the alliance's research institutions and production units busy for a whole year.

Camp No. 100.

Looking at the mountains of machines piled up in the warehouse, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't there a normal shelter in this wasteland?"

The scientific expedition team needs to appraise the value of these props obtained from digging graves, and then calculate the rewards obtained by the Storm Troops in this operation.

This work will take several days.

Although the tonnage and coordinates of the shelter were provided by the mission, and all they did was the easy job of prying the coffin boards, the labor of saving the shelter was still on their heads, and the final rewards of silver coins and contribution points were expected. It won't disappoint.

Brother Quanshui, who is the leader of the corps, also gave a big thumbs up to the players in the deep dungeon.

Hearing my blackest brother's complaints, Quan Shui chuckled.

"Is there a possibility that normal shelters do not require us to dig graves at all? They have completed their original plans in the past two centuries, either adding surviving settlements on the surface, or becoming settlements themselves land."

Putting aside the weird stuff like the Enlightenment Party, Blue Jackets were added to Boulder City one after another ten years after the Wasteland Era.

In addition, the origin of the company is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.

Not to mention the Alliance itself is also like this, and even brought back a number of shelters that were no longer in use.

"Is surviving a mistake?"

I sighed deeply, my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a robot spider on the side, and I couldn't help but laugh and continued.

"By the way, why did you come out with me?"

Bell riding on the back of the robot spider turned its head in dissatisfaction.

"You ask me? I still want to ask you! Didn't you agree that I would be a tour guide in the museum? So where is the alliance's museum? How long do I have to stay in this damn place?"

I looked at it with the darkest expression on my face.

Let this guy be a museum tour guide…

Can you sell tickets?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two people standing in the room looked towards the door at the same time and saw a strange man standing there.

Not only was he alone, there was also a large group of people behind him, it looked like there were hundreds of them.

They were wearing blue coats, but their skin was dull gray, like mannequins placed in an old showcase.

There is no doubt that they are androids.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but they made the characteristics of the androids very obvious and even abrupt. Not only were they all bald, but even the officers had only a perfunctory outline.

Jianyi is just like Frost and Eclipse when they first came to the alliance.

Looking at the man standing at the door, I hesitated for a moment with the darkest expression on my face, and subconsciously blurted out a question.

"Who are you?"

"My name is... Gugel," the man seemed to have spent some time remembering his name, and put his hand on his chest in a slight salute, "We are the survivors of Vault 100."

I was stunned for a moment, and the same was true for Quan Shui, who was standing aside, with a surprised expression on his face.

As for the bell, he stared at the man in front of him.

"Gugel?! Is it you? Are you... You are back? It's strange, my friend said that all the cowards are dead, and he will die soon too. Why are you alive again!?"

Looking at the chattering bells there, a touch of sadness appeared on Gu Geer's sobbing head. He sighed softly as if he didn't want to remember more, and looked at the two of them.

"The people in this camp told me that they can come here to find [you], and through you you can find [the manager]."

Commander Quan Shui calmed down and asked with a strange expression.

"You...do you have anything to do with him?"

"We want to see him again."

The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said in a sincere tone.

"We originally planned to rest in Vault 101, but there is no room for our guilty and restless souls there."

"So we thought that instead of spending the remaining time repenting, we might as well fulfill the long-cherished wishes of those compatriots who died because of us."

"If you plan to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be of some use, which may alleviate some of the pain in our hearts."

"I hope he can take us in!"

Quan Shui opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.

“The League is not a charity and we don’t take anyone in.”

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, looking at the people gathered at the entrance of the warehouse with a smile.

"But-"

As Quan Shui expected, his conversation changed.

"...Anyone who sincerely desires to end the wasteland and is spontaneously determined to contribute to this end, we welcome his joining!"

"Whether he's alive or dead."

Looking at Gugel who looked slightly moved, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand.

"Welcome, survivors of Vault 100."

"Tell me what you are best at, and then we can get started!"