Origin of Mars

Chapter 106 Evolving Humans
On each blueprint template, there are virtual 3D projections of battleships. They are lined up from left to right, and the whole body presents a translucent state, slowly rotating on the module.

Even if they are reduced by thousands of times, these magnificent interstellar warships are still filled with an irresistible top-notch beauty.

Zero's words also caused Fang Liang to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

He really needs to seriously think about what kind of warship this space dock needs to be used as the first batch of production.

Randomly click on the 3D model projection of a warship. The model composed of data streams explodes instantly, and then converges again, showing various data of this interstellar warship model AYI-871.

Its shape is full of advanced futuristic technology, and it looks a bit like a sea destroyer, but the bony external armor and rows of laser pulse guns endow it with a domineering and majestic look.

If it is not a matter of time and resources, Fang Liang really wants to produce all these warships according to the specifications of one ship, and then arrange them in order in the solar system, measure their practicability, and then decide the objects that need to be mass-produced.

But in the current situation, this idea is obviously very unrealistic. Fang Liang can only make a quick decision based on these detailed data and zero suggestions.

"Zero, according to the working efficiency of this space dock, at what speed can the first interstellar warship be manufactured at the fastest?"

After finishing speaking, Fang Liang also sent all the templates of these battleship blueprints to Zero.

Without its own authorization, Zero would not be able to obtain the detailed information and data of these warships in the first place.

"At the fastest speed of the space dock, it takes about six days to manufacture a PL-3 patrol ship. The structure of this patrol ship is relatively simple, and its function is mainly used for large-scale information detection and cross-region strategic shift."

After obtaining this batch of data, Ling immediately carried out in-depth integration and processing of this batch of data, and quickly obtained the answer Fang Liang needed.

"Patrol ship?"

"Yes, according to the current situation, I do not recommend the production of this type of warship. We need more powerful firepower and protection functions."

Zero spoke its mind.

First of all, Fang Liang needs it to have the strike capability of ultra-long-range sight, as well as the function of carrying and releasing ordnance robots.

Except for these patrol warships with targeted functions, most warships actually have this type of function.

"Give me the most suitable options, zero."

Fang Liang was a little confused, instead of following his unreliable intuition, he might as well ask Ling to give him a few choices.

This is not about picking clothes in the mall, you only need to care about the style and color of the clothes.

Fang Liang must use the existing resource reserves to create the most suitable and perfect battleship group.

As Fang Liang's voice fell, Ling quickly sent the projections of the three warships to Fang Liang's mask.

All three battleships.

In the usual classification of warships, battleships are high-tonnage naval combat ships that focus on large-caliber artillery attacks and heavy armor protection.

In the sea area, battleships are mainly used to attack large ships, and are responsible for competing for sea control and destroying enemy ships.

At the same time, relying on its heavy firepower, it can also be used as a fort to perform tasks such as attacking important targets on the enemy's shore or supporting landing operations.

With the technological support of the origin base, all warships in space have long been freed from the constraints of the word bulky.

In the vast space battlefield in the future, among such planetary-level weapons, the large-scale space detection capability is the key to determining the outcome.

Therefore, the artificial intelligence of Star Warships must have powerful computing capabilities, and can perform complex and huge calculations in the shortest possible time, including big data analysis of battlefield images, and decision-making capabilities such as strategy, tactics, and resource mobilization.

On this basis, the battleship can even achieve precise strikes within several astronomical units or even larger distances, or calculate and accurately intercept the trajectory of high-speed kinetic energy weapons.

"Sir, I think this starship battleship model HT-51 best fits your idea."

When these three projections appeared in front of Fang Liang's eyes, Ling Ye spoke slowly and explained.

"It has advanced weaponry such as kinetic energy rail guns and aggregated particle beams. It can also carry one-time multi-purpose small space drones. They can be used as drones or pulse missiles. In possible space wars in the future, they are Arrive at the battlefield in the shortest possible time, and use super-maneuverability to evade interception fire as much as possible to destroy the target."

Fang Liang's eyes lit up with Zero's explanation, and he quickly clicked on the detailed data of this starship. The function of this starship, model HT-51, is somewhat similar to an aircraft carrier that accepts fighter jets to take off and land.

Fang Liang knew exactly what the Origin Base was about to face.

That is a star-level civilization, and their minions extending to the solar system may be just the tip of the iceberg of this behemoth, but just that, Fang Liang also needs to raise 120% tension to deal with them.

The gap between the origin base and the Kassog civilization can no longer be measured with specific data.

This subtle feature may completely turn the tide of battle in the future.

Just imagine countless miniature space drones rushing towards Kassog spacecraft at a speed close to the speed of light. As long as the power is sufficient, each drone is enough to compare with the explosion of a small nuclear bomb.

The key is that these blueprint modules can be modified and enhanced!

Fang Liang can even make these space drones exist at the nanometer level, converting their explosive characteristics into the control effect of invading the body.

Under the continuous development of the scientific and technological level of the origin base, these ideas are all possible to realize.

As long as Fang Liang wanted to, he could play with these modules.

Under Zero's explanation, Fang Liang also realized that this HT-51 battleship starship was indeed the most suitable choice at this time.

It presents a deep blackness throughout, with a length of 200 meters. The streamlined hull exudes a sharp sense of sight like a blade. There is no superfluous design. There are nearly hundreds of pulse guns hidden under the armor. When the bow of the ship is folded away, the kinetic energy rail gun with a muzzle diameter of 60 meters will reveal its ferocious face.

"Okay, that's it."

Time was running out, Fang Liang confirmed the first batch of starships to be manufactured, the number of which was about thirty.

At the same time, Fang Liang opened the internal functions of the mask, and all the cumbersome functions of this space dock have been completely integrated into his control panel.

Fang Liang selected the model of the starship on the control panel, and passed the verification using the pupil membrane as the password.

This simple instruction turned into a small stream of data in an instant, pouring into the main control room of the spaceship dock, and the intelligent mastermind successfully accepted it. Afterwards, every corner of this giant fortress floating in space began to In order to operate, countless industrial robots are its gears, and these amazingly efficient gears are interlaced and coupled in an absolutely precise form.

"Sir, I think you have a name for our first fleet."

Amidst the surge of huge data commands, Zero suddenly smiled and said to Fang Liang.

"It makes sense, let's call him Zeus."

Fang Liang smiled and looked out of the deck. In space, the entire dock was working quietly.

"Zeus [-], this is our first assault fleet."

Brendan opened the door of the ward tremblingly, with a disturbed expression. Behind him was the calm Alpha. When he saw this robot, a group of special forces had already surrounded the requisitioned hospital.

This originally somewhat outdated and shabby local hospital has been completely remodeled and is under the direct jurisdiction of STH, mainly for military use.

As one of the most qualified and experienced physicians, Brendan was also left in this hospital after several trainings and admonitions to take care of Ilk who was still in an unstable state.

This wounded special operations soldier is receiving the best medical conditions in the world. Regarding his identity, after several incidents, Brendan already has a vague answer in his heart.

But when he saw this elegant robot, Brendan still felt a sense of unreality for a short time, especially when the latter stretched out his arm gently to him, he even froze in place , a little overwhelmed.

"Hi Dr. Brendan, please take me to the ward where Ilk is."

Alpha showed a flawless smile, and some officers who followed could only sit in the lobby and wait at its request, not daring to say anything at all.

Everyone is aware of Alpha's status in STH, or the entire Blue Star.

Behind it stands a powerful unknown civilization, and it was this civilization that helped Blue Star tide over the difficulties during these emergencies.

Even Yu Hanshif and his high-level officials dare not have any opinion on Alpha's proposal, let alone these military officers and councilors.

"Good."

Brendan finally came to his senses, and quickly reached out to signal the elevator beside him, "Please follow me, Mr. Robot."

"Just call me Alpha."

Alpha nodded lightly, followed his footsteps, and smiled.

"Okay, Mr. Alpha."

The elevator doors closed slowly, and Brendan, who was suddenly in a closed space with Alpha, didn't dare to speak at all. He was trying to adjust his breathing, trying to calm himself down.

"Mr. Brendan, can you tell me about Ilk's current state?"

As if sensing Brendan's nervousness, Alpha smiled and said to him suddenly.

"He has reduced a lot of his agitated behavior and will be lying in bed for most of the day. The section of his right arm is still not healed so we will not allow his private activities."

Alpha's voice was calm and magnetic, making Brendan's inner fear gradually dissipate, and he quickly answered.

"How is his mental state?"

The elevator arrived at the floor where Ilk was, the metal door opened slowly, and the corridor was very quiet, because this place has been requisitioned by the military, and all the current assault missions are contracted by law enforcement officers, and the soldiers' injuries have almost been reduced to one. very small probability.

"This is also what I am most afraid of. I think the physical and mental blows have made it impossible for him to return to his original state of life."

There was a sad look on Brendan's face, "Although he is willing to speak, I can feel that he still has strong annoyance and self-blame in his heart."

"He always believed that it was his misjudgment that caused the loss of the rest of the team members. He even mentioned to me that when he closed his eyes, he would see a player's stump flying in front of his sight, and the weirdness of those monsters. face."

Alpha didn't answer Brendan's words, but just walked towards a certain location in the corridor.

Brendan also quickly followed. This mysterious robot had never been here before, but it seemed to be very aware of the room where Ilk was.

"Have you continued to administer tranquilizers to him?"

Clear footsteps sounded in the corridor, Alpha's pupils flickered, and he suddenly asked Brendan.

"No."

Brendan shook his head immediately, and replied firmly, "His mental state has returned to normal, so we won't use this kind of drugs that do some damage to the nerves."

During the conversation, Alpha had gently opened the door of the room where Ilk was. The latter was lying quietly on the bed, as if staring at the old ceiling like a sculpture.

"Doctor Brendan"

With a slightly hoarse voice, Irk cleared his throat, and slowly raised the pillow behind him. He had already lost nearly a dozen catties, and his cheekbones were prominent. Torch's special soldiers even moved the pillow a little weakly, so Brendan quickly stepped forward to hold Irk's arm and helped him raise the pillow.

"Nervous vomiting. Dude, are you still unable to eat?"

Brendan pulled a chair beside him and sat down. He glanced worriedly at the storage bucket next to the hospital bed. It was half-filled with filth, and the porridge on the bedside table was almost empty.

"Am I going to die? Dr. Brendan."

Ilk's gaze swept over Alpha, his eyes were between dull and bright, as if he was thinking about something, the messy curly hair had been let down, hanging down to his forehead.

"Yes. Your physical functions will continue to decline if you don't address your psychological problems."

"You rejected four psychiatrists, why? Mr. Ilk."

Alpha spoke, interrupted Brendan suddenly, and looked at Ilk on the hospital bed with calm eyes.

"Are you the ruler of that alien civilization?"

Ilk grinned, and said bluntly, his words also made Brendan's body tremble subconsciously. This taboo topic fell into his ears, and Brendan suddenly felt a strong sense of horror.

"No, I'm just his tool."

Alpha shook his head and smiled gracefully.

"Then it seems that we are of the same mind. I read the news, and your robot easily solved those disgusting things like killing a chicken."

Ilk pointed to a thick layer of periodicals and newspapers on the bedside table, and said relaxedly: "Compared with you, we are really too weak."

"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Ilk, you seem to be very afraid of death."

"Afraid of death? Why should I be afraid of death? I have been shot many times, hovering on the verge of death, and I have also stuffed the head of a terrorist into an oil drum, and then detonated it with a grenade."

Ilk slowly stood up, and Alpha could see a glaring scar between his bony collarbone.

"There was a saber pierced into my collarbone, but I pulled it out, and then stabbed it into the enemy's throat, you know, Mr. Robot!"

His voice gradually became louder. Brendan had never seen Ilk's eyes so bright. He seemed to be alive, his voice was loud, and the plump blood replaced the paleness on his cheeks.

"It's not your death, it's the death of your team members, you may not understand what I mean, Mr. Irk, you fell into the trap of paranoia, as a human being, you did everything you can, this Will suffice."

Alpha still said in a calm voice, a sharp light flashed in his pupils: "Your strength is nothing more than that, illusions cannot revive your team members."

"So? Mr. Robot, I've been thinking about your plan since you stepped into this room."

Ilk smiled: "So what are you here for? I like dealing with direct people."

"Your father is worried about you."

"Never mind that bastard, I know that's not the main reason."

There was a ruffian-like expression on Irk's face: "With your great strength, why would you care about me, a human being?"

"You're very thoughtful."

"I'm just bored, and you got me interested, Mr. Robot."

"In Mister's opinion, you have excellent characteristics as an experimental subject, and he is also very interested in you."

"Experimental body?"

Ilk didn't resist the word, his empty right shoulder was aching from the excessive movement.

"Can you help me?"

He suddenly asked this meaningful question.

"Yes, I can help you."

Alpha nodded, "The price is very high, but if this experiment is successful, you will make a huge contribution to the evolution of the entire Blue Star human race, and the probability of failure is about 80.00% five."

"Sounds like a line from a scam gang"

"You will be born again, and you will effortlessly drive the blade into the skull of the monstrosity."

The chilling silence lasted for nearly ten seconds in the ward, and Brendan vaguely understood the topic between the two discussions.

What shocked him was a certain temperament in Ilk at this moment. He changed his previous decadent and sluggish appearance, and straightened up on the hospital bed. His eyes were aggressive, and his slender body seemed to hide a power that should not be underestimated.

Has he been hiding himself?
This incredible idea flashed through Brendan's mind.

At the same time, Ilk could not wait to stand up from the hospital bed, and slowly stepped forward to extend his only thin left hand towards Alpha.

"Hope I'm not making a deal with the devil, Mr. Robot."

"The devil is not 15.00% sure that you will go to heaven."

Alpha smiled at him and replied to Ilk in a humorous tone.

(End of this chapter)