Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 222 Coming from afar
Zuo Wu's fist was a little itchy again, looking at the blunt man with tears in his eyes, he always felt that her shiny head had become an excellent sandbag again.

But no, Blunt's scalp has become the most precious thing in this galaxy to some extent.

It has to be taken good care of.

immediately.

There was a kindness on Zuo Wu's face, and he easily withstood the panic raised by the blunt child:
"Who do you think I am? It's very simple, it's just that the 'gray Gu' may remain on your head; even I am not interested in a single skin."

"...It's hard to say," Duzi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally raised his hands to cover his head:
"But I remember that gray Gu is not a very powerful ancient creation? How could it be on me?"

So the photon puppet of the technology hunter sang the ins and outs of the matter to the bald AI again.

"The gray Gu mimicked hair? Is it because the chief almost burned his skull when he fired it? Then this gray Gu may be dumber than me...ah no, it's not as smart as me,"

Duzi was surprised, and then laughed in disbelief:

"That's something called the old enemy by the angel of Chudan! It can copy the dragon on the top, and mimic the hair on the bottom. It's really powerful;"

"But when mimicking hair, you can kill yourself because of friction and heat. This is too stubborn!"

"Is there some regime that entrusts Gray Gu to be the governor, and it can also be stabbed to death with a knife in the street, or shot to death with a crude homemade pistol?"

The blunt man compared a pistol with his hand, aiming at a direction where no one was there:

"With a 'bang' sound, the old enemy who has fought with the angel of Chudan for tens of thousands of years may just disappear? Like the hair on my body before?"

After the words fell, the blunt man seemed to have shot, and blew the gunpowder smoke that did not exist at her fingertips, looking quite chic.

Zuo Wu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, it was true.Although the smaller the size of the clone that the gray Gu splits out, the intelligence will be limited, but this is too exaggerated.

The technological human next to him was very interested in the hypothesis of the blunt son, and after discussing with each other for a while, the voice continued to come out through the photon puppet:

"We think this is entirely possible~ it depends on what the 'governor' mimicked by the gray gu accepts the order;"

"If the Gray Gu really pretends to be an ordinary governor, then simply stabbing it with a knife can indeed make it sleep for a while. After all, being assassinated is one of the common endings for a governor."

Zuo Wu grasped a word: "Dormant?"

"Yes, after all, Gray Gu is something that has surpassed our era by hundreds of thousands of years. Even if its intelligence is limited because it is divided into small parts, even if it has the fragility of its mimicry, we can't really kill it~ "

The photon puppet is determined: "At most, let it go dormant ~ and then enter the reorganization process for a period of time; when the dissipated nanorobot returns to its place, it will naturally restart."

"It's just...Miss Blunt's hair was burnt in the galaxy where the ancient star gate appeared. During this period, you have performed several channel jumps. It is no longer realistic to expect it to converge on Miss Blunt again~"

"We'd better see if there are any leftovers~"

Residue?

Blunt stuck out his tongue:
"That may disappoint you guys. Most of my skull is made of metal. Although it doesn't leak oil normally, there are a few holes on it that are only one layer away from the brain tissue. It needs to be cleaned when there is nothing to do!"

"Besides, we just came out of Professor Marika's sterile room, and the professor also sterilized it with nano-robots,"

I also checked Duzi and me up and down, and found nothing abnormal at all, let alone any gray Gu placed on top of my head in a grandiose manner!
After finishing speaking, Duzi clasped his hands and showed the top of his head generously.

Della hid behind her and waved a small hand: "Yes! My mother and I both love cleanliness!"

Chong Niang probably missed the point of the moment.

But the photon puppet chuckled lightly:
"Professor Marika also developed nanorobots?"

"Professor... is really admirable~ He is always at the forefront of the times, but when he looks forward, he finds that what he has been striving for all his life has already been realized by this pioneer of the galaxy,"

"And most of them are just standing at their starting point. Every step in the future is walking the road that those pioneers have already walked. What they see is the scenery that others have seen. I don't know what to like or prefer~"

Levina, who didn't know when she came over, sneered: "That's why you are so keen on digging the graves of those pioneers? If you use the technology you dug up, it won't count as taking the path they walked?"

"Almost," said the photon puppet leisurely:
"Actually, it's more like those pioneers have gone a long way for us~ Whoever wins and who loses, don't I need to say?"

Levina shook her head and muttered, "Wow... like a parasite."

In the Milky Way, relying on archeology to develop technology is a feasible way; some pioneer relics have already overcome the strength of time and weathering, and once dug out, they will become a complete system, and you can just get started after figuring out how to use them.

The only thing to beware of is "knowing it but not knowing why". When using relics, you must insist on analyzing their basic operating principles. After all, some pioneers perished because of their own creations.

It's just that Levina still disdains this kind of progress through archaeology. This is the nature of the elves. They always feel that only the things they create with their own hands can be the best.

Seeing the elf maid walking away, it seemed that she was going to check whether the sanitation environment on the starship had deteriorated during her absence.

And the technology hunter obviously didn't take the elf's ridicule to heart.

They have tasted enough parasites, tomb robbers, robbers, criminals, and all kinds of more direct insults, and they are even discussing in low voices whether the audio of the mocking voice from the descendants of Chudan has any hope of selling for a good price.

Zuo Wu resisted the urge to buy, and coughed lightly: "Everyone, please get back to business."

"That's right, I'm sorry~" The puppet apologized sassily, and it was as light as every thank you it said:
"All in all, what we want to say is that although Professor Marika has been at the forefront of this world, his own photon robot Zaohui Gu still doesn't look good enough—at least he can't analyze the strangeness of the hair it simulated. "

"We need to see if there are any residues on Miss Blunt's head~"

listen.

Della covered her small mouth, with a worried face: "Mother, will it be as scary to see your teeth as mine?"

Marika's laboratory, which was used for the physical examination of the insect mother, did not have any considerations for comfort, and the creations used were quite imposing, which naturally made Della cringe a little.

But Marika just doesn't consider comfort, and it's unknown whether Tech Hunter has humanity.

If they were captured and studied by them, Duzi would definitely be more afraid than Chongniang, but she showed a confident smile at this time.

then.

She pressed her hands to the top of her head and spun around vigorously.

A click.

Her skull was taken off by herself!

Zuo Wu was dumbfounded, looking at the complex machinery exposed on Dutzi's head, in which a small group of brain tissue that she made her own program live in was packed in a translucent capsule, rising and falling with the shaking of the culture medium.

then.

Blunt cut off the connection between the skull and some intracranial machines, and handed it over to Zuo Wu with great solemnity:
"Here, watch it for me, don't break it; this is specially made, and it's okay to replace it, but I guess it's not as comfortable as this one on your head."

Zuo Wu took it, and the skull was light in his hands, with the texture of metal inside and the residual body temperature of blunt objects, which made him a little dumbfounded besides being stunned:
"Blunt, you...do you still have such a function?"

"Of course," the skullless AI rolled his eyes:
"The former owner of my body could install a rocket thruster under the brain, and push the brain and the skull to escape; I removed the thruster and added some other equipment. For the convenience of modification, it is not reasonable to add some easy-to-remove structures to the skull. ?”

Zuo Wu pointed to the inner side of the bone: "This spiral mark like opening a can is the 'easy to disassemble' structure? The more important question is that you didn't tell me about such an interesting thing before?"

"Just kidding, I told you that if you have something to do, don't you want to twist it off and play with it?" The blunt waved his hands in disgust:

"Hurry up, the parts in my skull are precious, and I'm definitely worried about being exposed for a long time!"

As he said that, the blunt stared at the photon puppet on the side, pulled Della to the depths of the starship, and did not forget to tell the insect mother:
"Della, you see that I twisted my skull off without blinking my eyes, shouldn't I be rewarded with a candy?"

"Ah, yes! Why didn't I remember that!" Della nodded seriously, and began to rummage through the pouch on her waist again:
"I still have it here, I'll give it to my mother..."

The voices of the two went away, but it was really despicable for the blunt boy to ask Daila for sugar.

Zuo Wu rubbed the center of his brows, and put the skull in front of his eyes, it was still familiar and round, and the hollows on it were a bit shocking because there was no contrast of the inner machinery.

Let’s take the side covered with the scalp as the front, and the side connected to the blunt intracranial creation as the back.

After careful inspection, Zuo Wu finally discovered something that had never been seen before—the front was not covered with real skin, but a material very similar to skin.

The evidence is that there is not a single pore on this scalp, and it is exactly the same as Levina's skin—only the elf's whole body is more natural, and the skull always has an artificial abruptness.

No pores?

Zuo Wu handed the skull to the photon puppet: "There are no pores on it, how did the former chief grow his hair?"

The photon puppet bent down and observed for a second, with great certainty:

"Oh, we know this material~ It's not that there are no pores on it, but after the mimic hair falls off, it heals on its own~"

Zuo Wu's eyes lit up: "That is to say, there is a possibility that the nano-robots may be sealed inside because of the healing of the blunt scalp?"

The photon puppet shook his head: "It's hard to say."

then.

The puppet handed the skull back to Zuo Wu, simulating the figure of a human being, and led the way in the direction of the laboratory specially allocated for technology hunters in the Fugitive.

walking.

The puppet did not forget to give Zuo Wu a science popularization: "Mr. Zuo, do you know the distance between human cells and cells?"

Zuo Wu secretly checked the information: "The distance between skin cells is about 130 to [-] nanometers, and the closest one in the body is about [-] to [-] nanometers?"

"That's right!"

The puppet nodded, it did not show the slightest flattery when discussing such issues:
"Marika's nano-robots have a single size of about one nanometer, and are matched with a gold-ceramic shell and a magnetic connection;"

"And the human immune system has nothing to do with nanorobots. Proteins can't do anything to metal porcelain. They can only watch the robots come and go freely in front of them, destroying what they want to destroy, and building what they want to build."

Zuo Wu understood.

No wonder Marika said that Emperor United used such technology to limit the lifespan of its citizens to [-] years old. This kind of nano-level transformation can indeed be done without anyone noticing.

And the puppet said that the healed skin cannot wrap the dormant gray Gu, because the size of the gray Gu is smaller than the distance between skin cells, and it is easy to float out. Is it such a simple and easy-to-understand reason?

But there is still a problem, Zuo Wu tilted his head: "But didn't we find out just now? The blunt scalp is not ordinary skin, but some kind of more special material?"

"No matter how special it is, it is also a use of imitating skin. At present, anthropomorphic objects are used more often than for military industry;" the puppet still denies:
"So, the interatomic distance of this material is about [-] angstroms, and one angstrom is [-] nanometers. Objectively speaking, there are also gaps for escape."

"As for gray Gu, it surpasses too many things in this era~"

It raised its hand and looked at the shadow that made up itself. This is a puppet made by carving photons, it is also a relic, and it is also something beyond this era.

"Our photon puppet can only be used for reconnaissance and escape, and at most it can be used for communication. It is a bit powerless to do other things, like trying to push a giant rock through the quality of the light itself."

"But Gray Gu is not, remember? We found it on a barren planet. Although its consciousness was not clear at the time, it still caused us quite a huge damage in an instant."

"Grey Gu even destroyed several of our other photon puppets, as if its proud escape ability was useless."

"But we at least know something, that is, the size of a single gray Gu is much smaller than an angstrom. We call it a 'nanometer robot' just because we don't have other words to describe this small-sized creation."

Zuo Wu nodded. At this time, they walked into the laboratory of the technology hunter; different from the scientific madman in the impression, the laboratory was extremely neat and rational.

Even being too rational will make anyone feel that they are out of place. This place is only suitable for creations with incomplete thinking modules.

"So?" Zuo Wu still spoke, faintly feeling that his scent was blocked by his thick rationality and could not spread.

But the photon puppet seemed to be returning home: "So, the gray Gu may have already escaped;"

Or maybe it's still dangling in Miss Duzi's body. Maybe that's the way the chief fused the dragon gene into his body. Of course, the skull is still the most likely place.

Zuo Wu grinned: "Then check quickly."

The puppet nodded, and the fingers made of shadows stroked the list of creations they collected, like touching endless keys.

Just at this time, a communication suddenly came from Sand Cliff:

"Commander-in-Chief, I'm taking the liberty to bother you, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience; I wanted to apologize immediately, but I have something urgent to report."

"A visitor has requested an audience."

The hairless tauren gritted his teeth, as if he was struggling deeply:
"Some people call themselves the Gray Wind of Liaoyuan."

(End of this chapter)