Son of the Stars

Chapter 105 Infiltrate
At the entrance to the patrol passage at Mount Argentario base, two men in white cloaks were waiting patiently.

Except for the occasional wind blowing the white cloaks on the two of them, they seemed to be completely lifeless dolls, and they seemed to be natural products that should have appeared here in the first place.

The radiated wind blew up the gravel on the ground, and neither the sky nor the ground was lifeless.

Until the patrol channel at the Mount Argentario base slowly opened a gap.

The two white cloaks standing still went from still to moving in an instant, as if their heads were pressed by a slingshot, and they were launched in an instant.As soon as the passage door opened, the two of them were already quietly adhering to the cliff wall.

Like two large moths.

The patrolling AI robots are being powered on. They are clicking the lenses on their heads at the sample boxes prepared in advance. After one has completed the calibration, he will go out and replace the next one - overall, it saves time, but... This just missed No. 42 and No. 33.

"It's as we expected. There are still three minutes left." After dozens of AI robots left the "cave", No. 3 whispered to No. 33, "Mr. Satan's information is very accurate."

"Mr. Satan's information has always been reliable." No. 42 responded softly while climbing down the uneven wall. "When will the pulse be turned on?"

"There are still 26 seconds left." No. 33 glanced at his watch and said, "It will take three to ten seconds after the pulse to unlock the internal maintenance channel."

As soon as No. 33 finished speaking, the lights in the entire cave dimmed.

"Due to unstable power supply signal, this site has turned on the power restriction mode. All experimental projects need to be stopped immediately - you have 15 minutes to save the data."

The AI's voice echoed throughout the hall. I don't know how many researchers would suddenly scream after hearing the news and charge towards their laboratories regardless.

You must develop a good habit of saving it easily.

Exactly eight seconds later, the maintenance channel in front of No. 42 and No. 33 made a very slight "click" sound. No. 33 pulled with his hand, and the door of the inspection passage was completely opened in front of the two of them.

"No matter how strict the security system is, it can't turn a once wealthy doomsday club into an indestructible fortress." No. 42 calmly bent down and ducked into the maintenance channel, while still commenting on the Argentario Mountain Base "This group of people in the coalition government are like a group of rats with no fat in their bellies. They are jealous of everything, and they want to take all the good things into their bellies. Then they stare at the surroundings, for fear that someone will Steal the moldy peanuts from their bellies."

The two people slowly climbed up the maintenance channel in the moldy peanuts, and used the magnetic track to easily and quietly ascend to the snow storage area.

"Okay, we have to find some real good stuff from this moldy peanut." No. 42 glanced at the exit in front of him, and after confirming that this was the destination of their trip, he reached out and pushed it. push.

The metal louvered panels were motionless.

"It's not open." No. 33 said a very correct nonsense next to Zhenli, "Did you open the door in the wrong direction?"

No. 42 tried pushing and pulling, moving left and right, up and down, and rotating. He shook his head and looked at No. 33 and said, "It can't be opened."

"This is troublesome." No. 33 scratched the top of his head, "Mr. Satan swore that this place can be opened easily. I didn't even prepare any other window opening tools." No. 42 blinked, "If the original body If you are still alive, he will definitely beat you up now."

"Oh, believe me, it's definitely more than just a beating." No. 33 was rummaging around in his backpack for tools that might come in handy. He said while searching, "The original body won't treat us so gently. . He’s going to kill me like a sock.”

No. 42 frowned, "Socks?"

"Oh, you haven't seen him." No. 33 showed a somewhat nostalgic expression, "Socks is a clone born with me. Before being recognized by the number, we can only call each other by code names - for the first time When personal supplies were distributed, the clothing package he received only contained a pair of socks, so he was named that."

"We have to accept two hours of brain-computer interface memory writing every day to learn various knowledge. You also know that brain-computer interface writing can make people exhausted." No. 33 whispered while speaking from his own I took out a piece of cold-expanded plastic sludge from my backpack.After softening it slightly with fire, he carefully stuffed the piece of putty into the gap between the metal shutter and the wall.

As the temperature gradually dropped, the sludge began to expand rapidly, and eventually several metal louver blades were pushed out of the frame.

No. 33 put the metal pieces in place and continued, "Socks is not very adaptable to high-intensity writing. He needs a longer time to recover every time - as a result, he will not be able to do it after half a month. Every time It takes several hours to recover from writing."

No. 42 glanced at the space outside the metal piece, frowned and asked, "What is staring at you?"

"Yes, he was targeted by the original body." No. 33 sighed, "The original body arranged for him to clean up immediately after completing the writing. The socks couldn't move at all, so he begged the original body to let him rest for a while. "

Number 42 stopped talking.

"The original body agreed to him, and then cut the socks piece by piece with a knife in front of us." No. 33 lowered his head and slowly moved away the thing other than the metal piece - it was a heavy wooden crate. "Each of us was given a small piece of meat from a sock, and the original body asked us to eat that piece of meat to 'grow memories'."

"It's all over." No. 42 could no longer remain indifferent. He patted the shoulder of the brother in front of him and said, "I can't comment on the behavior of the original body, but he is already dead."

"I hope that under God's care, Socks will no longer be in pain." No. 33's eyes were a little red, "I have always been worried that the original body that has returned to God's feet...will he bully Socks and the others again? .”

He took two deep breaths and stopped talking. After pushing open the wooden box, No. 33 took the lead in entering the snow storage area.

"The thing we are looking for is numbered DTS-015." Truth said next to No. 33, "Mr. Satan said that the thing will make noise on its own, and it should be very conspicuous..."

Truth suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the huge transparent "cylinder" in front of him and exclaimed "Wow".

In the most conspicuous place in the middle of the snow storage area, a tattered automatic robot, no taller than a calf and about 60 centimeters wide, was moving in a transparent "aquarium".The tank is filled with sand, gravel, various building materials such as wood, bricks, and reinforced concrete.And the robot was busy building a small house that could only accommodate itself, while demolishing the already built small building.

"The torture of Sisyphus." No. 42 looked at this little thing with interest, "Using this kind of thing to torture robots - the coalition government is really a bunch of idiots."

(End of this chapter)