Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The underground facility consists of several parts, but most of them are blocked by collapses and crystals. The operatives, wearing thick NBC protective suits, went down to the bottom in a basket. The first thing they did was set up an oxygen supply station. Given the radiation situation here, using a gas filter canister was useless.

"60 centimeters thick, with a high-hardness, high-temperature resistant ceramic alloy outer layer encasing No. 90 resistant steel inside, can it be blown up?" The doctor stood behind W, whose expression was very solemn. He had no choice but to be solemn; could a normal bomb blow up this thing?

"What was it designed to block?" "To block explosions. All explosion-proof isolation doors are configured this way because there are too many explosives here." Rocket fuel, various explosives and incendiary materials—a door like this might not even be effective.

"Can it be blown up?"

“It’s a bit difficult. We need Boss Xia’s equipment.” W examined the entire door structure through his mask. He didn’t even think about how easy it would be to dismantle the door frame. This thing slid downwards, and about half of the door was underground. To dismantle the door frame, he would have to dig down seven or eight meters deep and then contend with a much stronger machine box.

What equipment?

"Large vertical cutting machine".

"Didn't you say it would explode?"

“A door of this strength would require far too much explosives to detonate, and it was designed to be explosion-proof, so how could it possibly be blown open?” W examined it for a moment. “Therefore, the best approach is to blow open the concrete layer outside the casing, then use a cutting machine to completely sever the internal support hydraulic rods and locking pins, and then find some equipment to pry this thing open.”

"Surely the lock cylinder isn't made of explosion-proof, heat-resistant, or cut-resistant material?"

"It's not that bad," the doctor shook his head, then had the logistics team send the cutting machine down. While the cutting machine was being delivered, the exploration team conducted a preliminary exploration of the facility; most of it had collapsed, and heaven knows how many tons of mud had completely blocked the passage.

Old Xia went to the launch control room and, together with Kroos, completed a very excellent and effective disassembly operation. Although the storage device was destroyed, the crystal circuit components inside were still intact, well, they were severely corroded. They were enough as a reference rather than for actual use.

"The synthetic jade chip, a chipset based on the Originium field effect, is impossible to analyze unless we find some still-functioning hibernation facility tomorrow and find thousands of semiconductor experts inside." The doctor indicated that you don't need to bother considering repairing or reproducing this kind of thing.

"No, I just want to know if this thing has any value as a treasure." After observing for a while, Old Xia finally swept these things, which were extremely difficult for the current Terrans, into his pocket like garbage.

The facility is divided into four parts. The passage on the right is blocked, which seems to be the residential and research area. The front and left sides are blocked by two large gates. The doctor could barely make out that the left side was the warehouse and the front was the management area.

"One, two! Watch out!" The freezer-like device, bound hand and foot, was slowly lowered down the ropes and then transported to the front gate for assembly.

Is it okay now?

"It's ready." W pressed the detonator, and with a few muffled small explosions, concrete fragments flew everywhere, revealing the machine box and the hydraulic rod for fixing the ground lock inside the trench.

"Where's the cutting machine? Come on, cut along here, then use the hydraulic jack we brought to lift it up." The heat from the tower cutting machine quickly turned the entire underground facility from damp and cold to sweltering, making the ground lock columns, made of No. 75 resistant steel, extremely difficult to cut.

The full name of Refractory Steel is High Performance Heat-Resistant Alloy. It is a military material commonly used by the early inhabitants of Terra. Although the doctor remembers the general formula and process, he is completely unaware of the specific procedures and details.

The higher the number, the higher the heat resistance and toughness, but conversely, the lower the hardness. Therefore, high-number steel is mainly used in the heat-resistant surface of armor.

The crimson metallic fluid was continuously diverted by the guide plate, and with a slight click from the machine, the first locking pin was cut off.

"16 minutes, not bad. This thing has eight locks, looks like we'll be able to open it soon."

"The machine can't handle it, it needs a break." The technician in charge of operating the cutting machine checked it, shook his head, and said that prolonged overload output was causing significant damage to the equipment.

"how long it takes?"

"About five minutes."

“Okay, start cutting one in five minutes.” W glanced at his watch. “I haven’t finished my work for today yet.”

"What is it?"

"Tutoring homework" W squatted in the corner with a tablet, poking and clicking.

After nearly two hours of effort, amidst the roar of heavy machinery brought by the logistics convoy, the gate, sealed for at least a thousand years, finally rose little by little, revealing a space large enough for people to pass through.

"Reinforce it, we don't have the strength to lift the city gate." The doctor instructed the logistics engineering team to reinforce the gate that had been propped up before entering the warehouse area.

"The food storage is basically completely destroyed." Old Xia picked up a space food package and examined it. "It can only be used as fertilizer." The torn packaging bag poured out a dark green, unidentified substance that looked like sludge. The scan results showed that it was completely inedible.

"However, these packets of sugar should still be edible. Shall we try some honey from a thousand years ago?"

"It's from two thousand years ago," the doctor corrected, then took the packaging. Vacuum-sealed honey certainly wouldn't spoil, but it probably wouldn't be recommended for consumption.

"Next to the food warehouse is the spare parts warehouse, and over here is the clothing warehouse. Check and see what else we can use." This is a launch site that supplies the Ark launch. The warehouses it is assigned to contain the basic building materials and tools needed by the Ark, as well as intravehicular spacesuits, space food, and fuel.

The fuel is completely destroyed. Originium fuel has a natural decomposition rate. Even the highest grade fuel rods, once opened, only contain a large amount of bluish-black deactivated powder.

The spacesuit situation wasn't ideal either, but perhaps due to luck or simply good preservation methods, a few usable suits were found. However, their value to them was limited to exhibition purposes. The spare parts warehouse, on the other hand, contained some interesting items: roughly half a warehouse of resistant steel frames and metal sheets.

"They're all No. 50, used for the external construction of the Ark. They can be used to build frames, floors, and buildings, but they're completely unsuitable as armor protection." They've achieved a middle ground in terms of hardness, toughness, and heat resistance, and are used to build protective shells for external equipment groups. To put it nicely, they're flawless; to put it bluntly, they're utterly useless.

"Oh, there are two more of these." The doctor found two I-beams in the pile of materials. "An ultra-lightweight ductile alloy. While ensuring strength, it's only slightly heavier than lightweight aluminum alloy. It will make building aircraft easier for you in the future."

"Just these two? Can they be recycled?" Old Xia frowned, looking at the two I-beams that were probably for the cargo track on the spaceship. "No, just these two," the doctor shrugged, realizing he hadn't found a reliable spare parts warehouse, and this trip was probably a loss.

"Is the command center door still open?"

"Open it up, maybe there will be a pleasant surprise." The doctor didn't care. It wasn't a grave. Even if it were, it would still be dug up. There was no need to overthink it. Prying open the command area door was a little easier. This time, there was no need to blow up the ground. Just cut open the casing and get to work. The casing wasn't heat-resistant, so it might be faster to cut it than the locking pin when facing a tower cutter.

"It's open!" The hydraulic press lifted the heavy door, revealing seven or eight rows of circular workbenches. The equipment on them had long since decayed. The technical team members, carrying cameras, began to take pictures of each one. These remaining yellowed paper documents would turn to dust at the slightest touch, so they could only be restored by taking pictures.

On either side of the hall were separate offices, as well as a second-floor area. After a careful search, a lot of odds and ends were found. The biggest find was that Kroos successfully disassembled a seemingly intact early human computer. It was probably a spare part, still in its packaging, and with a bit of luck, it could even be turned on.

However, the memory inside was empty, and it couldn't even display a self-test screen when turned on. But Cleopatra said she would go back and try to fix it up, repackage it, and sell it to other interested buyers. It seems that Colombian suckers would be happy to pay for these blind boxes.

"Here you go, the only useful find!" The doctor emerged from his second-floor office and tossed a finger-thick, crimson synthetic jade bar to Ling. "Go back and ask your sister what's inside this."

"A spark?" Ling examined the red, USB-sized objects in his hand. "Hopefully, it's not something useless."

Since Originium Arts and the forging power of Nian are both for the purpose of exploration and construction in space and on alien planets, there are naturally corresponding blueprints and process diagrams, and what she has in her hand is such a thing.

It's hard to say what's inside, and it's also hard to say whether it can be read. We can only try our luck, since data loss in storage doesn't mean that not a single byte is lost.

If it's truly repaired, some data can be recovered, but whether it can be pieced together into a complete sentence is another matter.

"Next time, it would be better to learn from us and switch to crystal cubes," Old Xia patted the doctor on the shoulder. "Micron-level laser internal micro-carving will prevent such troublesome issues from occurring."

"We'll talk about it next time." The doctor rolled his eyes. One apocalyptic disaster like this was bad enough, let alone another.

"However, at least you carved some of the words on the stone." Old Xia had someone take down the map of the command post facilities. It was a brass casting, originally a decoration to celebrate the completion of the entire facility, and it also had a long string of ancient characters on it.

"A warm celebration for the completion of the third phase of the 'Arknights' project! I've translated it for you," the Doctor said. "This is the facility layout map for the third phase; from now on, you won't have to rely on luck."

"So this must be the OC5 resupply and launch site? What's to the west? The nearest facility?" "The Wave Dynamics Institute."

"Wait a minute, what wave, dynamics?"

"Source field interference wave dynamics is a discipline that uses the source particle field to form interference waves to broadcast and transmit energy and information to other source particle fields. Simply put, they used this technology in 2010, also known as neural consciousness synchronization technology. By the way, the essence of the Demon King Network is also the spiritual pollution of evil spirits, and my command methods are all based on this technology."

"However, considering that the storage device is likely to be emptied, I don't recommend going there. First, there's definitely nothing usable there. Second, the number of demons is probably astronomical, since demons are the main product there."

"Wait a minute, isn't that very valuable? Don't you need to overwrite the demon's data and equipment?"

“It’s data. I have the equipment. By the way, I’m the research director for this facility.” The doctor indicated that there was no need to dig up old equipment; he had new ones on hand, and even if he didn’t, he could make them on the spot. “So, of the three facilities around here, which one do you think is more valuable?”

"This vehicle dispatch station, maybe if we dig around we can find the early polar landers and transport vehicles."

"Can we dig up a tank?" "Probably not, but it's possible we'll dig up a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun."

"Huh? Why would you put something like this at the vehicle dispatch station?" Old Xia was a little confused. Why would the vehicle dispatch station in the space city have something like this?

"Because it's very simple," the doctor said. "Even if we only send out tickets for the brains, there are only 30 million available, and that number might be reduced due to technological or other reasons. So the question is, who gets on board, and who stays?"

"Back then, not many idiots thought they could survive by digging a hole and burying themselves... Well, those idiots actually did survive, and you know who I'm talking about."

Who else could it be but the Durin tribe, someone Kazdel can't communicate with at all. For individual Durin people, it's not a big problem, like Myrtle or something.

However, as a whole, the Dulin people completely distrusted the Starry Sky Project, which is understandable—their ancestors survived by digging holes. Those fools who believed in the Ark Project are either hanging in the sky or dead, while the Dulin people who firmly believed that digging a hole could save them actually survived.

"Although a large-scale impact is impossible." After all, not everyone believes the apocalypse is real, not everyone knows they don't have a vote, and not everyone thinks the scale of the apocalypse necessitates escaping Terra. Most importantly, even those who do believe it may not have the ability to coordinate.

"However, there are small- to medium-sized terrorist attacks. After all, there are always those who... well, if they don't have a good ending themselves, they want others to suffer too. So, in addition to self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, there are also missile launchers. I'm afraid they might launch missiles or simply pilot aircraft to commit suicide."

The doctor explained that he was still optimistic about whether those weapons were still usable, since many of the early inhabitants' weapons on Terra were indeed still functional.

"And what I hope for most is to dig up a landship," the doctor sighed. "Because that would make it much easier for us to persuade other countries to support us." After all, we can't see the stars or the future yet, but the tangible benefits of digging up a prehistoric landship are something that Ursus, having tasted both the sweetness and the bitterness, will definitely want to get involved.

"And what about this facility?"

"If you weren't here, I would have suggested including the polar greenhouse in our exploration list immediately. But there's no need for that now; our technology in this area isn't as advanced as yours."

“Hmm, that makes sense…” Old Xia crossed out that part. “So our route is the vehicle dispatch station, and then what’s the next stop?”

"The dispatch station is spacious enough to dock giant beasts. We'll rest and dig here. However, we need to prepare for a demon defense battle. This place is near a residential area with a dense population, which means that..." Demons are also densely packed.

"After the excavation was completed, heading north from the dispatch station would be the dividing line between the second and third phases of the project. I remember this was... the rocket engine manufacturing plant. However, don't get your hopes up. Before the storm hit, all the rockets we could assemble and launch were launched. Not a single one was left. Even if there were any left, don't expect any time to properly store them."

"Won't the production line, materials, and spare parts all be used up?"

"That's true, but... it's good to go and take a look." What if? What else can you rely on these days besides luck?

"The third phase of the project is the final phase. It mainly involves various supplies for the Ark and the construction of new research facilities. The projects undertaken are basically for the launch of the Ark and future development, such as the propulsion of nuclear weapons."

The search of the facility is basically complete. There are actually two more underground levels, but those are the power zone.

Old Xia's drone went down and circled around. To be honest, there were many valuable things, such as a Xianmin large nuclear reactor, a large number of advanced power generation equipment, a large bundle of superconducting cables, various power and power components, and even a laboratory.

However, in the end, the doctor and Lao Xia gave up the exploration because sending an operator down with a radiation dose of 200 millisieverts per hour would be tantamount to murder. Besides, the reactor had obviously leaked, and even though the outer shell was still relatively intact, it was still at that level.

Once the outer shell was dismantled, the nuclear fuel inside would have completely leaked out, making the first floor uninhabitable. In the end, Lao Xia brought in dozens of tons of concrete and borax to completely block the entrance and all the ventilation openings. If any idiot still thinks there must be treasures under such a solid seal in the future, then he can only wish them well.

"From now on, in every sense, let's use fusion!" Old Xia said, indicating that fission reactors are a good idea and we shouldn't do it again next time.

"It's not that easy. We can build fusion reactors, but it's not that easy or cheap. In comparison, mass production of fission reactors is more suitable for our use."

The doctor shook his head. This kind of thing is not so easy. After all, the Terrans are not a true interstellar civilization. Although they have the ability to collect resources from the moon and even more distant planets, they can't compare to some guy who chops up melons all over the universe to eat.

It's possible to build, commercialize, and mass-produce, but the cost is there, and the output of a fusion reactor is beyond the capabilities of most facilities. Electricity isn't like other products that can be stored if not used up; it's basically a waste.

Various strange and unusual methods have been used to store excess electricity, but the results are generally not ideal. Whether it is batteries, flywheels or water pumps, they can only deal with ordinary excess electricity. They are simply a drop in the ocean when it comes to the excess electricity of industrial-grade fusion reactors.

They don't have the technology to miniaturize it to the size of a truck like Lao Xia's. Large reactors are obviously overloaded, and if they build large fusion power plants for centralized power supply, the power grid can't handle such a complex and massive power supply structure.

Therefore, in polar facility clusters, only important facilities, high-energy-consuming facilities, and areas suitable for unified power supply have fusion power plants, and these power plants are the important exploration targets arranged by the doctor.

"Even if lithium deuteride is destroyed, deuterium has a long shelf life, which is perfect since your reactor can simply burn deuterium."

"We still need Helium-3, since the deuterium-deuterium reaction is too demanding and requires a warm-up engine," Old Xia said seriously.

"In addition, superconducting coils, heating coils (to heat the plasma spheres, otherwise the reactor will stop on its own), cooling coils, control consoles, etc. can all be used."

"But the program is gone."

"Don't we already have one?"

"Ah, you mean that Chernobog? That makes sense!" If you're lucky, you could get a whole bunch of large fusion reactor parts and source ion generators based on the Originium system from the early people.

[PS]

White Crystal: A settlement item, equivalent to Inspiration.

Alchemy Lab: Uses white crystals to enhance overall attributes. Up to +25% maximum health, attack power, and defense; +10 attack speed; +25% healing effectiveness; -20% damage from all sources.

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