Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

"Unidentified artifact scanning gun, scans targets after activation, unable to read internal scanning data..... Category: Technological Product" Kal'tsit tried to loosely grasp the device, feeling that something was amiss, but after looking at the accompanying research instructions, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

Is it really a scanner?

"Extreme Realm, can you hear me?"

"Yes! However, your signal is very poor. I had the hunters help set up a forward base station. If it's not a complicated data transmission, it should be fine."

"Send these photos to Boss Xia and ask for his opinion." A few minutes later, at the Kazdel Institute, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know him," Old Xia shook his head, "I really don't know him. We definitely didn't do it."

"Is it possible that it was created by a powerful civilization that your civilization came into contact with?"

"It's possible, but I'm not familiar with it. Not to mention I'm not familiar with it, even if we find the race in question, they'll most likely have to look through history books, and there's still no guarantee of a definitive answer." Old Xia shrugged. After all, this thing is too ancient. Even if you recognize whose race it is, the other party can't be sure if it's theirs.

This is like if aliens found a crystal radio made by humans 100,000 years ago on a planet and came to confront Earthlings, humans would probably be completely baffled and wouldn't be able to immediately confirm that it was an artifact from their own home, let alone know what era or civilization it came from.

Now, Kal'tsit and the others have unearthed artifacts from tens of thousands of years ago. Let alone if Old Xia didn't recognize them, even if he did, it would be hard to say whether the civilization in question was still alive. Even if they were, they would still be in a difficult situation, and it would probably take decades of research to figure them out.

"Do you know them?" Old Xia asked back, "What if it was your ancestors who did this?"

"I don't recognize it; this isn't a material we usually use."

"Could it be that other alien races have fallen here?"

"Who knows?" The doctor was a bit confused now. Neither of the two ancient civilizations on Terra recognized this thing, nor did the aliens. So whose was it?

"In terms of writing, I can say with certainty that it is definitely not a product of our ancestors' civilization." Of course, Lao Xia recognizes the common features of our ancestors' creations and the general structure of their writing. Why? For no particular reason. When digging the ground, if you accidentally unearth a grave that will land you in jail for life, at least you'll know how you got there.

Well, it's possible to occasionally unearth small ruins during the development of agricultural planets, so he needs to learn to identify common features of ancestral ruins. Otherwise, if he digs up some unfamiliar crystal and carelessly throws it away or destroys it, he could easily end up in jail for life, which would mean that a piece of irreplaceable ancestral technology or civilization data might be lost forever.

Are you familiar with these creations?

“I’m not familiar with it. I don’t study archaeology. I only know the general characteristics of these ruins. If I’m going to damage them when I turn over the soil, I’ll definitely be in jail for life.” Old Xia spread his hands. He wasn’t an archaeology major, and in this field, the Star Alliance experts weren’t much better than Terra. They were all guessing and making assumptions.

If the ancestral ruins weren't such a freebie in archaeology, coming with their own complete instruction manual and self-explanatory documents, the Covenant would have done the same thing, calling an Apple phone a fruit detector.

Even so, when faced with the ruins with damaged instruction manuals... for a long time, the Covenant used the entire Singularity High Energy Particle Generator as a regular reactor, until they dug up a second grave nearby and found the complete instruction manual, only then realizing this.

By this time, about a quarter of the equipment's lifespan has already been wasted on meaningless power generation. It's incredibly frustrating to encounter such a situation, much like using the heat from a computer's motherboard running at full power to fry an egg for several years.

“Therefore, archaeology really requires a lot of caution. It’s best if the other party leaves an instruction manual nearby that we can understand, the kind that even a monkey could understand. Otherwise, the ruins or artifacts will be reversed…” Old Xia and the doctor both fell silent.

Reverse engineering the technology of the ancients is already quite difficult, but at least they wrote in Terran script. Even without manuals, you can check the system logs, and if all else fails, there are old guys like Dr. Nian who can ask what it is. But a creation from an unknown fourth-party civilization, with a script you don't even recognize, is much more difficult to reverse engineer.

“Back then, it took us 70 years to develop the facilities on the moon, and we had instruction manuals and process guidelines.” Old Xia patted the doctor on the shoulder. “And even with two libraries full of instruction manuals, it still took us 70 years to catch up on the basic theoretical courses, to the point where we could understand the assignments and copy them. This kind of thing… let’s just forget about it.”

The relics on the moon are genuine heritage sites. The system manual, installation manual, theoretical principles, mechanism of action of the relics, and production process guidance are all included. With five-dimensional perception text covering an entire wall, you still need to take a basic theory course, otherwise you might recognize every single word, but not understand what it means when put together.

"The major of alien archaeology has a nickname in our area: 'the study of spending your life in prison.' Not making mistakes is like being in prison, making mistakes is like being in prison for real. Even worse, some mistakes are the kind that result in immediate execution, where the entire research team is wiped out in an instant." Old Xia said with a look of sympathy. "So, you'd better completely forget about that construct, otherwise, it won't just be a matter of going to prison next."

"If there are antimatter restraints or something inside, you can expect the Great Quiet to repeat itself. Wait, it seems the Agorians have already broken through the outer shell and gone inside. Wow, it's really impressive that it didn't explode."

Old Xia has truly witnessed what ignorance and fearlessness mean. The Agorians really don't understand how dangerous something that looks like a spaceship could be.

Any spaceship capable of traversing the stars, regardless of the clever navigation techniques they employ, requires astronomical amounts of energy. This means that any high-energy devices, energy storage equipment, and fuel within the remains of any spaceship are extremely dangerous.

Even the Covenant archaeological teams that normally open the door are on tenterhooks, with blast walls and security camps every few steps. For you to just break in and be so bold as to move things, you must be incredibly lucky not to blow yourself up.

On the contrary, the least worrying thing is microbial contamination, because the spacecraft environment is mostly sterile and ultra-clean inside. Otherwise, during the long journey, without multiple filtration to maintain a clean state, mushrooms would grow on your pipes in no time. And there's no one to provide you with a car wash service in space.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Kal'tsit was also a little panicked. "They've already replied. We'd better not touch anything, especially when we go down." She wasn't immortal. If something was blown up, the entire army would be wiped out, and not a single one of them would escape. Even the city of Agor above would be destroyed.

"Especially avoid using violent demolition methods. By the way, how's it going with the judge upstairs?"

"We've reached the top-level entrance." The breakthrough in the administrative district didn't take too long. After all, these were just ordinary sea monsters, and the densely packed desks and chairs and the partitioned workstations in the administrative district gave the judges the opportunity to take them down one by one. Finally, the Iberian Court of Justice stood before the gates of the birthplace of the sea monsters.

"Open the door?" Huang asked, gripping the chainsaw tightly.

"Open!" The judge reached out and pressed the manual open button next to the door. On the other side, Elena swiped the access card she had found on the corpse. With a ding, the door opened to both sides.

Contrary to popular belief, the interior is a magnificent ecological garden. Huge, translucent root systems dominate the center of the hall, and the spherical structure contains a large amount of seawater, where small marine organisms can be seen swimming freely.

Around this giant jellyfish, the roots formed by the sea ripples intertwine, and beneath the roots, fragrant grasses grow luxuriantly, with various marine plants growing densely in the air.

In the corner, tall trees hung down with claw-like red fruits, and the rotting fruits on the ground emitted a strange sweet smell, causing the operators to immediately put on their masks.

"Is this it? The lair of the Sea Si." "It should be said that it is one of them." The judge raised his hand cannon and aimed at the transparent jellyfish body. "Bang!" The Sacred Flame pierced through the not-so-strong outer shell without any resistance and exploded inside. The tiny Sea Si were instantly burned by the flames. After the jellyfish structure let out a sharp screech, it curled up and shrank slightly. The flames burned along the jellyfish to the Netherworld Mark on the dome.

"That's it?" The judge had expected a tough battle and a fierce fight, but the enemy was taken down with a single shot, which felt incredibly unreal.

"Wait, the building is shaking!"

"Crack!" A crack appeared in the dry seawater above, and water sliced ​​through it like a sharp blade. "Damn it!" Without anyone reminding them, everyone who saw this scene rushed downstairs as if their parents had lost two legs.

"Warning, warning, water is entering from within." The massive Netherworld structure collapsed with a roar, and the waterproof doors slowly fell down layer by layer. However, the sea monsters and terror fish that surged in with the gushing seawater did not want these intruders to leave so easily.

"Elena!"

"what?"

"Get out!" The judge grabbed the apprentice and threw her toward the falling watertight door, then five sacred fire bullets shattered the sea monsters that were trying to entangle her.

"Boom!" The gate closed, and the judge, leaning against the gate, threw away his hand cannon, holding a lantern in one hand and a sword in the other, standing in the rising seawater. In the distance, the watertight door could no longer withstand the water pressure and cracked further.

"Honestly, I should have kept one more cigarette. Ah, I never expected to retire like this."

"Run! The watertight layer won't hold for long!" The watertight doors were designed to handle ordinary leaks, not the collapse of the entire top floor. The enormous water pressure acted on these doors, quickly deforming them. Starting from the top, the entire facility was gradually flattened by the water pressure amidst ear-piercing creaking sounds.

The behemoth realized something and moved away from the area. Watching the entire experimental facility slowly deform, it shouted, "Everyone, get down!" At this moment, Kal'tsit disregarded the danger and ordered M3 to forcibly tear open the elevator shaft. Now, the only way to escape was to hide inside the structure below.

"Hurry up, get down!"

"But, Master, he!"

"No time to think about it, get down!" M3 directly secured the little judge, Kal'tsit glanced at the gate that was beginning to deform under the enormous water pressure, and jumped into the elevator shaft without looking back.

"Swoosh!" The descent was very slow, perhaps due to the sound above. After passing through a series of automatic doors, Kal'tsit landed on the hard floor amidst the cracking sounds caused by water pressure behind her. The black door above her slowly closed, followed by a deafening roar as water crashed against the outer shell.

"Phew, I escaped unscathed."

"How do we get back?" The question caused everyone to look at each other in bewilderment. The submarine was still on board, which meant that they could only get back into the submarine if they could physically ascend nearly 300 meters from a depth of 3500 to 4000 meters, not to mention the angry sea creatures and a giant sea monster outside.

I'm taking the day off today, nothing to report.

I've gone to work on something for the new book, which is basically a sequel to this one.

Probably that's it.

The book actually already mentioned virtual matrices at the beginning, but we're considering which template type to use for the virtual world within them.

Is the era depicted in the medieval period of Japanese fantasy, the world before and after World War I, or a more modern worldview?

The world structure could be a classic dungeon maze, like the layered structure of Sword Art Online; a normal Western fantasy continent; or something more special, like the pure fantasy construction of floating islands and airships that 32 wanted to create.

The protagonist's Blu-ray is basically finalized, and I've even compiled the list of special skills. Ah, this character card and Blu-ray will be placed inside. Although the outside world is the real world, the inside is truly a virtual world. Therefore, there really is a system character card, although the protagonist's can't strictly be called a "system"—because an entire research team outside is responsible for communication and deep-sea exploration.

Then, the connection method is to consider whether it is permanent, meaning that one can only leave after achieving the final result; or instantaneous, meaning that the protagonist will have two descriptions, one part inside the virtual matrix and the other part outside where he unpacks the information and data he has obtained.

Another issue is whether the young lady should choose to enter directly together or act as a backup AI to provide assistance.

Also, what style will the protagonist use? Pure firearms, or a combination of guns and swords like the God Eater's Divine Machine?

Personally, I prefer the technological state between World War I and World War II, when mystery began to fade, biplanes appeared, and larger airships glided between islands suspended in the clouds. I feel that there are relatively few novels about this kind of environment and era; most are either medieval or Victorian.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Technology Based on Idiots

Chapter 28

The structure channel was made of some unknown synthetic material. According to Kelsey's preliminary analysis, it should be some kind of crystalline substance. However, this classification is very broad, because nature only classifies things in this respect into two categories: crystalline and amorphous.

As for whether it is a metallic crystal or a non-metallic crystal, it is not certain. At least it is difficult to confirm this with Kal'tsit's handheld device. In short, this narrow corridor is composed of a dark material that is hard to say whether it is some kind of quartz crystal or metal.

After the laboratory was destroyed by the water pressure, the power outage prevented the corridor from receiving any lighting. The operators dared not speak or move around and could only stay in place to conduct a simple investigation and make repairs.

Especially for the junior judge, she needed a considerable amount of time to adjust her mindset. Even though she didn't witness her mentor's death, given the circumstances and the intensity of the water pressure at 3500 meters, the possibility of him still being alive was almost zero.

Why do I say "almost"? If he had managed to rush into an escape pod that hadn't been discovered yet, and if that pod had sufficient deep-diving capabilities and hadn't been torn apart by the giant beast or sea monster, then there was still a chance he could have survived.

There's nothing in here.

"Because everything useful was taken away by the Agors," leaving only bare, smooth corridors, as anything that could be disassembled or moved was gone.

“Hoshiguma, W, Rosemary, the four of us will explore ahead. The rest of you will set up camp here. We might be staying for a long time,” Kal'tsit said after thinking for a moment. “Very long. Apart from essential personnel, it’s best to conserve food and water. Even so, we can’t last more than a few days.”

Such words are very demoralizing, but it's better to give everyone some mental preparation than to become even more frustrated and frantic later.

The passage wasn't very long, and it was divided by multiple gates. Some of these gates were part of the structure itself, and some were installed by the Agors. The former was simpler because the Agors had carved out the passage, while the latter required shaking the M3 to forcibly break through.

"Light, light, and still light. Are we taking an evening stroll?" W frowned as he looked around the cabins. They were all empty, except for some unidentified columnar objects that blended seamlessly into the ground.

“Actually, many discoveries have been made,” Kal’tsit shook her head. “The Agorians will move the artifacts for research, but they won’t really erase all traces. For example, I can now make a preliminary confirmation of the approximate physical structure, or more accurately, part of the physical structure, of the owner of what is likely the ship’s structure.”

"Oh? You have this ability?" W looked at Kal'tsit suspiciously; she was probably the one on the team who distrusted Kal'tsit the least.

“The marks on those columnar structures,” Kal’tsit pointed to the marks, “spiral grooves. The Agorians might think these are grooves for installing some high-tech equipment, but I don’t really think so.”

The main thing was that Lao Xia taught her a lesson: any technological product, unless it's produced by the Strategic Deception Bureau, is ultimately meant to be used, not used to enlighten you. So, when you realize that you really can't understand a component, besides the possibility that you're an idiot, there's also the possibility that the designer on the other end is an idiot, or even more likely that it's related to the designer's physical structure.

This is why Kal'tsit thought the "cockpit" discovered by the Agorians might be a uniquely shaped toilet. Old Xia had actually given her a similar example: when you see a solid cube made of particle clusters that can deform in four-dimensional space, what do you think it is?

You might guess it's some fancy thing like a terminal, storage device, or high-dimensional non-physical chip—but after reading the instructions, you realize it's really just a Rubik's Cube toy, recommended as an early learning toy for children aged 1-3 to help develop their multidimensional spatial and temporal perception.

"If there were a piece of equipment that every room had, and that all looked pretty much the same, what would it be?"

"Terminal?"

“It’s a bed or a chair.” Kal’tsit shook her head. “Given this structure, what kind of creature would like a chair like this? The answer is, reptiles, or more precisely, snake-like creatures. So, the owner of this structure is probably a creature without lower limbs or with lower limbs like a snake. They need to coil around these pillars to support their upper body to do something.”

Moreover, Kal'tsit looked towards the top of the cabin, where there were two sloping surfaces. Because they were also integrated with the room, the Agors did not dare to dismantle them.

"And that sloping surface might be some kind of display. Imagine a giant snake coiled on a pillar, using its forelimbs or even its tongue to touch the screen, browsing information and making operations."

"Indeed, so were the Agors wrong?"

“Who knows?” Kal’tsit shook her head. “I’m just suggesting a possibility. Perhaps it really is some kind of terminal or mysterious device. Until we find the remains of the maker or something similar, I think anything is possible.”

"Including the fact that the cockpit we're going to is actually a public toilet or some other cabin?"

"Yes, it could also be an incubation chamber or a sleeping area. After all, for snakes, a groove-like structure would be more suitable for their reproductive needs."

"Unless the remains are found, it is impossible to determine their physical structure and operating habits, and therefore impossible to determine how their tools and operations were completed. Trying to reverse or understand the underlying logic of their creations will be hundreds of times more difficult."

Unless the Agorians actually did something like this: they spent a long time studying a human Nokia phone and, instead of developing semiconductors and radio, they came up with a ridiculous plastic warhammer. Although, to be honest, such ridiculous scenarios seem to be quite common in human history.