This Game Is Too Realistic

Vault No. 100, Floor B40.

The team led by My Blackest finally passed through the mountains of obstacles and metabolites and arrived at the dust-free warehouse where the black boxes were stored.

Seeing the mission coordinates so close to each other on the map, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.

This straight-line distance of less than two hundred meters is simply longer than a mile of cross-country travel, especially when the bugs that suddenly emerge from the shadows challenge their SAN value from time to time.

"I'm opening the door."

I was the darkest person on the side of the warehouse door. I made a gesture with my teammates on the other side, and then punched the mechanical button that manually opened the movable door.

Along with the sound of air leakage, the dry air flow blew out from the door, blowing away the dust stuck to the door crack.

Several gun barrels quickly penetrated the door, and the flashlight light quickly swept through every corner of the dark room. When I confirmed that there was no threat, a trace of surprise appeared on my darkest face.

He originally thought that there would be strict protection here, and he was even prepared for a hard fight, but the actual situation was exactly the opposite of what he imagined.

The bell behind everyone teased him unceremoniously.

"Positive pressure sealing is the basic configuration of the dust-free workshop. I thought you would know it when you saw the wind blowing out. There is no way that unclean dirt can get in here."

After saying that, it climbed into the house, operated the spider robot, stretched out a leg, and pressed the switch on the inside of the wall.

White lights illuminate the entire dark room.

I turned off the tactical flashlight in the darkest embarrassment and lowered the muzzle of the gun in my hand.

Strange……

Where did the inexplicable feeling of uneasiness coming from just now come from?

However, the weird feeling in his heart did not last long, and was replaced by the surprise that followed almost instantly.

I saw square black boxes of various sizes standing in the wide warehouse, near the freight elevator.

Seeing those black boxes, the eyes of the players behind me suddenly glowed green, and they all let out shouts of surprise.

"Fuck! One, two, three...twenty-nine!?"

"Awesome!"

Although the current version of the black box does not support private possession by players, every time a black box is recovered, all players in the entire server will benefit from it.

All the wonderful gadgets produced by the black box can be purchased with silver coins, and things that can be purchased originally will become cheaper or the purchase threshold will be lowered because of the unlocked black box.

Even putting aside these effects on the overall strength of the alliance, individual players will receive generous silver coins and contribution points as rewards for recycling black boxes.

The only uncertainty now is how many of these black boxes can be used.

The peak population of Vault 100 reached over 80,000, and the consumption of supplies was no less than that of an ordinary settlement.

A dust-free working environment and professionally trained operators can extend the life of the black box, and the life of any black box is not permanent.

My darkest moment is just praying that these treasures of pre-war civilization will not be ruined by the residents of Vault 100.

Otherwise they wouldn't have anything to waste!

Leaving one teammate to guard the door, I took the remaining four people into the warehouse and determined the functionality of the black box through the translator on the VM.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t use a translator.

The design concept of the black box itself assumes that the user is completely illiterate. Even a completely illiterate gorilla can make it function according to the instructions printed on the black box.

After careful inspection of a total of twenty-nine black boxes, there were still twenty-two that could function normally.

However, what is surprising is that the broken items are all small items that are worthless and can be replaced, such as the dome's light-emitting panels and the filter elements of the ventilation system. Almost all the "big items" that are truly valuable are left behind.

Among them, the most surprising thing for players is undoubtedly the black box that produces the 㩙-type "Light Cavalry" and 㫦-type "Heavy Cavalry" exoskeletons!

These two sets of police equipment are not only handsome in appearance, but also have excellent overall performance. Although they are not suitable for high-intensity battlefields, it is not a big problem!

Just weld a steel plate on your chest and that's it!

Due to many advantages, these two sets of equipment have always been in limited quantity, and only a small amount is released each time the version is updated.

Currently, only the Enlightenment faction in the entire wasteland has installed these two pre-war equipment on a large scale.

I still remember the previous battle in the desert. The Alliance seized two hundred sets of "㩙-style" from the Enlightenment Society at once, which made the administrator extremely happy.

If these two black boxes are moved back, will the favorability of the camp BOSS be increased to the sky? !

Let’s see who dares to say that I have a bad face in the future!

However, the most surprising thing is not just the black box for producing "㩙-style" and "㫦-style" exoskeletons, but the two big ones closest to the freight elevator.

One is a plasma engine that can produce 50 tons of thrust, and the other is an aviation-grade metal hydrogen battery that can store up to 10 tons of hydrogen!

Finally understanding the functions of these two black boxes, I suddenly muttered to myself with joy.

"Good guy! I have to open the eyes of Brother Mosquito's little ass this time!"

Previously, the Alliance recovered the technology related to the "big aircraft" from the wreckage of the Enterprise Orca transport aircraft, but it has not fully understood it until now.

Even after the Alliance absorbed engineers from Jushi Military Industry, the technological generation gap was prohibitively large.

Based on the production conditions of Jushi Military Industry, the maximum thrust provided by a single-engine plasma engine is only about a ton, which is on the same level as a helicopter propeller before the Prosperity Era.

As for the killer whale transport aircraft, a large aircraft with a take-off weight of over 100 tons, there is no need to think about it. Twenty plasma engines produced by Jushi Military Industry must be connected in series!

Now with these two black boxes and the electronic control system recovered from the killer whale transport aircraft, the alliance can build its own large plasma aircraft!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most lucrative excavation operation for the Alliance from the relics of the pre-war era after Vault 79! !

"These two black boxes have almost never been used. After all, the shelter cannot use such a high-efficiency engine and battery, and there is not so much surplus material. My master was once optimistic that the secret of this coffin would be unveiled in the future. People in the future will regard it as an antique collection. It seems... you are really not joking. You don't have a hundred colonized planets, and you haven't even flown out of the atmosphere. "

Seeing the darkest expression on my face that had never seen the world, Ling Ding walked next to him and complained slowly.

But I didn't feel offended at all. Instead, I laughed and mocked him back.

"What about you? You didn't even leave the house."

The bell chuckled.

"That's hard to say."

Seeing its weird smile, I couldn't help but feel slightly alert.

"What's the meaning."

Not noticing his alert expression, Lingdang spoke slowly in a story-telling tone.

"Didn't you say before that you saw Ga Bang outside? They are the Ghost-faced Insects you are talking about. This means that they finally became adults. Hahaha, they are really a group of persevering people. No wonder my master admires them so much."

Ling Ding seemed to be in a happy mood.

If this AI has such a thing as emotions.

The darkest thing about me was that I was stunned for a moment.

"It's done...what do you mean?"

"That's the literal meaning," Ling Dang said with a smile in a relaxed tone. "Although they didn't open the door of the shelter, they still left this prison. It's a pity. It's a pity that my master is dead, otherwise he would have died." Will laugh out loud like me."

The door to the shelter was not opened.

But left the shelter?

I looked at the bell that sounded like metal friction and laughter with incomprehensible expression.

Are there other exits from this shelter?

"Can such a thing be done?"

"How could you ask such a question?" Ling Dang chuckled, "They have lived in the shelter for more than ten years! Most of them have been in the shelter since they were born! They are familiar with every light bulb here. Even every screw, as long as the literate person can memorize the rules of the shelter, it is easier than breathing for them to find loopholes in this shelter."

I am the worst and can't help but be dumb.

He originally thought that the defense of the shelter was absolute, but if he thought about it carefully, defense and destruction were relative concepts.

How can there be anything truly unbreakable in this world?

Even if it is a wall that can withstand a nuclear strike, it will take ten thousand years for an awl to break through it. What's more, the people here have a sharper weapon than an awl - knowledge.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something. His Adam's apple moved unconsciously and the hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.

"What do you mean, are those bugs..."

"If the window of the cell is not big enough, then saw off the arms. If sawing off the arms is not enough, then just send the head out... Is it a ventilation system? What a 'bright' idea."

The bell clicked its tongue twice and talked to itself, but the metallic sound that was quite pleasant a second ago now carried a touch of loneliness.

Or regret.

Listening to its monologue, I understood everything.

Why did this guy always change the subject when I asked him where those people had gone...

To escape this prison.

After equipping "Gabeng" with weapons, they turned themselves into "Gabeng", and through perseverance, they drilled a "crack" in the shelter's ventilation system that was just big enough for them to leave. , and finally became a jailbreak.

They had left this shelter many years ago.

The most direct evidence of this is the presence of the Dire-faced Insects outside the active shelter.

Although whether they can still be called them, and what percentage of the souls of the residents they carry is hard to say.

At least none of the bugs I encountered outside looked like nuclear engineers or biologists.

Thinking of the honeycomb tower made of molted carapace in the courtyard, I squeezed out a sentence from my mouth with the most difficulty.

"So... that conflict in the past was won by the majority of the residents of the Vault?"

"Win?" There was a hint of confusion about this sentence. Lingdang turned and looked at him roundly, "Do you think someone won?"

I took a deep breath and changed my question.

"So...where are the supervisors here? Where have they gone?"

Lingdang smiled and said lightly.

"Ah, them, except for my master, all the supervisors who survived the disaster returned to the embrace of the tree. I haven't seen them since. Maybe they are still remembering the past on some circuit board, maybe with those bugs I’ve already left here, who knows? I’m just a museum tour guide.”

I stared at it blankly.

"The embrace of trees?"

Bell said in a teasing tone.

"Yes, they believe that they come from the great tree and should be buried under the roots of the tree... This may be a little difficult for you to understand. In short, they uploaded their minds to the server of the sanctuary and gave up their physical bodies , and become one with this sanctuary forever.”

"But my master doesn't think they have become adults. He thinks they are more like leaving a memory and committing suicide collectively in fear of crime. And he chose to end his life in a human way."

When he said this, Ling Ding opened his chat box and recounted everything that happened more than a hundred years ago.

Due to the lack of resources and uneven distribution, the contradiction between "tree people" and "worker ants" has been accumulating for a long time. Even though the living standards of both parties have continued to decline, tree people, as part of the distance "tree" sensor module , the rate of decline will still be slightly slower.

The trigger of the crisis was the climate recovery event in Wasteland 50.

In the first year after the War and Construction Committee disintegrated, signs of climate recovery gradually appeared in the wasteland. With the enthusiasm of rebuilding the wasteland and the yearning for American life, the residents of Shelter 100 began to flourish. While preparing for the return to the surface, they formed an autonomous industry committee of workers and engineers. They planned to say goodbye to the past after returning to the surface and put everything in Vault 100 into a coffin and bury it in the earth. inside.

After all, the sixty-three-year deadline has not yet come, and the behavior of the worker ants made the tree people panic.

They have spent their entire lives carefully pruning the branches and leaves of this great tree, fulfilling their responsibility as defenders of order, and blocking the "ant nests" drilled into the trunk of the worker ants.

Even if the big tree finally collapses, its fate is set from the beginning. It will end its mission as a refuge after fulfilling its duty of shelter, and continue to contribute to the rebirth of human civilization as a foundry well. I don't want their mission to collapse along with the big tree.

They tried to consult the worker ants, hoping to keep the tree in consideration of the many years of hard work.

This is not very difficult. There are loopholes in any human-designed rules. As long as you have the patience to look for them, you will definitely find them.

To activate the dome's self-destruction program, one condition needs to be met - that is, the number of detectable residents in the shelter must remain below 1,000 people per day for 180 consecutive days, or below 3,000 people within 24 hours.

Only under such circumstances will the Great Tree decide that the residents of Vault 100 no longer need to rely on its guidance and that they have the ability to sense and live outside on their own, and it will use the remaining㱕Resources send children on their last journey.

In turn, they can also take advantage of this.

As long as the worker ants stay with them, at least a thousand people are guaranteed to live in Shelter 100, and let Shelter 100 think that its children still need it, so that it will not leave them.

This request, which contained an order, was ruthlessly rejected by the happy workers.

Almost all autonomous committees refused to communicate with the tree people on this matter.

This is a matter of course.

The worker ants have endured the cold and ruthless orders of the tree for too long. Even if they know in their heart that it is necessary for survival, they have no reason to keep it after it is no longer needed.

Let it die together with this shelter.

Becoming a foundry well was originally part of its destiny.

Shelters should not be the end of human civilization. The ultimate fate of any shelter is to be demolished and used as materials for reconstruction.

As for the tree people, if they are so reluctant to part with it, then they will go down with it.

Perhaps the tough attitude of the worker ants made the tree people feel threatened by the liquidation. The tree people interfered with the spontaneous organization of the worker ants, including not only cutting off water and electricity, cutting off supplies, but also doing their best within the scope allowed by the rules. Create trouble for the activities of these organizations.

Although the conflicts between the two sides have become more and more intense, they have been restrained so far.

What really lit the fuse was something happening outside the shelter.

In the 52nd year of the Wasteland Era, the climate recovery lasted for two years. The ice of Xizhou Lake became loose before the door of Vault 100.

The melted snow and spreading lake water poured into the abandoned urban area of ​​Xizhou City, and even poured into the underground transportation tunnels.

The worker ants who were proud of the spring breeze felt a little panic. Although climate recovery is a happy thing, if the ice caps and snow on the surface continue to melt, they may not be able to wait until the 60th year of the Wasteland to find their refuge. It will be soaked in water.

Some people think that the door should be opened immediately, at least one person should be allowed out, and the area where backflow may occur should be reinforced.

It is useless if the residents of the shelter only wish to do so. The tree people must convey this request to the manager of the shelter - which is also called the tree AI.

It was impossible for the tree people to do this. The water pouring into the tunnel and the lake not only did not cause them to panic, but instead made them gloomy and overjoyed.

Even if some supervisors believe that they should cooperate with the residents to fill this gap that is visible to everyone, most supervisors still make a decision that suits their own needs - to eliminate this crisis that may flood the shelter. It was weakened by a slight drizzle.

As long as the "tree" believes that its designer has considered the possibility of water from Xizhou Lake pouring into the tunnel, and there is no need to make any superfluous additions to the already perfect rules, then it will follow the established rules. Continue to implement the plan.

This can even be used conversely to make the tree mistakenly judge that the climate recovery speed is faster than expected, make wrong decisions based on wrong feedback factors, and continue to extend the closure period.

From then on, sixty-three years turned into seventy years.

Although it has only been seven years, for the first-generation residents, who are now 90 years old, this will mean that their funerals will be held in the shelter, and they may never be able to see the gear-shaped building. The day the giant door opened.

For the shelter residents who are in their youth, these seven years may mean that their youth will be exhausted in the shelter, and their life plans and preparations for rebuilding the wasteland in the past few years will all change. Chicken feathers.

After all, the shelter of 80,000 people is still too small, and the space of Vault 100 is too crowded. Any slightest emotion may become explosives stuffed into a powder keg.

The first riot broke out quickly and ended with the deaths of 879 ordinary residents and 37 supervisors.

The blood temporarily calmed everyone down.

Everyone's corpses were put into the nutrient recycling device and turned into ecologically recycled fertilizers and nutrients.

Although some shelter residents have committed suicide in the past and their bodies have been recovered by the shelter's ecological recycling system, this is undoubtedly the most common occurrence.

So much so that most people who would otherwise not want to understand are forced to learn where their food comes from.

Later, rumors spread that the supervisor's body was not sent to the nutrient recovery device, but was secretly cremated by his family.

No matter how much the tree people deny it, it has lost its meaning.

Everyone can foresee that under the development, the contradiction between the tree people and the worker ants will be further intensified.

In the 56th year of the Wasteland Chronicle, the lake had almost flooded the gate of the shelter. Just when the tree people were planning to let the shelter sink into the water forever, the first organized uprising broke out.

Engineers at the Biological Research Station spent three years modifying the base of the Gabo, and the staff of the breeding farm released them through deliberate illegal operations, attracting the attention of the tree people. While the tree people were jumping up and down to kill the bugs, all the workshops in the entire shelter launched an uprising almost at the same time.

Since a large amount of mechanical equipment and even biological weapons were invested in this battle, the aftermath of this riot exceeded everyone's expectations.

A total of more than 77,000 people disappeared or died during the riots, including 645 supervisors.

In the end, there were only 111 supervisors who survived, including the owner of the bell, the supervisor Craig.

The battle between the two sides is not only limited to gun battles and scuffles while operating engineering equipment, but also includes a series of rules and regulations.

For example, during the battle, the tree people tried to use the power of the trees to put sleeping gas into the residential area where the worker ants gathered to suppress the riots.

However, their plan was discovered in advance by the worker ants who were responsible for repairing the exhaust pipes. They used a few milligrams of ozone to fool the air detection device in the residential area, passively activated the ventilation system of the shelter, and discharged the gas into the wasteland.

Seeing that they were about to lose all hope, the worker ants also tried to use the power of rules and moved some residents to a cold storage where food was stored. They tried to deceive the life detection device of the shelter and could not go out for 24 hours. "The number of residents in the inner shelter is less than 3,000." The dome self-destructed and the roof of the shelter was removed.

Their plan was soon discovered by the tree people.

Seeing that the detectable life signal in the shelter was declining at an incredible speed, the tree people frantically unplugged the power supply - using a loophole they had discovered long ago but had not repaired, causing the fusion reactor in the shelter to automatically overload and shut down. .

I am afraid that the designers of Vault 100 did not expect that people would play such a big role more than ten years later.

But thanks to this trump card, Vault 100 did not become a reservoir in Wasteland 56.

It was also because they cut off the power supply that more than 10,000 residents who did not die during the battle eventually died in the cold storage.

There are less than 3,000 residents in the entire shelter. It is impossible for the tree people to activate the reactor, which will cause the entire shelter to collapse within 24 hours.

There is no way for humans to survive and reproduce quickly to a thousand people in 180 days. Even if they abandon ethics and humanity in order to survive, it will take ten months for their children to be born.

Not to mention that the chemical battery is only enough to maintain the operation of the ventilation system. It spreads throughout the shelter and is squeezing out their only survival resources.

Just as the bell said, no one won in this war, and it was not even over at all.

After paying heavy casualties, the tree man gave up on reconciling with the worker ants, and the worker ants did not expect the tree man to sacrifice himself to save them.

Both sides controlled their own activities within the area, and made a truce in complete silence, licking their wounds and waiting for the other party to lose its last breath.

It was not until the 61st year of the Wasteland Era that the last life signal consistent with human characteristics disappeared from the shelter. This shelter was completely dedicated to the "Gah Bang" world.

The life signal that finally disappeared was Craig.

That is, the owner of the bell.

"...My master entrusted me to bring this absurd memory to you who have entered the interstellar era. I hope you can use it. Don't be stupid and think that you can't solve the problem yourself. Everything will be fine with AI, but unfortunately you have not entered the interstellar era, so it seems that it is not useful.”

"So...here are some residents who have turned themselves into bugs, and some people have turned themselves into data?" Standing next to me, the darkest person, who has not yet come out of the story, I can't bear to chase the ghost in the grave. The resident complained, "What kind of prison is this? It's like a mental hospital!"

My darkest face is a deep expression.

He thought so too.

Everyone here is crazy.

The supervisors disparaged the residents as "worker ants", while the workers in their mouths called them "tree people".

In order to keep the shelter running forever, the tree people tried their best to buy time for the lake water to reach the entrance. In order to take a look at the world outside the shelter, the worker ants did not hesitate to turn themselves into real insects, and they could still endure it. It came and tore into pieces in one fell swoop.

They chose all the craziest options, so that in the end no one intact came out of this shelter.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, which suddenly brought me back to reality.

"What happened?!"

Looking at the surprised people, Lingdang said with a nonchalant expression.

"This alarm sounds a bit familiar. It seems to have happened before... Ah, I remembered it. I should have told you before that in order to thwart the 'Worker Ants' plan, the 'Treants' took the initiative to shut down the fusion reactor. Didn't you turn it on again? Maybe the life monitoring program and the dome self-destruction program have been restarted. It's not a big problem."

When I heard these words, my darkest face instantly turned green.

It's not a big problem...

This is not more than a hundred years ago!

The self-destruction program that allowed the upper structure to fall into the patio just over a hundred years ago, who knows what impact it will have on the sky more than a hundred years later!

Don't tell me, just build a tower in the courtyard of the Ghost-Faced Insects, maybe it will let the earth pour down and bury them directly!

"But why didn't there be any problems when the fusion reactor was started?" The Graveyard Ghost Hunter immediately realized something was wrong and asked you anxiously while staring at the bell.

Lingdang just smiled, still with the same expression that it had nothing to do with him.

"What's so strange about this? After the tree's mission ended, you have gained control of this shelter. It is not difficult to terminate the dome's self-destruction program with administrator permission. This kind of thing is just like you It’s as easy as opening the shelter door.”

I was most confused.

"Wait a minute, now that the control of the shelter has been transferred to us, why is the self-destruction program still triggered?"

Bell looked at him teasingly.

"Perhaps your boss wants to silence you? Haha, of course, this possibility is too small. I am more inclined to believe that you triggered a certain fixed BUG in this mountain of BUGs, causing everyone to "The settings are rolled back to before the rules were modified. This is a common tactic used by tree people and worker ants when they resolve personal grievances. They often need to blindfold tree people."

The best thing I did was to rule out my own problem first. After all, he just touched the black box a few times.

Then he immediately thought about it, rushed through the manager's office on the B51 floor, and ran to B100 to do the branch line "Ten Fist Man" without stopping.

Not daring to hesitate at all, he immediately reached out and pressed the button on his helmet, shouting loudly into the communication channel.

"Brother Chao! What's going on over there? Brother Chao?!"

There was a burst of electric buzzing sound in the communication frequency.

No response at all!

My face changed slightly, and I immediately gave the grave ghost hunter next to me a dark look.

"I'll go down there!"

"OK."

Immediately aware of his plan, the ghost hunter made a gesture of understanding.

Without wasting any time, I turned off the safety of the rifle and leaned it aside, lay down on the ground, closed my eyes and went straight off the line.

Looking at this guy who was yelling at the communication phone one second and then lay down on the ground and fell asleep the next second, Ling Dang circled around him twice in surprise.

"It's amazing, you can't even sleep?"

After it was offline, my worst self was that I didn’t have any reaction and didn’t say anything to it.

Seeing this fuss, AI, who was standing aside, chuckled.

"It's nothing, it's just gay."