This Game Is Too Realistic

The majestic giant door was like a folding book in the judge's hand, with a small crack opened.

The ice shards blown out by the breeze glowed with a colder light than the sword.

Standing in front of the towering giant door, the man wearing an exoskeleton stared dumbfoundedly at the sight in front of him, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Wori..."

Ice sculptures are spread across thousands of square meters of open space, and people are crouching close to the ground, maintaining their posture for the last second.

Some people put their foreheads on the ground in a prayer gesture, some were leaning on each other, there were mothers and fathers holding their children, and there were also a family of three holding hands...

This is the 100th and final underground floor of Vault 100. Its roof board is the floor of the central patio, and the floor is the bottom of the entire shelter.

Perhaps because it is a warehouse area, this is the highest single floor in the entire shelter.

Ten Fist Man thought he would be able to find some treasures on this floor, and no matter how hard he tried, he would be able to find some valuable garbage, but he didn't expect that he would plunge into a pile of dead people as soon as he opened the door.

In this warehouse alone, there are at least one or two thousand corpses lying there, and there are several other similar warehouses here.

Maybe those are similar situations...

The soles of boots made a squeaking sound on the ground.

Ten Fist Man unconsciously passed through the crack in the door and walked into the icehouse, which was tens of degrees below zero. He held up a flashlight to check the surroundings.

He was more surprised than shocked, and murmured something quietly to himself.

"...What happened here?"

Following him into the icehouse, the player wearing the exoskeleton squatted on the ground, carefully examined the ice sculpture lying on the ground, and took a photo of the corpse's face.

After a moment, he came to a conclusion.

"Most of the people here probably died of lack of oxygen... They didn't freeze to death, it was more like they were frozen after death."

There are also some people who can see obvious gunshot wounds on their bodies, and even broken arms, hands and feet. They were obviously dragged here after death.

"...What's the difference?"

The player clapped his hands and stood up, sighing.

"That's not true..."

One thing to say.

It was also the first time that he saw so many dead people outside the battlefield.

The strong visual impact is completely different from the feeling when seeing corpses on the battlefield. After all, when you are on the battlefield, you don't have time to think about how a person died.

"...The signal shouldn't have been sent from here. There can't be anyone alive here."

Taking one last look at the rows of frozen corpses, Ten Fist Superman turned away the flashlight, looked at his teammates behind him and continued talking.

"Let's get out."

No one wanted to stay here any longer. The player nodded and exited the icehouse with him. He also pressed the button to close the door for the old popsicles.

The two continued to visit several warehouses.

Ten Fist Superman soon discovered that, as he expected, the conditions in these icehouses were basically the same, filled with corpses frozen in ice.

There are no traces of the exchange of fire at all on the B100 floor. The mystery of who stuffed these people into the icehouse and suffocated them to death is a mystery.

Just when the two of them finished exploring the last ice house, the player who went to explore the other side came back from the front and greeted the two of them from a distance.

"This floor is probably a warehouse area. To the north is a cold storage for food, and to the south are industrial machines and daily necessities. However, the resources there have been completely wiped out. Only one of the warehouses is missing and has been renovated. When we got to the workshop, we also found generators and batteries, as well as some incomprehensible gadgets.”

Ten Fist Superman immediately became interested after hearing this.

"Let's go and take a look."

Following the player, the group quickly came from the warehouse area in the north to the south.

The area here is much larger than the previous area, and the structure is much more complicated. The tall metal supports are like walls, and you need to use an escalator to climb to the top.

As soon as he walked into this area, Ten Fist Man smelled a faint smell of engine oil, and immediately realized that this warehouse was unique.

If the warehouses they searched before were more like morgues, then this place is like a garbage collection station filled with garbage.

Several "Clam-type" industrial armors were like crabs whose shells had been peeled off. Most of their internal parts had been completely dismantled, and they were parked next to the scaffolding made of steel pipes with their pliers and heads attached.

Not far away lies a pile of dusty coils and machines that have been pieced together and modified. There are all kinds of equipment here that the players can't even understand their use.

㳓The survivors living on this level have brought their ingenuity and professional skills to the extreme. They poured the mucus of the miraculous insect into a glass jar as high as one person to purify the electrolyte, and made disposable chemical batteries for these improvised batteries. The device is powered.

Not only that, they later dismantled some machines picked up from other floors, transformed the entire warehouse into a small workstation that did not need to rely on the power of the shelter, and modified a series of integrated circuits on the simple workbench. Tons of awesome gadgets.

These strange devices looked really powerful, but what confused Ten Fist Man was that he had no idea what these people were doing.

"What are they doing?"

The teammates following him hesitated.

"Perhaps... like in "Lack of Oxygen", you plan to engage in material recycling in this shelter?"

"How is this kind of love possible..."

"It's not completely impossible. At least they haven't touched the corpses in the icehouse next door... Well, maybe they haven't. Anyway, from this point of view, they still have a lot of supplies left. At least they still have a choice. "

This is indeed a novel idea.

People here restored power and even made the cold storage work again, showing that they have solved the most critical energy problem.

They froze the corpses, and those corpses are now preserved intact, and the insects outside have not been eaten to extinction, which shows that they completed their goal before the nutrients were exhausted, but what people are confused about is that those Where did everyone go in the end?

You can't just work around and end up lying in the icehouse, right?

Looking at the anatomy table filled with chitin carapace, Ten Fist Man scratched the back of his head through his helmet and felt a big headache.

He knew nothing about archeology, but at this moment he felt like he was at an archaeological site.

But what is intriguing is that because the technology in the Prosperity Era is far beyond that of the real world, he cannot use real world experience to infer the motives of these survivors and guess what they want to do.

As soon as he walked to an autopsy table, Ten Fist Superman reached out and picked up the bowl-shaped insect shell on the table, and found a line of small words engraved on it.

The text was extracted using VM's translation function, and a light blue floating window was projected on the inside of the tactical eyepiece of his exoskeleton helmet.

"...memorialized, 77,274 residents, including 645 overseers."

He read it quietly.

An agile player walked next to him and looked at the insect shell in his hand with curiosity.

"What are these? Last words?"

His nickname is Buried in Peace, which was added to the game in Beta version 0.4, and he also joined the Storm Troopers at that time.

"I guess so," Ten Fist Superman put the insect shell on the table, took a look at the management log he had collected before, and then looked around at the graffiti-like murals on the surrounding walls.

"Basically, a conflict, or a war, broke out here before. The residents of the shelter fought with the supervisors, and then the supervisors drove them to the lowest level and cut off their power supply? But they It also cut off the supplies from the upper level, and the two sides stopped communicating with each other for a while..."

In fact, there is no need to guess at all.

There were traces of firefights all the way down here, especially the corridor on the B51 floor, which was riddled with tons of bullet holes.

The two sides competed for management offices, leaving thousands of corpses in just one corridor, which could be identified by the temperature-controlled jackets of the shelter residents.

Of course, the misery there pales in comparison to what's happening in the warehouse next door.

"Regardless of what they did, have you found that abnormal life signal?" A power player came over, coughed and said, "This place always makes me feel creepy, let's hurry up Just finish the task and go up."

His nickname is "Unconscious Man". He is a beta 0.1 version of the game. He did not know each other before joining the Storm Troopers, but their IDs are so similar that they were misunderstood as a couple's name.

I don’t know where Brother Wan Quanshui got so many top-notch products.

"I haven't found it yet." Ten Fist Man shook his head, walked to the wall with murals on it, and took a few photos.

Nitu Wei'an on the side muttered.

"Don't you have more precise coordinates? It's on this level... This prompt is too confusing."

The other player shook his head.

"The monitoring and sensors of B100 have been removed. To be precise, this is true from the B51 floor down. The life signal was captured by the sensors on the B51 floor. We cannot determine its specific location. We can only I can faintly sense its presence.”

Observing the details of the mural carefully, Ten Fist Man found another line of writing on the wall. The writing seemed to be the same as the person who carved the words on the insect shell.

Following the rusty lines, he read out in a low voice.

"...The Tree Man does not come from an indescribable tree. Like the tree, it comes from us from beginning to end, and his arrogance is also the sin of our arrogance."

"Order is supposed to be a fortress that protects us, but we have forged its masonry into the sword of fratricide."

"We have forgotten where we are going, where we came from, and why we built this fortress in the first place and eventually became its puppets."

"I will eventually die."

"And I will use the rest to finish our tombstone."

"——The gravekeeper of Vault 100."

There was no name left at the signature, only a series of numbers.

Ten Fist Superman had an idea and thought that this might be the number of cycles for recording time, so he converted the units of this line of numbers and concluded that the time when the last words were written was the 60th year of the Wasteland Era.

"So... all those survivors died in the end?"

Looking at the century-old murals on the wall, he frowned slightly, and then glanced at the mountains of machines next to him.

Are these things just funerary objects in the tomb?

He instinctively felt that it was not that simple.

At this moment, shouts suddenly came from the teammates who were searching not far away.

"There's a hibernation capsule here!"

Hearing the sound, Ten Fist Man rushed over immediately.

At the end of the rows of shelves wrapped with various pipelines, stood a machine covering an area of ​​about ten square meters.

In the center of the machine is a hibernation capsule, and on the side is a broken glass jar.

Judging from the fragments scattered on the ground, the glass jar should have been broken from the inside, and something drilled out from inside.

Judging from the feedback from the VM's life signal radar, the vague life signal was sent from this hibernation capsule!

Joy instantly appeared on everyone's faces.

There are living people in here!

"I'll open it!"

Ten Punch Man took a step forward, pulled out the data cable from the VM, connected it to the interface of this hibernation capsule, and pressed the power button at the same time.

The small hacking program prepared by the scientific expedition team for them immediately played a role, and soon obtained the control permission of the hibernation capsule program.

It seems that Yin Fang is a professional in breaking into refrigerators.

Ten Punch Man pressed the button to open the door without hesitation, and when a rotten smell came out with the sound of air leakage, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Dozens of ghost-faced insects crawled out of the gap of the cabin door, making a hissing sound and rushing towards the people standing in front of the hibernation cabin.

"Wo Shi!"

Ren Tu Wei An was frightened and pulled the trigger reflexively. The three gunshots instantly tore the insects crawling to his feet and broke the silence in the warehouse.

"Cease fire! Don't destroy the things here!"

He slapped the bugs in front of him to the ground, and then raised his foot to stomp them into a pool of mud.

Finally, he dealt with the bugs that had escaped. Then he looked at the open hibernation capsule and saw a mutilated skeleton lying inside.

The man put his hands on his chest, holding a broken half glass bottle, in which tiny insect shells and broken eggs could be seen.

Based on various details, this person should have taken the initiative to lie in the hibernation capsule with these insect eggs. However, he did not start the freezing sequence, but only started the negative pressure sequence.

After completing a certain ritual, he ended his life in some way and handed his body to the bugs.

Ten Punch Man stared blankly at the guy's remains and the insect eggs filling his skeleton, unable to say a word for a long time.

They had previously detected a life signal that looked like a human figure, and thought there were survivors, but they didn't expect it to be a bunch of bugs!

How the hell is this possible?

Just as he was in a daze, a shrill alarm suddenly rang.

Not knowing what happened, everyone looked around quickly, only to see the warning light on their heads suddenly flash red along with the alarm bell, making people uneasy.

"...What happened?" Ren Tu Wei An looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, the VM on Ten Punch Man's left arm, which was connected to the hibernation capsule, suddenly turned snow-white.

Then, as if haunted, the UI interface of the scientific expedition team's small program was replaced by an old man with mosaic blur.

Noticing the changes in the VM on his arm, Ten Punch Man immediately looked at the old man on the screen and asked vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

While speaking, he had already grasped the data cable in his hand, ready to physically disconnect from the network at any time.

The old man floating in the snow-white looked at him quietly, and intermittent voices floated out from behind the mosaic-blurred officer.

"I am 'Tree', the manager here."

Hearing this unexpected name, Ten Punch Man was stunned, and then subconsciously said.

"...Tree?! Aren't you dead?"

The old man continued quietly.

"AI has no concept of life and death. The meaning of my existence is for the residents living here. I will continue to fulfill my mission until they no longer need me."

Ten Punch Man wanted to continue asking, but there were more important things at the moment.

"What's the noise outside? Did we commit some... taboo?"

The tree answered his question in a calm tone.

"That's a preview of my mission coming to an end."

It continued without waiting for the man in front of the screen to ask in detail.

"The reactor is operating normally, the life monitoring sensor has been activated, and the detection sequence continues. The number of active life signals of residents has remained below 3,000 for 24 consecutive hours. The shelter protection agreement will enter the final stage and start the dome self-destruction sequence to guide the surface ruins and earthwork structures to fall into the skylight."

The players who understood the last sentence were shocked.

"What the hell?!"

"Self-destruction?!"

As if sensing the emotional fluctuations of the crowd, Shu continued to speak quietly.

"Don't panic, what you are about to see is the final fate of this shelter. This was designed from the moment it was built."

Ten Punch Man looked at the guy on the screen in confusion.

Not panicking......

How could he not panic!

It is now the 213th year of the Wasteland Era!

It has deviated from the planned time by more than 100 years!

If the dome self-destruction program is really executed, who knows what the final result will be. It may just bury the entire shelter.

To put it bluntly.

This is a program designed two decades ago. How can we expect it to still be reliable two decades later?

What's even worse is that the countdown is not 24 hours, but 10 minutes! They don't even have time to evacuate with the black box!

The progress bar has already been halfway through a long time ago!

At the critical moment, he calmed down and looked at the old man on the screen and said.

"Can you stop? The current situation does not meet the conditions for activating the dome's self-destruction sequence!"

The tree replied in a calm voice.

"Request violation, administrator permission not detected, asylum agreement cannot be modified."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Ten Punch Man's mood sank to the bottom, but when he heard the last sentence, his hope was rekindled.

The reason for requesting a violation is to modify the agreement, not the request itself.

In other words——

As long as he doesn't modify the agreement itself and just gives a new interpretation of the original terms, he still has a chance to convince this stubborn AI!

Thoughts were spinning rapidly in my head.

Suddenly, he noticed the remains of insect eggs in his hands in the dormant cabin, and the thoughts in his mind instantly opened up.

The answer was left long ago...

Looking at the tree on the screen, he took a deep breath and said seriously.

"I have questions about the rules for determining whether residents' life signals have disappeared."

Shuguoji responded to him.

"What doubt."

The Ten Fist Man looked at the virtual image on the screen and spoke word by word.

"Am I a Vault 100 resident?"

Shu replied coldly.

"The registered biometric information was not detected, so the judgment is No."

Ten Fist Superman: "So only if 3,000 residents of 'Vault 100' remain, can we ensure that the dome's self-destruction sequence is not followed."

Shu: "Understood correctly, this is one of the basic conditions. In addition, the average number of people must remain above 5,000 for 180 consecutive days."

Ten Fist Superman: "Then I would like to ask, what about the children of residents of Vault 100? Can they also be counted as residents of Vault 100?"

Shu: "If you can, as long as you can prove the biological inheritance relationship between different life forms, you can obtain the status of a refuge resident——"

Looking at the countdown with only a few minutes left, Ten Fist Superman interrupted it and spoke quickly.

"Then I implore you to open your eyes and see how many people are in this shelter!"

Tree: "Zero."

Ignoring its cold and ruthless reply, Ten Fist Superman did not give up, but continued to quibble as if it were a dead horse.

"Open your eyes wider! They have not disappeared, they are still here, but they have changed their life forms while you are sleeping! Those bugs in your eyes are the continuation of their lives, and the evidence This dormant cabin is right in front of me! What was the biometric information of the last resident on the B100 floor before he lay down, and what is the biometric information after the door is opened? Isn't this enough to prove their identity? "

Ten Fist Man knew very well that he was being sophistical.

However, this defense was not made up by him, but a witness had already tried to explain it for him more than a year ago.

The guy who calls himself the gravekeeper.

The rituals he completed were not meaningless, nor were the legacies he left behind just to be buried with him.

That guy had long expected that someone would open this tomb one day in the future, and he also expected that those people would definitely open the Silent Reactor.

In order to undo the mistake made by their common stupidity, and in order to stop the dome's self-destruction sequence from being executed, he designed his final death, using a loophole in the shelter's biometric identification program to turn himself into Bugs.

This is the last time he uses the shelter rules.

Only this time it was not to fight the "Treants", but to save the home he once hated so much and wanted to escape at all costs.

The tree thought for a while.

Under the gaze of all the players, he nodded slowly.

“Supplemental Ordinance Update.”

"The judgment result has been revised. The current number of residents is 679,000..."

The piercing siren stopped at the last minute when the countdown was about to end, and Ten Fist Man and his teammates around him breathed a sigh of relief.

After he calmed down and looked at him, he couldn't help but be speechless.

I didn't expect that there were so many ghost-faced insects in this refuge... more than sixty thousand.

But in any case, the current hurdle has finally passed. As for how to deal with this mess in the future, it is left to the managers to consider.

There should be a way to get the administrator permission back from that tree㱕.

At this time, the old man on the screen who was blurred by the mosaic suddenly smiled softly.

Although he couldn't see the curvature of the corners of his mouth, Ten Fist Man was sure that he was right.

"Leave it to you."

He dropped a meaningful monologue, and before everyone could recover, the white snow that flashed on the screen disappeared.

It's like it never happened...

He was stunned for a moment.

"What did he say?"

Ten Fist Superman was also stunned.

"It seems that Tuo said...Leave it to us?"

He was unconscious and confused.

"What's the meaning?"

"I don't know..." Ten Fist Man took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, "Anyway, I'll go offline first and report the situation here to the outside. Don't touch the things here for the time being. There's nothing hidden inside. Some other weird thing.”

The mission has been completed.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

The other teammates looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Um."

Ten Fist Man sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

At the same time, another world opened.

As soon as he logged into the forum, he saw a string of red dots floating on the private message box. When he clicked on it, he saw the small window of my darkest and crazy Aite.

I was the darkest: "F*ck, what are you doing down there?"

Ten Fist Man: "Well, don't worry, it was done just now."

I am the darkest: "???"

Ten Fist Superman: "Also, we have completed the last branch... Unfortunately, no survivors were found. The dormant cabin was filled with a bunch of bugs, and the person ended his life."

I was the worst: "Took their own lives? Wait, didn't they turn into bugs? (Shocked)"

Ten Fist Man: "Became a bug? Is that so? But I feel like it's more like an ordinary neural connection device."

I was the darkest: "Ah this..."

Ten Fist Superman: "According to the last words left by the last survivor on the B100 floor, he dragged the corpses of his compatriots into the icehouse, and finally lay down in the dormant cabin himself. However, he did not start the freezing sequence, but chose to end it. He lost his life... Maybe at the end of his life, he controlled a robot or a bug to take a look at the outside world, and turned into a bug just like you said. "

I was silent for a long time before replying to him.

"...This is too ridiculous."

Ten Fist Man sighed and typed back.

"Yes, I think so too, but this is their final outcome... Our mission has been completed, and it's time to withdraw."

What he understands is only the perspective of the "worker ants", and he does not understand the full picture of the crisis that occurred in this shelter more than a year ago.

Perhaps the past of this shelter will appear on the "Wasteland OL" forum in the future, just like how other players discovered the shelter.

However.

Maybe you don’t have to rely on the dog to plan and do this on his own...

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(I've been late lately, so I'll make it a day earlier.)