I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

M4 continued to move and record. When manpower was limited, each doll had to take on different tasks. At least M4 herself not only had to collect technology and explore factories, but also had to undertake the task of investigating various settlements.

Sun Yang had suggested conducting a thorough investigation of the small settlement. Although he had no intention of managing the East Coast, a stable and well-connected power would certainly be helpful. At least it would make him feel a little happier.

Although M4 didn't understand what Sun Yang was talking about, such as conducting field investigations in the countryside and standardizing reports, as long as it was an order from his beloved commander, he would just do it.

M4 was operating northwest of Boston. She avoided the whereabouts of the postal team and went to scout the nearby Lexington and Concord areas - it was obvious that the environment in these places was terrible.

The Concord area was completely deserted, with only a few ghouls to be found in the dilapidated houses. M4 quickly dispatched these ghouls, which looked different from those on the West Coast, and headed in other directions.

The assembly line in the Keweijia assembly plant in the Lexington area was severely damaged. M4 saw a figure inside from a distance, so he activated the stealth module and signal camouflage on his body to infiltrate.

M4 didn't find the high-tech files Griffin needed. Of course, it's also possible that the files here were destroyed long ago.

The assembly plant had been overrun by a group of looters at some point. Based on intelligence gathered by the rest of the AR team, M4 learned that the local looters seemed to have divided Boston into districts, each controlled by a powerful leader. These leaders sometimes collaborated, sometimes fought each other, and frequently clashed with Super Mutants and local mercenaries.

M4 didn't know who those leaders were, but she knew it meant one thing: the local militia had retreated to a certain place and couldn't get out. These militias couldn't even support potential supporters.

There were quite a few looters in the assembly plant. After a moment's deliberation, M4 decided to let them go. If it were him, he'd probably command his humanoids to rush in and kill them all, absorbing their souls and removing all the materials, leaving nothing behind.

But she was only a humanoid. She had no reason to start a conflict with the raiders. Those enemies were the local militia and the Brotherhood of Steel soldiers who should deal with them. She had no authority, and no intention, to solve these problems for others.

[Has anyone of you made contact with the Volunteers?] M4 sent a transmission.

"No, our area of ​​activity is primarily north of Boston. If the Volunteers were based in the south, we wouldn't be able to encounter them right now," said Brother 16.

"We'll talk about it when we meet. For now, focus on recovering the technology. Remember to send me any intelligence on the local forces. I'll compile it and send it to the Brotherhood of Steel in Washington." M4 thought for a moment and said.

Fighting here, you can't count on help from anyone other than your humanoid teammates. After secretly searching the entire assembly plant, M4 quickly left.

Over the next few days, the various T-dolls traveled to different areas, gathering information and technology from across Boston. This information was reported to M4, who then screened the intelligence and passed it on to the Brotherhood of Steel headquarters in Boston, DC.

***

[Alright, here are the preserved technological products and production lines. Commander, please send someone over to retrieve them later.] RO added a note to his map.

SOP2 on the side is "interrogating" a member of the gunman group.

"Tell me your headquarters!" Gou Zi pulled out a rotten tooth from the other man's mouth, causing him to scream in pain.

"I've already told you everything! Please spare me!" The gunman was so frightened that he almost peed himself. Around him were a dozen gunman mercenaries with their heads shot out.

"Hmph! You want to kill me and you expect me to forgive you? No way!" Gou Zi threw the gunman to the ground and beat him to death with his backhand.

[How many times has this happened?] RO looked towards the nearby farmers' market and the broken subway tracks next to the roof of the farmers' market building.

"This is the fourth gunner base. We have killed three super mutant teams, three raider camps, and two groups of escaped synths. RO, look at this~ I think I can connect the synth's arm to my body~" Gou Zi said as he took out a synth's arm that was torn off by his own hands from behind.

"Dog, that thing is much more fragile than our limbs. Installing it will only create another vulnerability. These synths use a different technology than we do... I feel like the people here are cutting costs when developing the machines." RO looked at the arm Gouzi was holding.

"So you share that sentiment? RO, a lot of these synths have plastic parts—I'm not saying plastic isn't good, but the strength is just too low. So low, it makes me think, as long as it works, we'll keep the cost down as much as possible." With that, Gouzi easily broke off the synth's arm and tossed it aside.

"Perhaps those academies are actually broke? They're so conservative with even basic electricity and supplies? They're so stingy building a robot, it must be because they don't have enough supplies." RO conducted some analysis.

"Compared to this RO, do you think it's strange that so many different factions are fighting each other in such a small urban area? After two hundred years, even places with abundant resource reserves should have been depleted by now." Gouzi asked a very profound question.

"In fact, I think the remaining supplies in Boston far exceed what the active local groups can consume. This place still lacks a unified government, and the population is small. Although we killed one or two hundred people, this is the city center after all, with lively areas and fiercely contested areas. Those gunmen might just be trying to seize something." After carefully recording the technological details here, the RO immediately moved in other directions.

In the information they gathered, Gouzi and RO penetrated deep into downtown Boston. Initially, they operated and fought in different areas, but the infrastructure in downtown Boston was slightly better, so it was unknown where the troops had taken over the relatively intact large buildings.

As a result, the two of them spent nearly 24 hours out of 12 hours a day fighting with super mutants armed with all kinds of strange weapons, predators wearing tattered power armor, ghouls that came out of nowhere, and the synths from the academy.

In order to improve survival efficiency and mission paths, RO found Gou Zi and merged the search range, and the two acted together.

It's a tough job, but Gouzi enjoys it. She loves the feeling of exploring the dangerous city.

In Shelter No. 81, Sister 16 has won the trust of the locals, and she chats with the supervisors in the shelter with ease.

272 Shelter No. 81

"Anyway, I found a hidden wall deep inside your shelter," Brother 16 said, standing in front of the local supervisor. "If you feel unsafe, I can go in and take a look."

"Thank you so much, Ms. M16. When we first met, I thought you were a looter from out of nowhere, but I didn't expect you to be such a kind lady."

The supervisor was genuinely happy. After all, the people in Shelter No. 81 were not very willing to go out and take risks. They preferred to stay in the safe and comfortable environment of the shelter.

Shelter 81 had traded with the outside world before, so they were well aware of how dangerous the environment outside was. Those who wanted to leave had already left, and those who remained in the shelter were those who were less adventurous.

"Well, there might be something not so clean down there. You'd better send two security guards with good eyesight to stand at the door with guns." After giving the order, Brother 16 put on his equipment and headed towards the hidden wall of the shelter.

The wall had been opened, revealing a rusty isolation door underneath. Several security guards, wrapped tightly in their clothes, stood there, whispering about what might be underneath and why the white-haired woman had given it a name that sounded like an assembly line number.

When they saw M16 coming, they immediately stopped laughing. "Ms. M16, good morning. We've sealed this place off. No one can enter or leave."

"Thank you. Please be sure to guard it until I come out." M16 opened the door. The turbid air inside made several guards cough several times.

"Soil?" M16 looked under the isolation door. She could see a lot of soft soil underneath. Without thinking, she closed the door behind her and explored deeper.

According to the information provided by the commander, this shelter has a special scientific research robot, which is an excellent pharmacology research machine. It is imperative to preserve it intact and recycle the produced drugs.

Brother 16 continued to move downwards along the dilapidated corridor and metal isolation door, and then she found strange movement signals coming towards her in the soil.

Several fat moles crawled out of the mound. They bit Brother 16's calf and broke his teeth.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

With a few crisp gunshots, Brother 16 dispatched the frenzied moles. He was baffled as to why these moles would attack him, a purely mechanical structure devoid of any scent. Logically, to a sightless animal, he would be no different from a moving wall.

Something's wrong. Brother 16 lifted the mole's fat body from the ground, tore the carcass apart, poked his fingers into it, and then examined the broken teeth carefully.

"Oh my god, are these the kind of pathogens moles normally carry?" 16th threw the tattered mole carcass to the ground. Although she wasn't a medical-focused humanoid, she did have basic medical testing capabilities—a test that directly detected over a dozen known pathogens in these moles.

What’s even more incredible is that these moles are still alive and well, even if just one of the bacteria they carry can kill a human—and there’s no cure for it.

The people in this place are truly unlucky. 16 transmitted this information to M4, asking the commander for specific instructions.

[Yanghe's advice from Oasis: Try to reduce the number of moles. They can't be killed off completely, so specialized humanoids will be needed. You need to go deeper and bring back the medical robots from deep within. Place them in the helicopter.] M4 quickly received a message.

[Roger that.] 16th brother hung up. She broke into a sprint, no longer aiming to shoot at the moles. Instead, she swiftly passed through the farms and experimental facilities.

From the terminal found along the way, it was revealed that some people once lived here. Through unremitting efforts, these people cultivated relatively stable moles as living carriers of pathogens. They used these moles as experimental subjects, infecting them with new pathogens while creating antidotes.

But before that, the shelter seemed to be built on the basis of experiments with humans.

The terminal records various locations focused on cultivating new viruses and their corresponding antidotes. Exchange shops are used to observe disease transmission, plant breeding rooms are used to observe cross-infection between different species, and so on...

There are so many advanced technologies installed, which could be used to meet the needs of the residents of the shelter, but in fact, they are designed to infect the residents.

It must be said that the pre-war humans of this world were comparable to William of Pallasti. At least they were similar in not treating civilians as human beings.

However, it seems the researchers stationed here and the former local supervisors were relatively conscientious and did not use the residents of the shelter as experimental subjects as required by the experimental requirements. These researchers from Lin Yibian, who were there when the disaster struck, helped repair and maintain a lot of equipment, keeping the outer shelter running normally.

As for experiments, they've used mole rats instead, which is much slower, but at least they don't require humans.

Brother 16 went to a deeper location and opened the closed security door. He saw three metal cabinets placed side by side, with withered flowers on them. They looked like some kind of tombstone.

She continued to walk deeper, and based on the 3D map she had drawn, she could sense that this was almost the deepest point.

In the room next to him, there was a robot signal that Brother 16 locked onto from a long distance.

"Oh~ Are you a security guard from Vault-Tec?" A clear female voice suddenly rang out. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Her accent sounded like it came from France. I wondered if the person who designed this machine had some quirks.

Brother 16 looked at the glass next to him. It was a General Atomics-made Ms. Handyman, which was completely white and looked rusty.

[Identity.] Brother 16 sent the communication directly.

[Contagion Vulnerability Robotic Medical Engineer, or CVRIE for short. Human scientists call me Curie, or rather, they used to call me that when they were still alive. I repeat, are you a Vault-Tec security officer?] Curie—the handywoman—repeated the question politely.

[Reporting on mole disease.] 16th brother asked coldly.

"My poor darlings! These moles were originally intended to be used to cultivate new pathogens. The plan was to expose the vault dwellers to these viruses in the hope of creating new antibodies in the human body. But they didn't carry out this plan." Curie reported honestly.

But Clyde escaped his cage. My dear Clyde, he was much smarter than his companions. He set them free, leaving those poor scientists with no chance of survival. Clyde has been dead for over two hundred years, but his descendants are still running free in the Vault. Sorry, I digress. Are you a security guard at Vault-Tec? Curie's sensors stared at Brother 16.

Clyde, they must be the ancestors of those moles. When I arrived, I saw that many of the walls and soil beneath the shelter had been eaten through. It was obvious that they weren't naturally formed, or prepared as experimental environments by the shelter's scientists. They were simply damaged by moles.

"Upload this and let the commander make the decision." 16 quickly edited the information and passed it to M4.

"That's me." 16 said simply. It was easy for her to tell a lie.

"That's great~ It's been a long time since I made the emergency call. I was starting to worry that something might have happened to you~" Curie's voice was a little high-pitched.

"Your logical AI can't bypass this link, right? It seems that your editor did not change these underlying designs." Brother 16 complained.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I am honored to report to you that I completed my main task 78 years ago. Thousands of pathogens grow in mole hosts." Curie introduced in a serious manner.

Brother 16 rubbed his fingers and looked around to see if there was any disinfectant or something like that. She wasn't afraid of it, but if she caught something with her hands, it could be a super pathogen.

"Later, I developed a universal antidote. It can be used to treat all pathogens. This excellent antidote has been used for decades. Please tell me that you have the right to release me from the laboratory."

"As a staff member of Shelter-Tec, I authorize you to complete this mission. You can come out." Brother 16 had seen similar civilian robots before. Because the underlying logic prohibited them from leaving the current mission, they were always stuck in a certain position and could not leave even if they had to wait for disaster to come.

It seems that while General Atomics' AI technology is excellent, some of its underlying protocols are still quite restrictive. Or perhaps it's just that the AI ​​technology in this world is quite excellent, yet the running memory is so pitifully small. I really don't know how talented the programmers here are.

"Great! I've given up hope of getting out! Let me open the door for you!" Ju Li gently waved his robotic arm across the screen, turned around and opened the door beside him.

This room seems to have been a small scientific research laboratory, and the cold storage next to it is still in operation.

"Since you are the representative of Shelter-Tec, I can safely hand over the universal antidote I developed to you. If you have a new digital version of the Hippocratic Oath that can replace mine, please use it as soon as possible to prevent more people from suffering." Curie said as he opened the freezer next to him.

Hippocrates? All Oasis medical-related humanoids claim to have pre-entered relevant content as the underlying protocol.

But I doubt PA16, or Floren, put this in. She looks quite crazy, not like a medical professional.

This Curie took out a whole box of medicine from the insulated box. Brother 16 carefully put the box of medicine away.

"Please note that there is only this one box of antidote left within its validity period. The organic compounds used to make the antidote have rotted away, and I can't make more..." Ju Li was interrupted by Brother 16 just as he was about to finish his words.

[Transmit all scientific research data.] Brother 16 said.

[Data is being transferred, please wait.] Curie immediately switched to data transfer mode, transferring all the scientific research data preserved over the past two centuries to M16.

Brother 16 took the opportunity to find some alcohol that had not yet evaporated, and cleaned all the parts of the body that had touched the mole. He nodded only after making sure that no pathogens were left.

"You? I know you are a robot, but how can you carry so much data?" Curie was a little surprised.

"I can carry a hundred times more than this." Brother 16 packaged the data and passed it to M4, who then transferred it to Oasis's scientific research department.

Although it felt a bit unnecessary, setting up a dedicated communication line was essential. Once the data was transferred, Oasis would quickly provide feedback.

"If everything is fine, I want to leave here as soon as possible. I hope I can go to other places to do scientific research. Since my mission here has been completed, I will go out with you." Ju Li decided casually.

"...That's not bad. Come with me, I'm sure there are other places where I need your help." Brother 16, who had already prepared all kinds of rhetoric to deceive the AI, was silent for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party was going to follow him directly without any deception.

“Of course, I’d love to collect new samples and witness more varieties and new technologies in outdoor environments. A company that can produce robots like yours must be an amazing company,” Curie said.

"Maybe. I don't think there's anything special about the person who created me. In my opinion, following the right person is the most important choice." Brother 16 asked a riddle.

"What do you plan to use those medicines for? Will you use them to save the people on this earth?" Curie asked curiously.

"These potions are non-renewable. Let me see, they still have... two years left until they expire?" Brother 16 felt like there was something wrong with the numbers. Otherwise, the expiration date for this universal potion would be ridiculously long.

"Usually, a bottle of universal medicine has a shelf life of five years. It is most effective if taken within two years, after which the efficacy will gradually diminish. However, it can effectively eliminate known pathogens, and changes in the shelf life will affect the duration of drug treatment." Ju Li explained it to Brother 16.

I see... 16 nodded. Then, several private communications came through her communicator, directly from Oasis Medical.

Brother 16 took a quick look and found that all the messages were begging her to move the robot to a safe place and ensure its safety. There were also messages begging her to keep the laboratory intact for future reconnaissance and exploration.

16 chose not to reply and simply ignored it. She didn't trust information transmitted through informal channels, because it was very likely that local forces had cracked the signal and unilaterally transmitted false information to her.

Therefore, these are not trustworthy. Only the information from M4's encrypted communication channel is reliable and trustworthy.

Of course, there are also direct communication requests from the commander, which no one else can do. Only the commander can bypass a large number of systems and chat directly with himself.

Soon, the summary information was sent over by M4, and Brother 16 began to take action.

"These medicines need to be properly preserved and produced through reverse research. I will prepare a brand new laboratory for you soon, and there will be more colleagues." Brother 16 explained.

"Are those colleagues all advanced robots like you? Your language logic system is much more advanced and complex than mine, and you are allowed to lie directly under certain circumstances. Your creator actually allowed you to do these things." Curie exclaimed.

"There are many models and types. You'll know when you see them. It's not safe outside. Don't stray too far from me." 16 took a hidden elevator directly to the outer shelter. When she emerged from the other side of the wall, she scared the guards so much that they almost peed themselves.

"Who are you? Ms. M16? What's the situation down there?" the guard asked cautiously.

"It's terrible. There are moles down there that carry deadly pathogens. If you have a chemist or a medical scientist here, take this for testing - don't touch the wound, or you will die. Go notify the supervisor and the doctor here." Brother 16 took out a small bag containing some minced meat and broken teeth.

Soon, the supervisor and the local doctor arrived. Brother 16 recounted the following situation. The doctor, looking grim, gathered the samples in a cloth and hurried back to his laboratory for testing. The supervisor demanded further details, and Brother 16 embellished and falsified the details.

"In any case, there might be an abandoned shelter down there. You'd better not send anyone down there and make sure to seal the door." Brother 16 said briefly.

"I know. But will those moles get up? And what about this robot?" The supervisor looked up and down at the clever machine.

"Yes, your walls have been scratched by moles, but I'm sure it will take several years to break through the walls. I can contact some good hands to clean it up, but it will take a while to gather them. As for this lady with skillful hands, I found her in there at the risk of my life. You don't plan to take it away, do you?" Brother 16 tilted his head and looked at the supervisor.