Zhan Lu's system is very complex, even if the part backed up at home does not have most of his functions as a mecha core, it is far beyond Lu Bixing's cognition and common sense of "artificial intelligence" - this is not surprising, Zhan Lu is in Beijing When Lin Jingheng followed Lin Jingheng, no one except Lu Bixing could see that he was not human at all.
It is said that Zhan Luguang is the deformable material on his body, and each gram is worth 6 million first interstellar coins. This kind of cost, except for the Alliance Central, no one can afford, and how high-tech and sophisticated technology can it be worthy. What about his "skin"
Lu Bixing had imagined it before, but now, he found that he was still too optimistic.
Zhan Lu was like an unsolvable problem. Lu Bixing checked all the materials he could get his hands on, but the more he studied, the more hopeless he felt. He felt as if he had stepped into a boundless swamp. It's tough. For three whole months, no progress at all.
This is not the first time that Lu Bixing has experienced failure. He also had a whimsical idea and planned to design a mecha suitable for emptiness. After countless attempts, it finally ended in failure. However, it was only one of his thousands of dreams when he was young and frivolous. Like a young man in the ancient earth era looking up at the sky, even though he had brought pain, the pain was hot and beautiful after all.
But now, if he can't fix Zhan Lu, he doesn't know what else he can do.
On the 100th day that Lu Bixing locked himself at home, the dazzling sunlight woke him up from the sofa in the morning, and he propped himself up. Wrapping him in it, Lu Bixing sighed, pushed away the soft cloth stuck to his chin, sat up, stared at the corner of the sofa and woke up.
Suddenly, his scattered eyes gradually focused, and he found that under his fingers, there was a hair that fell into the crack of the sofa.
Lu Bixing sat up abruptly, and the deformed sofa quickly followed him to tighten its skin. Then, leaning down almost reverently, he pinched the strand of hair carefully, pulling one hand out and the other under it.
The hair was not long, the cylindrical root was straight, and it was a special kind of brown, which was close to pure black when viewed in the dark.
It was left by another owner of the house.
Lu Bixing held the hair for three hours, until the home medical cabin in the living room warned him, he came back like a dream, picked up the hair with tweezers, and put it in the experiment. The glass sheet used was sealed, and after a while, it seemed that I was not reconciled. I found a printer, printed a ball with resin, and wrapped the hair inside. At first glance, it looked like a Clear hair crystal, close to the body.
Then he got up and brushed his teeth while flipping through the notes he had written the night before.
After a night, he felt that he was talking nonsense yesterday, so he decisively deleted the records in his personal terminal, and poured a handful of cold water on his face.
This is the hundredth time he has deleted his own note.
Lu Bixing inadvertently looked up at the mirror, and suddenly felt that the person in the mirror was a bit unfamiliar—the stubble was all over, the clothes were disheveled, there was a fresh water stain on the chest, and it was wrinkled. The hair that was too late to take care of was almost falling on his shoulders, and the curls looked messier and were still dripping listlessly.
Lu Bixing was accustomed to paying attention to his image. When he saw his bear-like appearance, he could stay for a while, but he was really in no mood to clean up, so he took a few pictures on the wall without looking at him and turned the mirror upside down. past.
Just then, someone knocked on his door.
The electronic housekeeper is dead, and the smart home has only the original functions. The door jumped out word by word with a cold mechanical sound: "Visitor: Mint, registered as: your student, whether or not Reception."
Lu Bixing sighed: "No."
He really doesn't want to see her, but it's not that he has any opinion on the little girl. Anyone who lives in a house isolated from the world for a hundred days will become unwilling to see people.
The door was quiet, but after a moment, his personal terminal was not quiet - the "Guardian's Duty" prompt lit up on the personal terminal.
Mint has fourteen months to turn 20 years old. Although she is no different from an adult in a special period, she is still a minor legally. The Union Minor Protection Law stipulates that the legal guardian of a minor cannot be missed. Cut off contact with the ward for no reason.
Lu Bixing put his hands on the pool, bowed his head, and snorted ironically: "Union Minor Protection Law."
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He opened the personal terminal, directly entered the system, and deleted all the relevant laws and regulations of the alliance, and the thing was finally quiet.
But Lu Bixing closed his eyes and remained silent for half a minute before going to open the door for the girl.
Mint was not the only one waiting at the door. All four students had arrived before Mint called out "Mr. Lu". She was speechless and started crying at the door.
Lu Bixing's eyes passed through the students and landed on his small garden. He saw that the gardening robot and the dancing robot had been repaired, recharged and oiled, and the casing had been cleaned. The grass was gone—no wonder he was woken up by the sun early in the morning—the yard was full of flowers, a large area of lush greenery was so lively that it looked a bit gaudy in aesthetics.
"Don't cry." Lu Bixing tried hard three times, but he couldn't laugh at all, so he felt a little guilty, so he had to let them in, "Did you organize the flowerbed? Thank you."
"Teacher," White said, "let's help you, okay? Let's help you fix Zhan Lu's system together."
Lu Bixing thought, with your little knowledge, you can help repair robots and pour tea and water, what else can you do
But before he had time to decline, Fighting Cock said with red eyes, "But I don't know anything about Teacher Lu, so let me pour coffee for you."
Lu Bixing: ""
These four youngsters are the only survivors of Beijing Star. They wandered along with him and grew up desperately. At this time, they were surrounded by grievances, like four trembling little stray animals. Lu Bixing couldn't help laughing. what to say.
He is not like Lin Jingheng, who wakes up every morning for routine training, but he has another kind of self-restraint. Even if all his thoughts are lost, he is still a teacher and a guardian. He would rather wrong himself than hurt the hearts of the children. Nodding and agreeing: "Okay, I'll give you the coffee later."
Unexpectedly, this soft-hearted nod tore a hole in the embankment of Qianli River. In the first few days, four students came to him at regular intervals every day. Lu Bixing was inconvenient to be sloppy in front of the students, so he beat him up. Jing, after all, he has cleaned himself up as a person.
These little hooligans are so honest that they don't look like them anymore. They come in and out quietly, and they don't talk much when they arrive. They first direct the small household robot to take care of the housework, and occasionally bring a little decoration to give him a little something. something to use. Students do not understand advanced technical papers, so they work diligently to serve tea and pour water. If they don’t understand, they don’t ask random questions. If they have any questions, they go to the small room next door to discuss in a low voice, and then leave in the evening. Before that, he carefully told Lu Bixing the results of the day's discussions for reference.
Of course, these four cobblers can't stand up to half of Zhuge Liang. The things the students put forward are very naive. Not only are they not helpful, but Lu Bixing has to spare half an hour every day to correct their common-sense mistakes. He said a lot.
Then gradually, the people from the engineering department began to shyly follow the minors to his house.
At the beginning, there were only one or two people, and they came. In the end, more and more people came. Until one day, all the coffee in Lu Bixing's house was drunk, and he realized that almost all the core R&D personnel of the entire engineering department had come to report.
Lu Bixing was behind the small bar on the stairwell, inexplicably holding up an empty paper bag containing coffee beans, slapped open the coffee machine that was spinning around him, and looked down at the engineers who were gathering in his living room for a meal. .
There weren't that many desks and chairs in his house, so a few old engineers took them up, and the others either sat on the floor, or sat beside him with electronics, and held meetings around his dead electronic butler.
"Hey," Lu Bixing knocked on the metal stair handrail, the downstairs was quiet for a moment, and the engineers looked up at him collectively, "I said everyone, if I remember correctly, I seem to have taken a long vacation, not the office address of the engineering department. Change it to my house, right? Supplies are in short supply, everyone eats rations, and the young master’s house doesn’t have so much food. The half-year coffee reserve has caused you a scourge, so let’s hurry up and leave.”
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Lu, we have applied to the chief, and we will give you a few bags of coffee beans." An old engineer came out and said, "The chief explained that if Zhan Lu's database cannot be repaired, we will at least take another hundred years of detours in technological development. , you can't exclude us."
Lu Bixing scratched his hair. This pretext was purely because he wanted to ask for a leave of absence, and was used to fool the chief. Most of the technologies in Zhan Lu's database were the alliance's technology. Lu Bixing had actually seen it before. , Besides, can the financial resources and productivity of the pre-war alliance be comparable to the Eighth Galaxy? What the alliance can achieve does not mean that the current eight galaxies can also achieve it, and the technology cannot achieve it, but it is just an interesting little paper. In terms of value, it is actually not as useful as the farm model left by Hope - otherwise Lin Jingheng would have taken it out and shared it.
Lu Bixing prevaricates: "The application of cutting-edge technologies depends on whether there is productivity as a foundation. The top priority of the Eighth Galaxy now is to restore production and order. , what should you do, don't follow me to waste time"
"Mr. Lu," another young engineer interrupted him, skipping the official tone bluntly, and said, "You don't need to explain, in fact, we know that those are all excuses for your leave, and you think repairing the Zhanlu database is your personal business, I don't want to do my own private affairs for everyone - but no matter what others do, I came out of Hongxiaxing in the backcountry, from a man-made ecosystem maintenance worker to an engineer in the engineering department, because I am willing to follow you, and you also choose got me."
"We don't have time for work, we can come back after get off work."
"Mr. Lu, you told us that the engineering department is a team."
"Mr. Lu, isn't the purpose of our department 'always challenge harder'?"
"It's harder here, here we are."
Lu Bixing held the empty paper bag of coffee beans, opened and closed his mouth, looking at these people, his tongue seemed to freeze, unable to utter a word.
"We're all here."
Even if the eighth galaxy is remote, there can still be many civil engineers who are as wild as Lu Bixing. They have been dusty on those dusty planets for years, and they have been dug up hastily, and they are trapped in a chaotic world, ignorant.
At this point, it finally gradually showed its due edge.
The person you haven't given up will never give up on you.
"General Lin and Engineer 001's home" is not big. The home design is a space for three or four people. It is no problem to occasionally entertain relatives and friends for a meal, but it is very difficult to install the entire engineering department.
The basement was occupied by their group. The non-mainstream engineers of the eighth galaxy were like big monkeys every day, lying on the physical training equipment in the basement in various postures-three on the treadmill, and the weightless balance training equipment was used. It has become a small conference room, four or five people are still unwilling to be honest, arguing and arguing in a hurry, without the demeanor of a literate person, full of foul language with the characteristics of the eight galaxies, an engineer was arrested. After he squeezed out, he turned on the training device in a fit of anger. The few colleagues who had spoken badly at him seemed to have entered the front-loading washing machine, had a collective concussion, and entered the medical cabin.
After hearing the news, Lu Bixing didn't know what to say, so he had to put up a "house rule" on the door. The first one was the bold and bold "Do not touch your mouth", and quickly moved all the "dangerous items" to the attic.
The attic is a sun room. In order to protect some special instruments, Lu Bixing covered the glass roof and windows. The little robots worked dutifully and squeaked against the corner of the wall.
Lu Bixing turned around and looked around at the dimly lit surroundings - these things belonged to the forest, standing silently in the shadows, like a man staring at him gently and quietly.
At that moment, Lu Bixing's heart moved, and the memory seal that he was strictly guarding against was loosened. He suddenly couldn't control himself to think about Lin Jingheng, those people he hadn't seen for a long time and who had been deliberately ignored by him, no matter how hysterical his reason was to stop him - he couldn't think, Can't miss, he still has so much to do, the whole engineering department is downstairs with him, he can't get out of control now.
He was like a drug addict. He wandered around the attic a few times, trying in vain to push back the gate that was open in his heart. He shivered and lit a cigarette for himself. To no avail, he twisted the burning cigarette butt on his arm, and the smell of burnt flesh came out immediately.
He was like a drowning man, gasping for breath, trying to regain his control through the pain.
When his emotions calmed down a little, he locked the attic as if he had escaped, hurriedly got into a small room, treated the wound roughly, pulled down his sleeves, and threw himself into the massive data like no one else.
The core scientific research force of the Eighth Galaxy was born under such persecution.
In the blink of an eye, a Dowato year passed by in a hurry. It was a hot year. From the chief to the public, they all tried their best to save food and clothing. Conflicts in the galaxy broke out more than a dozen times. Chief Edward acquiesced to the practice of "resuming the death penalty" when Lu Bixing was acting as an agent, and publicly executed a group of smugglers who made fake nutrition needles.
The chief executive became uncharacteristically iron-blooded, revised the constitution, and vigorously implemented a series of decrees, as if he was anxious to clear something for future generations.
When the morning star revolved around the eighth sun and returned to its position fourteen months ago, when the transition point was detonated, Chief Edward officially announced publicly that this day was designated as Independence Day. From then on, the eighth galaxy abolished the nova The calendar takes Independence Day as the first day of the year, the orbit of the Venus star as the annual calendar standard, and the length of a year is changed to 436 days.
Lu Bixing and his unconventional team of engineers finally made progress in stages—
After 436 days, Zhan Lu, who was backed up at Lu Bixing's house, successfully restarted for the first time.
The familiar voice sounded in the living room and basement: "Hello, I'm Zhan Lu, an artificial intelligence, I'm sorry, I can't serve you right now due to a system failure, I'm about to enter the self-repair process, which is estimated to take about 800 hours, please Be patient, and keep your energy supply—"
The engineers in the basement screamed collectively, some whistled loudly, some clapped against the wall and laughed, some hadn't closed their eyes for three days and three nights, and simply lay on the ground, Lu Bixing clenched his chest - the inner pocket of his shirt against his heart Inside, the small bead with coagulated hair seemed to be on fire, burning his skin scorchingly, and the cold blood boiled.
Where is Lin now
Before the transition point of the eight galaxies exploded, was there a few words to leave him even a useless exhortation
Lu Bixing felt like he was drained of his soul just by thinking like this, and his whole body wanted to collapse to the center of Venus under the gravitational force.
The restarted Zhan Lu ran his program quietly, and Lu Bixing clocked his 800-hour countdown at the gate, so that the engineers could see the progress every day when they passed by his house to go to work.
He slept in the dark for three days and three nights, every bone was slumbering, and when he got up, he carefully shaved his beard, let the home robot cut the hair that fell to his shoulder blades, put on a flat shirt and coat, and went to The command center went to the commander-in-chief and Turan to cancel the fake reports.
Before leaving, he stopped Turan: "General Turan, where is my father?"
Turan looked into his eyes and saw that it took him more than 400 days to grind away the nightmares and blood scabs in his eyes little by little, revealing a clear luster, as if it was the same as before, and it seemed to be completely different. She personally led Lu Bixing to the cemetery next to the base: "We found the remains of his mech."
Lu Bixing looked down at the statue on the tombstone, and saw the inscription on the tombstone next to it: "It's okay, kid, I picked you up from the trash anyway."
Turan walked away as fast as he was running away, no matter whether he was crying or being strong, she didn't dare to peep.
A long nightmare seems to have woken up like this
like.
When Lu Bixing returned to the headquarters, a lot of the burden of the chief was relieved. Zhan Lu's self-repair countdown continued to decrease, and everything seemed to be developing in a positive direction.
It took 867 hours, slightly longer than expected, and Zhan Lu became self-healing.
Turan, the owner of the engineering department, and even the chief who just came out of the medical cabin came to the home of "General Lin and Engineer 001", waiting for a miracle to come.
"Hello, Principal Lu," Zhan Lu's voice sounded in the crowded house, "although I don't have a physical body, I am very happy to see you again. You are a lot haggard."
Lu Bixing's eyes suddenly turned red and he was speechless.
Turan asked the question everyone wanted to know: "Zhan Lu, how is General Lin? Is your subject following him?"
Zhan Lu was silent for three seconds: "Captain of the guard, we were accidentally ambushed by interstellar pirates on our way back to the underground channel. They detonated the transition point, the entire Seven-Eighth Allied Army was annihilated, and the general's command ship was blown up"
Turan's legs went soft.
"My main body has been incinerated in the explosion."
They climbed over the mountains, over the hell, climbed out step by step, towards the other side of the mountain, the end of the road
But found nothing at the end.
Hope once said, "People originate from belief."
Lu Bixing shook his wits with him at the time, and said casually, "People are also ruined by their beliefs."
A prophecy.
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