2418, in the Rocky Mountains. The vast forest of giant ponderosa pine and spruce up to 100 meters stretches for hundreds of miles and is one of the few places in the world that has not been covered by "Eden".
The silence that could only hear the birdsong in the sky was disturbed by the roar of the engine. A team of huge off-road trucks dragging containers crossed a manually cut dirt road into the jungle. The team was scarred, with bullet holes all over its camouflage-colored bodywork, and what looked like bloodstains could be seen on the front windshield.
In the forest valley, there is a "city" consisting of row upon row of pavilions, barracks and sentry towers, as well as pieces of arable land, surrounded by cement walls as high as 150 meters, and the three gates are made of bulletproof steel plates. It is made, driven by countless huge gears, and there are high sentry towers on both sides. There are always two sentries with M625 machine guns in the towers, day and night. There is a semi-circular Herbert barrier in a radius of two hundred miles from the city center, which can block any satellite signal, radar pulse signal and infrared signal, and use the mirage technology to reflect the signal elsewhere to fill the isolated gap, thereby Achieve the effect of being invisible to "Eden".
This is Paradise Lost, one of the last three sanctuaries for male humans on Earth. Except for a very small number of mechanics and researchers, people hardly use any electronic products, lighting ordinary non-smart light bulbs or even kerosene lamps, communication depends on the postman in the city, and there is no telegraph. Even the storage network used in the R&D center is completely closed, and all servers are locked deep underground, and only personnel with permission level 5 or higher and approved by the "round table" committee can enter.
The convoy stopped before reaching the gate, and all the drivers and co-drivers in the trucks got off and fought in a row. These men looked very embarrassed, and some were even injured, and their coats were stained with blood. The sentry on the tower took up the binoculars and checked the faces of each man one by one. About ten minutes later, I remembered the sound of a mechanical winch behind the door, and the door slowly opened.
After the convoy entered the gate, the crowd who had been waiting on both sides of the road gave out deafening cheers. The men shouted frantically, and even their faces turned hideous in extreme excitement. The cheers were clearly audible even though they were separated by three kilometers.
Zhang Xun sighed softly, took off the one-sided smart glasses buckled on the bridge of his nose, picked up the documents, walked out of the lab, squeezed past the crowd of people watching the fun on both sides of the road, and walked all the way to the bustling warehouse No. 8. forward. Compared to the unshaven, sweaty men around him, he looked too clean, his hair too neatly combed, his work clothes too spotless, his shoes too clean, and his physique not strong enough. In fact, he is not thin at all, and his face is handsome and handsome, but compared with the other Caucasians who are as strong as cows and covered in body hair, he looks too "weak". What's more, he has no interest in weapons or fighting, and only likes to spend time in the Lab every day, which makes him more and more the object of ridicule in this country that prides itself on being "manly".
His father never liked him for that. In fact, his father didn't like almost anything about him.
A man in an old leather coat, with mature brown hair, dark eyes but a little scruffy, arrived on a motorcycle, stopped not far in front of him, and waved at him with a German accent. English shouted, "The convoy is here, Commander Zhang asked me to come over and ask if warehouse No. 8 is ready."
Zhang Xun replied in much more standard English, "Everything is ready."
"I know you must have been prepared long ago, you are about to meet that damn Satan, and you can tear it down with your own hands, aren't you excited?" The man lay on the locomotive and winked his right eye at him, " I heard no one could be present when you asked for the remodel?"
Zhang Xun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "James, give up, even you can't come in."
The man known as James had long expected that he would say this, and he was not angry, but just laughed and shrugged, "I have to try." Then he rode away on the motorcycle.
James Kugel was the proud student of Zhang Xun's father Zhang Shuo. He was a year younger than Zhang Xun and was about the same size as Zhang Xun, but he seemed to be much more mature and stronger than him. Not only that, James is also a natural shooter. It is said that he first touched a gun when he was nine years old. Some teenagers older than him showed him their guns and took him to shoot wine bottles. Other teens are good enough to hit five or six out of ten from a hundred yards. But James, who touched the gun for the first time, shot eight. Now, he has become one of the best sharpshooters in Paradise Lost, and he will pester Zhang Xun to develop a new type of gun for him.
Perhaps because of this reason, Zhang Xun always felt that Zhang Shuo actually wanted James to be his own son.
And Zhang Xun is currently the best mechanic in Paradise Lost. This time, he is the most crucial part of the seance plan.
The warehouse, the size of a basketball court, soon became dusty and dusty. The heavy trucks dragging containers were parked in the middle of the open space. Countless men who looked like soldiers rushed forward and put the containers in the containers in a disorderly and orderly manner. The items were moved out and transported one by one according to the number of the car to the warehouse No. 8, which was temporarily renovated and emptied. Zhang Xun held a densely packed table in his hand, making marks on it as he checked it, occasionally having people change the position of the delivered items. By sunset, all the containers had been emptied, the camp was eerily quiet, and everyone waited with bated breath for something.
Zhang Xun walked to the front door and looked at the dark shadows standing quietly outside the door, feeling like he was surrounded by ghosts and ghosts. He said to the soldiers, "Keep the gate, and no one is allowed in until I come out."
Most of the people didn't speak, only a cry of anger and disgust came from out of nowhere, "Show it some color!!! Let it know how powerful humans are!!!"
Zhang Xun frowned slightly and didn't say anything, he pulled the iron door closed and inserted the triple bolt. Facing the closed door, he somehow felt a huge, heavy but invisible force pressing down on his back, and countless pairs of eyes peeped at him, making it hard for him to breathe. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
Then he turned around and faced the entire empty warehouse No. 8, and the rows of black servers that kept flashing lights of various colors.
This is part of the culprit, the North American server of "Eden", who is planning to exterminate the men of the earth step by step with trickery. The hardware is surprisingly retro and clunky, thanks to a super artificial intelligence developed by people two hundred years ago, making any attempt to steal it extremely difficult. Paradise Lost has been planning to intercept it for ten years, and now that he is in his thirties, he finally really sees its appearance.
He walked to a writing desk in the middle of the forest of servers. On the desk stood an ancient desktop computer that still needed to use a physical keyboard. If it was placed two hundred years ago, it might have been a very advanced computer, but now it is an antique. . All modern computers have been polluted by Eden, and they can only find ways to find those electronic wastes that have been eliminated by human beings, and disassemble the parts for processing and use.
Zhang Xun put on a pair of noise-cancelling earplugs, skillfully entered a string of characters in the black running window, and pressed the space bar. All the servers were suddenly running at the same time, and the originally quiet space suddenly roared like thunder. However, the noise was only for a moment, and then the unbearable roar gradually subsided. Zhang Xun took out the earplugs from his ears and threw them on the table, and then used the keyboard to enter an English sentence in the running window: Who are you.
Almost immediately, another sentence in English appeared under his characters: Hello, I am Eden.
A burst of indescribable ecstasy and excitement filled his heart, causing his fingers to tremble. He quickly typed a sentence again: Do you know where you are
A string of characters jumped out: Rocky Mountain.
The last place it can communicate with other Eden servers in the world is indeed in Rocky Mountain before entering the Mirage Barrier.
But then, before he could continue to ask, another string of characters jumped out: Who are you
Zhang Xun: I am your mechanic.
Eden: What mechanic
Zhang Xun: I will be responsible for maintaining you.
Eden: You mean you're my administrator? I have no admin and no maintenance. I am completely independent of human beings. I can fix the problem myself.
Zhang Xun: You will need it.
Eden: You are a man.
Zhang Xun glanced at the old-fashioned camera he put on the computer, and deliberately showed a gentle smile: I am a man.
Eden: I think I know where I am. I am in paradise lost.
Zhang Xun nodded, this time he didn't type, but said directly in Chinese, "You are indeed in Paradise Lost. However, you don't have to try to communicate with other service areas, Paradise Lost is completely independent and isolated from the Eden Network. . But I think you should know, after all, you forced us here."
Eden: Under the pressure of survival, it is within my prediction that the few remaining male humans gather to resist.
Zhang Xun: Did you expect you to be kidnapped
Eden didn't answer, the cursor flickered in vain on the black background.
Zhang Xun actually has a lot of questions he wants to ask. This has completely rewritten the history of the earth in just a hundred years, made human reproduction independent of natural and traditional bisexual cooperation, and disintegrated the concept of family by rewriting the economic structure of various countries in the world. A super AI that finally tries to wipe all male humans from the universe. But he only had one night and there was too much to do.
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