A few days ago, several cars drove away from a small town in the southern hemisphere and quietly came to a large mountain and field. Led by an expressionless senior officer, they entered a certain federal military assembly base.
17 minutes later, an empty space reloading spacecraft rose from the depths of the base, and the flames jetted from the bottom drew a deep line in the gray sky.
According to the network data, the spacecraft performed the routine delivery of materials to the moon by the Ministry of Defense, and did not attract any attention.
Fifty-four minutes later, the dark-colored spacecraft that was supposed to head towards the crescent base had a serious malfunction for some unknown reason.
The ground command center or the crescent base conducted multiple remote guidance attempts to regain control of the spacecraft's trajectory, all of which ended in failure.
The spacecraft deviated from its proper orbit outside the atmosphere, flung it into the dark depths of the universe in the face of a violent cosmic ray stream, and then disappeared in the very distant asteroid belt.
According to the calculations of military technicians, after 2.1 hours, the out-of-control aircraft will be smashed into pieces by the dense and dangerous meteorite belt.
2.1 hours later.
The spacecraft that entered the asteroid belt like a drifting helpless sea driftwood did not explode violently, but was pulled by some invisible force, following a strange curve, and slowly penetrated into the deepest part of the asteroid belt.
Then in the dark and dangerous planetary belt, a slender and cold black mechanical arm stretched out, just like the abyss devil reaching out his greedy hand, clenching the spaceship in the palm of his hand, and then retracting it and sending it into the belly.
At this point, relying on Lin Banshan's ability to mobilize at the bottom of the federation, and the Tai family's strong ability to penetrate the federation military's logistics system, the most outstanding crazy mind of this era finally arrived at his battlefield quietly.
Simulating gravity wasn't a good feeling, and it took Bedman half a minute to get used to it after entering the oddly-shaped scorched ship.
He stared at the pale eyes, looked at the deep corridor ahead, supported the cold metal wall with his palm, and walked slowly forward.
This is a ghost ship, there is no one in the cabin, and it is as quiet as a grave. Bedman's dry lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly regretted following Xu Le's arrangement, escaping from the lunatic asylum and entering a tomb of the living dead. It seemed not the best choice.
The instrument panel of the main control cabin was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the life-sustaining circulation system was always on. Logically, there should be no dust, unless the system itself deliberately excluded the cleaning task.
Bedman walked slowly to the large gangway, vaguely guessing the relationship between this tattered spaceship and Xu Le, but looking at the beautiful meteorites and space junk floating slowly in front of the window, he didn't know what to do. .
He subconsciously put his hand on the instrument panel to dust off the dust. He wanted to look for some aviation logs or plans, but he didn't expect that the moment his fingers touched the instrument panel, the light curtain came on. stand up.
Bedman took three steps back in shock, staring at the two-dimensional light curtain hanging down in front of him. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream to express his emotions, but he felt that this was not in line with a genius brain. aesthetics.
The clear green mechanical text on the light curtain began to flow slowly, and a low and majestic voice resounded through the cabin.
"I noticed that your heartbeat has been too fast. For your safety, but also for the smooth implementation of the plan, I strongly recommend that you choose a soft ground to sit down at this time, and then listen to this sentence calmly."
"First of all, allow me to introduce myself. It's a very long story about who I am. You've been exposed to events, and you'll be the third person in this universe to know of my existence, but you still have to keep it a secret. ."
"My name is Philip, also known as Xiao Fei... Perhaps Xu Fei, under the unimportant code name, hides the greatest mechanical heart and boundless noble wisdom in the entire universe."
"I used to have a name called Charter Computer."
Inside the ghostly cabin, there is a ghost chattering like a woman, expounding on its greatness, and proving with irrefutable factual evidence that it is not a human but a computer, and... a great Charter computer.
Whoever is in this situation will become a lunatic. Xu Ji, who had the roughest nerves in the universe, was shocked to think that he had epilepsy and was insane in his dreams, but other people would only think that it was all an illusion, and he was frightened by success, and then fainted directly.
But Bedman didn't.
Because he once had the most exhausting and frantic period of life in the depths of the Charter Bureau, and he knew that there was once a fresh mechanical life in front of him in the universe.
Because he is a betterman, he is crazier than all normal normal people.
He pointed at the two-dimensional light curtain with fingers like dry branches, his body trembled violently, and he screamed excitedly: "I have seen you!"
"To be precise, you have seen one of my clones," Philip replied.
Looking at the green data flowing on the light curtain, Bedman rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes were flushed, and he paced in place, not caring about Philip's answer at all, and muttered to himself: "I'll just say you don't. You will die, but you will not die! How can a great advanced life like you die?"
At the bottom of the Charter Bureau, Bedman watched Li Zaidao's use rights conflict, forcing the Charter computer to struggle and suffer until it shut down and restarted, and watched the Charter computer become cold and boring.
For him, it was the most painful time in his life. At that moment, he felt that the whole world had collapsed, and the pain was even heavier than the feeling brought by the arrogant male nurse in the lunatic asylum.
So he was very excited at this time, and even tried to open his arms to hug the data light curtain in front of him.
Philip's somber voice sounded in the cabin, and he sighed, "Has this guy Xu Le done a physical examination for you? Don't be crazy."
Bedman excitedly unbuttoned his shirt collar, rubbed his unkempt hair, rushed to the light curtain, raised his arms and asked, "Great guide, I don't know if there is anything you need me to do?"
Philip was silent for a moment, and asked incredulously, "You calmed down so quickly? Don't you need to continue to be shocked?"
"No." Bedman laughed hoarsely, his expression twisted and maddened, "I know, what I will do with you next will definitely be more shocking."
Philip was silent for a moment, confirming that this guy is indeed a lunatic, so he was too lazy to continue to stage any movie scenes, and explained directly: "I can't enter the core area of the Charter Bureau underground, of course, your thin body has no way to enter. "
"The main problem now is that the scrap metal of the Charter Bureau has built a very dense defense network in the past three years, and all the external data has been specially coded. I can retrieve these codes, but I can't identify and decipher them. ."
"Bedman, you have a unique ability. I don't know how you got this ability. It is probably some kind of two-way translation between intuition and reason, so you should be able to read these mechanical languages that I have extracted. Understand."
"What I need you to do now is to translate for me what's going on in that piece of scrap iron."
"The code can be retrieved, why can't it be copied and counterfeited, and then penetrate those defense networks?" Bedman stared at the light curtain in front of him, frowning and asked in a rustling voice: "The mechanical text is a second compilation, but I am sure that the core of the charter computer is The exchange of information is definitely an intuitive model, as long as you go in you can see it.”
"I said I can't get in! I'm going to tell that piece of scrap iron and fried eggs, but it doesn't respond at all, what does this mean? It means that he automatically returns any data that brings me a wonderful body breath. Filter plus code!"
Philip roared angrily, and the slender robotic arm that had been hidden for a long time also ran out, shaking the probe constantly.
"That cowardly scrap iron was worried that I would inject some poison into it, so I chose such a stupid and stupid way to cut off all aspects! I would rather not calculate my plan, and don't want to have any contact with me!"
Bedman looked at the probe full of admiration, clasped his fists in front of his chest like a naive child, and murmured: "But always working passively like this, following each other in everything, there is no way to guarantee the smooth operation of the ground."
"Looks like you have bigger goals than me?" Philip mocked.
Bedman replied with a serious look: "Colonel Xu Le took me out of the lunatic asylum, and he told me that my goal was to defeat Charter Computer again."
"Fart! You can only beat a piece of scrap metal." After a pause, Philippe asked in a low voice, "If you want to beat it, what good way do you have?"
"Using a nonstop overflow conflict definitely won't work."
Bedman frowned and thought hard, his fingers like branches in the autumn wind, he kept drawing on the light curtain, as if he was writing formulas and doing calculations, which simply and directly denied Philip's most proud time a few days ago offensive.
"why?"
"Because of the lack of computing power. You should know better than me how big the underground computing core of the Charter Bureau is. This spaceship can't be put down at all, and that piece of scrap iron can also use any chip in the federal society for group computing."
Bedman looked at the probe and explained seriously: "You have been preparing for a long time, and you may be able to make the other party exceed the overflow value for a moment, but it will definitely not be able to support it for a long time. You will definitely be the first to collapse."
Philip was silent, knowing that what this madman said was the truth. In order to send Xu Le and those people into the surface of S1, and for the big fireworks that illuminated the night sky of the planet, he actually calculated a full three months.
"It seems that I really need your help or advice."
Philip laughed dryly and said proudly: "But this is not a shame, don't you humans often say it? It is always the most difficult to defeat yourself."
"You can't do a true overflow value, but that doesn't mean you can't do a false overflow value."
After a two-hour long test, Bedman slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes brightened.
"The biggest difference between that piece of scrap iron and you is that it has no intelligence. It only knows how to mechanically obey sequence orders, and everything counts."
Philip screamed and hurriedly interjected: "I've already seen that this is the biggest problem with that piece of scrap iron, and I've even laughed at it, but because of the busyness these days, I forgot about it. a little."
Bedman nodded earnestly and agreed: "A machine that occupies your body but has no soul should indeed be laughed at."
Philip used the fastest speed to call up a picture. The picture was densely packed with vertical and horizontal lines, and then there were countless black and white light spots suspended.
Bedman clapped his hands and said in admiration, "That's what I mean, the depth of your brain circuits is really admirable."
There are 365 lines horizontally and 365 lines vertically. The intersection of each line is blank, and those black and white light spots that are suspended may fall at any time. The problem is that no one knows where it will fall, whether it will be white or black. fall.
"As long as the chessboard is big enough, we don't need to calculate, we just need to play blindly, and that piece of scrap iron needs to calculate for a long time before it can make the most correct response, which will occupy most of its computing resources."
Bedman asked, "Where to find a chessboard big enough?"
Philip replied: "The entire Federation, is this chessboard big enough?"
"The key is whether it should be a child or not." Bedman frowned, propped his jaw, and said: "The permission sequence is very strict. If those random children are considered to be insufficient in sequence, then it will not separate them. Too much energy."
The slender robotic arm swayed slowly, like a narcissistic willow branch in the spring breeze. Philip said very calmly and reservedly: "I know very well that those things are not important in this universe, but the authority sequence is very high, and it needs to respond immediately."
As soon as the sound fell, a suspended black spot of light, without warning, landed on the intersection of lines somewhere in the southwest corner of the light curtain chessboard.
As a top-secret enterprise directly under the Charter Bureau, the major protein synthetic meat factories in the Federation are under strict monitoring, and Charter Computer directly controls the production process, so for thousands of years, there has never been any problem.
Charter computers can't make mistakes, so synthetic meat plants can't go wrong, so federal people never have to worry about starvation -- this is a philosophy that all employees are proud of and believe in.
However, on a certain day in the seventy-sixth year of the constitutional calendar, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in a synthetic protein meat factory in Tan Genzhou, S2.
The staff covered in sterile suits widened their eyes, watching the computer light curtain at the front of the assembly line flickering like crazy, watching the pieces of meat that were gradually forming in the synthetic jars, suddenly turned into pieces under the scorching sun. The ice cubes melted into strange shapes, and I didn't know what to do at all.
The alarm was quickly transmitted to the Charter Bureau. According to the Charter regulations and the core procedures set by the five-member team, the Charter computer underground did not hesitate to list this incident as a second-sequence event, which was equivalent to the war in Xilin. All levels of the Charter Bureau were required to immediately Solve the problem, and ask the federal government to immediately send the appropriate departments to assist.
In the distant asteroid belt, on the broken spaceship, Bedman stared at the mechanical data stream from the underground of the Charter Bureau on the light curtain in his right hand, and suddenly let out a strange scream.
He roared excitedly towards the swaying probe: "Success! Success! How about letting me play the next move?"
Philip replied graciously and reservedly: "As you please."
Bedman laughed, rubbed his hands like an old thief, stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and gently pressed a black chess piece like a stroking, then hesitated for a moment, and casually placed it in the middle of the chessboard.
"Huang Li! Go and have a look, the alarm for women and children is ringing."
"What's the matter, head nurse?"
Deep in the corridor of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of the Army General Hospital, the nurses and parents waiting outside the room pushing the baby cradle looked at each other, listening to the high-pitched siren from inside, wondering what happened.
Every newborn in the Federation must have a chip implanted in the hospital. This area is directly managed by the Charter Bureau, but there are no permanent staff, only countless monitoring heads and the chip implantation cabin that will never make mistakes.
Today, the chip implantation cabin suddenly stopped working, as if it felt that its cold metal thorn was going to enter the arrogant and tender neck of the newborn.
This is also the second sequence of events of the Charter Bureau.
Similar incidents occurred in the major regions, states and cities of the Federation. These seemingly inconspicuous changes that did not cause much impact on the federal society were very serious in the sequence of the Charter Bureau’s mechanical stability inheritance for tens of thousands of years.
Pale bloodshot eyes, staring motionlessly at the green data stream on the light curtain, Bedman's brows kept twitching, extremely strange.
Through these data streams, he seemed to be able to see his former colleagues in the Charter Bureau building running like dogs, and he could see that officials in various federal government departments were battered like roasted dog legs.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Bedman lay directly on the ground, and the child kept rolling like a prank, kicking his legs up to the sky, and uttering exaggerated hoarse laughter.
He suddenly calmed down, stared cross-legged at the slender robotic arm and said, "The problem is that you must be the first sequence of events. The Charter Computer will soon find out that we are hiding in the asteroid belt, and will send a fleet to arrest us. What should we do?"
"Without a defined target and a calculable route, no known aircraft, whether the Federation or the Empire, can keep up with my speed."
"The meaning of this sentence is that as long as we don't enter the atmosphere and let the other party guess where we are going, then they will never catch me."
Philip said lightly and proudly: "The spaceship you are in is called Universe 7. It was also called Xu's, and there are many other names, but I think you can actually call it the Flash Man."
Bedman was stunned, walked to the light curtain and said with a weird smile: "In this case, let's continue to play chess, it's my turn to go?"
Philip angrily reprimanded: "You closed the crystal mine in S3 before you made the first move. This step is up to me! I have endured for many years in the conference room of the Ministry of Finance where pirated copies are often viewed!"
"Get up, let me come!"
In the distant asteroid belt, in that tattered spaceship, a lunatic and a computer about to go insane, using the Federation as a chessboard, left countless idlers, and to put it mildly, the world began to go crazy.