If "Who's protecting whom" is just an uppercut, then "I like women" is nothing short of heartwarming.
Dean was hit hard, and he didn't recover from the great pain until they climbed the long journey and reached the entrance of the neural network.
"You wait here, I'll connect the computer to the neural network." Gavin squeezed into the small gap while holding his breath, and Dean immediately reacted: "You are too dangerous alone, wait a minute." I!"
Gavin asked through the gap, "Can you get in?"
"..."
"It stands to reason that a strong person should be stronger, you are so strange."
... Dean lay numb on the spot, feeling nothing in his heart.
Gavin moved carefully through the twenty centimeters wide gap. According to the frame structure, he should be near the spine. If the mecha is scaled down to a human size, he should be a small mosquito on the back.
Gavin had an unusual patience when facing the machine. After walking for more than ten minutes with his chest up and his stomach in, he finally came to the end of the corridor—a deep canyon lay before his eyes, and countless intricate neural networks were passing through the tunnel. The bottom of the canyon spread up, like a strange ancient tree with twisted roots.
The senior technician said it right. The neural structure of a C-level mecha is already very complicated. If it is a 3S like a Griffin, the internal structure will probably be amazing to the point of inconceivable.
"Who are you?" A dull mechanical voice sounded from the depths of the ancient tree, as if enduring great pain: "Are you a technician?"
"I'm an armed technician," Gavin said lightly, "so if you don't behave well, you will be destroyed."
... These words were too cruel for a painful mecha that was strongly contaminated by the virus, and the Griffon silently covered his eyes.
The mecha froze for a few seconds, the neural network separated in an uproar, and carefully stretched out a green neural belt, hanging down on the tablet. The nerve belt is obviously the main control source, and there is a small external program entrance on it. Gavin grabbed it and plugged it into the computer, and tens of thousands of data suddenly appeared on the screen.
"Half your neural data is polluted, how does it feel now?"
"..." Mecha Luan Zhu was silent for a moment, then said, "I will be good."
Gavin leaned against the thick pipe wall in the metal passage, put the computer on his lap, and quickly slid his fingers to input the self-cleaning command. His super-high mental threshold has played a role again. From the perspective of the mech, he almost has a kindness max aura all over his body. Luan Zhu curiously stretched out a nerve belt, circling him back and forth, as if wanting to touch him s face.
"Roar!" The griffin's light ball roared violently, and the nerve belt instantly retracted more than ten meters away.
"Be good!" the Griffin roared fiercely, "You can only see but not touch! Do you hear me!"
Luan Zhu: "..."
The C-level mecha is really not enough to look at in front of 3S, only the trembling of the whole body is left, and the remaining half of the neural network that is not polluted will be scared to death. After the griffin finished shaking its prestige, it proudly bounced back into the backpack. After a long while, seeing that it hadn't moved at all, it squeezed tremblingly behind Gavin and curled up into a ball.
"Don't be afraid, you are all machines anyway," Gavin said kindly, "You will definitely become good friends."
Gavin deleted the contaminated data, picked out the backup from the database and restored it, and spent another half an hour cleaning up the virtual spirit bolt.
The virtual spirit plug is equivalent to the intelligent brain of the mecha. It took two days to clean up the Griffon, but as a C-level mecha, Luanzhu is incomparable to the Griffin. It is probably just a preliminary artificial intelligence. If the level of independent thinking is converted to human beings, it is equivalent to a seven or eight-year-old child.
Gavin finished it in half an hour, turned off the computer and said, "Check your security system carefully, don't be infected with viruses again... I didn't touch your firewall, let Dean hire an artificial intelligence expert."
"Thank you," Luan Zhu said gratefully, "Analyzing from the source of the virus data, I should have been hacked by people from the Interstellar Military Academy. Principal Dana and Dean's father have different political views, and I have been hacked before—you are really amazing Will your mechanic come to drive me in tomorrow's race?"
Gavinge asked, "Didn't Dean drive you himself?"
"No, giant mechs below A-level occasionally need armed technicians to assist in driving. I am honored to be able to fight with you."
However, Gavin had no interest in a group of people driving C-level and D-level mechas to fight each other. He still rejected the enthusiastic chaos, telling it that Dean had paid for a senior technician to come over, and he was about to leave.
Luan Zhu was very reluctant to leave, stretched out a nerve belt and waved goodbye. Gavin also thought it was quite funny when he saw the twisting and twisting, so he pulled it lightly.
However, no one expected that at the moment when his fingers touched the nerve belt, a huge impact hit his face, and he felt his head buzzing in an instant!
— It is the mental pollution that has not been completely emptied!
Deleting viruses will definitely take time. The program sometimes runs fast and sometimes runs slowly. It is normal that the slow parts are not cleared. But Gavin didn't expect that with just such a light touch, the residual mental virus would hit him!
Is this also the effect of a high mental threshold? Humans can also be infected by mechs? !
Gavin let go of his hand, the computer fell to the ground with a slam, and the screen fell to pieces. He staggered back a few steps, leaned against the metal pipe wall, panting in shock.
Luan Zhu and Griffin were shouting something at the same time, but he couldn't hear it at all.
The strong, malicious, and destructive mental pollution swept all his consciousness in just a few seconds. Just like a tornado that goes deep into the sea, while stirring up huge shocks, it also stirs up countless ancient sediments deposited on the bottom of the sea.
Those images surged from the deepest part of the subconscious, swept over the sky and covered the sky, and formed countless scattered fragments one after another. Gavin felt extremely suffocated. He stretched out his hand to choke his throat, and saw in horror that the scene around him seemed to have changed—he was standing in a white-lit laboratory, and in front of him was a translucent cultivation cabin, in which lay a person in a trance. .
What is this place
Who am I
There seemed to be many people in white coats walking around behind him, talking about something, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn't see their faces clearly. He turned his head and stared at the training cabin in fear. For some reason, the sleeping figure inside made him very frightened, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to leave.
"This place is about to be blocked, Celia." A female voice said gently: "This is a waste product, don't read it, let's go."
Gavin turned his head, and was surprised to find that it was Dean Edna—she looked younger, holding a folder, her green eyes hidden behind the lenses, and she looked very intellectual and gentle.
He wanted to call Dean Edna, but what he said was—
"Why waste?"
Edna shook her head, "The mental wavelength is too different from yours, and the chance of the experiment succeeding is less than 1%. Of course, we can't kill you once to prove this conclusion, so we can only give up."
"what a pity."
Gavin found himself moving, his body seemed to have his own consciousness, he raised his hand to take off his white coat, and casually put it on a chair beside the petri dish.
Edna laughed and asked, "Do you have any clothes left?"
"It's just for safety." Celia turned and walked out of the laboratory, and said lightly: "Let's go."
The scene changed rapidly, Celia walked quickly in a long corridor, followed by a few attendants whose faces could not be seen clearly. Immediately, he stopped suddenly and pushed open the door heavily. In front of him was a luxurious office full of mess.
Several people were dragging two students out, the struggle and cursing stopped abruptly the moment he pushed the door open. A middle-aged man suddenly got up behind the desk: "Master Xi, Siria—"
"You'd better explain it to me, Mr. Fortson."
"Yes, just, as you can see, these two military cadets suddenly came here and beat and smashed—"
"Then the rumor that your son molested a female soldier in the military academy and was stopped and reported by two military academy students is all false?"
"No, no, Lord Celia! Please, please don't believe the nonsense of those jealous villains! You guys take them away first, hurry up! My lord, please listen to my explanation..."
"No, Fortson, I don't want to hear about your son anymore."
Congressman Fortson opened his mouth in vain, but before he could make a sound, he was blocked by Celia's resolute "shut up" gesture.
"What's your name?" Celia walked through the restless crowd and asked in front of the two cadets who were pushed to the ground.
The two men were at most eighteen or nineteen years old, their faces were bruised and purple from the beating, and there were bloodstains at the corners of their mouths and foreheads. One of the teenagers with dazzling blond hair was full of hostility in his eyes. After staring at Celia for a long time, he said vigilantly: "... Anders Aaron."
Celia turned to another.
The man's face was very handsome, his eyes were dark but restrained, and his sea-blue eyes seemed to be covered with thick ice. For some reason, when Gavin saw this person, an indescribable emotion suddenly surged in his heart—this feeling was indescribable, as if he was instantly familiar, but also had a trace of disgust, as well as an inexplicable deep sigh.
"Heinrich," he heard the cadet say, "my name is Seth Heinrich."
— Heinrich.
Gavin stretched out his hands to hold his eyes, and saw-like pain struck from the depths of his brain, almost cutting him in half alive.
Who am I? Who is Celia
Who is Heinrich
How did it all come about, why am I here
He knelt heavily on the ground, but his knee, which should have been in severe pain, did not respond at all. Her bodily perception seemed to be numb, she could neither feel pain nor see anything, until a long time later—perhaps centuries later—a hurried voice was heard from the haze: "Gavin, Gavin!"
"What's wrong with you, Gavin!"
"Hold on! I'll take you out of here right away!"
"...It's okay," Gavin grabbed Dean's strong arm in a daze, "get out of the way, or I—"
Before the words fell to the ground, a dizzy nausea rushed into his throat, and he almost vomited on the spot.
"It's okay, it's okay." Dean patted him on the back and helped him up vigorously.
Gavin leaned against him, supporting the wall with one hand, and took a long while to breathe with difficulty. The body's delayed senses gradually came back, his knees were indeed very painful, and there must be a large amount of blood seeping without looking.
Dean was also very embarrassed, with blood marks on his forehead and back of his hands: "I heard a voice inside, so I squeezed through the gap... What's the matter with you? Can you go?"
"Mecha mental pollution." Exhausted, Gavin barely stood up and said, "I seem to have a nightmare."
"Dream?! What did you dream about?"
"A student said his name was—"
Gavin paused suddenly.
He forgot what it was called.
Those scattered fragments that appeared in the dream, and the scene where the boy looked up and called out his name, were like sediments falling back to the depths of the sea, no matter what, he couldn't remember any more.
"... I forgot," Gavin said blankly after a long while, "I forgot everything..."
Dean looked at him in bewilderment, feeling that everything was wrong, but right now was not the time to ask questions casually.
Gavin's face was too pale, and his black hair was drenched in cold sweat. Seeing that he couldn't leave, Dean went over to help him up, and leaned on his arms, "Let's go, I'll take you to the military doctor's office."
"...Okay," Gavin panted slightly, and said extremely tiredly, "Thank you."
"Heinrich."
"My name is Seth Heinrich."
…
The emperor suddenly sat up straight and blurted out: "Marshal Celia—"
The sound stopped abruptly, and the study was quiet. The female officer who was about to wake him up looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty..."
"...Sorry." The emperor rubbed his temples, and said tiredly: "I fell asleep before I knew it, and had a dream. What do you want?"
The lady officer didn't know that the emperor dreamed about the scene when he met the Marshal for the first time a hundred years ago, but she could see that the emperor was not hesitating, so she was very careful in her words: "Your Majesty, Elder Longfellow of the Senate is asking to see you, and he said he wanted to ask you Report the latest developments of the exiled army's establishment of power in the Ophiuchus galaxy."
A sneer appeared on the corner of the emperor's mouth, "Please come in."
The female officer bowed and retreated, and after a while, an old man in black and gold robes walked quickly and bowed outside the door of the study: "Good afternoon, Your Majesty."
Heinrich casually pointed to the armchair and signaled him to sit down: "Is Ai Qing here to discuss the military newspaper? Please sit down, how is the establishment of the new regime of the exiled army going?"
Elder Longfellow showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, but he quickly regained his calm: "Why bother, Your Majesty, you know that I am not here to discuss such matters—speaking of which, why haven't you seen Miss Raisa in the palace recently? This She should be reviewing the documents with you in time, right?"
Longfellow looked around, but Heinrich sneered: "If you are talking about that Omega female doctor, she told me clearly that even if all the Alphas in the world are dead, she will not marry I'm the kind of person who would be a queen."
Longfellow: "…"
The poor elder struggled to his death: "This, this young lady is really self-willed. I will let her father explain it properly. How can she offend Your Majesty like this?"
"It doesn't matter. In fact, I haven't thought about marrying a wife and having children. If you don't want to talk about military affairs, you can leave now. To be honest, the recent exile army's invasion of the border of the empire is really annoying."
Heinrich made a gesture to pick up a document, but before he opened it, he was startled by Longfellow's stern voice: "—Your Majesty! You can't do this, Your Majesty!!"
Heinrich: "…"
"The empire has been established for fifty years! And you are still an Alpha in the prime of life! Don't you even have the urge to mark Omega at all?! Even if you don't have you, you still have to consider the issue of successors. After a hundred years, this huge empire will be handed over to you. In whose hands?! You must think twice about this question, Your Majesty!!"
"..." Heinrich quickly dug out half a box of myocardial infarction first aid pills from the drawer, stretched out his hand, and asked sincerely, "You left it when we talked about this last time. Do you want some?"
Longfellow snatched the pill bitterly.
The emperor kept watching him swallow two pills, and after making sure that he was safe, he said slowly: "I have always taken this issue to heart, but I don't want to just mark a partner just to satisfy my instinct to have offspring... just As you said, the empire has only been established for 50 years, the problems left over from the alliance period have not been completely eliminated, the national strength is weak and the people's hearts are unstable, it is too early to talk about the issue of successors."
The study room was silent, the emperor and the elder stared at each other for a while, and after looking at each other for a while, Longfellow finally said coldly: "Your Majesty, technology is very advanced now."
"...?"
"So even if it doesn't work, we should... also be able to treat it slowly, and we can't hide the disease from the doctor."
Heinrich was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the old man's serious face that was too serious to be beaten, and suddenly had the urge to be a tyrant.
Longfellow probably felt bad, and took a half step back quietly: "Your Majesty, you must calm down. Those media are also thinking about your health, and they have no other meaning at all... Do you want some tea? Do you want coffee?"
"... Get out of here..."
Longfellow stepped back two meters immediately.
"The next time I hear something like this, you-"
The emperor paused, every word was forced out between his teeth, and it sounded like a hissing voice: "I will give you an heir, but get out now... Now! Immediately!"
Longfellow didn't need him to repeat at all, and immediately turned and rushed out the door, as fast as a rabbit with its tail caught.
"Shut up those media!" The emperor, still angry, grabbed the document and threw it out. Longfellow quickly avoided it with long eyes behind his back, and turned around and shouted: "I can't do it! Freedom of speech is the right that citizens of the empire should have!"
"Fuck you—" Shit right! I am the emperor!
The emperor sat back in his chair heavily, watching Longfellow crawling and running away, the anger in his heart didn't show any signs of diminishing, on the contrary, it got hotter and hotter.
He caught a glimpse of the information that the exiled army had invaded the defense line of the border galaxy, and he was angry for a moment. He grabbed a pen and wanted to write something, but he just scratched the electronic board for no reason. The emperor slapped the pen on the table heavily, and after a moment of stalemate, he suddenly got up: "Come on!"
Several attendants walked in quickly, and it was obvious that the cat, who had known everything before, was hiding outside.
"Prepare the airship, I'm going to the Royal Military Academy." Heinrich paused, then said darkly, "Don't let anyone know!"
Caroline got the news of the emperor's visit while drinking tea with Edna.
Edna's complexion darkened, and she was about to get up to leave when the attendant stopped her respectfully: "Please don't avoid, Miss Dean Edna, Your Majesty also asked to see you by name."
The two women looked at each other, and each saw the heaviness in each other's eyes. Caroline coughed: "In this case, I would like to thank Your Majesty for thinking about it, let us go together to welcome His Majesty—"
Before the words finished, a cold and deep male voice came from the door of the research room: "No need, Caroline, I'm fine and I don't bother to come to see you."
The attendant bowed and retreated. Caroline and Edna stood up at the same time, and saw Seth Heinrich striding towards him in a black military uniform. His angular and masculine face seemed to be exuding The cold air makes people feel chills at the sight of it.
"Your Majesty seems to be always busy recently. I have asked to see you many times after Principal Dana conveyed the intention of handing over the mech phoenix. It seems that you are not available." Caroline changed the subject and asked calmly, "May I ask if your Majesty is here today?" for-?"
"It's not for Dana." Heinrich said coldly, "I have no objection to the ownership of Phoenix."
"That's really a pity, you actually think that the scientific research capabilities of the Interstellar Military Academy are stronger than ours."
"At least they didn't exhaust my patience during the fifty years of long waiting. Do you have any objections?"
"Your Majesty! The Alliance Phoenix is a double S-class mech, and its shell is made of five-dimensional alloy! The possibility of damaging the cockpit after forcibly prying it open is 100%!" Caroline paused, and asked in a soft voice: "Fifty years ago, the Phoenix Sealed Celia's body in the cockpit, haven't you forgotten?"
Heinrich stared at her expressionlessly.
"'In order to avoid destroying the remains, do not use violent means to open the phoenix forcibly'—this is the highest-level secret military order you personally set, have you completely forgotten it now?"
There was silence in the research room, the three of them stared at each other, their breaths of different lengths were clear.
After more than ten seconds, the emperor spoke slowly and clearly: "I am here to revoke this order."
Principal Caroline froze.
"I'm going to open the cab, but not for Phoenix."
"I want the DNA of Marshal Celia."
The research room suddenly fell into dead silence, and the emperor was expressionless, but the expressions of Caroline and Edna both changed at the same time.