Loneliness can destroy a person, especially when you are in an exile ark scarred and drifting endlessly in the dark, this loneliness will be multiplied: the ruins outside the safe zone of the ark, the space outside the spaceship. The dark space, the unchanging cabin of the spaceship, and the rigid shipboard main engine, these things can bring a strong-willed soldier to the brink of collapse. Except for the immortal species like Xiling Apostle or God, few mortals can face such a long and hard battle. And lonely years, I believe that Commander Warren Field is a well-trained soldier, and as a member of the old imperial servants, he should have the qualities of tenacity and bravery, but these things have not helped He survived his twelfth year - which is a pity, but the records we have found suggest that the last sliver of his sanity disappeared in the twelfth year.
But everything is still inconclusive. There are still some rooms in the deep part of the work area that have not been found. There may be materials left by Warren Field in the last days of his life. Even in a state of madness, the starship commander still instinctively Driven to keep writing things that are of great significance to him on the walls and equipment, although there are a lot of nonsense in those words, we can still find information related to this ghost ship if we sort it out carefully. At least based on the information we have found so far, we have been able to determine the purpose of this ship, haven't we
The rooms in the work area were opened one by one, and more than half of the doors were locked, requiring Sandora to forcibly cut them, but the other half of the rooms could be easily entered: the doors were not locked. This is also normal, after all, there was only one crew member living here, so it doesn't make much sense to lock the door or not. The little crow released all her fissures. Although those extremely fast and clever little ones are not very literate (their mothers can't read all the words), they already know that the large section of symbols engraved on the wall is what we want. What they were looking for, they chirped in front, and we followed behind to record, and more and more information was presented in front of Sandora and me. Most of the meaningful is Warren's diary before he went crazy:
"Warren Field's diary, the ninety-sixth day, seems to be a little bit used to this kind of life, regular work and rest, regular meals, regular work and exercise, except that he can't communicate with people and can't go out shopping Everything is the same as before, military life is so monotonous and boring. But I still hope that there will be a little more interesting entertainment here, and the designers of the spaceship-maybe they shouldn't be judged, but they really don't know enough about mortals. The ship's The rec room is almost a joke, they just improvised the room based on the logic of 'mortals need entertainment' and didn't put anything in it that I'm interested in. Looks like I'm going to have to have some fun on my own.”
"Warren Field's diary, the 123rd day, I spent half a day chatting with the shipboard host today. This rigid thing does seem to have a personality, but it is the way of thinking of the apostles of Xiling. In my opinion It’s almost like a machine. I’ve never liked her very much, but today it’s changed a bit. Because I suddenly realized that the only person who can talk to me on this spaceship seems to be this ai. This silent spaceship is ready As little ai as possible, the shipboard host is the smartest guy you can find here. Chatted with the shipboard host about this mission. Escaping, looking for other survivors, sending messages and other things that were not sent after the catastrophe Survivor exchange... A trivial job, but it must be done. The shipboard host is always emphasizing the importance of this task, as annoying as before, but at least it can be chatted away."
"Warren Field's diary. On the 150th day, it was another day of doing nothing. I gave myself a few days off according to the habit on the ground, but I didn't know what the meaning of the holiday was. I chatted with the shipboard host about the spaceship. Architecture thing, but not the point. Now I'm used to referring to that ai as 'she', even though the ship's mainframe declares itself genderless, I think it seems to make me feel better to see her as a female, that's it, In this way, I have a reason to endure her more and more frequent health advice and daily reminders, I am not sick, and I do not have any psychological problems, why does this host warn me to reduce my intake of stimulating drinks every day?"
While checking each room, we collected these records, and sorted out the valuable information on the data terminal in chronological order. All the information seemed to conform to a rule: the records with dates were left in the first twelve years. Yes, the gibberish records were left behind, but just when we thought we had no problem with Warren Field's guess, an unexpected diary entry appeared: it was inscribed in what looked like a computer room Some inconspicuous corner of my room, with dates organized:
"Warren Field's diary, the 6,000th day, a number worth recording, I finally realized what happened, what happened before today was a nightmare, I almost destroyed myself, but the good news is finally I’m here, maybe I should thank the chattering host computer, her high-decibel health advice for three consecutive days and three nights made me unable to continue indulging in the crazy state. I must reorganize my thoughts and find ways to avoid entering this kind of madness again Effective means of status, Warren, you must persevere, you are the best Hykona, you should complete this task with dignity and tenacity! You are not here to let anyone know your merits, but to complete the military mission Just standing in this spaceship, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this, remember this!"
Seeing this diary, Sandora and I looked at each other in dismay, and Lilina beside me also had a look of incredulity: "This guy... unexpectedly survived by himself? Sure enough, it is different from the mental model of the earthlings..."
"There is also the credit of the shipboard main engine," Sandora said in a low voice, "the shipboard main engine has been trying to help this human being stay healthy, but she was designed to control this spaceship, so she doesn't have more Other aspects of functions. The time when Warren Field went crazy seemed to last for more than three years, and the shipboard host should have been trying to reawaken him during this period... But she never thought that it would be more suitable than making the medical robot violent way."
"It would be great if we could find that mainframe." I looked around. Theoretically, the terminals of the shipboard mainframe should be located in all cabins of the spacecraft, but the voice of that mainframe could not be heard here at all. "We have been here for so long. Time, the shipboard main engine didn’t respond, could it have crashed already?”
"It's possible that the ghost ship's navigation system may be separate from the ship's main engine. Its current evasive navigation may also be related to the ship's main engine downtime," Sandora nodded in agreement, "We should find a way to find the main engine room , Restart the mainframe there to know more things, but the diary left by this human has not mentioned the clues of the mainframe room until now.”
The core area of the spaceship has a weird interference environment and a peculiar structure that even Sandora can't understand, and the main computer room may even be located in a different space, so we can only hope that Warren Field's diary can mention How to enter the main computer room, unfortunately, no one has found anything about it until now.
So we can only sort out more and more broken diaries.
At present, it seems that Warren Field's main activity area after regaining consciousness has been transferred from the rest cabin and food production room to the radar observation room and two workshops. The diaries dated after six thousand days are all concentrated in this place, although these There are fewer diaries. But as long as the first article is found, the other articles will be discovered one after another soon. We found some more interesting things on the wall of the radar observation room, which seems to prove that even if the starship commander regained consciousness, he could not Get rid of the nightmare in your head completely:
"Warren Field's diary, the 6170th day, a terrible thing happened today, I don't know why... I thought I was completely used to everything here, used to doing things alone and being in a daze with the only one here. A voice chatting. But suddenly I heard another person talking in my ear! Yes, another person, besides Warren Field and the ship's main engine, there is a third awake guy in this ship! Where is he? Playing hide and seek with me? Another hibernation failure. Waking up another poor guy? Oh, maybe it's not a bad thing, I've got an extra company, and it's not my fault... I'm going to find him!"
"Warren Field's diary. Day 6172, nothing. The 'third man' has been talking in my ears for two days. He seems to be living in the next room, but the cunning guy always I can find the blind spot of my line of sight. It seems that it is not easy to find the 'third person' by my own efforts. I have considered checking the situation of the dormant compartment to determine which nasty guy has woken up and is driving this way with me. It's a nasty joke, but the hibernation system is still malfunctioning, and the hibernation pod refuses to open from the outside, and I haven't seen those laying guys in years. I tried to get the shipboard host to help me in the afternoon, but I was refused, that stubborn guy Guy, she insisted that the 'third person' doesn't exist at all, and made me give up this normal effort, it seems that a machine is a machine, and I already liked her a little bit, but now it seems that the AI is really different from a human. "
"Warren Field's diary, the six thousand one hundred and seventy-third day, a gray day."
The ship's host is right, the 'third man' doesn't exist, it's all poor Warren hallucinating. I locked myself in a closed cabin at the suggestion of the shipboard host, and monitored my every move with four sets of cameras. When the 'third person' reappeared and talked to me about the rising sun in my hometown, it was me who was talking. "
"Warren Field's diary, the 6176th day, I'm in a bad mood, I may fall into a new madness, I must find a way to reverse this situation. The shipboard host suggested that I cultivate a To maintain hobbies, there is sufficient material supply here, and all non-destructive hobbies can be satisfied. For the first time, I think that maybe this rigid girl's proposal has some reference value: Although her proposal is still 'based on logic', it is This time sounds much more reliable, more reliable than the treatment plan. It's strange, when will the shipboard host make such suggestions? Don't think so much, Warren, cheer up, and try to find something these days do it."
After that, there was a long period of blankness. We searched for a long time and did not find any diaries between the sixth thousandth day and the seventh thousandth day, that is, a relatively short period after the sixteenth year. During this period, Warren may have Changed a new place to write his message. This is a habit of the starship commander we found: he will get used to writing his diary in a fixed place during each period of time. More than ten days, as long as one or two years. This more or less makes it a little easier for us to organize these materials.
Finally, we found a record with a later date in an empty room at the end of the corridor, and the date jumped back a lot:
"Warren Field's diary, the 8,500th day. I haven't written a diary for a long time, so I forgot the date. I only found out today's date after asking the shipboard main engine. During this period of time, I was in a state of numbness, but I I think this should be the best state: nothing to be happy about. But there is no depression. Such days may be a bit dull, but at least it is good to be alive, thinking about those who did not escape. And I found a new way to comfort myself: the shipboard host reported that the damage of the ship was worse than expected. It was originally designed to sail for millions of years, but now the shipboard host estimates that it can only fly a hundred thousand For about two years, maybe there will be no second survivors until the spaceship disintegrates. Those people in the dormant cabin may disappear into the endless void with the spaceship without knowing it, and what about me? Oh, lucky Wo Ron, woke up alone. But at least I can enjoy being alive for a while before the ship disintegrates, walking and breathing freely, which is actually not bad."
"Warren Field's diary, the 8522nd day. Another diary entry, used to record good mood. I have been tending the vegetable garden all day today. My nursery has grown well this year. I remembered a few years ago The suggestion made by the host: develop a hobby that can be maintained on the starship. Now it seems that this suggestion is really the genius idea of that rigid girl. The plant seeds found in the Ganaku are completely adapted to the artificial soil. I can eat it again today It’s time for fresh vegetables grown by myself—although the food synthesized by the spaceship tastes good, but the things grown by myself are meaningless. I invite the shipboard host to have dinner with me, fresh vegetable stew, of course. That rigid The girl refused righteously, and used a lot of logical arguments to explain why she couldn't eat, she was always so serious, fortunately she was just an AI."
"Warren Field's diary. The 8546th day. Take care of the vegetable garden, record some data, and watch the old videos in the database. This is life. I didn't expect to bring it out for civilization reconstruction. Video data is now a good thing to relieve boredom. The crazy days of the past few years are really unimaginable. If I could realize the value of 'diverting attention' at that time, it would be great, and I could save many years of wasting time. Shipboard host She said that the video materials she found are enough for me to watch for a lifetime. She is really a caring guy, but unfortunately she is a bit dull—she thought those educational films and formulas were also "entertainment media", and enthusiastically sent those things to me, as if expecting praise Like. Well, at least her motives are good, but I don’t know when her spirit-like head will understand what 'entertainment' is."
This was followed by a long blank period in which the diary was interrupted, or transferred to other sections we have not yet discovered. Warren Field has been awake for more than 20 years. This ordinary person with a mortal heart has experienced a series of changes in the past 20 years. He has been strong and optimistic, and he has restrained himself with discipline. He relies on some kind of stimulating drink Numbing his heart, he fell into madness and self-abandonment for a short time. He was trapped in the "third person" hallucination caused by schizophrenia, and finally he was freed with the help of the ship's main engine. He seemed to have planted flowers and plants on the spaceship. And find entertainment to immerse yourself in.
We still don't know what went wrong with the ship's systems that woke up Warren Field alone, but so far it seems that the mortal officer didn't end up self-destructing in the end, which may be the only good thing .
If Warren Field belongs to a race with similar physiological indicators as humans, then he should be past middle age: we still have to find out the final destination of this starship commander.
Lilina had been running around looking for clues with the little crows, and suddenly found something, and shouted in the corridor outside: "Boss, boss! There is still a cabin here!"
Sandora and I ran out quickly, and saw her and the little crow pushing a metal plate away from the wall of the alloy corridor: this metal plate seems to be part of the deformable corridor, and I don’t know if it was Warren back then. It was still the operation performed by the shipboard main engine, which happened to block another cabin section in the inner working area.
We finally found the new record here, engraved on the hallway wall:
"Warren Field's Diary, Day 30,000. An absolutely memorable day, such a huge number: It's incredible how long I've been awake."
Looking in the mirror, I found that I was already very old. I had a serious illness a few days ago. Although I was rescued by the medical room, I don’t know when the next illness will be. Probably everything is almost over. "
At the beginning of the design of this ship, it was not considered that a crew member could live indefinitely. This is just a hastily built exile spaceship, lacking the necessary life modification equipment: even if there is, they should be located in the outlying area that has been completely scrapped, and The Hykona aren't an immortal species either, so it looks like it's time to accept that fact. "
I left this record because something disturbing happened a few days ago. I thought it was necessary for me to leave some words to explain where I ended up, and to explain to people who woke up later why I did something. some decisions. "
Three days ago, I tried to bypass the host computer and activate all the dormant pods. "
Although this behavior was quickly stopped by the system and I regained my sobriety, I realized that I was falling into a new round of madness again. The crazy thoughts that had been haunting me for a lifetime, and I thought I had been completely suppressed. A comeback was planned, and this time, Warren Sr. didn't have the willpower to fight it. "
Activating other dormant facilities is a stupid idea. The shipboard host has explained this problem: the system in the core area of the spacecraft is damaged, and there cannot be enough supplies here. If other dormants wake up, they can only wait to die slowly together. I believe in that girl, we have lived together for so long, she has never lied to me... So I have to find a way to completely avoid myself doing such a stupid thing again someday in the future. "
I am in the little warehouse at the end of the corridor, and from this day forward, no matter what happens, I will not leave that room until the moment of natural death. If anyone who wakes up later can see these texts, they can come to me here and reawaken the mainframe through the terminal in my hand: In order to prolong the life of the spacecraft as much as possible, the shipboard mainframe and other core redundant systems will Shut it down when you die, hope it buys you more time, you lying bastards. "
Of course, if you were awakened according to the normal process, then you must have encountered other surviving spaceships, and you probably don’t need to come here to find anything, I hope so. "
Warren Field, the captain of the sixth ship Xiling, was on duty on the last day. "
We finally found the starship commander, in the small warehouse at the end of the corridor.
The air here has been evacuated, the temperature is kept at an extremely low level, the internal environment is similar to space, and the most energy-saving way is used to maintain the state of the captain after death: this is obviously done by the main engine of the ship before shutting down.
A skinny old man was sitting on a chair facing the warehouse door, with white beard and hair, and he was still wearing the uniform of the servants of the old empire. It was obvious that he took care of himself for the last time before he died.
The old man's hands were stiffly frozen on his chest, and the data terminal that could wake up the ship's main engine was in his hand. (To be continued..) RT