"Energy reaction detected,Docking in progressDocking successfulVerification password verificationData is corrupted through data retrieval,Extraction failedRetrieving backup file areaObtaining a playable sourceA copy to start reading data"

The screen formed by the storm showed a lot of text in the air, and the space between the words was very obvious, and sometimes there was even a slight pause. But the good thing is that in the end, there is something to gain, which is something to celebrate for the rest of them.

Even the girl who couldn't see anything was unconsciously infected by the joy of the people around her, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if something good was about to happen.

"Welcome back, Commander!" The head of the humanoid machine appeared on the screen, its right hand slightly raised, as if it were talking to its own arm.

"Long time no see!" The storm made additional noises, but received no reply.

The lieutenant was still tweaking something into his arm, and soon it said again: "Welcome back, Commander!" "And then there was no then.

"Cassette?" Yu Siqi muttered quietly.

The Pawa flute beside him felt the same way, and he couldn't help but lean forward slightly, stretch his neck and say, "It's time to change players." ”

"Why don't you try it?" Storm said angrily, as if he himself was very unhappy with this 'cassette' phenomenon.

After a brief adjustment, the lieutenant reappeared on the Storm's screen, still speaking to his arm, "Welcome back, Commander!" Unexpectedly, the stutter appeared again, and this particularly uncomfortable phenomenon reminded Yu Siqi of the era when CDs were popular, once the cassette phenomenon appeared, he would probably be so anxious. While they were still discussing whether to continue, the adjutant on the screen moved and said a new line: "I think for you who have just woken up from a sweet dream, everything may still be so beautiful." Of course, that's what I'm supposed to do. Now, I am going to dictate to you what has happened to you three thousand six hundred and seventy-two years from now, which may be helpful to you, or perhaps it may simply be to let the enemy know how naïve I am personally doing. You may wonder why I would choose such a primitive means of recording when there is a database. Unfortunately, just as I was about to head to the database, the surviving units of the cooldown group sent me a final operational report, most of the functional areas of the fortress had fallen into the hands of the enemy, the invaders were much stronger than we thought, and more importantly - I met the 'father'. You can't believe how shocked you are to see your 'producer' in person, let alone the fact that he is the mastermind of this invasion. Some of the sensations that I can't describe with the resources available to me are present in my organism, whether they are so-called emotions or just bugs caused by the fact that I haven't been connected to the host for too long, and there is no time for me to check myself. It was a sunny day, we were working with Station Master Sgen on a resupply transfer, and everything was spiraling out of control. At first, a few hours after we had already flown out of the station, a group of station support staff who claimed to be lost asked us to be able to take them back, and then we were alerted to a fire in the cargo hold. For such an emergency, I immediately chose to control this group of people, and decided to return them to Stationmaster Sgen by airdrop, after all, I don't want anything unpleasant with the only ground supply point. But the other party was obviously not very cooperative, and at night, when the two service robots went to deliver food, they forcibly detained them as hostages. Although they were quickly rescued, the devastation caused by the abominable humans forced me to order them to be sent back to the repair department for rehabilitation. After this kind of evil happened, Mark, Wei Lian, and Reddy all thought that they should just throw these humans down to make them realize that even machines can be angry, but I vetoed them. I've wondered countless times if my stupid decision was the only chance to bury our lives. Unfortunately, I don't have time to reflect on what I've done. Because the 'father' appeared, I don't know how the 'father' infiltrated the fortress, and how he liberated the group of humans who were held in a secret place by us, there is no data to show the trace of the 'father', and there is no data to provide any information about the 'father', only the face I saw when I first opened my eyes, the face that I will never forget, with a cruel smile. Sorry, Commander, I seem to be a little distracted. It's hard to imagine that I've sent out all the 'naughty' people who take care of you to defend yourself against foreign enemies in order to give yourself a good place to talk. I am very sorry, and I sympathize with them for the misfortune that is about to befall them. But we have to thank them for the time they fought so hard for me, so I'll cut it short. Those humans, or rather, they were human beings. In the course of their fight against us, they will perform a ritual of transformation that borders on madness, and after that, they can no longer technically be called human. Transformed into an incredibly hard skin, most of our ranged attack methods are largely ineffective. And when they move, they constantly emit terrible resonant sounds, and the sound waves generated in such strange ways can make our communication devices basically blind. In order to deal with such a formidable enemy, I've given all units that can be put into combat extra vision, and I've replaced them with elongated cutters so that they have the means to slice through the enemy's body. Despite all my countermeasures, it didn't help much. Soon, your cherished 'cuties' were destroyed in front of your core gates, all killed, and none survived. As if they were laughing at my incompetence, the killers of the 'cuties' tried to convert me. I don't know if I resisted that terrible slavery, but I think I probably bought myself a little bit of time. But since they're so welcoming, I think I'll have to give a little bit of a good night in return, Commander."

Then came the deafening explosion, and the picture was officially cut off. The crowd who listened to this account was a little confused, because in Pavadi's hypothesis, there must have been something called the 'Ark Project' that had been preserved. But now all they hear, there is only a record of the adjutant alone fighting heroically to the end.

That's weird.

The storm that spit out of the stone turned into a woman's appearance again, pinched the small stone and thought for a long time, and said, "As a result, I still don't get any information that will help me, hey! Adjutant, you said you might as well wake me up at the beginning, let's put on a big fireworks show or something together! ”

"If you like fireworks so much, I can give you a chance." A small flame appeared in the palm of the Pawa Flute and said, "Please." ”

"Just kidding, who's going to light up the starry sky with a bad old man like you!" Storm waved his hand and said, "What should we do now, this core is broken like this, I don't have any good way." ”

"Where's your adjutant's control room?" Pavadi asked suddenly.

"Why do you suddenly want to ask this question?" Storm said in some surprise: "My core is broken like this, it is estimated to be worse than me, don't think too much." ”

"I can't tell," said Parvadi mildly, "if both cores are broken, then this great fortress should not be able to fly long ago, right?" ”