Junk boats also have names, which sounds ridiculous. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoConsidering that compared to the mothership, the huge hull is not inferior, and the power it possesses, it is not surprising that it has a name.

The Interstellar Dust, an exaggerated-sounding name, was applied to a junk ship, and Jasmine almost fell to the ground laughing. She obtained the ship's landing permit as a maintenance worker. When the scooter swayed inside the giant ship, it was already 3 hours after the accident was sucked into the hull.

She was a little proud. Although controlling a functional spaceship with little defense was no big deal, she simply rejoiced in her success. Unfortunately, there was no air and no supplies, and she had a lot of privileges, but she couldn't get a drop of water or a bite of bread on the Stardust. Hungry, she drove aimlessly around the desolate interior of the spaceship, and it was reasonable to be depressed.

Then she was in trouble again. The hull diagram that should have existed in the database was missing, causing her to use the schema to find the general control room and suppress the ship's plan to frustrate. What's even more incredible is that she can't communicate with the ship's intelligence system. Several attempts to contact the main control system and explore the location of the main control room were interrupted due to poor communication.

Hungry, frightened, tired, and everything went wrong, Jasmine fell asleep on the scooter with tears in shame. It was two hours later when she was awakened by the alarm in the spacesuit. The life support system is in a red state, and water, oxygen, and energy are all close to the warning line. Either find supplies within 6 hours or suffocate to death, there are very few options in front of her.

Jasmine shook her head, dizzy from low blood sugar, and it took a while to realize the seriousness of the situation. After thinking about it for a while, the bad situation made her cry. The companions still don't know her situation, do they abandon their original plan and find another way out, or do they force their way in to rescue her?

The thought of being left behind and becoming a lonely ghost in space made every pore on her body stand up.

"No, cheer up. I'm going to the general control room, I'm going to take control of the ship. ”

Jasmine cheered herself up as she connected to the Stardust's internal circuit through the terminal. Since the external communication is not smooth, she has to use extraordinary means to directly control this intelligent system with a bad brain from the inside.

Enter the ship's internal network in the form of free will. Jasmine is like a ghost floating in a virtual space made up of a large number of data lines. She now takes on a translucent shape, moving in a floating position. It is said that this is a visual perception of human beings' own consciousness. In other words, Jasmine's image in cyberspace is actually what she thinks of as her soul, a cute elf who is light and weightless.

The spaceship's virtual space is made up of complex pathways. These pathways correspond to pipeline facilities of various calibers, textures, and capacities in the real world. Its complexity is far greater than the hardware structure of the spacecraft, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has entered the maze of information.

Luckily, she came prepared. Using the latest route scraping tools, she copied the route information from the virtual space as the main navigation reference. At the same time, she also has a killer feature, an automatic wayfinding elf. These tiny virtual sprites, after being released, traveled all over the network at a very fast speed, drawing the most detailed network topology map for her.

In less than five minutes after diving into the virtual space, she had mastered more than 80% of the virtual data information on the Stardust.

Far from being satisfied with these results, Jasmine was disappointed. She couldn't crack all of the old and unguarded garbage ship information system in the first place. This not only hurt her self-confidence, but also cast a shadow on her complete control of the ship.

The 20% invisible part is what she wants to work towards. In her body, the sense of honor as a top hacker was fully aroused. She forgot about hunger, ignored the urgency of time, abandoned loneliness, and focused on cracking the system. Her face was flushed and stubborn, and her self-esteem, which belonged only to hackers, did not allow her to be defeated at the hands of the ordinary system.

She believes that the hidden part represents the Stardust's master control room. Although she didn't know why such a low-security spaceship had an internal security system that exceeded the necessary ones, she threw herself into the cracking operation without hesitation.

This is a war, a war that belongs to her. She is a veteran in her profession, she has her own pride, and she despises enemies who can only play tricks.

With doubts in her heart, Jasmine's movements became more cautious. She kept all the electronic warfare props in her hand within easy reach of the virtual screen. The elf in the state of the soul swayed and floated towards a hidden position in the electronic circuit.

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Far away from where the Jasmine scooter was, at the other end of the ship's main passage, surrounded by numerous branch passages, hidden in an inconspicuous small room between the many mechanical equipment and pipelines. Rows of streamers light up one by one. Outside the visible light range, a huge amount of data information is interacted between the thick data pipelines that converge into the chamber from the outside world. If Jasmine had come to the area virtually at this time, she would have seen a torrent of dazzling data surging inside and outside the small room.

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Entering a familiar field, although she is still in an unfamiliar environment, Jasmine seems to be a different person. She is no longer timid, and she doesn't think too much, just uses the software tools around her to carefully search for every detail in the data space. Her movements are not fast, but they are definitely not slow. The information that makes up 60% of the architecture of the Stardust data space is filtered. She is gradually advancing, approaching the mysterious data space at the core.

At this point, she can be sure that she must have won the lottery. This is no ordinary junk ship. At least it hides more secrets inside.

A more luxurious and fast data bus structure than ordinary capital ships. Far surpassing the cruiser, it has reached the number of data interactions at the level of the Wanderer. Can this still be called a garbage boat? It's simply the number of data interactions that a capital battleship has.

She wondered, is this a capital warship disguised as a garbage ship, or nowadays, even the garbage ship needs to take into account the capabilities of the capital ship?

The instincts of the top hackers made her more cautious. The closer she got to the secret part, the more she turned around in three steps, cautious to the extreme.

Her vigilance soon paid off. Jasmine discovers that her identity on the ship, ostensibly as the highest-ranking maintenance personnel, is actually trailing an inconspicuous data mark at the end of her identification information. This little trick is very secretive, and she cracked two foolish password locks in a row before she found the clue of the problem.

The so-called identity of the maintenance personnel is all a scam. What really works is that data labeling. The data processing power of the portable terminal was insufficient, and it was not until five minutes later that the meaning of the data labeling was truly deciphered.

The content of the mark is that if an intruder to be monitored discovers a behavior with a danger level of B or higher, it will be eliminated immediately.

In the virtual state, she does not sweat, and Jasmine instinctively feels the illusion of cold sweat. What the hell was she on? There is such a vicious trap waiting for her? Looking around this humble virtual space, of course, the original sense of security was gone, she only felt that there were pairs of prying eyes around her, and her every move was meticulous.