Chapter 1: Who I Am
Introduction:
"Huainanzi Tianwen Xun": "Five stars and eight winds, twenty-eight nights." Five senses and six mansions, Purple Palace, Taiwei, Xuanyuan, Xianchi, Sishou, Tiana. ”
There is also a king of the Qing Dynasty who recites his grandson and says: Tian'a is the heavenly river.
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A burst of melodious music woke him up from his deep sleep, "It's time to wake up, your breakfast is ready." The shuttle will arrive in 45 minutes, so don't miss the departure time. ”
He rolled over and looked around.
It's a spacious apartment with soft lighting coming on little by little. The bed is in the corner of the room, with a built-in wardrobe on the wall next to it, and a square touch zone on the door.
He reached out and touched the closet door, and the silver, lightweight alloy door slid open, revealing rows of clothes inside.
It's all the same style.
On the other side of the room is an open kitchen and living room connected to each other, with an automatic food maker on the island. He walked over and hesitated on a few buttons with different food labels, but chose 'random' to see if there would be any surprises today.
The machine beeps softly, and a minute later the curtain door opens, and a sandwich is delivered from inside.
"It's this again. He silently accepted his fate, picked up the sandwich, and ate it in a few bites.
Let's be honest, the sandwich tastes good, but the biggest problem is that the taste never changes, as Forest Foods famously said: quality lasts forever, and so does the original taste.
But he already knew that no matter what he chose, whether it was a sandwich or a hot dog or a meat bun, the taste would be the same. In addition to the taste that has not changed for thousands of years, the nutrients and calories of synthetic foods are still sufficient. Such a palm-sized sandwich has more calories than even the same volume of pure fat, enough to support his activities all morning.
He snapped his fingers, and the blackout curtain on one side of the living room opened automatically, revealing the floor-to-ceiling window behind it. The sun was already shining outside the window.
The apartment is located on the top floor and has an excellent view of the bay below and the mountains stretching out into the sea beyond. On the coastline, there is a white sand beach with rows of sun loungers and umbrellas, and from high you can see angry bikini girls, running or sunbathing. And the sea was blue, and there were already a few white sails sprinkled on it. The city's wealthy seem to be industrious, and it's still very early, and many of them are already out to sea on yachts and sailboats.
An old airplane flies slowly over the bay, pulls out a ribbon from the back, and then condenses into a large line: Deep Space Energy.
Although the Bay Area is an invincible scenery, it is the same thing when you look at it every day.
He habitually looked out the window, walked to the workbench, picked up the sorted kit, looked at today's itinerary log, and walked to the door.
Outside the door was a long hallway, and a faint smell of burnt seemed to waft from behind a device cover, which made him instinctively feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at the cover, then at the time, and dismissed the idea of checking it out. Anyway, if there is a problem with the equipment, there will be maintenance personnel arriving within half an hour.
However, will there be equipment problems in this building, which has a cyclic self-test and has the ability to automatically repair and replace critical equipment?
The timer on his wrist began to vibrate slightly, alerting him that the time was almost up. He quickened his pace and made his way from the elevator to the rooftop, where a shuttle helicopter with a double spiral fan slurry was already waiting. When he appeared, the hatch opened automatically.
He boarded the shuttle and sat in his familiar window position.
"Please sit tight, the whole journey will take about eight minutes. "The soft electronic synthesized sound is still so familiar, I don't know how many times I've heard it.
"Maybe it's time for Deep Space Equipment to get a voice actor. He complained silently in his heart.
There is no pilot in the shuttle, and everything flies according to the downloaded route. The plane circled over the bay and took in the beautiful scenery of the bay area before it began to accelerate and fly towards the city center.
The prism machine flew close to the middle of a building, and the glass curtain wall in front of it split to both sides, revealing the internal apron.
He stepped out of the shuttle and followed the familiar route through the winding hallways to the reception hall.
A female researcher in a silver robe was already waiting at the door, she looked at the information board in her hand, and said, "You're always so punctual. ”
He bowed slightly, in respect.
The female researcher led him into another room, and after three consecutive scans of different colored lights, she pointed to the end of the room and said, "Enter through that door, there is the equipment you need today." ”
He nodded, and walked through the automatic door to see that a pistol, an arm shield, and a rectangular, palm-sized autoinjector were already on the workbench in the room.
At this time, the automatic door closes and locks. Then a synthesized electronic sound with a special frequency is played:
"Subject 1120, please use the standard interface to receive today's test program. ”
Hearing this voice, the color in the depths of his pupils changed accordingly, and if you looked closely, it was a blue light composed of countless tiny numbers. From this moment on, all his feelings faded, and only a mechanical cold consciousness remained.
He reached for the square device on the wall and pressed it in the designated area. A metal probe stretched out and pierced into his palm, and a piece of data was transmitted, and the experimental program appeared in his field of vision today.
"Today's Experiment Procedure:
1) Download Melee Gun Fighting 0.1a...... The download is complete.
2) Inject a low-light vision enhancer.
3) Enter the fighting room and test your melee firearm fighting skills.
4) After the test is completed, enter room 3 and take the intelligent personality test. ”
With the completion of the data download, he naturally had all the data of this electromagnetically driven pistol, all the data of the alloy arm shield, and hundreds of different postures and tactics after the combination of the gun and shield.
He picked up the autoinjector on the table, aimed it at his forearm, and pressed the switch. With a soft thud, the needle is pierced into the arm, and the injection is complete. He felt a little sore, and after a moment his vision began to change, and the room seemed to become brighter.
Following the procedure, he picked up his pistol, mounted his arm shield, and walked into the adjacent martial arts test hall. The hall was empty, and the lights began to dim as soon as he entered, until only four small dark red lights remained at the corners of the ceiling.
In a large hall, a few small lights can only illuminate a radius of one meter around you, and the middle ground is almost invisible.
But his vision began to adjust as the light changed, and everything in the hall was in full view, except for a slight blur of details.
"Transmitting Visual Data...... The transfer is complete. Combat test first item, basic attack, ready to start, three, two, one!"
Several secret doors suddenly appeared on the walls of the hall, and more than a dozen small drones flew out of them, and in an instant, multiple dark red laser dots hit his head.
When the aiming laser landed on his head, he suddenly slid sideways, shook off all the laser locks, and the right hand holding the gun flew up, bringing out a phantom, and the muzzle of the gun instantly spewed out a faint blue fire, and the sound of electromagnetic explosions became one.
The drones in the air were hit by volleys one after another, and they caught fire and burned. The surviving drones began to maneuver desperately, but they couldn't escape the lock-on and were blown up one by one.
"The first test was successful, the second test was prepared. ”
A large cleaning drone in the shape of a cigar flew in, opened its belly, sucked in all the wreckage on the ground, and flew out.
"Test the second item, basic defense. ”
Another automatic turret protruded from the wall of the hall, and a beam of aiming laser shone on him. The turret then spewed fire, firing at a low rate of three rounds per second.
This is a turret that uses old-fashioned gunpowder ammunition and deliberately slows down the rate of fire.
The moment the turret locked onto him, he stepped back three meters to avoid the turret lock, leaving the bullet empty. Although it is an old-fashioned turret, the aiming program is an advanced version, and if you miss a hit, the turret will start to dynamically change its strategy, no longer focusing on his head and chest, and will always aim at his limbs, and even predict his movements and block the space in advance.
After dodging the first wave of attacks, he no longer simply dodges. Because the rate of fire of the turret began to increase, and more turrets appeared.
In his field of vision, the turret's firing path appears in a straight line, and several melee combat poses automatically appear in his mind, either dodging or blocking.
He made several moves in quick succession, avoiding most of the shots, and the attacks he couldn't dodge were shielded with his arm. The rain of bullets continued to spark on the arm shield, and it was soon cratered. However, the effect of this set of fighting techniques is indeed extraordinary, and under the siege of several turrets, it can still deal with it with ease.
But with the turret's rate of fire increasing again, he finally had the time to compromise on one or the other. In a moment of crisis, he blocked two bullets that were fired into the chest, and then with a muffled grunt, he was shot in the thigh.
"Test 2 is over, and the evaluation is excellent. ”
As the synthesizer announces the result, all turrets stop firing and retract back to the wall. Another drone flew into the hall and hovered over the wound in his thigh. Three wire-thin robotic arms reach into the wound, clamp out the warhead, and spray it with medical gel.
He moved his legs, and he was already moving freely.
A door opened at the end of the hall, and a synthesized voice prompted, "Please go to room three and take the intelligent personality test." ”
"Intelligent personality?" a faint question suddenly popped up in his cold emotion.
The synth pitch suddenly rises and becomes abrupt, "Abnormal data fluctuations detected outside the program!"
He was startled, and he had a premonition of danger. He instinctively suppressed all his mood swings and returned to a mechanical cold state.
A dozen heavily armed warriors burst out of the secret door and surrounded him, followed by several researchers hurrying in. The female researcher who brought him in looked at him carefully, slowly approached, and reached out to touch his eyes.
He was motionless, red danger warnings popping out of his field of vision.
The female researcher stretched his eyes wide, looked at his pupils carefully, and then turned back and said, "The data is not abnormal, it should be a false positive." The alarm is dismissed, and the experiment continues. ”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the armed warriors rushed away, disappearing into the secret door.
A researcher next to him whispered, "Do you want to stop and check again?"
"There's no need, we're already 15 percent behind. “
The male researcher spread his hands and said, "You have the final say." “
He continued on, into room three.
It is a room with a base of white and light blue, with nothing but a chair. In front of the chair is an empty wall.
He walked over and naturally sat down in his chair, his hands on the armrests, in a perfectly upright position.
The lights dimmed and the wall in front of it changed color, turning into a screen for the entire wall. A short sentence appeared on the screen, only three large characters.
Who are you?