When Chu Guang discovered that Vault 100's communication module was overloaded, he almost reflexively judged that a similar situation had occurred in Vault 79 in this vault - the tomb that should have been sleeping was hovering with haunting ghosts. However, the end result was beyond his expectations. According to the information exchanged by the player on the forum, the overload of the information module was not due to the human cause of his imagination, but because the ignition of the fusion reactor caused the restart of the life monitoring module to awaken the sleeping artificial intelligence, causing the "dome self-destruct program" that was terminated a century and a half ago to continue to read.

Luckily, his young players cleverly used the clues left for them by the "grave keeper" to expand the range of the life monitoring sensors, and succeeded in allowing the AI administrators to determine the bugs in the vault as descendants of the shelter residents, thus ending the dome's self-destruct process.

The rest is simple.

As long as the communication module is repaired, the administrator rights are regained, and the pile of bugs left by the 60-year game between the "tree man" and the "worker ants" in the database can be completely removed, and the shelter can be restored to normal.

After two centuries, this sanctuary has been

Not suitable as a casting well, it needs to continue to exist as a refuge, at least until the bugs inside are disposed of.

When the situation is right, the Coalition will re-decide on the use of this Vault.

However, there was still a trace of doubt in Chu Guang's heart about this refuge.

Aside from the overseer named Craig, who died in the vault as a human, where did the other 110 residents who uploaded their thoughts to the circuit boards?

He found no trace of the 110 residents in the vault's database.

They don't just upload their thoughts to the board and then disappear out of the shelter.

Just as Chu Guang was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that when his player had just entered the shelter, Xiao Qi seemed to have mentioned that the terminal at the door had a record of visiting it in 2190.

The year 2190 is the 61st year of the Wasteland Era.

This year happened to be the point in time when the last survivor of the Vault, the Overseer named Craig, disappeared from the Vault.

Vault 101.

After a few days, Chu Guang visited Dr. Method again, and the meeting place was still the same café where they had connected before.

However, unlike last time, this café in a corner of the downtown area was almost full of people, and it was not until he walked to the corner near the cabinet in the depths of the store that Chu Guang found a way to wave to him.

"This way."

Walking in front of Dr. Method, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to pull the chair directly opposite his seat and sat down, and said straight to the point.

"Thank you for the password, the legacy of Vault 100 has been a blessing in the coffin for us, especially the plasma engine.

Hearing Chu Guang's thanks, Dr. Method smiled slightly, took a sip of the coffee cup on the table, and said in a pleasant tone.

"Really? It's a pleasure to help you, and I think the residents of Vault 100 will be happy to have someone to carry on their unfinished mission for them.

Chu Guang sighed softly.

"We tried to scrape together enough materials to produce a prototype from that black box and dismantle the prototype, but unfortunately, our engineers couldn't fully digest the technology, let alone find a way to produce it outside the black box, so we had to design a suitable aircraft around the prototype and the battery.

There was no surprise on Dr. Method's face, but he comforted Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of him.

"This is normal, with your current conditions, it is tantamount to a fantasy to want to produce that kind of thing yourself, what you lack is not only the technology itself, but also the hardware conditions to monetize the technology, and you don't have to worry about what cannot be done. The black box is enough to help you make the transition from "having nothing" to "knowing what it is and knowing why", and what you have to do is to take the current path one step at a time.

At this point, the method seemed to remember something again, so he added a sentence in a joking tone.

"Of course, there is another possibility, that those black boxes will remain black boxes for you in the end, and they have gone from being aids to addictions that you can't get rid of.

"I'll be wary of that happening."

Chu Guang, who left these words, paused for a moment, put his index finger on his left arm and tapped it twice, and soon a holographic interface appeared in front of him.

Seeing the holographic image that Chu Guang pushed in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What is this?"

Chu Guangyan said succinctly.

"Our residents found not only black boxes and administrator logs in the Vault, but also records of the Trees, Tree Men, and Worker Ants, and they tried to sort through the sixty-three years of Vault 100's history.

In fact, he just copied and pasted what the players discussed on the forum, deleted some subjective evaluations, and left the relatively objective part.

Methodic stretched out his index finger with interest, dragged the holographic screen in front of him, and swiped his index finger to turn the page twice.

「...... Interesting."

He looked up at Chu Guang and said in a playful tone.

.... So in the end, the worker ants who would rather turn themselves into bugs than flee in the eyes of the treants did not really turn themselves into bugs, nor did they really escape from the shelter. Even the poor man who survived to the end at the bottom, the ignorant guy who did not hesitate to tear down the house and escape, finally let the worms eat him in order to save the shelter he hated so much.

"It's so ironic."

"I suppose Craig would have laughed if he were alive, and might have laughed at the poor creature - if they hadn't rather hide themselves in cold storage than destroy Vault, why would Vault 100 be where it is now? A bunch of lowly bugs, even if they do a little thing at the end of their lives, are not enough to atone for their sins!"

As he said this, he raised his voice slightly, as if he were not talking in private, but to sit down

Someone in a noisy café.

Or to read someone's heart.

Chu Guang noticed that someone sitting not far from them clenched his fist resting on the table and slowly released it.

Combined with the playful expression on his face, Chu Guang was convinced of the guess in his heart that this guy had seen that Craig.

Through the terminal at the door.

After a moment of thought, he spoke his opinion. "I don't think the same way as you, as an outsider, both treemen and worker ants are residents of Vault 100. Some of them want to make the vault a permanent prison for the sake of power, while others are willing to destroy the entire vault for the sake of freedom.

"They used each other's most extreme and lethal means in the conflict, turning the rules that were supposed to protect them into tools to persecute their own people, which in my opinion was the reason for their eventual destruction.

"In fact, everything they do is in accordance with the rules of the moment they are in, whether it is hiding their health characteristics to trigger the dome self-destruct mechanism, or using a bug in the program to trigger the reactor to overload and cut off the power. It is unbelievable that no one is trying to make up for these long-standing security risks, but to keep them as nuclear bombs against others."

"Normally, shelter dwellers don't get into cold storage en masse, and it's almost impossible for fusion reactors to be overloaded, and they've done everything these designers didn't envision, resulting in tens of thousands of deaths and more than a century of shutdown.

After a moment's pause, looking at the method that motioned for him to continue, Chu Guang continued in a casual tone.

"The self-proclaimed grave keepers have finally realized that both themselves and the overseers above are essentially part of the Vault, and that the Treants did not come down from non-existent trees, but were born from them. And their fate is not the stupidity of any one person, but everyone has an inescapable responsibility."

"From an outsider's point of view, I think his actions at the last moments of his life were enough to atone for his own sins, and Vault 404 will take the torch from their hands and carry their memories with them, and carry on for them, fulfilling the mission they overlooked."

When he said this, Chu Guang's face was quite regretful.

Although the refuge was saved.

But this is clearly not the most perfect ending. After a pause, he continued.

「...... Of course, if Mr. Treant who lived to the end, at the end of his life in the 61st year of the Wasteland Era,

Take the time to go to the bottom of the vault and take a few dozen minutes to understand what happened there, and maybe we won't have to wait for more than a hundred years to end their grievances.

The answer has already been written.

It's not hard to copy it all over.

Even with the language barrier and the need for a translator, the players of the Alliance still relied on the only clue to guess the last words left by the "worker ant" who survived to the end, and took the last key he made with his life to close the systemic error that could cause the entire Vault to collapse.

At that moment, a choked voice came from a nearby table not far away.

"Craig...... That guy definitely wouldn't laugh at him...... If he knew what that man had done.

It was as if the words were squeezed out between the teeth.

Chu Guang looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man in a gray jacket with his back to them, his shoulders twitching.

He's not alone. The same goes for everyone else.

An intermittent choked sound drifted from the other direction.

"I remember that kid...... He was 53 years old and became a prisoner

The governor was in his early twenties.

"He loved it more than anyone else, I remember him saying it...... When it's all over, he wants to open a museum in the shelter and tell the old stories to the boys of the New Humanity Federation.

"Damn...... Why didn't that guy come to me! Why not use my body? I've already decided to give up my body! It would be nice to just take mine and use it!

The originally lively café has lost its cheerful atmosphere for some time, and its faces are full of dazed distraction, sobbing sadness, and remorse when you close your eyes.

It seems that as he guessed—

The 110 inhabitants who uploaded their thoughts to the Great Tree did not sleep in Vault 100, but were taken out of the hopeless Vault by someone in Wasteland Age 61.

That person is exactly the way.

Having dedicated almost his life to establishing a comprehensive technical recovery system for the Technical Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, he left the Great Rift Valley disappointed in the 45th year of the Wasteland Era and went south along the path diametrically opposed to the Academy.

Vault 101 was clearly not the first Vault he visited, as he left the access record on the terminal outside the gate of Vault 100 more than a hundred years ago!

Met Chu Guang's inquiring eyes, the method did not give any explanation for this, just took a sip of coffee, just like Chu Guang did when he first entered the door.

Then, he said something meaningful.

"What do you think is the best outcome for them?"

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"Every part does what it does.

Method: "What do you mean?"

Chu Guangyan said succinctly.

"It's literal, 'tree' as a manager, overseer is overseer, and residents are residents. They actually got off to a decent start, and the other Vaults were in a much worse situation than they might have started, but they deviated completely from their original idea when it came to practice, and the inhabitants closest to the tree became tree-attached tree-people, and the inhabitants farthest from the tree were no longer even human.

"To each his own duty,

You're talking about the most ideal scenario, but in practice it might be something else entirely," he said, smiling faintly, putting down the coffee cup in his hand, "It's like the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, believe it or not, it was the best way to do it at the time, and there has never been so many people of different identities who have unreservedly dedicated themselves to the same thing. Without it, the planet would probably have 'died'. And yet even so, it is

Chapter 625 We Are Neither the Best nor the Worst Only Existed for 45 Years.

Chu Guang said bluntly.

"I know that the worst option is the easiest, and the best option is always the hardest, so we won't be them."

Method slightly raised eyebrows.

"And which of you are?" Get up from the coffee table.

Chu Guang, who estimated that it was time to leave, glanced at the remnants of Vault 100 who were crying silently yesterday, and answered the question of method.

"We're somewhere in between."

"Neither the best nor the worst."

The excavation of Vault 100 has been completed, and twenty-two black boxes have been recovered from the vault, along with a large amount of machinery and equipment.

Vault 100 has left behind an astonishing technical legacy, especially a series of construction equipment, including the "Turtle" engineering armor, which is more suitable for construction in complex terrain than the "KV" and "Miner" series exoskeletons currently used by the Alliance, and can even completely eliminate the need for scaffolding and other auxiliary equipment, and work while climbing on a near-vertical construction surface.

Since the overseers of No. 100 were originally intended to be on the ground

For a long time, the entire shelter has focused on "how to use limited resources and space to transform the environment of the shelter into a more livable place".

Other than that, it's the little ones called Quack.

The genetic source of this thing is probably the beetle, but the original DNA has been modified so that they don't even know their own mother, and it can be treated as a completely new species.

Their molted shells are high-quality chitin raw materials, which can be used both to produce bulletproof plates, a polymeric material inserted into exoskeletons, and to produce carbon-based integrated circuits.

Vault 100's database contains experimental data on these chitins and complete industrial applications.

According to those sources, the Coalition could directly use the chitin piled up in the vault patios as ore.

Considering that there are more than six million bugs active there, it will probably exist as a biological mine for the Coalition for a long time.

At the same time, the ecological impact analysis of "Quack" is also being carried out simultaneously.

According to the judgment of the Union biologists, due to the city of Xizhou

The special ecological environment, a series of creatures including mutant water striders, frigate shrimps, and even split-claw crabs are the natural enemies of "Quack", so this creature did not spread to the wasteland outside Xizhou City like the claws of death.

However, it is precisely because of this that the "quack" that survives the harsh environment will be more aggressive than it was a hundred years ago, and the needles hidden in the abdomen will be sharper.

At present, the Alliance's Biological Research Institute has officially named the "Quack" discovered in the Wasteland Era 213 as a ghost-faced insect based on the suggestions of Vault 404, and has further explored the biotechnology and industrial value of the carapace.

In short, the novelty gadgets recovered from Vault 100 were enough to keep the Alliance's research institutes and production units busy for an entire year.

Camp 100.

Looking at the mountains of machines in the warehouse, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

"Isn't there a normal shelter in this wasteland?"

The expedition team needs to evaluate the value of the excavated items, and then settle the rewards received by the Storm Corps for this operation.

This can take several days.

While shelter the code and sit

The targets are all task mentioned

Yes, they just did the easy job of prying the coffin board, but the credit for saving the shelter was still counted on their heads, and the final silver coins and contribution points were not disappointing.

And the spring water brother, who is the commander of the corps, also gave a lot of credit to the players who went deep into the dungeon.

Hearing the complaint of my blackest brother, the spring water laughed.

"Is it possible that normal shelters don't require us to dig graves at all, they've completed their original plans for the past two centuries, either joining survivor colonies on the surface or becoming colonies themselves.

Ignoring the weird stuff of the Enlightenment, Boulder has been adding blue coats one after another fifty years after the Wasteland Era.

In addition to this, the origin of the business is also a refuge, and it is a single-digit number.

Not to mention that the Alliance itself is the same, and even milked back a batch of shelters that were already out of order.

"Survivor deviation?"

I sighed the darkest, and my eyes suddenly fell on the metal ball riding a robot spider on the side, and I couldn't help but laugh and continue.

"Anyway, why did you come out with you?"

The bell riding on the back of the robot spider turned its head in dissatisfaction.

"You ask me? I want to ask you! Didn't you tell me to go to the museum as a tour guide? So where the hell is the museum of the Union? How long do I have to stay in this hellish place?"

I looked at it with a weird look on my darkest face.

Let this guy be a museum guide... Can I sell tickets?

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door.

The two people standing in the room, the AI, looked towards the door almost at the same time, only to see a strange man standing there.

He wasn't alone, he was followed by a large group of people, looking like there were more than a hundred.

They wore blue coats, but their skin was a dull gray, like mannequins resting in old shop windows.

There is no doubt that they are androids.

However, I don't know if it was intentional or not, they made the features of the android obvious, even abrupt, not only the bald head, but also the facial features only had a perfunctory outline.

It's just like Frost and Eclipse when they first came to the Alliance.

Looking at the man standing in the doorway, I had the darkest expression on my face

Suspicious, he subconsciously blurted out and asked.

"Are you?"

"My name is ...... Gugel," the man seemed to take a moment to remember his name, and saluted slightly with his hands on his chest, "We are survivors of Vault 100.

I was stunned at the darkest, and so was the spring water standing next to me, and a surprised expression appeared on my face.

As for the bell, he stared at the man in front of him.

"Gugel?! It's you? You guys...... Actually back? Strange, my master said that the cowards are dead, and he will die soon, why are you alive again!?"

Looking at the bells chattering there, Gugel's abstract features floated with a touch of sadness, and he sighed softly as if he didn't want to remember more, and looked at me and the spring.

"The people of this camp told me that I could come here to find you, and through you I could find the administrator."

The spring commander froze and asked with a strange expression.

"You ...... Is there anything to do with him?"

"We want to see him again."

The man named Gugel paused for a moment and said in a sincere tone.

"We were going to sleep in Vault 101, but there was no room for our guilt-ridden remnants.

"So we thought that instead of spending the rest of our time repenting, we should fulfill the long-cherished wishes of our fellow citizens who died because of us.

"If you're planning to rebuild the wasteland, our knowledge should be of some use, and that might be

Alleviate the torment in our hearts a little."

"I hope he'll take us in!

The spring opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when a loud voice suddenly came from not far outside the door.

"The Alliance is not a charity, and we don't take anyone in.

The crowd looked in the direction from which the voice had come.

I saw a blue power armor standing in the sun, smiling at the crowd gathered at the door of the warehouse.

"But—"

As Izumi had predicted, his words changed.

「...... Anyone who has a heartfelt desire to end the wasteland and a spontaneous determination to contribute to it, we welcome him!"

"It doesn't matter if he's alive or dead.

Looking at Gugel, who looked slightly moved, Chu Guang stretched out

their right hand.

"Welcome, survivors of Vault 100."

"Tell me what you do best, and we're good to go!