"So, what is the structure of the mysterious Sentinel Legion? In what ways are you guarding the Creator's blueprint for the world? Is Heart of the World your headquarters? I've always been curious about it. ”

"Well, I forgot, all the information about the Sentinels in my memory database has been formatted, I only remember the scene when I was born on the assembly line. Do you need me to describe to you the workshop and assembly line that I remember deeply?

To put it more vividly in the flesh and blood creatures, it should be considered my swaddling clothes and all the sentinels? ”

"Well, I'll talk about it later, it doesn't seem like this is the time to discuss the details of Creator engineering with you, so you should still have a record of the details of the subspace disaster thousands of years ago."

"Well, I'd love to tell you the details you're interested in, but the problem is that this part of the memory data is even more broken, and it must be that strange beta program you just told me destroyed my memory data when it took effect.

All I remember about that incident is the huge subspace eye floating in the sky, the Sentinel Vanguard who entered the battlefield through quantum teleportation, and some of the scattered footage of me repairing the energy pod of the R-9 base on my own, and I'm really curious about what your ancestors did in Eden?

Why would they make something as evil as beta? ”

"Well, believe me, very honest but ignorant Sentinel lady, I would also like to know the answer to this question."

Murphy sighed.

The communication with Monica along the way is more or less like this, always he asks a question, and the sentry responds with amnesia, because there are so many times that Murphy is a little unsure whether this sentry is really having a problem, or is this guy pretending?

I don't think that's how people have amnesia, how can your robot's amnesia be so bad?

However, because the Sentinel's permission tree is customized, Murphy has no way to interfere with administrator privileges, and he can't force Monica to tell the truth.

Oh, by the way, "Monica" is his name for the sentinel, and although the other party has been strenuously denying this name, Murphy can't call her "Ts-006" every time, right?

Although it can be a pleasant water word count, it is also too awkward.

When the two of them came to the front of the subspace rift on the fourth floor of the base, Murphy looked at the purple rift that was suppressed by the pale circle of light, he glanced at Monica, who could see the god beside him, and asked:

"If all your useful memories are gone, how can you help me get rid of this subspace threat?"

"The most adept way of contamination in subspace is through the non-physical channels of emotion, memory, and perception, so when each sentinel is crafted, the tactics and techniques for dealing with subspace are recorded in the core of our special situation response through physical inscriptions.

Maybe it's because this situation like mine has happened before, but with the support of this 'amnesia insurance', you don't have to worry about my professionalism in this area. ”

The amnesiac sentinel straightened his back and swore a promise to Murphy.

She then took some of the unsuspecting instruments out of her cool Sentinel Mechanic's belt and assembled them on the spot, quickly making something similar to a reconnaissance lens, and handed it to Murphy, saying:

"Standard subspace probe!

It allows you to see the readings of the subspace contamination and some other features more intuitively, and my prosthetic eye has such a tracking program, so it is impossible to escape the subspace pollution that is targeted by the sentinels. ”

"Is it so convenient?"

Murphy held the camera-like object in front of his eyes, and when he pressed the switch, the constant zoom of the lens made the scene in front of him change abruptly.

It is still a subspace rift suppressed by the aperture, but through a special "filter", Murphy can see the dangerous forces hidden in the light that are constantly trying to break through the suppression device, and those strange balls of light continue to pour out like bombs from the other side of the rift, and when they are close to the boundary of the material world, they will be purified by the suppression device of the Beta program.

The collision and annihilation of the two energies will trigger a circle of spark-like beams.

It was supposed to be fleeting, but because there were too many light balls full of destructive power, under this special filter, the subspace rift was as exaggerated and gorgeous as fireworks.

"See? Your Excellency, the Suppression Apparatus and this ancient rift have been engaged in this confrontation for the past millennia.

It looks calm and perfect on the outside, but it's just a dangerous illusion, I remember that the suppression device I set up at the beginning was effective within two hundred yards inside and outside the subspace, but you see, those subspace chaos factors have now begun to directly bombard the beam body of the suppression device. ”

Monica explained in a serious tone:

"This means that the subspace forces have actually begun to erode the suppression device, like a seemingly dormant active volcano, which will explode with a bang at some moment. To be honest, the situation is so bad that it is basically the same as being hopeless, and it is time to ask the Sentinel Corps to carry out a 'harmless' treatment of this place.

But I forgot the application code, so I couldn't contact them. ”

"Harmless?"

Murphy, dazzled by the various reconnaissance data that kept popping up on the detector lens, he put down the thing and looked at Monica, and asked:

"So, what is the Sentinel Legion's plan for dealing with a similar situation?"

"Bombing this place with an 'erasing torpedo', changing the subspace rift and all the mathematical laws within fifty kilometers of it, just removing one or two character concepts can make everything that exists in it collapse.

Reality rewriting takes place in an instant, in which all active individuals are immediately erased from the existential plane.

They don't even feel pain before being absorbed into an imaginary black hole by the collapse of reality, which itself will annihilate itself in the next thousandth of a second, leaving no pollution in its place, and no other thing that will affect the reproduction of other life here.

Oh, and the scientific name of this thing is the 'Digital Rate Torpedo' or 'Disposable Reality Rewriter', and it's a gift from the Creator and is notoriously safe and efficient!

It is the cleanest of the Sentinel Legion's arsenal of subspace weapons. ”

Monica explains:

"It is a weapon based on the digital rate, with a strict effective range and a restart mechanism as a safety lock, which will not interfere with the laws of the world, and civilizations that cannot understand the digital rate will not even be able to detect the explosion."

"Stop! These Creator Engineering terms give me a headache, and there's a lot of knowledge in this base that I need, and I can't allow you to blow it up so irresponsibly. ”

Murphy rubbed the corners of his forehead and said:

"The most important thing is that with my shallow understanding of the laws of physics, the physical rules of subspace and the real world should be different, and it is doubtful whether there are continuous physical laws in that ghost place, how did your digital rate weapons clean up the pollution of subspace?

Isn't that scientific? ”

"Actually, it's very scientific, Your Excellency, because the digital rate weapon is not effective against the subspace, to be precise, we are preventing the unbridled expansion of the subspace by blowing up the part of the collapsed area where the subspace and the material world merge.

It's like the principle of radiation therapy.

We can't kill every cancer cell accurately, but we choose to kill the entire cancerous area, so that there is no room for cancer cells to live. ”

Monica said pretty terrible things in a serious way, and it wasn't until this point that the part of her personality that belonged to a robot showed up.

She said in a tone of neutral to the point of terrible sanity:

"After all, compared to the catastrophic outcome of the outbreak of this subspace rift in front of us, it is not unacceptable for this world to permanently lose some mass."

"Alright, needless to say, I probably know the Sentinel Legion's style, and it seems that it might not be a bad thing that I can't contact you right now."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Now that you've heard your solution, let's hear mine.

I will use the beta program existing in the R-9 base as an energy constraint, and forcibly destroy the 'hole' opened by this subspace rift in the material world by guiding the explosion of the omega program, and then smooth out the plane conflict in this area by diffusing the purifying energy of the omega program, so that it can return to a stable spatial state by itself.

It sounds incredible, but I've done something similar before, I've had some experience, and the problem now is that we don't have the technology at hand that can adjust the intensity of the beta program's energy release.

But there you have! ”

The handsome vampire opened his left hand, letting the pale light cover his palm, and said to Monica:

"So, my question now is, has your amnesia affected your skills as a sentry repairer? Can you manipulate the repression device that you have modified? ”

"Omega program? There were no similar entries in the search database. ”

Monica looked at the energy in Murphy's palm in confusion.

She glanced at Murphy, who nodded at her, signaling that she could touch it, and the amnesiac sentinel raised his hand and put it in Murphy's palm, and the moment it touched the omega energy, she retracted her hand violently as if she had been electrocuted, and Murphy saw electric sparks burst out of the corners of the creature's eyes and neck.

"No, it is completely impossible to collect or analyze energy samples, but the genesis energy that can be basically determined to be a variant is very pure and has a fairly high energy level, which has exceeded the limit frequency of compressed light energy used by the sentinels."

Monica shook her fingers and said with awe:

"It must be an unknown advanced technology left behind by the Creator, and it reminds me of the spark of creation beating in the core energy furnace of the Creation Engine, the same full of majesty, the same undesecrated.

But you say it can repair the damage that subspace has done to the dimensional boundaries of the physical world?

It sounds incredible.

After all, in our perception, the contamination caused by subspace once it breaches the boundary of the plane is completely irreparable, which is why we used a saturation strike to wipe out torpedoes on the edge of the heavily polluted Eden during a blitzkrieg a thousand years ago

Hmm, I've just looked at the map hanging in the base, and that war zone should be called 'Eternal Rift' now? Still alive with a group of creatures called Shadow Elves? Flesh and blood were so bold to inhabit that shell crater, and although it was safe to erase the torpedoes themselves, I vaguely remember that the concentration of pollution in the subspace was very high at that time, and there might have been a few unexploded torpedoes left there.

I hope they don't have to play something they don't understand. ”

"You remember!"

Murphy scolded:

"Your amnesia was faked?"

"I'm really amnesiac, Administrator, it's just that there are occasional data perturbations in my memory database that are constantly disturbing my emotional circuits."

Monica explains:

"The patterns that can be understood by your flesh and blood life are fragmented memories, strange visions that flash before your eyes."

"Well, this situation is normal, and the ancients I know basically have this kind of 'sequelae'."

Murphy nodded and said:

"But you haven't answered my question yet, can you manipulate the energy pod of the R-9 base and the beta program tied to it now?"

"It should work."

Monica said in a weak tone of confidence:

"After all, I modified that thing with my own hands, and my repair mods and skill iteration procedures are intact, so I can give it a try."

"I don't dare let you try it, there's something wrong with that thing, and everyone has to be blown up."

Murphy thought for a moment, took out a hot melt sword from the psionic bag that he had broken and threw it to Monica, saying:

"I'll fix this."

"Huh? Civilian-grade melee weapons? IMHO, there is no way that a weapon of this level will allow you to fight against the pollutants of subspace. ”

Monica observed the hot sword in her hand with disgust, and then disassembled the entire hot sword with the speed of a hand that was difficult for Murphy to observe, took out an overload and damaged energy valve from it, and took out the basic components from her own kit to replace them, and easily replaced several unknown modules on the hot melt sword, and finally assembled them together.

"Here, let's try it."

She tossed the thing that hadn't changed on the outside to Murphy, and as soon as the handsome vampire took it in his hand and activated it, the high-temperature energy that was originally only covered by the blade spread to the entire sword body at once, making him feel as if he was wielding a Jedi lightsaber in battle.

Murphy glanced at Monica, who was observing the condition of the subspace rift, with a strange look in his eyes, and quietly activated the item identification:

Name: Molten Sword +1 - Classic Creator Style Civilian Weapon

Quality: [Mass-produced Modified Product] Miracle Creation

New traits after the revamp: Overload Protection (allows the Molten Sword to maintain its maximum energy release at 200%), High Temperature Cutting (In Overload Mode, the Molten Sword will inflict an unhealing 'Ignite Burn' effect on enemies if it is unable to kill them)

Item Description:

[The weapon technology from the Sentinel Corps has raised the upper limit of this thing a bit, but the embryo of the mass product that pursues cost control is there, and no matter how much you carve rotten wood, you can't change its interior. Truth be told, this transformation is worth a lot more than the sword itself. 】

"That."

Murphy blinked his eyes and said to Monica, who was constantly recording the energy changes of the subspace rift in front of him:

"Do you know how to fix exoskeletons?"

"What? What kind of consumables still need to be repaired? Isn't it scrapped on the spot if it is used badly? ”

The amnesiac sentry asked, confused:

"That's not right!

Although I haven't been to Eden, I know that your ancestors have been secretly developing military-grade power armor, although they still use the original blueprints left by the creator, but that thing is barely worth repairing, right? ”

"You have to take into account the unevenness of the times, the Golden Age has long been over, and now a set of exoskeletons on this continent belongs to the category of divine weapons, and we are not as arrogant as the losers of a thousand years ago."

Murphy sighed and said:

"But you just said Power Armor, right? So you're going to fix that thing? ”

"Repair? Hmph, you give me enough materials, complete drawings and necessary tools, and I can save one for you on the spot! ”

Monica, the robot, said in a disdainful and arrogant tone that belonged to the craftsman:

"Although I have lost my memory and no longer remember the full glory of the Sentinel Legion, I can be sure that our combatants over there have a set of power armor, and they are not the original model but an upgraded iteration of technology.

But you can't see it in the real world.

Those weapons of war are deployed on the Sentinel Legion's subspace defense line and are assembled for use with our 'Heaven's Gate' class subspace hunting cruisers.

I vaguely remember that I was the tech officer of a certain hunting cruiser before I came here to help and send myself away, well, if those flashback memory fragments were all right, it should be like this. ”

"Drawings, I've got them!"

Murphy's eyes narrowed, and he used the core orb to project the blueprint of the commander-level power armor in front of Monica's eyes, and said:

"But I don't have the tools and the workshop, it's definitely not realistic to build now, can I ask you to help me maintain my power armor?

Also, I have a lot of blueprints for exoskeletons here, I know you don't like this, but my army is in need of weapons of this level right now, and I have an arsenal that you think is backward, maybe you can get yourself a position there? ”

"Article 1, Paragraph 3 of the Sentinel Manual, members of the Sentinel Legion shall not interfere in the process of civilization development in the material world for any reason!"

Monica said it like an endorsement, and she replied:

"It's impossible to help you produce weapons, it's a physical constraint written in my core circuit, and I can't break through it, but you have a special status, and I can help you maintain your weapons."

"Then let's take a step back."

Murphy spread his hands and said:

"Help me downgrade these blueprints"

"No, there's no way to exploit this kind of hole."

"What about apprentices? That's fine, right? Am I, as a noble administrator, have no privilege with you at all? Beware, after I inherit the authority of the Creator, revoke your establishment! ”

"Emmmm, this one is fine! I can teach, but whether they understand or not is another matter. ”

(End of chapter)