Chapter 1574: "US"

From the words displayed on the tape, Gawain could see at a glance that the distant interstellar friends obviously had a deep-rooted stereotype of the peace-loving Loren people, otherwise how could the opposite party make up these things from his ordinary sentence When he came here, he carefully considered and checked it over and over again. He was sure that his sentence was absolutely neutral and not misleading. Seeing such an ordinary sentence to make up something in the brain, it is definitely too much thinking by the brain.
Don't say that he was so muttering in his heart, even Amber's voice came from the air next to him: "...What kind of image are we in the eyes of these aliens?"
Gawain glanced at the figure beside him that was gradually emerging from the air, and his expression was a little helpless: "After all, our development path has left a deep impression on them."
After speaking, he shook his head, sorted out his thoughts and language a little, and sent a new message to the Noi people: "We did not take such radical actions to relieve the disaster crisis, and the gods still exist in our world, We just took some measures to solve the hidden danger of losing control of divinity, and it is inconvenient to disclose the specific details, but please rest assured that Loren has no worries about building the mother star barrier to resist the magic tide."
In fact, Gawain hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't dare to tell the interstellar friends the real situation of the Ragnarok plan. One of the reasons was that it was unnecessary, but the more important reason was to "fill under the throne of the gods." The "bomb" thing is indeed a bit off the mark, although from the perspective of the Lorens, it just eliminated the divinity of the gods and retained their humanity, which can be regarded as the most gentle and peaceful. A means of redemption, but it may not be very easy to explain if you put this in the perspective of the Noi...
This slightly embarrassing topic was quickly forcibly brought up by Gao Wen, and the Noi people obviously did not intend to ask in detail about this matter. What they were more concerned about was the cooperation in the defense of the magic tide, which was related to the life and death of the two civilizations. .
The printing device clicked, and the snow-white paper tape slowly spit out from the paper outlet. The Noi asked, "How is the construction progress of the Magic Tide Observation Device? Did you encounter any problems during the construction process?"
Gawain saw the clear and sharp letters on the tape, and behind the letters seemed to permeate the anxiety of the Noi people at the moment, and he was not surprised by this.
For the Lorens, there is about a year of respite from the countdown to the Doomsday, but for the Noi, it is for them to prepare It's been less than half a year.
His eyes turned to the document Hetty had just brought over, and he responded after a moment of concentration: "Please rest assured, the construction of the observation device is very smooth, and we have transformed a planetary-level energy source into the starting point of the observation array. Vibrant focus, the construction progress of the peripheral sensor array ring is more than halfway through. We have full confidence that the full array assembly can be completed within two Loren months. At that time, Noy will have another month for data sorting and system debugging. ."
This time, the Noi people responded more quickly than ever before, and the clicking sound seemed to be filled with excitement and joy: "This is the best good news we have received recently, Noi Society Will be very encouraged by this and thank you very much for your efforts.

Gawain showed a smile, and then prepared to send a new message while considering the words, but the printing device clicked again, followed by a new message from the Noi people: "Friends from afar, The date that can decide the fate of the two civilizations is approaching. According to the timing method on your side, we may only have the last three months to communicate with each other. And we will use most of the world's energy to maintain the operation of the unified field of mind. Coupled with the disturbance of the magic tide itself on the magic environment around the celestial body, the superluminal communication between the two planets is likely to be temporarily interrupted.
"And after that, the next wave of magic will be Loren.
"In this 'interstellar storm' that may last six months to a year, we will once again sink into a state of darkness where we cannot communicate with each other and cannot verify, and even until the storm is over, we will have a chance to confirm whether the other party still exists.
"Friends from afar, if Noy can't survive this test, then the last three months may be the last time when the two civilizations can watch each other in the vast sea of ​​stars, and we are not yet able to leave more in the starry sky. long traces, so our wise men and elders made a decision
"Noi will imitate the great pioneer group and leave a special legacy on the earth. We have built a large-scale archive and stored the adjusted original embryos and educational machines in it. Next, we will Build a huge 'lighthouse' above the library. This lighthouse will release a magical 'flash' dominated by arcane shocks, and continue to shine until it is destroyed by time. Inside it records the establishment of Noy and Loren. The history of exchanges is left for the successor to see.
"Even from four light-years away, the magical flash from the 'Lighthouse' will be clearly visible...
"If Noy ultimately fails, our successors will soon be cultivated from the ruins, and rise as quickly as we took over the legacy from the pioneers, and learn the history of the two civilizations in advance, and if we It succeeded... This lighthouse will also remain, it will continue to shine and become a beacon among the stars, when the Loren civilization will launch a voyage spacecraft into space one day... We will welcome you in the beautiful mountains and valleys of Noi You come as guests."
Gao Wen quietly watched the lines of words continuously printed on the tape. Even Amber, who was just here to watch the fun, also subconsciously became quiet at this time. She looked at the tape for a long time until the printing device temporarily stopped working. Only then did he let out a thoughtful sigh: "This sounds like a last word."
"...The magic tide will reach Noi first," Gawain said without raising his head. "For them, there are only three months left in the day of judgment."
"They assumed the failure of the Noi civilization, but they didn't assume what would happen if Loren failed," Amber added. "They seem to have a lot of confidence in us?"
"It may also be that he simply doesn't want to offend," Gawain shook his head, then took a deep breath, put his hand on a button representing "speak" next to the terminal, and said slowly, "The Lorens advocate an optimistic attitude. To face the unknown future of good and bad, but we also recognize that we should prepare for the worst before things happen. We also have similar archives and inheritance plans, and have been preparing for a long time.
"As one of the main leaders of the Loren Alliance, I can promise you that the history of the communication between the two civilizations Noi and Loren will be stored in each archive. If both civilizations fail, then Our respective successors will rise rapidly and learn about the existence of another civilization in a very short period of time, which may help them save time and not have to take the detours of their ancestors;
"If both civilizations survive successfully, these archives and 'lighthouses' will become symbols of friendly cooperation between the two civilizations. We will remember this history of mutual watchfulness in the years to come, and look forward to the long-distance spacecraft crossing the vast sea of ​​stars. The day when the two groups could communicate face-to-face.
"If only one of the two civilizations survives...then we hope that the surviving one can do its best to take care of the descendants on the other side of the Xinghai Sea within its power."
After a while, the Noi people's response turned into a clear and sharp line of letters on the paper tape: "We make an agreement with each other."
As the night fell, in the far east of the Holy Spirit Plain, the Thorin Giant Tree stood like a mountain between the sky and the earth. The cold starlight shone on this miracle plant that covered the entire Thorin region. The antenna array is running slowly, the night wind blows through the support frame of the antenna group, and the whimper-like sound spreads far and far under the night.
The communication between Loren and Noi is based on the FTL antenna array, and the only group of FTL antenna arrays on this planet is actually the Antavian Kraken colony in the depths of the ocean, but Even so, the Sorin command center is still an indispensable part of the communication between the two planets. Here is the headquarters of the star solver and the listening program. The powerful computing center and synthetic brain array in the Sorin area are connected with the star solver and listener. They are responsible for the translation and transcoding tasks of interstellar communication. At the same time, although the antenna array installed on the top of the Thorin giant tree does not have the ability to send letters at the speed of light, its super receiving ability in the atmosphere can also be used for Antavien. The superluminal communication array of No. 1 greatly reduces the load.
Deep in the giant tree, in a large chamber supported by flower vines and wooden walls, Bertiera was sitting quietly on a seat intertwined with flowers and vines, closing her eyes and resting, but the closed eyes and resting eyes were just an illusion. Her thoughts are still surging endlessly in this unprecedented scale of plants, and the information from every nerve ending is gathered in one place, becoming a part of her vast consciousness that can no longer be counted as human. tributary.
At this moment, she could clearly see that the engineering base in the northern part of the Tarash Plain was busy with construction in the dark, and the "worker town" next to the base was also brightly lit, with colorful flags and wheat ears hanging in the town to celebrate the Resurrection Festival. , the canteen has prepared hot meals, waiting for the craftsmen who are on the night shift to come back and enjoy it. Even in such a remote and desolate place, the taste of hometown and the festive atmosphere symbolizing cultural heritage will not be cut off.
She could also feel that the roots of the Thorin giant tree were slowly creeping and growing in the depths of the earth. Refuge caves had been formed between the root networks. The underground passage supported by the wooden structure was busy with vehicles and horses, transporting troops. Immersion cabin components, living supplies and building materials are being continuously sent to these "disaster backup areas", and countless nerve bundles are extending from the caves and the main body of the Thorin giant tree to the parent star barrier of the Tarash Plain. The command center, as well as the antenna arrays set up throughout the Empire, will one day be used to transmit data to the Navigator Tower in the Southwest Sea to maintain the operation of the Home Star Barrier.
She could still see the lights under the huge canopy of Thorin's giant tree. The town that used to be a temporary station for the construction corps has now developed into a prosperous city. The residents of the town are celebrating this symbol of spring. In the days, a troupe from Rock City entered the city tonight. In this era when the magic shadow drama is popular everywhere, the traditional troupe is still stubbornly surviving, and their stage is the brightest light at the foot of Bertila.
In the sky above such a prosperous and lively earthly landscape, at the top of the canopy of the Thorin giant tree, only the cold night wind blew through the icy steel and crystal arrays. Bertila turned his attention to the antenna group, and felt the earthly air. Prosperity seemed to be far away from herself for a moment. She listened to the voice from the distant stars, and listened to the conversation between another civilization and the Loren Alliance. The completely different temperature of the night made Bertiera feel a little dazed for a while.
After the speakers of the two civilizations said their goodbyes to each other, the official communication between Loren and Noy ended.
"Confirmed receipt of the message end sign from Noy, and the corresponding response has been sent."
"Teams perform handovers, and the synthetic brain servo array goes into standby mode."
"Documentation and archiving..."
Bertila "heared" the voice in the command hall from her nervous system, and the dispatcher began to do some finishing work after ending the communication, and her consciousness "sinked" into the depths of the tree canopy. Seconds, her other avatar was activated in the command hall. After opening her eyes, this avatar saw that in the brightly lit hall, the work handover and personnel departure procedures were being carried out in an orderly manner. According to the normalization of communication between the two, the entire "inter-satellite communication" system will not be completely shut down. Even if the communication ends, there will be 24-hour on-duty personnel on duty in each link to deal with the occasional communication between the two civilizations. of small-scale communication tasks, and this is certainly no exception.
Staff continued to greet the incarnation of Bertila and left the hall, and the huge chamber gradually became quiet, until finally only a few people who needed to be on night duty remained at various positions, and Bertila from these Strolling between the workstations, but suddenly stopped.
She lowered her head, looked at a middle-aged man who was still sitting in her seat, and asked curiously, "Mr. Bud, are you on night shift again today?"
"I changed classes with Sean. His daughter's birthday is today and it's Easter, so I'll let him go home first," Bud stopped arranging the documents, raised his head and smiled, "It's just right for me tomorrow. Take a vacation."
"...There is no shortage of you on duty tonight," Bertila stared at Bud quietly, "Aren't you going to attend the town celebration in the second half of the night?"
Bud thought for a while, then shook his head with a smile: "No, it's not interesting to participate in the celebration alone, and I don't like the personality of that kind of lively occasions, so I might as well hide here and relax."
Bertila hummed noncommittally, and then she seemed to feel something suddenly, and her tone was a little puzzled: "Huh?"
Bud was inexplicable for a while: "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"
"No...it's not you," Bertila shook her head and looked at a nearby magic net terminal showing the system status in confusion, "It seems that the communication signal from Noi has not been cut off, and it is still maintained. Standby silent."
"They forgot to turn it off?" Bud raised his eyebrows. "They are also mortals, and it's normal for them to make mistakes. Would you like to remind me?"
Bertila looked at the magic net terminal thoughtfully, and after thinking for a long time, he reached out to activate the equipment on Bard's station, and sent a question to Planet Noi, which was still in standby silence: "And What's the matter?"
Only a moment after the message was sent, the antenna array received a response from the opposite side, and a line of letters appeared in the holographic projection of the magic net terminal: "Ah, sorry, I... a little distracted."
Rarely, Bertila's expressionless face could not help but raise her eyebrows.
(It’s time to push a book, and I’ve been pushing a fanfiction for a long time. The title of the book is
Tomorrow’s Ark—The Great Revolution of Terra
. You should be able to see the general content by reading the title. The author Ye Moya is also a book friend of Liming. I hope everyone any support.)
(End of this chapter)