Chapter 864: Log

Chapter 864 Diary
The guy lying in the yard basking in the sun, if an ordinary person can see the real scene inside, his world view of life will probably collapse instantly. (m)
The winged ones at home came out to bask in feathers ...
Of course, the ones without feathers are also drying something else, such as Qian Qian is basking, Li Lina is tanning her hair, and Xiao Piao grabs a mouse and is drying her belly.
Bingtis is the most qualified among a group of guys with wings. She is familiar with more than 1,600 tips for nursing feathers, and she has summarized a set of radio gymnastics for wings stretching. This female hooligan is near It seems that there are not a few years of life of billion years. You say that she must have a boring heart to accumulate so much ridiculous knowledge-but in the final analysis, she will rely on these to listen to me. Lai Tianlei's rolling knowledge point successfully flickered all living creatures with wings, including mercury lamps.
And half of the guys lying on the ground or hanging on the wall even took out small notebooks and took notes honestly!
The mercury lamp also lay on the grass not far away, and spread her wings to the fullest in a similar way. Try to follow the instructions of Bingtis to let each feather get the sun evenly. Her expression was attentive, only It ’s a pity that she can write only a few words. She ca n’t take notes like others, but she also has her own solution, that is, drawing. She abstracted the knowledge points taught by Bingtis into a bunch of twisted lines. Looking at the graffiti of children with unknown meanings, I looked up curiously, and it took me a long time to say, "Is this the new approach of KFC spicy chicken wings?"
"Fool!" The Mercury lamp head screamed without lifting, and then sketched a pair of stick figures on the drawing paper, and then painted a ball, a ball and a smiley face on it. He also drew thick lines in the curves.
"What is this?" I pointed to the suspiciously shaped lines. "Is the chicken wings cooked?"
"Stupid stupid stupid man!" The wings of the mercury lamp flapped on the ground, "This is the heat! The wings have to be in the sun, so there is heat!"
I pouted dumbfounded, I felt that this was too childlike-how does the level of mercury lamp painting look like an older sister?
"Stupid man, I want that kind of oil on my wings, too." Mercury lamps lay on the ground, and their calves dangled in the air all at once, muttering while drawing their own graffiti, "In the future you You also need to comb my feathers, just like you did for Arayer. "
What can i say? Of course, she hurriedly agreed, but this girl usually rarely willingly offered to make such a request: she could ask me for a gift with little pressure, but it was difficult to accept others to take care of herself. To be frank, she strongly wanted to prove herself. Anything, this is the personality paranoia caused by life experience, but now this paranoia has improved a lot. At least she can allow me to comb her hair in the morning, and now I also have one that allows me to fiddle with her wings.
With a little curiosity, I touched the black wings behind the mercury lamp. They look similar to the wings of Bingtis, but they are much smaller, and they do n’t have the kind of faint light halo that seems like magic. It's a lot inferior, but it's a bit small and cute, and considering that the mercury lamp is only m in height, this pair of wings is not too small.
It feels fluffy, soft, and still has temperature, which makes people feel surprised, and at the same time has a deeper understanding of Luo Zhen's egg pain.
"Does it hurt if you remove one?"
I suddenly asked my brain.
Then all the wings in the yard, including Monina Pettis 123 and even Uncle Kenther, snorted neatly, and shouted in unison: "Don't say such a terrible topic!"
The mercury lamp didn't roar, she expressed her will with actual actions: take a sip.
"It hurts," I said in tears.
"It ’s good to know, our wings are very sensitive," Bingtis gave me a fist. "But there is no problem with the feathers I dropped. Wait for two days and I will make a pillow for you. I went home a while ago." There was a fight with Ovilia, and she smashed away at least half a catty of her hair, of course, there are some of my own ... but it's okay, you are all the same with your pillows. "
I nodded and thanked Bingtis with the expression of Wulei Booming. I said that the daily life of the rogue goddess is really unpredictable. If I lack a pillow, I will fight with people, and I will pick up the feathers and even the pillows and crickets will be complete. Is everything popular for self-produced and sold?
I'm smart enough not to reject Bingtis's kindness, although I'm really not interested in the pillows made with her feathers-I intuitively told myself that the thing should not be much more comfortable than a pile of sponges, but the kindness of this female hooligan It can't be rejected arbitrarily, because she is a neurotic ...
She hurriedly refused, and she could make trouble in the sky.
Seeing that I was nodding my head, Bingtis nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted loudly: "Okay, the solarium on the front is over, now let's turn over ..."
Then there was a rattling sound all around, including the mercury lamp for the first contact with feather care, and several wings turned over, I remembered KFC again.
After thinking about it, I decided not to continue to make trouble with this group of long-winged guys. Their lives are too far away from normal people.
Just then, Sandora's spiritual connection suddenly turned on, and rescued me from the dual dangers of boredom and distorted worldview: "Ajun, come to Shadow City, the log is resolved."
Leave a place (there is still a wall, 123 and Kenser are still hanging on the wall), the birdman and the big fox in the sun in the doorway, let them live and die in the sun (is this word correct?), I quickly teleported to Shadow City.
In order to facilitate the analysis of the data, the database and data terminal disassembled by Veska are placed in the heart of the shadow fortress, which is the grand mother's nest. This magnificent pyramid building is a palace of bubbles. Sitting in town, this giant pyramid is also one of Tavel's experimental restoration of the old empire technology: the location of the uninterrupted multi-stage co-processing array. This name sounds very impressive, but it is essentially a way to allow multiple Greeks The information array that the spirit hosts work together is an amazing technology. Before this technology was restored, the number of hosts that a Schilling mother nest could hold was extremely limited because the general production hosts had limited computing power. However, as the mother machine, it is impossible for the bubble to act as a bridge server 24 hours, which has led to the scale of what we called "host work together" was suppressed to less than ten. Now, this huge pyramid can hold hundreds of Schilling hosts working at the same time. It is internally divided into ten layers, and each layer has dozens of host sockets that support hot plugging. Every time I think of this, I always I think this place really looks like a hive.
Anyway, with this big palace, the work efficiency of the hosts has been increased numerous times. Bubble is very satisfied with this and is considering further expansion of the shadow space. Our next goal is to build another space in the shadow space. A small stellar galaxy, far from all empire bases, will serve as a nursery for experiments with Dingdang—the Urban Management Brigade and Neighborhood Committees in Shadow City are really fed up with the strangeness of going out on the streets every day to run out of the world tree Weird gods made creatures.
I went to the crystal hall in the middle of the mother's nest with Sandola. This is the "dormitory" of the child's mother. Compared to the shabby temporary mother's nest I saw for the first time three years ago, it is truly magnificent. Times, the glittering crystal walls and crystal clusters around can almost blind the dog's eyes, and the bubbles are like the day three years ago, wearing a white thin dress, quietly suspended in the crystal prism in the center of the hall, Like an apparently sleeping angel, but now I'm not the young man who was easily flickered three years ago, and I have not been touched by the pitiful side of this girl in disguise.
With the biceps, I can think that this girl is mostly in Demasia now.
Sandola knocked on the crystal prism, awakening the bubbles from the sea of ​​Demasia, and the other person blinked and looked at me for a while, then suddenly frowned: "Her dad, a your body Taste, and unknown aroma. "
I was sweating, and in the sight of Sandora coldly, told the incredible daily life of the birds who collectively basked the wings of the world.
"That was the case," Sandor nodded, "It's normal, they all have their own wings. Starfield is said to have a beauty contest with wings. It ’s a pity that Bingtis once participated tens of millions of years ago. He was eliminated as soon as he passed the preliminaries. "
"Is this still happening?" I wondered. "Isn't her wings pretty?"
"Mostly, she can't beat the referee in the first round of elimination ..."
I said in silence that I had known for a long time that the female hooligan participated in any competitive event.
"Gossip less, you should take a look at this first," the bubble interrupted Sandola's chat with me, and she projected a huge holographic image in front of us, which is being stored in another mother room of the mother's nest. Database components-removed from the crashed Eternal Mothership.
The so-called database is actually just an inconspicuous black square. It is a complete set of parts, only about one meter square. The surface is floating with dark blue lines that are constantly bright like breathing. The recording and coding methods used for this thing are very complicated. I have n’t understood it until now. All I know is that this storage device installed on the battleship has extremely high security. After its auxiliary read-write device goes offline, the database will lock up the internal information, even if you Having mastered countless advanced passwords, it will not reveal any secret information about the warship's navigation.
Even with the computing power of the bubble, it took two days to crack the contents of the database. You can see how difficult this stuff is.
"Hope," Bubble said to us word by word. "This is the name of the ship. It's called Hope."
I immediately sighed and was surprised: "It looks mediocre. Is that still a flagship?"
I will make such a judgment based on a name because of the usual rules for naming warships in the Schilling Empire: most of the spaceships listed are numbered and have no name, even for eternal class warships, they only have flagship qualifications and have certain combat skills or have An extraordinary monumental ship will be given a name.
This is well understood. You have to consider the speed of the unrestricted militaristic violent soldiers. The Empire ’s fleet has always been described as overwhelming. A star zone ’s fleet is only counted up by medium-sized warships. Thousands, such as the Royal Fleet stationed in the galaxy, more than 800 eternal-class motherships (if there is no war in the near future, this number will definitely increase day by day), the main battleships of the frontier class, expedition class, etc. add up It can be tens of thousands, these are not small gray machines, but big guys who can be dragged onto the battlefield to play the unparalleled mowing with any civilization's main fleet, and placed on the earth, even if it is the smallest one, it is enough Let all mankind be the ultimate weapon of defense in the solar system-but can we name these ships one by one?
Believe me, I really want to do this, then the Chinese characters accumulated by our ancestors over the past five thousand years are not enough, even if you name a ship "Ostolovsky? Iron Pillar", it is not enough. of.
Of course, the more important thing is that I can't remember the names of these ships at that time-someone can't make up so many.
Therefore, in view of the fact that the imperial imperial people always gave their own spacecraft at an extremely fierce speed, which made it impossible for each spacecraft to obtain an independent name, Emperor adopted this harsh naming rule: all warships below the eternal class have no name but only Numbering, the eternal class battleships are named according to their merit, power, and qualifications. Only out-of-specification ships such as the Star Warship can each have its own name.
In addition, it is said that the Doomsday battleships do not have names. This is not because there are too many of them to be named, but the number is generally too small. If a galaxy can have a Dominator, it is almost the capital star. The treatment of the district. In this case, naming a unique spacecraft is a waste. Anyway, as long as we mention the King Admirer, we all know which one is, even if we do n’t know, the command link can judge for itself.
Therefore, when I heard that the name of the eternal class ship that crashed on Mars was "Hope", my first judgment was that this should be a flagship, although it seems that it does not have such a large volume from the fragments, There are no enhanced modules that flagships should have.
In addition, an imperial battleship, or the destroyer fleet in the hands of the lunatic, Huesca, has such a literary name, which is also incredible.
But the bubble shook his head, making my judgment frustrated: "No, it is not the flagship, it is just the most common spacecraft, the name" Hope "was given to it by its later crew. "
"Later occupant?" I frowned, thinking of those corpses lying down in the wreckage of the battleship, and all over the ground. "You mean humans of unknown origins from other worlds?"
"If there are no more outsiders modifying the spaceship's log without authorization, they are the ones who perform this naming operation," Bubble said with a small head in the crystal prism, "the original number of the spaceship is meaningless, but those strange worlds of unknown origin Carbon-based creatures named the spacecraft Hope, which is a bit intriguing. "
"Hope ..." Sandora lowered her head and groaned. "The wise races that sail in the universe always like to bless their aircraft with such terms, but this is limited to ordinary civilizations that are trembling with the catastrophic environment of the universe Civilizations such as the Empire do not name a combat machine with such a meaningless word. They name the spacecraft the Hope, do they need to face deadly threats often? "
"Maybe it just sounds good?" I shrugged. "The cultural differences are huge, and some races may be very casual when they are named: If the shallow virus spreads, believe it or not, our next Star Alliance flagship will even Maybe it's Muhammad? "
"Not a bit positive," Sandola glared at me. "Well, don't worry about why the aliens would call the spacecraft the name Hope, bubble. Did you find the origin of the spaceship? From which The world came, then who was attacked, and ended in a disintegration? "
"Look at this. I took a lot of effort to repair the data, and it was almost deleted."
Bubble said proudly, and then projected a video in front of our eyes.
That was the last moment of the spacecraft recorded from the perspective of an external observation device of the eternal mothership. There were pictures, and some intermittent audio. The audio should be from commanders such as the captain.
The picture is a chaotic dark red space, showing that the spacecraft may be passing through a high concentration of primitive dust clouds. This kind of cloud is very common in the universe. It is a short-term coordinate commonly used when the spacecraft docks temporarily. For the first half minute of the video, It is always a calm picture like this, except for the occasional rapid flashes of small bright spots of dust clouds (a flash-off nuclear combustion phenomenon), no trace of battle can be seen, and the audio signal of the log, the captain or other similar The commander was talking to his assistant about trivia.
At halfway through the video, the picture suddenly shakes violently, and then from the lower part of the camera, on the front deck of the battleship, a burst of white light burst out.
Immediately after that was a series of rapid and violent explosions, the picture was almost unclear, which indicated that the entire spacecraft was violently out of control, and the flying attitude of the battleship quickly entered an extremely dangerous situation, but so far, it still has not appeared in the picture. Enemy traces—fighting in space, it is normal to see the enemy's ship far away, but when the big explosion broke out on the armor and shield of the ship, it could not even see the attack track, which is intriguing. : The enemy is using over-range attacks, and may have macros.
The audio signal has experienced chaos in just a few seconds. If the captain of the eternal warship being attacked is a Schilling officer, this is already an unforgivable delay, but considering that its captain may only be a difference from humans For small carbon-based organisms, there is no excuse.
"It's the group of fanatics! They are intercepting the spaceship!" There was a rush and an intense noise in the audio signal ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hurry up and start the time jumper! Don't panic, this is an ancient Divine-class spaceship that can withstand such an attack! "
"The macrotransit machine is disrupted, we can't find the right coordinates!"
"The shield was broken, and the enemy has a space-time missile!"
"The main energy furnace has been hit hard. We are almost running out of energy to start the space jump!"
"Activated, the ancient minaret just activated! We get a coordinate!"
"Ancestral blessing, don't care what coordinates it is, hurry up!"
"Captain, our energy furnace is not enough, please ..."
"Jump! Jump! The spacecraft's main gun is exploding. Abandon it and jump immediately!"
For a moment, such a messy sound sounded almost at the same time, and then in a dazzling white light and a huge explosion, everything was silent.
"Slightly more information, child her father." Bubbles quietly sounded.