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Warren Field was a thinner man than we imagined. He was already a hundred years old when he died of natural causes, and his body was so shrunk that it was almost out of shape. This old starship commander sat quietly on the only chair in the small warehouse, with a layer of white frost on his body; his beard and hair were all white, his face was wrinkled, and his skin was dark, like an old farmer who had been working in the fields all year round. , the only thing that can still prove his status as a soldier is the stiff officer uniform: this uniform is put on him meticulously, looking a little loose, but still majestic.
The old man¡¯s hands were frozen stiffly on his chest, and covered with white frost was a small data terminal that he was holding tightly.
Shandora stepped forward, but hesitated when taking off the data terminal. Then she carefully placed her fingers on the terminal shell and used an extremely precise space transmission to directly transmit the small machine that was only the size of a palm. Come out: I can see that this is to protect the fragile body. Although the environment in the small warehouse makes Warren Field's remains vivid to this day, he is not immortal like his ancestor after all, maybe with just a slight touch. , the body will be reduced to ashes.
"It can still be used." Sandora roughly checked the working status of the data terminal and nodded slightly. After completing the initialization authentication, the small device that had been shut down for tens of thousands of years lit up again. She found the special code used to wake up the ship's host computer, activated it and waited quietly. About a minute passed. , we heard what seemed to be a faint noise coming from the depths of the spacecraft, and then the low-to-high buzzing sound when various equipment was activated and high-power lines came back online began to come from all directions, and the shipboard host was restarting. , the redundant equipment and radar devices in the spacecraft that had been shut down for a long time also began to activate. We suddenly received reports from the fleets outside: "Your Majesty! There is movement on the ghost ship, and its peripheral equipment seems to have woken up!"
"I know, Sandora is starting the ship," I replied casually, "Just keep suppressing it, its engine hasn't shut down yet. In addition, inform the follow-up personnel to come in in fifteen minutes. The spacecraft is safe."
I hung up the communication, and Sandora looked at the empty cabin and suddenly said: "Host, can you hear the sound here?"
"Host response," a soft electronic female voice sounded from all directions, "The whole system self-test has been completed, the main engine is working normally, the spacecraft is more than 90% damaged, and the entire system is in standby mode."
"We'll talk after these reports," Sandora waved her hand, "Do you know who we are? Does your authority authentication system still work?"
The soft voice sounded again: "Authentication is normal, Her Majesty Shandora Kelvi Ulassis, the emperor's authority, unrecorded individuals, the emperor's authority, the others are unrecognizable unrecorded individuals, including a protoss."
Dingdang is sticking his head out of my pocket and looking around. Such a small bean has been recognized. It seems that the ship's host computer is in good working condition. She can identify Sandora's and my authority levels. Everything Everything will be easier to handle.
"What's going on with this ship?" Sandora said as she glanced at Warren Field's body, "What's going on with this awakened human being? Which region are you from?"
"This ship does not belong to any independent world. It is an unorganized unit arranged and produced by an individual with special authority in the last years. The mission of this ship is to escape from the collapsing empire and continue to wander in the void, looking for possible routes according to the predicted route. The new kind of fire is the other survivors who escaped from the Empire Zone. Warren Field's awakening was due to an accident and force majeure. The spacecraft was damaged during the escape and could only perform the awakening procedure."
The situation is consistent with what Warren mentioned in his diary and what we guessed: the exiled spaceship was intercepted by the crazy imperial army shortly after setting off. Although it was in a highly silent state and looked like a dead ship, those who had lost their judgment The powerful Imperial Army still severely damaged the spacecraft, causing the hibernation facility to malfunction and shut down most of the spacecraft's functions. The unlucky starship commander began his solitary voyage for decades. Shandora thought for a while, and seemed to suddenly find something wrong: "Host, why didn't this human being go back to sleep? Is the sleep system of the spacecraft really completely stuck, and even you can't unblock it?"
When I heard it, I became curious: Warren Field¡¯s decades of solitary life could actually end by doing one thing, and that was to return to the hibernation cabin. But Warren mentioned in those diaries that the hibernation system refused him to return to that cabin. His explanation for this was that the hibernation system had completely failed. Due to a hard logic error, the hibernation cabin refused to be reopened, but the existence of the shipboard host It seems that this explanation is somewhat untenable: the ship-based host computerThe vegetable garden below has been taken care of by an automatic system to this day, and it still maintains its original appearance tens of thousands of years later.
This automatic system for tending the vegetable garden is actually not needed. If it were a ship-based host computer that had just left the production line, it would definitely not waste the energy on the spacecraft in such a meaningless place for the mission. At least a normal one would Yes, the shipboard host of the old empire should not have done this, but the shipboard host of this Xiling No. 6 ship did this.
This console boils it all down to logic, but I think it¡¯s much more than just logic.
I looked at Lilina, who was looking at Dingdang. Finally, the two of them looked at each other with regret and shook their heads: Not all lives can be resurrected. Mortals who enter the immortal state like their ancestors are just a special case. Wo There's no way Len Field is coming back.
"At least he calmed down when he left, and you stayed with him until the end." Shandora must have been thinking the same thing as me, so she comforted a spacecraft control system in an unprecedented way, and then she mentioned the original situation of the ship. Mission, "Host, you should have the details of the mission of this spacecraft and the final information about the area it belongs to. Please upload it to me."
"The host understands that the ship's initial mission log and the information sent to other survivors will be uploaded to your data terminal. The ship's construction information will also be uploaded, please pay attention to receive it."
Sandora confirmed that she had received the information, but was not in a hurry to read them. Instead, she continued to say to the ship's host: "Can I still return to the team?"
The shipboard host was silent for a while, while Sandora waited patiently. We heard some low sounds coming from deep inside the ship. It seemed that some new large-scale equipment was coming online. Then the lights in the hall dimmed. The indifferent electronic synthesized sound sounded again:
"Xiling No. 6 ship, the host n-ccer-06 is fully activated, the core is ready, and the ship is ready for attack." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com