Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 22 One-Day Thesis

Shanglu watched the crane complete loading all four magazines of Honglian, and retracted the four long arms to fix it. I wonder if the girl in the cockpit will notice a young man standing behind the observation window of the workshop?

Shanglu looked at Honglian for a long time. The height of the operation office was almost the same as Honglian's head. The latter stood tall like a giant Buddha. Can you see hope, can you see the future of mankind, can you see the meaning of its standing here - but Shanglu doesn't know whether this man-made god can give himself a clear answer, maybe even this machine The god himself is panicked, flustered, and at a loss. It was created in a hurry by human beings, and it bears the heavy responsibility of fighting angels from the moment it wakes up. It is still a child, although it is 50 meters high and thousands of meters tall. tons.

Who is not a child?
But children also face life and death.

After an unknown amount of time, the workers in the workshop began to evacuate, and all the work surfaces around the giant machinery were slowly moved away. The huge hydraulic rod supported Honglian's back, and slowly lowered it flat. In the red flashes, the crimson giant slowly lay flat, and then it will be transported horizontally to the Nanshan Tunnel, from the bottom of the Nanshan mountain to beyond the defense line.

Shanglu turned his head and saw a BCI system parked in the corner of the office, covered with a layer of gray dust-proof cloth, and only a silhouette could be seen. Shanglu knew that there was a recliner and a neuron electrical signal system under it. Analyzer, which was his old profession, he could recognize it with his eyes closed.

This is the control center office, and it is not surprising that nerve connections and brain-computer interface testing equipment are piled up. Shanglu used to remove the dust-proof cloth covering it, and it turned out to be an old-fashioned head-mounted BCI system underneath. The set used in the Automation Institute is almost the same model, with a large armrest recliner, a helmet on the seat cushion, and an analyzer standing on the floor as high as half a person. It is not turned on, and all the indicators and screens are black. Yes, messy cables coiled together, very old.

Shang Lu dusted off the dust, picked up the cable and threw it aside, then lifted the helmet and put it on his head. The cable connected to the helmet fell down like a dirty braid, and Shang Lu suddenly had a thick and thick head. long braids.

The helmet is an electrical signal collection device. It feels a bit like a scalp massager when you wear it. You can feel the dense contacts pressing on the scalp. I don’t know how many times I have worn this thing. It feels very familiar. Every touch inside the helmet The bioelectric activity of the cerebral cortex can be collected at any point. This is a signal collector with a fairly high resolution. It is no problem to use it to control a robot. A person with skills and know-how can use it to control a whole team of five people. In the robot football team, two people can play the game, and Phytolaca is often the best in this kind of competition.

Without boasting, there are no more than five people in the entire 151 base who are more proficient in the BCI system than him.

However, head-mounted non-invasive electrodes cannot meet the mission requirements of anti-advent. Only the invasive BCI system can take on the heavy responsibility on the battlefield against angels.

Phytophthora lay quietly on the armchair, wearing a helmet and closing his eyes, imagining that each of the electrodes in the helmet would become steel needles, slowly extending and piercing his skull.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the phone on the desk. He hesitated for a long time, and suddenly the doorknob of the office rang.

A little girl opened the door quietly, poking her head in.

It is a white tree.

"Plant land?" she called softly, "Are you here?"

"Why didn't you take refuge?" Shanglu frowned.

When Bai Shu saw Shanglu sitting in the corner, his eyes lit up.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, because you didn't take refuge. Your seat in the car was empty. I thought something happened to you." Bai Shu came in and closed the door with his hands behind his back, and wiped the pimple on his forehead. Khan, "It scared me to death, let me find it easily."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Because I like you." Bai Shu replied quite naturally, she briskly went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, then leaned against the window and drank slowly, watching Phytolacca's embarrassing face slowly turning red while drinking .

"Is it true that no one has ever told you that they like you?" Bai Shu leaned over.

"……No."

"That's it now." Bai Shu drank the water, threw the paper cup into the trash can, and leaned in front of Shang Lu, with both hands pressed on the armrest of the recliner, his pointed face was lighted behind his back, but his eyes were special Bright.She put her legs on Phytolaca's chair, and slowly bent down, the hair that fell down almost touched the latter's forehead.

"Forget it, there is monitoring." Bai Shu rolled his eyes and briskly retreated.

Shang Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed, and you don't have to like me, I just need to like you." Bai Shu turned around, "But there's no telling when I won't like you."

"What's good about me?"

Bai Shu looked him up and down, "Well... probably it has grown to my aesthetic point, you know it feels weird, if you like it, you just like it, there are not so many reasons."

"Then you have a different aesthetic."

"My aesthetics are really different." Bai Shu nodded, "Aren't you going to take refuge? If you don't go, I will stay here with you. If the anti-advention operation fails and 151 is breached, we can die in the piece."

Shang Lu's heart moved slightly.

This is really a tempting condition. There is a girl who said that she can die with you, and she is also very beautiful and smart.

It's a man who should nod at this time.

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"The power supply interface is disconnected and switched to the body's self-powered."

"Arm [-] is unlocked, Arm [-] is unlocked, Arm [-] is unlocked, Arm [-] is unlocked, confirm that all are unlocked."

"Here is Shen Jiang, the first pilot of Honglian. I am reporting the status of the airframe checklist: the calculation core is normal, the control core is normal, and the power core is normal."

Shen Jiang is wearing a bloated and heavy force feedback control system, suspended in the transparent cockpit, and the control panel and pop-up windows are quickly brushed around. Shen Jiang can control them with his eyes and thoughts. Unreachable, she is suspended in a data sphere, and a huge amount of data rolls on the inner sphere.

Honglian lay flat on a huge mobile platform. People transferred it horizontally from workshop 110, and transported it outside the defense line through the Nanshan Tunnel. Such a huge and heavy system could not move much faster than walking. The huge searchlights moved from Hitting Honglian's body from bottom to top, bright white beams of light intersected each other to form a net, enveloping the red giant in the net, and the workers of 151 followed around.

The mobile platform stops after exiting the tunnel entrance, and it is outside the defense line any further, and people cannot follow it.

"The weapon system is full."

"Standard clock time."

"The gravitational gyroscope is reset to zero."

"Riemann Probe Calibration."

Shen Jiang looked straight ahead, and as far as his eyes could see was a dark and silent world.

The anti-advent mission has always been a single fight, and each giant machine is fighting alone. Next, she will face the most powerful enemy in human history alone without any backup.

The Joint Reference Center has given each giant machine driver a great deal of independent decision-making power. This is the reason for their high rank. They have the power to decide how to fight on the battlefield, because angels can easily destroy the fragile radio communication chain of human beings. Under such circumstances, giant machinery drivers can't even get the most basic rear information, and don't even have a person to talk to. They can only collect information, analyze the situation, make decisions, and implement plans. They are the loneliest people in history. warrior.

"Communication confirmation, the sending unit descended to the Joint Reference Center, and the receiving unit GAAS-017 Red Lotus."

"Dongyaoguai, Dongyaoyao, are you ready?"

The joint reference center is the higher level in the task chain, responsible for overall planning and formulation of combat plans. Its office is in Guanyinqiao, Chongqing City. The 151 headquarters is not responsible for commanding operations. At most, they can only assist.

"Yaoguai report, it's ready—"

The corner of the girl's mouth raised, one hand opened and the other clenched a fist, and they slammed into each other heavily.

"Guren—stand up for me!"

(End of this chapter)