Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

ps: Happy National Day everyone. I always feel tired every holiday ...

I failed to meet up with "Plus" after the medical examination. The person in charge took me directly to the rotating ladder when I arrived, and arrived at the edge of a pipe wall where there is no cabin. There is a **** pipe directly above and below, and the current A section of the pipe wall at the intersection of the pipe was excavated, and you can see the lifting track at the opposite inner wall, which looks like an "elevator". However, I also feel that it has undertaken the same function. The young female aborigine walked to the console on one side, pulled down the hand brake, pressed the button and said a few words. After the electronic voice responded, about ten seconds later, the box-shaped cabin fell from above the lifting pipe. The sparks from the friction on the track sputtered, making people feel the roughness of this landing method. The considerable wind pressure passed by me, but the female aborigines on the side looked strange.

The sound of a fixed metal came from the box-shaped cabin. The door opened in a burst of exhaust. A man with a body structure similar to "Plus" drilled out of the body from behind the door. He was also obviously transformed. When working, the body can It is integrated with the elevator cabin for more efficient and more precise operation. However, compared with "Plus", his transformation seems to be deeper. The right half of the face has been thoroughly instrumented, and there are large and small cameras. When looking at me, these lenses may stretch or contract, emitting cold light. Gives a mechanically cold feeling.

He said a series of "high-speed language", and responded to him not by the female aborigines, but by the nearby console. Afterwards, he talked to the female aborigines who approached him again. Zhong issued a translated electronic voice of the terminal: "Come on." He didn't plan to say more to me, and got into the elevator cabin very simply. The female aborigines waved at me and got in.

When I walked into the cabin, I only felt that it was extremely downloaded. In addition to the captain seat responsible for the operation, there were only four passenger seats left, with two in a row. Back to back together. However, because the aborigines are quite strong, the seats are also larger than normal people. The female aborigines have already sat in, and I quickly followed. After I sat down, she pulled the safety lock from above and fixed us firmly in place.

Despite these details, I have long understood that this lift cabin is definitely not a comfortable mode of transportation. However, when it started, this ordinary person's body still felt a little difficult. Because of its excellent acceleration ability, the force exerted on the body is quite huge. I feel that the whole person can only bear this pressure, and there is no way to even make a sound. Moreover, the tremor in the cabin is very serious, making people wonder whether there is no shock absorber installed at all, and it is replaced by someone with a slightly weaker sense of balance. Probably spit it out immediately.

In short, the technology of this gathering place gives me a very serious impression of a cottage. It can be used in basic functions, but the details are very rough, and the comfort level is almost no. It seems that there is a better reference object, but because of its own technical problems, it cannot be completely reproduced. There is a great need for similar functions, which can only be compromised in detail. However, given the history of this gathering place mentioned by "Plus", it is not difficult to imagine their efforts to survive. And restrictions. Their technical knowledge and production conditions have been severely blocked and restricted due to geographical reasons, and they can develop to the current appearance, which is also the result of the joint efforts of several generations.

The cabin is completely closed and is still accelerating. In addition to the captain's appearance, the female aborigines sitting next to me have frowned, and they have a bitter endurance. The accelerated ascent continued for five minutes, and I felt that even the internal organs had to be squeezed out, so when it eased slightly, the already overwhelmed nerve felt very keenly. The female aborigine took a long breath and complained to the captain. Although he did n’t understand it, the tone was quite obvious. The captain did n’t speak, just hit a row on the display board above us. The text should be a response to the female aborigines. The expression of the female aborigines is quite wonderful, obviously that is not a word of regret.

"Sit down!" She said to me suddenly with an interpreter.

I just reacted and immediately squeezed it with a huge force, and the harsh sound of the friction drilled into the cabin. Obviously, the elevator cabin had begun to slow down, and it was more violent than when it accelerated. If there is no security lock, we will be thrown away.

This unbearable experience finally reached the end. The female aboriginal forcefully pulled up the safety lock and rushed out staggering as soon as the door was opened, kneeling and vomiting outside the door. She is tall, but her body's load capacity is weaker than mine. I just felt that my feet were a bit soft, but there was no sign of dizziness and vomiting. After I walked out of the cabin door and planned to appease the young female Aboriginal, the cabin was closed again. In the violent friction and splashing sparks, it accelerated again, and after a few blinks, it completely disappeared from the wall In the shadows.

"Are you okay?" I reached out to the young female aborigines.

She glanced at me, wiped off the dirt on the corner of her mouth, and did not mean any dodge, grabbed my hand and stood up with my strength.

"Come with me." Her emotions calmed down again, at least, her face changed into that stereotyped look, and she walked directly towards the bridge on the platform side of the elevator. We didn't have more conversations, and when we crossed this bridge, we didn't meet other people who traveled with it. However, from the side of the bridge, we could vaguely see the people on the bridge in the distance. This pipe is huge, and it is almost impossible to feel like a pipe in it, and the light is very gloomy. The light opposite the bridge is dazzling and warm, and it is full of attraction.

We walked straight across the bridge and walked into the light over there. What we saw was a group of buildings formed by structures. However, the style is different from the buildings in the waste capital. The outline is mostly rounded, giving a soft It feels, and it also gives a sense of order in the planning, with lattice-like streets interlaced between the areas. The position of the female aborigines and me at this time is higher in the building complex, overlooking it, not crowded but not to mention the scarce aboriginal people flowing in the aisles, stairs, overpasses and semi-open architectural corridors As a result, a vitality that was completely different from that in the waste capital area suddenly appeared.

We walked down the stairs exposed on the surface of the building, which had no railings on the outermost side. If you accidentally fall, in this living area, you can see similar ladders wrapped around the outside of buildings, and from time to time you can see people walking through us like us.

Is this place really inside a certain pipe? I looked up at the distant zenith. There seemed to be something that blocked the most authentic appearance, only giving a vague sense of colorlessness. The light is abundant, but it makes people deeply feel that it is not some kind of artificial cold light that is not emitted by the "sun".

Yes, the light is very bright, but there is no temperature, part of the building complex is blocked by large shadows, people walking outside the room. The shadow is also very profound. The whole scene is like a black and white painting deliberately rendered. The white and black parts are filled with thick color blocks, and the contrast is quite strong.

"Where are we going?" I asked for the first time because, we have been away for quite a long time in this complex. Although it is not without the existence of transportation, there are more. People who are walking, just like us now, give people a very slow sense of life rhythm. Perhaps for these aborigines living in enclosed spaces, the changes have always been extremely slow, with technology. Lifespan can also be extended, and because of lack of resources, there is nothing particularly urgent. However, for me, time is very precious.

"When will I see your seniors?" The female aborigines did not answer. So I asked again.

"I don't know." The female aborigine finally spoke. She stopped and stared at me. "My job is just to put you down. More things I can't understand."

Is that true? I couldn't help thinking. Such placement is undoubtedly a worse situation than violent treatment. However, even if I want to be more proactive, there is no way to distinguish between southeast and northwest in a short period of time. The range of buildings here is larger than I thought. Moreover, because of language, it is difficult to communicate with ordinary people, and it is not so easy to obtain information about the position of high-level officials. If there is a lot of trouble here, causing serious damage, even if you can force the high-level meeting, it will still leave great sequelae. Before you understand the current situation and the status of the forces of all parties, it will seem neutral It is quite irrational to push people towards the enemy.

I think that although the situation is a bit wrong, it is not the time for extreme action.

After that, we did n’t have more conversations. The female aborigines brought me into a semi-circular building, which should be a personal room. . There is only one bed, two chairs, a table and a cabinet in the room, all of which are integrated with the room. This style is similar to those in the waste capital. The clothes I changed were already placed on the table, and they were wrapped in a combat trench coat. When I untied the count, the female aborigines had left quietly, and there was really no politeness to say goodbye.

The Aboriginal people I contacted, including the "Plus" that I chatted with for a while, gave me a deep sense of separation, making me feel that they did not intend to understand me, nor did they intend to let me know. they. Perhaps, for every outsider, they have this attitude. However, in this way, the idea of ​​"communicating for information" is useless. If they really do n’t have much interest in me, or if they do n’t plan to obtain intelligence from me, but target the entire group of outsiders, then my value of existence is really for them. It is not as big as expected.

If you have information on "plus" and "ping", you might be able to find the door and use them as a springboard, but the gathering place directly separated me from them. I stood alone by the window and looked at this life circle. I felt like "I was like a drop of water into the strange sea". Although I felt a little out of place, for the "sea", it was basically It's so small that it doesn't pay attention.

As a result, a strong sense of loneliness suddenly struck.

After throwing this feeling of loneliness into my head, I felt my heartbeat, adjusted my emotions and state to a moderately intense combat state, and then put on the original combat clothing and configured the weapons one by one. As I expected before, the people in the gathering place are totally indifferent to these "unscrupulous weapons" without mystery. but. If the critical weapon is still there, it will probably be confiscated by them. There is no possibility of "cold treatment" at the beginning.

I thought to myself, just about to go out, and suddenly a strong shock came from under my feet. The sound of explosions came from the streets, and the hustle and bustle of people suddenly boiled. The sense of life that had been stable before has suddenly become sharp, giving people a very bad feeling. I do n’t know what happened. From the window, I can only see a lot of debris falling from the zenith, as if the top wall of the pipe above had collapsed, and the place where the debris fell was blocked by several buildings, but , To estimate the volume of those fragments based on the distance. Generally, they have a diameter of more than ten meters. Falling from such a high place is undoubtedly a terrible situation. Because the building is made of a structure, it is very solid. There should be no large-scale collapse. However, When I tried to tell what happened. A building is penetrated by a beam of light, and this beam of light is cut laterally. After being cut off by the waist, the upper half slipped down neatly.

From this point of view, it is not an ordinary accident, but this place was attacked by the enemy and was able to penetrate the pipeline and sweep the structure. The weapons used are quite powerful. "Is it a body life?" The intensity of such an attack made me think so, and I didn't think it was ridiculous. Indeed, the living area of ​​the gathering place naturally has a very high degree of security defense measures, which can develop to such a prosperous scene. This area must have not been attacked for a long time. however. This does not mean that the elemental life must not be attacked.

Although the gathering place succeeded in growing between the life of the body and the dead body soldiers, when they were operating in the abandoned capital area, they also had to face the threat of both. The gathering place that grew up in battle was quite equivalent in all aspects. Powerful, in many cases, achieved a balance with the two, maintaining a weak balance. However, when this superficial power is compared with the "full power of elementary life", how far can it be achieved? I think I am afraid that even the high-level of the gathering place itself is not very clear, because the survival of the gathering place has always been based on the fact that it is not directly confronted with the life of the body.

If the defensive measures of the gathering place are unbearable in the face of the life of the body, it is a fact that is difficult for the aborigines to accept, then from now on, they will face this fact squarely.

The destruction continued, and the falling objects kept knocking on the shell, bridges, and stairs of the building, and finally collapsed in this violent collision. People's screams quickly spread. In the incident center, many people have already moved towards They fled in the direction, but soon, their position began to tilt, so most people fell like a dumpling from the pot, falling from the sky, without having to witness it, they could imagine the final misery. The figure of the life of the body is in these collapsed buildings, the crowd that is difficult to escape, occasionally reveals, and quickly disappears. While observing, I didn't think that their actions were very targeted. There should be a clear destination, but I just stayed here for various reasons.

For them, the destructive work here, for them, I am afraid that they are just doing things at hand, and there is no too active idea, and there is no intention of stopping. Such a large and dynamic destruction will of course stun the protectors of the gathering place. Perhaps at the beginning, they failed to respond in time, but soon the pursuers gathered from all directions. Most of their dresses are the same as "flat" them, and the propellers installed on their bodies and limbs give them a very strong mobility. A jump is like a glide.

When they were in midair, some of the protectors had already attacked with speargun weapons they carried with them. However, the damage caused by the discharge gun heads hitting the life of the body was not as big as imagined. In retrospect, "ping" them in the battle between me and the life of the body, not to attack the life of the body itself, but to destroy its standing and force it to fall. Moreover, the gun head used at that time was released from the offline machine, regardless of the size or power, it is larger and stronger than the portable models held by these protectors today. Assuming that "Ping" and others believe that direct attacks by offline machines will not affect the life of the body, then these protectors seemingly intensive offensives are actually completely ineffective for the life of the body, which is understandable.

The protectors did not feel that their long-range attack could be effective. When the arc and smoke blurred the vision, some protectors pulled out a long knife-shaped device from the waist under the cover of the shooting To leave life. Their hand-held knives do not have sharp blades, they can only be called "knife" in shape, but it is this form that is very similar to the critical weapon I once had. I have to doubt that these melee weapons are imitations.

This made me wonder, if there are imitations, will there be genuine ones? The reason why this gathering place can survive is because they have some kind, or even several kinds of critical weapons? Or, at the level of weapon production, is it already close to the level of critical weapons? The answer seems to be when one of the protectors successfully hit a body life with a long knife.

The posture of the elementary life suddenly became stiff. Although the protector was still struck out in the end, several blades were soon slashed into its body. The arc entangled the body of this elemental life, making it helpless to kneel on the ground, which seemed a bit difficult. However, it was not just one person, another extremely strong elementary life coming from the chain, swept with terrible power The protectors of these siege companions.

Those who tried to further oppress the wounded life of the body, were immediately blown away, the protective clothing was disintegrated in mid-air, and thanks to the blessing of this protective clothing, they did not die immediately, but, they will Can't stand up.

Once suppressed, the life of the elemental body successfully stood up. It seemed that there was no serious damage, only that the surface of the structure left a trace of being attacked. It seems that although the long swords are somewhat effective, they still have a lot of confirmation when facing the life of the body. If it is just a siege of a body life, there may be a possibility of victory, but the body life I can observe, there are a total of five people-this is already the number of troubles in the case of critical weapons .

The protectors attacked with their own lives, and the advancement of the body life was temporarily delayed. However, not all the life of the body has been shot. A body that is nearly ten meters tall and covered with antenna-like objects Life is like a tower, standing in the present position, it seems to be sensing something. Other body life is to protect him from being disturbed, and to knock out the protectors who are attacking one after another out of range.

I do n’t know much about the location of this living area in the whole gathering place ~ www.readwn.com ~ However, if these elemental lives really come with a certain purpose, then it seems that this piece can also be proved from the side. The living area is very close to the "critical area of ​​the gathering place", and even the shape of the living area itself is nothing more than a cover-up of the core functions of this area.

I do n’t know much about this gathering place or the purpose of the body life. The indigenous people I met along the way gave me the impression of being very exclusive. I do n’t know what would happen if I used Night Crow Quark. "Ping" reminded not to release the night crow quark, otherwise it will cause panic to others, which means that not everyone in this gathering place is like him, and can easily accept the kind of life like a body. presence.

If you release the Night Crow Quark, even if you win, in fact, the help of the gathering place is given. Under the concept of inherent vigilance, there may not be a good result-the hint of "ping" always gives me this feeling.

It is painful to be able to see death without being able to do so, in violation of the hero's code. However, it doesn't matter, I'm already conscious.

What this gathering place needs is not me as "outsiders" and "passers-by". I am not their hero. (To be continued ...)