Area 51, Nevada, United States. This area that can be searched on satellite maps often attracts aliens and UFO fans from all over the world to come for "Holy Land Tours". They and they also look forward to seeing it again. A "flying saucer crash".
As for whether there are aliens, there are different opinions, but there are indeed rumors that black technology comes from advanced civilizations.
Two travelers from the UK rented an RV and drove across most of the United States, and finally got off the bus outside Area 51.
They opened beers and prepared their cameras, intending to take a group photo.
"Graeme, are you ready? Smile." Traveler Clive waved the camera on his hand.
"Of course." Graeme held up the wine bottle and showed a silly smile.
And this is all monitored.
The two travelers didn't know that beneath their feet, five thousand meters underground, had been hollowed out decades ago, and a force field that was acting all the time was filling the hole. In the force field, there are several consecutive layers of "research institutions".
The security personnel watching the surveillance took a sip of black coffee, ate donuts, and mocked the two travelers on the ground: "What idiots, there are no aliens in this world."
He was still eating, unaware of what kind of black technology experiments were being done on the floor beneath his feet.
On the last floor, the lines are neatly connected to the sockets to provide power for the instruments. There are many instruments like this, but they only serve a small instrument.
Calling it a small instrument actually comes from comparison, because this small and cute instrument really looks like a mechanical caterpillar. Wireless charging uses a force field to replenish energy for the mechanical caterpillar.
In the monitoring room, which was separated by several layers of thick protective shields, the researchers stood ready.
"Countdown to the first experiment of Mindsworm hole, 10, 9, 8... starts!"
A huge hum came from the black-tech motor, but was absorbed by the sound-absorbing force field.
As the electricity transformed, the mechanical caterpillar became full of vitality and... "vitality".
The meditation worm made with black technology began to squirm on the small "booth".
Its mouthparts open and close, gnawing at the space.
A moth-eaten apple will gnaw out passages in the apple. So if space becomes an "apple", where will these gnawed passages lead?
Anywhere in this world? Or... another parallel time and space?
The impact of the spatial folds was smoothed out by the force field released by another instrument, leaving only the small, infinitely deep hole.
"Did it succeed?" The leader of the experiment stared intently.
He was wearing a white coat and looked about fifty years old. His age may be an illusion caused by his bald head and full beard. If you ignore the baldness, he does look a bit like the murals in various cathedrals. The transformed Jesus.
The ID card hanging on his chest reads his name [Dr.Jesus Christ]
Or you can call him God.
Dr. Giese asked himself: "Did I succeed? Did the joint program really succeed?"
The assistant student on the side opened the champagne: "Teacher, the progress of the meditation worm project will definitely be successful."
But obviously, popping the champagne at halftime is not a good sign.
The meditating worm paused, and the light in the little worm's eyes flashed. The original established program was disrupted at this moment.
As a result, it began to eat holes one after another in the surrounding space without control, large or small.
So a group of researchers began to work hard to put out fires, programmers repaired, and those who maintained black technology used real-time data monitoring and control...
The assistant held the champagne and could not say a word.
The space seems as thin as paper, and the spaces with holes are vaguely connected together.
Countless thumb-sized cavities have connected and become as big as a fist, and the irregular surface has become more rounded by the gnawing of meditation worms.
When the fire-fighting is completed, the Meditation Worm shuts down,
The wormhole is as big as a basketball board.
"Lock and capture that wormhole! Quick!"
The instrument is started, but it is still running the program, but it has been locked first.
"Do it! I should clean up the memory!" "What are you doing?! Why haven't you caught it yet!" "Hurry up!"
But time does not wait for anyone, and the wormhole suddenly condenses into a singularity that is imperceptible to the naked eye, falls into space, and disappears.
All that's left is the downed meditation worm.
The leader looked coldly at the assistant holding the champagne glass: "Open it, and continue to open champagne at halftime from now on."
"Dr. Giese, the wormhole has been found." A person reported.
"Where?" Giseth asked immediately.
"Japan, at a certain point on the line from Kyoto Station to Maihara Station, it seems... to have expanded, and the newly developed Gunmaru is on this line and is now... moving."
"Jesus Christ..." Dr. Geese covered his forehead and eyes and shouted his name.
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After starting from Osaka Station and stopping at Kyoto Station, three passengers walked into the originally empty carriage.
One black, one brown and one white, the three people were seated in the middle, only across the aisle from the blind matchmaker.
But the three people obviously didn't pay attention to the blind man and the matchmaker, and just talked in low voices.
Afterwards, the Gunmaru continued to depart.
"Are there no flight attendants on the Gunmaru?" The blind man also asked in a low voice. From the beginning to now, he has not seen a single flight attendant.
"No, the Gunmaru itself is a 'self-service' train. Passengers can go to the dining car to eat and find drinks by themselves. After all, the Gunmaru is a new type of train that has just been put into use. Even There is no crew chief, because the Gunmaru is just like Iron Man, it is equipped with artificial intelligence.
However, artificial intelligence has one disadvantage. It can easily be hacked by black domain hackers, causing some functions to fail. For example, when you are fighting with a rice elephant, there should be mechanical guards dispatched to stop it, but obviously you did not see the mechanical guard. Guard. "The matchmaker also communicated in a low voice with the blind man.
On the side, Wang Ziming, after eating his fill, lay down on the table and took an afternoon nap.
"Oh, no wonder." The blind man understood.
Then the train sounded a prompt: "Dear passengers, hello, the train is about to arrive at the station..."
But then the prompt sound started to sizzle and became distorted and repeated.
"Hello, hello, hello... The train is about to arrive, Da, Da, Ruyue... Ruyue... Qunzhen Station... Qunzhen Station, Qunzhen Station has arrived,
Passengers, please don’t get off the car at will. Passengers, please don’t get off the car at will. Passengers, please don’t get off the car at will. Don’t get off the car at will.
Get off at will, get off at will, get off, get off. "
"What's going on?" the blind man thought to himself, "Qunzhen Station? Is there such a station on the line?"
The matchmaker rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, eyes filled with disbelief.
The day turned into night, shrouded in mist. Only the outline of the mountains could be seen in the hazy mist. The mountains and forests were dark, as if they had opened a huge mouth that could swallow people up.
The platform of the old-fashioned station is dilapidated and dilapidated, and the electric lights flicker on and off, attracting light-seeking moths to bury themselves in it one after another.
Passengers dressed in different costumes poured into the car from the opened door.
They were extremely quiet. After sitting down, they each did something, fell asleep, played with their mobile phones or tablets, and communicated in low voices.
The blind man felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
The demonic consciousness in his body finally said, "These things are not human beings."
The train did not leave for a long time, and only the prompt sound repeated: "Please get off, get off, get off..."
The matchmaker opened her phone and found a message.
"Don't get off, don't get off, don't get off."
The three people next to them also took out their mobile phones, their faces full of confusion.
The blind man's phone vibrated and he took it out to take a look.
It was sent by the "person" with the note "Lingling Dangdang".
Brain imaging saw the content of the message.
"Why don't you get out of the car and see me? Qin Xiya."
The blind man suddenly realized: "Oh, what a ghost."
