First came the burned out breath.
Then there was a shock. And then many times. The sound of the soul cannon hitting the hard surface came one after another, and it was continuous. The red dust leaked in from unknown corners and floated in the air, spreading a thin layer on all surfaces.
shock.
A bigger, louder vibration than before. Presumably from the larger soul cannon and harder base.
The Cosmological Constant Project Team felt these two shocks deeply in the studio opened for them by the Endpoint Office at the end of the road. The light array composed of stone fireflies on the ceiling bore the brunt of the attack, flickering uneasily. Their dance was seriously distorted. Not only did their calculations stagnate, but they were in danger of reproducing within a few minutes. Almost at the same time, an unfixed impact cone was pushed by the violent earthquake and jumped from one side to the other on the wide table across the entire room, leaving a long and dull trace on the fallen dust.
It was still at the same time - several robots huddled in the corner, working intently on their own panels, were disturbed by the impact and dust. Their brains short-circuited, and their eyeballs popped out of their sockets.
The chain reaction seemed to be progressing catastrophically.
But the members of the planning team also took response actions almost at the same time——
An emergency digital apprentice quickly jumped out of his seat, grabbed the bumper, pushed it back to its original position, and locked the channel lock. The skull-shaped Olympian Maze appeared from the probability cloud together with his calculation table, showing an existence of more than 90%, and reported a series of numbers cleanly.
This provided more than 90 percent of the instructions.
Two clip girls flashed in, and a manager appeared beside him with a clatter. In less than a second, they put the room into a sealed state.
This also means that the number reported by Metz has officially entered the current process:
The digital apprentice who jumped up returned to his original position, while the three apprentices by the window stood up. One calibrated the clock and coordinate fluctuation meter, one assisted the recovery of Shiliu Yingying's light array, and the other ran towards the mechanical puppet. On the ceiling The compressed package of fallen tools was unfolded, and he operated them to repair the mechanical couple.
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All actions are completed quickly and quickly, with clear division of labor and impeccable priority for repairs. During this process, other digital apprentices were still immersed in calculations. Metz kept working and wrote two pages of draft paper.
Soon, the three apprentices completed their tasks and returned to their seats. At the same time, the penultimate cabinet door on the other side of the hall opened, and a gelatinous wave composed of a large number of mechanical fungi poured out, half of which was post-processing all the newly repaired parts, and half of which was spraying strengthening film for the studio.
The clip girl and the office manager surround a metz. Standing within the light range of his desk lamp, he opened the regular field.
Then there was another shock.
But unlike the previous vibration, the amplitude of this vibration remained basically unchanged, the amplitude was smooth, it lasted for about thirty seconds, and it came from a close distance. It didn't cause panic, everyone knew it was their own measure.
With this small, safe, beneficial vibration, the air was pumped out of the room along with the last red dust and noise.
The executed numbers jump to the last two:
Within fifteen seconds, new air was sent back, filling the studio again. The firing pin makes a crisp and sweet sound, reporting that the indoor environment test is completed and all impurities have been successfully filtered out.
Above the ceiling, Shi Liuying's light array stabilized again, and the mechanical puppet was as bright as new, continuing the interrupted process. The remaining mechanical fungi return to the cabinet, the cabinet door closes, and enters reproduction mode.
One hundred percent calm and order was restored in the studio.
At this time, the manager of the firm submitted a report in rapid mode to Yimeizi's desk.
"Boss Yi Zhante did not return at the agreed time. The expected truce did not happen. The attack spread to the vicinity of the terminal office." He added.
Metz stopped writing. Scanned the report. Digital apprentices and mechanical puppets are busy working and do not respond to their communications.
"Can you provide a confirmable reason?" Yimez asked.
"This is a very unexpected event," the firm manager replied. "A day and a half ago, the boss's position tracking at the End of the End failed. We were already looking for the reason. But the attack of the army of hell also came suddenly. We activated the contingency plan arranged by the boss.
But the opponent's offense was different from what was previously predicted. No warning. The intensity is also unusual. Plus we have limited manpower. So it cannot be confirmed at present. "
"Do you have any information that you can provide?" He paused and asked proactively.
"A lazy variable that should have been ignored was activated." Metz looked at him and said.
The manager looked around at the two girls. "Please forgive us for not being able to fully understand."
"Things are bad."
Yi Metz stretched out a bony finger and pushed the two draft papers forward, so that the structures could clearly see the extremely fine small words on them, "Based on the intensity of the impact just detected, this room The studio can probably survive Beelzebub's attack for two days. And our calculations are coming to a head."
"The current mode is indeed very expensive." The manager nodded, "We will help find a way. There is about a five percent chance that the running time can be extended for another two days. After all, we still need to defend the transaction under such an attack. Place."
"It's understandable. You've done your best."
"I think it might be a better idea to go to the boss and ask him for help," the manager said. "He can turn five percent into 55 percent."
"Five hundred percent. If Zhante is here."
Metz pointed to the last few lines of the draft paper, his voice unusually serious, "But our chance of finding him is less than 0.5%. That's the problem."
"oh."
The manager leaned down and looked at those lines, nodded without much fluctuation in his voice, "Are there any other possibilities?"
"The best possibility is that we can calculate the cosmological constant within these two days. But this chance is less than 0.03%. In addition, I can move the entire studio with me. This is the method with the highest coverage. . It is also the last resort. I will activate it based on the opportunity."
Yi Metz looked at him with empty eye sockets, "As for you, are there any other possibilities?"
"we do not have."
"Then I hope the odds are on your side. You can go and get busy. Thank you for your hard work."
"Thank you." The manager nodded again.
He was about to leave with the clerks. But in the studio that had been completely sealed and isolated from the outside world, a fluffy white shadow suddenly appeared in front of them.
Metz glanced at the white shadow, sat up straight, flipped through the draft paper, and quickly confirmed.
"Not bad. It has risen to 30%." He said with a smile.
"Which probability are you talking about just now?" the office manager asked politely.
