Phytolacca watched as the crane loaded Honglian's four magazines and the four long arms were retracted and fixed. I wonder if the girl in the cockpit noticed a young man standing behind the observation window of the workshop?
Shanglacca looked at Honglian for a long time. The height of the workman's office was almost the same as Honglian's head. The latter stood majestic like a giant Buddha. At a certain moment, Shanghulu wanted to blurt out and ask whether its six keen eyes were Can you see hope, whether you can see the future of mankind, whether you can see the significance of its standing here - but Phytolacca does not know whether this man-made god can give him a clear answer, maybe even this machine The god himself is also frightened, flustered, and at a loss. It was created in a hurry by humans. From the moment it woke up, it shouldered the heavy responsibility of fighting angels. It was still a child, although it was almost fifty meters tall. It weighs thousands of tons.
Who is not a child?
But children also have to face life and death.
After an unknown amount of time, the workers in the workshop began to evacuate, and all the working surfaces surrounding the giant machinery slowly moved away. The huge hydraulic rod supported Honglian's back and slowly laid it flat. When the warning light turned yellow and In the flash of red, the crimson giant slowly lay down. Next, it would be transported horizontally to the Nanshan Tunnel, from under the Nanshan Mountain to beyond the defense line.
Phytolacca turned his head and saw a neural signal recognition test system parked in the corner of the office. It was covered with a layer of gray dust-proof cloth. Only an outline could be seen. Phytolacca knew that underneath it was a recliner and a neural machine. Yuandian signal analyzer, this is Phytolacca's old specialty, he can recognize it even with his eyes closed.
This is the core control office. It’s not surprising that there are stacks of neural connection and brain-computer interface test equipment. Phytoluca walked over and uncovered the dust-proof cloth covering it. It turned out that underneath was an old-fashioned neural signal recognition system, and he The set used in the automation laboratory is almost the same model, with a large armchair, a helmet placed on the cushion of the chair, and an analyzer standing on the floor about half a person's height. It is not turned on, and all the indicator lights and screens are Dark, messy cables coiled together, very old.
Phytolacca dusted off the dust, picked up the cable and threw it aside, then picked up the helmet and put it on his head. The cable connected to the helmet hung down like dreadlocks. Phytolacca suddenly had a thick and thick head. Long braids.
The helmet is an electrical signal collector. It feels a bit like a scalp massager when you put it on. You can feel the dense contacts pressing on your scalp. Phytolacca doesn’t know how many times I have worn this thing. It feels very familiar. Every touch inside the helmet The bioelectrical activity of the cerebral cortex can be collected at any point. This is a very high-resolution signal collector. There is no problem at all in using it to control a robot. People who have mastered the skills and know-how can use it to control an entire robot. A human-robot football team can play a game with just two people, and Phytolacca often comes out on top 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 neural connection system than him.
However, head-mounted non-invasive electrodes cannot meet the mission requirements of anti-adventure. Only the invasive BCI system can shoulder the important task on the battlefield against the angels.
Phytolacca lay quietly on the armchair, wearing a helmet and closing his eyes, imagining that each of the electrodes in the helmet turned into a steel needle, slowly extending and piercing his skull.
He opened his eyes and looked at the phone on his desk. He hesitated for a long time, and suddenly the door handle of the office clicked.
A little girl quietly opened the door and poked her head in.
It's a white tree.
"Phytolacca?" she called softly, "are you here?"
"Why didn't you take refuge?" Shanglu frowned.
Bai Shu's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Phytolacca sat in the corner.
"I was looking for you everywhere because you didn't go to seek refuge either. Your seat in the car was empty. I thought something had happened to you." Bai Shu came in, closed the door with his backhand, and wiped the dirt on his forehead. Khan, "I'm scared to death. Let me find it easily."
"What do you want from me?"
"Because I like you." Bai Shu replied matter-of-factly. She briskly went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, then leaned against the window and drank slowly. While drinking, she looked at Phytolacca's shy face that was slowly turning red. .
"Has no one ever told you that they like you?" Bai Shu came over.
"……No."
"Now we have it." Bai Shu drank the water and threw the paper cup into the trash can. He leaned in front of Phytolacca and pressed his hands on the armrests of the recliner. His pointed little face was illuminated, but his two eyes were particularly special. Bright. She rested her legs on Phytolacca's chair and slowly leaned over, her hanging hair almost touching the latter's forehead.
"Forget it, there is surveillance." Bai Shu rolled his eyes and backed away briskly.
Phytolacca breathed a huge 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 you can't tell when I will stop liking you."
"What good do I have?"
Bai Shu looked him up and down, "Well... it probably has reached my aesthetic point. You know, this thing feels weird. If you like it, you just like it. There's not much reason why."
"Then your aesthetics are quite different."
"My aesthetics are indeed quite 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-adventure operation fails and 151 is breached, we can die there piece."
Shangluca's heart moved slightly.
This is really a tempting offer. There is a girl who says she can die with you. She is also very beautiful and smart.
It is the man who should nod at this time.
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"The power supply interface is disconnected and the body switches to self-power supply."
"Unlock the No. 1 arm, unlock the No. 2 arm, unlock the No. 3 arm, and unlock the No. 4 arm. Confirm that all are unlocked."
"This is Honglian's first pilot, Shen Jiang, reporting the status of the aircraft body check list: the computing 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. The control panels and pop-up windows are flying around quickly. Shen Jiang can control them with his eyeballs and thoughts. This control speed is far faster than manual control. Out of reach, she is suspended in a data sphere, with huge amounts of data rolling on the inner sphere.
Honglian lay flat on a huge mobile platform. People transported it horizontally from the 110 workshop and transported it to the outside of the defense line through the Nanshan Tunnel. Such a large and heavy system moved not much faster than walking. The huge searchlight came from Hitting Honglian's body from bottom to top, the bright white light beams crossed each other to form a net, shrouding the red giant in the net, and 151 workers followed around.
The mobile platform stops after exiting the tunnel. Going forward is outside the defense line, and people cannot follow it.
"Weapon systems are fully stocked."
"Standard clocks set the time."
"Gravity gyroscope zeroed."
"Riemann Probe Calibration."
Shen Jiang stared straight ahead, seeing a dark and silent world.
Counter-adventure missions have always been fought alone, with each giant machine fighting alone. Next, she has to face the most powerful enemy in human history alone, without any backup.
The Joint Command Center has given each giant weapon pilot great autonomy in decision-making. This is the reason for their high level. They have the power to decide how to fight on the battlefield, because angels can easily destroy humans' fragile radio communication links. In many cases, Under such circumstances, giant machine pilots cannot even get the most basic rear intelligence, and they don’t even have anyone to talk to. They can only collect information, analyze the situation, make decisions, and execute plans by themselves. They are the loneliest people in history. warrior.
"This is the Anti-Advent Alliance Center. Call GAAS-017 Honglian. You are ready."
The Joint Command Center is the superior in the task chain and is responsible for overall coordination and formulation of operational plans. The headquarters is located in Guanyinqiao, Chongqing. The headquarters of 151 is not responsible for commanding operations. They can only assist at most.
The corner of the girl's mouth raised, one hand opened and the other clenched a fist, and they hit each other hard.
"Guren—stand up!"
