Introduction:
"Huainanzi Astronomical Training": "Five stars and eight winds, twenty-eight constellations. Five sense organs and six mansions, Zi Palace, Taiwei, Xuanyuan, Xianchi, four guards, Tian'a."
Another king of the Qing Dynasty thought of Sun and said: Tian'a is the Tianhe.
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A burst of sweet music woke him up from a deep sleep, "It's time to wake up now, your breakfast is ready. The shuttle will arrive in 45 minutes, please don't miss the departure time."
He stood up and looked around.
This is a spacious apartment, with soft lights lighting up one by one. The bed is in the corner of the room, and there is a built-in wardrobe on the wall next to it. There is a square touch area on the door.
He reached out and touched the wardrobe door, and the silver light alloy door automatically slid open, revealing the rows of clothes inside.
All the same style.
On the other side of the room is an open kitchen and living room connected together, with an automatic meal maker placed on the island. He walked over, hesitated on several buttons with different food logos, and chose 'random', wanting to see if there would be any surprises today.
The meal maker beeped softly, and a minute later the curtain door opened and a sandwich was delivered from inside.
"This again." He silently accepted his fate, picked up the sandwich and finished it in several bites.
To be honest, the sandwich tastes pretty good, but the biggest problem is that the taste never changes. Just like the famous slogan of Forest Food Company: the quality is always the same, and the original taste is the same.
But he already knew that no matter what he chose, whether it was a sandwich, a hot dog or a meat bun, it would actually taste the same. In addition to the taste that remains unchanged for thousands of years, the nutrients and calories of synthetic foods are still sufficient. Such a palm-sized sandwich had more calories than the same volume of pure fat, enough to sustain him throughout the morning.
He snapped his fingers, and the blackout curtains on one side of the living room opened automatically, revealing the floor-to-ceiling windows behind. The sun is shining brightly outside the window.
The apartment is located on the top floor and has an excellent view of the bay below and the mountains extending into the sea in the distance. On the coastline, there is a white sand beach with rows of deck chairs and sun umbrellas. From a high place, you can also see sexy girls in bikinis, running or sunbathing. The sea is very blue, with dots of white sails scattered on it. The rich people in this city seem to be very hard-working. It is still very early, and many people are already sailing on yachts and sailing boats.
An old-fashioned aircraft flew slowly over the bay, with a ribbon pulled out from behind, which then condensed into a line of large characters: Deep Space Energy.
Although the Bay Area is an incomparable scenery, looking at it every day is just that.
He habitually glanced out the window, walked to the workbench, picked up the packed tool bag, looked at today's itinerary diary, and walked to the door.
He walked out into a long corridor, and a faint burning smell seemed to emanate from behind an equipment cover, making him instinctively feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at the cover, then at the time, and gave up the idea of checking. Anyway, if there is a problem with the equipment, maintenance personnel will arrive within half an hour.
However, this building with cyclic self-inspection and the ability to automatically repair and replace key equipment will have equipment problems?
The timer on his wrist began to vibrate slightly, reminding him that the time was almost up. He then quickened his pace and walked from the elevator to the rooftop, where a shuttle helicopter with double screw propellers was already waiting there. When he appears, the hatch opens automatically.
He boarded the shuttle and sat in the familiar window seat.
"Please sit still, the whole journey will take about eight minutes." The soft electronic synthesized voice is still so familiar. I have heard it countless times.
"Maybe it's time for the deep space equipment to be replaced by a voice actor." He complained silently in his heart.
There is no pilot in the shuttle, and everything follows the downloaded route. The plane circled over the bay, taking in the panoramic view of the bay area, before starting to accelerate and fly towards the city center.
The edge-piercing plane flew close to the middle of a building, and the front glass curtain wall split to both sides, revealing the internal apron.
He stepped out of the shuttle and followed a familiar route through the winding corridors to the reception hall.
A female researcher in a silver robe was already waiting at the door. She looked at the data board in her hand and said, "You are always so punctual."
He bowed slightly to show respect.
The female researcher led him into another room. After scanning with three consecutive light beams of different colors, she pointed to the end of the room and said, "Go in through that door. There is the equipment you need to use today."
He nodded, walked through the automatic door, and saw a pistol, an arm shield, and a rectangular, palm-sized autoinjector already placed on the workbench in the room.
At this time the automatic door is closed and locked. Then an electronic synthesized sound with a special frequency sounded:
"Experimental Subject No. 1120, please use the standard interface to receive today's experimental program."
Upon hearing this voice, the color of the depths of his pupils changed accordingly. If you look closely, it is blue light composed of countless extremely tiny numbers. From this moment on, all his emotions faded away, leaving only a mechanical and cold consciousness.
He reached out to the square device on the wall and pressed it on the designated area. A metal probe stretched out and pierced the palm of his hand. A piece of data was transmitted, and today's experimental program appeared in his field of vision.
"Today's experiment process:
1) Download version 0.1a of Melee Firearms Combat... The download is complete.
2) Inject low-light visual enhancer.
3) Enter the fighting room and test the melee gun fighting skills.
4) After the test is completed, enter Room 3 and take the intelligent personality test. "
As the data download was completed, all the data about the electromagnetic-driven pistol, all the data about the alloy arm shield, and hundreds of different postures and tactics after combining the gun and shield naturally appeared in his consciousness.
He picked up the autoinjector on the table, pointed it at his forearm, and pressed the switch. With a soft popping sound, the needle pierced the arm and the injection was completed. He felt a little sore, and after a moment his vision began to change, and the room seemed to get brighter.
Following the procedure, he picked up the pistol, installed the arm shield, and walked into the adjacent fighting test hall. The hall was very empty, and when he walked in, the lights began to dim, until only four small dim red lights were left in the four corners of the ceiling.
In such a large hall, a few small lights can only illuminate a one-meter area around them, and the middle area is almost invisible.
But his vision began to adjust as the light changed, and he could see everything in the hall, but the details were slightly blurred.
"Transmitting visual data...transmission completed. The first item of the combat test, basic attack, ready to start, three, two, one!"
Several secret doors suddenly appeared on the walls of the hall, and more than ten small drones flew out from them. In an instant, multiple dark red laser points hit his head.
When the aiming laser landed on his head, he suddenly slid sideways and shook off all the laser locks. The right hand holding the gun flew up, creating a shadow. The muzzle of the gun instantly spit out faint blue fire, and electromagnetic explosions were heard in succession. .
The drones in the sky were hit by volleys one after another and burst into flames. The surviving drones began to maneuver desperately, but they could not escape the lock and were exploded one by one.
"First test successful, second test ready."
A large cigar-shaped cleaning drone flew in, opened its belly, sucked in all the debris on the ground, and then flew out.
"Test the second item, basic defense."
Another automatic turret protruded from the wall of the hall, and a aiming laser shone on him. The turret then spit out fire and started firing at a low rate of three rounds per second.
This is a turret that uses old-fashioned gunpowder ammunition and has a deliberately slow rate of fire.
The moment the turret locked onto him, he took a standard step back in close combat firearms combat. He stepped back three meters, just enough to avoid the turret locking and let the bullet miss. Although it is an old-fashioned turret, its aiming program is an advanced version. If it misses a hit, the turret will start to dynamically change its strategy. It will no longer focus on his head and chest, but will instead target his limbs and even predict his movements. , block space in advance.
After avoiding the first wave of attacks, he no longer simply dodges. Because the turret's rate of fire began to increase, and more turrets appeared.
In his field of vision, the turret's shooting path was displayed as straight lines, and several melee combat postures appeared automatically in his mind, either to dodge or block.
He moved several times in succession to avoid most of the shots, and used his arm shield to protect himself from the attacks that he couldn't avoid. The rain of bullets continued to spark sparks on the arm shield, and it was soon riddled with craters. However, the effect of this fighting technique is indeed extraordinary. Under the siege of several turrets with no blind spots, it can still cope with it with ease.
But as the turret's rate of fire increased again, he finally had the time to lose sight of the other. At the critical moment, he blocked two bullets fired at his chest, then groaned and was shot in the thigh.
"The second test is over and the evaluation is excellent."
As a synthesized voice announced the result, all the turrets stopped firing and retracted into the walls. Another drone flew into the hall and hovered over the wound on his thigh. Three robotic arms as slender as steel wires inserted into the wound, clamped out the bullet, and then sprayed medical gel.
He moved his legs and could move freely.
A door opened at the end of the hall, and a synthesized voice prompted: "Please go to room three for the intelligent personality test."
"Intelligent personality?" An inconspicuous question suddenly appeared in his cold emotions.
The pitch of the synthesized voice suddenly increased and became urgent: "Abnormal data fluctuation outside the program has been detected! Warning, abnormal data fluctuation outside the program has been detected!"
He was suddenly startled and had a premonition of danger. He instinctively suppressed all emotional fluctuations and returned to a mechanical and cold state.
A dozen heavily armed soldiers rushed out from the secret door and surrounded him, followed by several researchers in a hurry. The female researcher who brought him in looked at him carefully, slowly approached, and reached out to touch his eyes.
He remained motionless as red danger warnings kept popping up in his field of vision.
The female researcher opened his eyes wide, looked at the pupils carefully, and then turned back and said: "There is no abnormality in the data, it should be a false alarm. The alarm is lifted and the experiment continues."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the armed soldiers filed away and disappeared into the secret door.
A researcher next to him whispered: "Would you like to stop first and check again?"
"There's no need. We're already 15% behind schedule."
The male researcher spread his hands and said, "You have the final say."
He moved forward and entered room three.
It was a room decorated in white and light blue, with nothing but a chair. In front of the chair is an empty wall.
He walked over and sat down naturally on the chair, placing his hands on the armrests and sitting upright in a completely standard posture.
The lights in the room dimmed, and the color of the wall in front changed, turning into a screen covering the entire wall. A short sentence appeared on the screen, only three large characters.
Who are you?
