Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 262
Fu Qinghai drove the shuttle to a slow stop on the open and empty flight deck.

The hatch opened, and the space warrior stepped out. The familiar red light lit up in the goggles, and Fu Qinghai looked around.

It's not particularly dark, although there is no light inside, one side of the flight deck is just in the direction of the sun, and the sun illuminates the empty and spacious deck area in every detail.

Fu Qinghai has fought many gang battles. He is very familiar with this environment. In the blink of an eye, the active and passive perspectives are constantly switching. When he closes his eyes, the perception of the force spreads like a tide.

He opened his eyes again and walked forward.

Fu Qinghai came to the station hall first.

On a huge ship like the Ishimura with a total length of nearly two kilometers, it is impossible to efficiently communicate within the ship just by walking.In order to solve this problem, the Ishimura is equipped with rail trains in the ship, which connect the various sections in the ship in a circular line.

On the pillar in the middle of the hall, two large electronic screens are looping a video made by CEC introducing the Ishimura and its work projects. It is probably a promotional slogan such as "Renovate the mining industry, technology creates the future". Here you can imagine the busyness of the old days, but unfortunately things have changed.

Fu Qinghai stopped here and watched carefully.

He needs to know the relevant information of this ship.

"Ishimura, a planetary cracking-class mining ship, the pride of the Harmony Mining Company. The Ishimura has a total of five areas with multiple decks, namely: mining deck..."

Through the introduction, we can know that the Ishimura is a large-scale spaceship with strong self-sustaining ability and certain self-defense ability.In the 62 years since it was built, it has always been the pride of CEC Mining Company.

Through continuous equipment upgrades, not only has it not fallen behind the times due to the age of the ship, but it has been struggling unabated in the front line of mining operations. As of 2508, it has successfully performed 34 planetary cracking operations. Glorious and long.

Fu Qinghai has firmly memorized the internal layout and route of the Shicun, and now he needs to go to the bridge to learn all about the ship.

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In the dark corridor, there was a scarlet gleam. The space warrior slowly scanned the corridor full of liquid droplets and pieces of meat. A trace of electric arc burst out from the magnetic shoes under his feet, and Fu Qinghai was firmly attached to the ground. He cautiously groped in the dark channel.

The gravity simulator in this area is disabled.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and rot. Not far from Fu Qinghai's front, a few sparks popped out of the case on the wall, attracting his attention.

Fu Qinghai approached the seriously deformed case, and after forcibly pulling the case cover open, the mechanical tentacles of the engineering backpack penetrated into it, skillfully repairing the circuits and parts in the case, and lightning and sparks burst out from time to time.

In less than 2 minutes, when Fu Qinghai pulled down the gate again, the lights on the top of the corridor lit up one by one from the end of the corridor, illuminating the hatch about 50 meters away from the chassis.

Seeing the brightly illuminated corridor, Fu Qinghai nodded in satisfaction. He already regarded this planetary cracking-class mining ship as his own. Within the allowed range, repair the damaged parts on the Ishimura as much as possible.

At this moment, he felt a commotion above his head, the ventilation duct on the ceiling exploded, and a distorted monster with an indistinguishable shape floated out of it.

On the upper and lower jaws of the deformed cheek, finger-like tentacles spread out and were waving flexibly. Many features on the monster's body reminded Fu Qinghai that it was once a human being, with two shriveled small claws growing on its rotten abdomen. There is also the iconic sickle forearm, with blood dripping from the tip of the bone blade.

Cleaver, the base mob in Dead Space.

"There really are corpse mutants."

Fu Qinghai talked to himself.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Just thinking about it, the necromorphs are here.

The monster stretched out an ugly adult-sized body in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, the monster kicked hard on the wall with both feet, and suddenly stretched out two slender, sickle-shaped claws from behind, flying towards Fu Qinghai.

"Hey... um!"

Broken bones and blood clots splatter like crumbs from a juicer.

A chainsword splits one in two.

Fu Qinghai looked down at the fragments of corpses on the ground.

The creatures chopped up by the blue teeth are all in this shape.

Necromorphs are different from all kinds of zombies. They are the products of organisms being affected by the power of the gods to kill each other, and combined with the electromagnetic signals of the gods after death to cause genetic mutation.

Some zombies can be counted as new species, and some zombies are half-dead living people. Even G virus and C virus, two anti-sky viruses that can revive old corpses in situ, have a certain impact on the integrity of corpses. Must ask.

The god seal does not have high requirements on the integrity of the corpse. As long as it was affected by the god seal during life, as long as the corpse has not been broken into slurry, it is possible to aggregate to form a combined corpse variant.

Players who love zombie games such as Resident Evil and Dead Space have a nickname in the ACG circle-Slime Rice, and they are all proper Nurgle believers in the Warhammer 40K universe.

Of course, Fu Qinghai is not a slime fan. Among the four evil gods, Nurgle is the one he dislikes the most. Based on his slight obsession with the cleanliness of his own ship, he decided to clean up the Ishimura and not let any necromorphs go—starting with deck maintenance. .

Perhaps the noise of dealing with the monster just now was too loud, waking up all kinds of corpse mutants lurking in the pipes around the corridor. The noise and rustling of their crawling and moving made the originally quiet corridor lively.

The six mechanical arms behind Fu Qinghai unfolded one by one, like a ferocious six-armed Shura, and a deadly mechanical spider. The Star Warrior version of Doctor Octopus walked the corridor of the ship and said to himself:

"It's better to catch them all at once, so that I don't have to look everywhere."

With the sound of the first ventilation pipe cover cracking, the continuous pipe cover cracking sounds one after another, like the prelude to heavy metal music, from which jumped out one after another corpse mutants of different sizes and shapes.

Fu Qinghai walked forward with gun and sword in hand.

for a while.

Reapers wielding scythes, baby-mutated froglike lurkers, wheezers spraying green poisonous gas in place, blasters with glowing sarcoids on their arms, vomiters with stomach valgus spraying caustic acid, and many corpses Colossal necromorphs assembled together: tripods, tormentors...

Entire corridors were thronged with hordes of hungry and thirsty necromorphs.

Fu Qinghai's killing tools have long been dissatisfied.

Two thick servo-mechanical arms, the steel clamps at the end clattered, the phlogiston torch sprayed out high-temperature flames, and the plasma cutting machine shot out shiny blue lines, and even the sharp pyramid-shaped drill bits at the ends of the two mechanical tentacles Spinning fast...

A fierce battle is imminent.

"Roar!"

"boom!"

Flesh and steel collided violently.

Fu Qinghai seemed to be strolling in the garden, but he did not lose his vigilance. When it was time to use long-range weapons, he would cut off the gun and kill them. He would not let these special necromorphs containing corrosive liquid and explosive sarcoma come within three meters of him.

The roar of bombs, the scream of plasma, the explosion of oil barrels, the sound of throat hissing, the sound of plasma splashing, and the sound of metal collisions are mixed together, echoing each other, just like being in an industrial metal rock scene... until the last roar After a short pause, the Killing Concert officially came to an end.

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bridge.

"Identity confirmed successfully, welcome, CEC Senior Technical Engineer Qingshan Khan."

A pleasant electronic female voice sounded from the main console.

Fu Qinghai unplugged the mechanical tentacles from the main console.

Whether it's breaking through the control system of the shuttle or the control system of the Ishimura, Qing Ming's artificial intelligence is as stable as ever.

Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand to the crystal of true knowledge.

There was no response, Chen Xinlu didn't touch at the same time.

Take advantage of this moment of waiting.

Fu Qinghai said casually:
"Qing Ming, sing a song and listen."

"Master, you didn't load the music module for me."

"You are an artificial intelligence, can't you learn two songs by yourself?"

"But there's no internet here."

"……All right."

Fu Qinghai leaned down and began to operate on the main console of the Ishimura, starting the engine, and turning on the circulation system, quarantine system, and gravity system one by one...and checking which areas were damaged and which areas had necromorphs.

The largest area of ​​the Ishimura is the mining deck. There are four floors for different functional areas. The second is the cargo hold. The living area is rather small. After all, only more than 1000 people are needed to drive and control this spaceship, unlike the naval warships of the Empire of Man. That would cost tens of thousands of people.

Jumping back to the jumping gang, Fu Qinghai's mind is still spinning. Regarding the famous spaceship in this game, Fu Qinghai has some doubts in his heart, and wants to find the answer in the control system.

The Ishimura was assimilated by reincarnators, why haven't the necromorphs on it been cleaned up yet?

What's the point in assimilating a boatload of necromorphs that the reincarnators spend a lot of assimilation points on?

The reincarnators have no way to control the necromorphs, and the ones who create the necromorphs to control the necromorphs are the seals of gods.

Fu Qinghai couldn't figure it out.

He originally thought that the Ishimura belonged to a perfect human, but now it seems that this is not the case. After further thinking, the perfect human has no motivation to do this—to assimilate a planetary cracking-level mining ship and a replica god seal into the doomsday of the Resident Evil movie universe In the world of reincarnation in the wasteland, what are they planning?

Are these necromorphs on the Ishimura the reincarnations or the local aborigines?
Fu Qinghai couldn't tell for the time being, because the shapes of the necromorphs were too varied, and their physical characteristics in life were not obvious, and Fu Qinghai couldn't tell whether they were reincarnations or local aborigines before they turned into monsters.

But the seal of the gods is completely useless for the perfect human "ultimate virus" plan.

Fu Qinghai is very sure of this, because the god seal will not be controlled by humans. If a perfect human being can control the high-dimensional weapon of the god seal, he will already dominate the world of reincarnation, and there is no need to do something "ultimate" Virus" plan?
Both the Ishimura and the Red God Seal come from the dead space universe, and those who assimilate the two have a high probability to be the same group of reincarnations. If these reincarnations are not perfect human beings, who are they?What is their purpose in doing this?
Fu Qinghai's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

For a moment, in the entire empty bridge area, there was only the sound of Fu Qinghai tapping the buttons and swiping the screen.

"Master... I'm sorry."

Qing Ming's timid voice suddenly sounded.

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said strangely:

"What's wrong, if you don't know how to sing, just learn from it, why do you have to apologize?"

"I'm not talking about this, master, I mean, about that night, I saw you talking to yourself and hurting yourself, and your mental state was very wrong, so when you asked me to fit, I... I'm sorry, Owner!"

Qing Ming's crying voice was simulated very realistically.

Fu Qinghai smiled, straightened up, and said:
"I don't blame you. I was indeed controlled by some kind of high-dimensional force at that time. There is nothing wrong with your judgment."

"But……"

Fu Qinghai interrupted directly:

"Listen, Qing Ming, you are my personal work. My expectation for you is artificial intelligence instead of artificial mental retardation. If you didn't have your own judgment and thinking at that time, you would obey when I called "fit". It’s not in place, you haven’t programmed a real artificial intelligence, and your performance just shows that you are already a real AI, an otherworldly existence.”

Qing Ming's voice was full of emotion:
"Master, when I return to the normal world, I will definitely learn to sing."

Fu Qinghai: "..."

Did I mean this?

Is it too early to praise you?

Shaking his head helplessly, Fu Qinghai held the crystal of true knowledge again.

This time, he connected with Chen Xinlu.

"Open the door and come here."

Fu Qinghai said to her.

"Buzz..."

The Dimensional Gate lights up on the bridge.

The four of Chen Xinlu stepped out.

Fu Qinghai pointed to several sets of protective suits placed beside the bridge, and said casually:
"RIG protective clothing is much better than the AIM protective clothing you are wearing. You can change it yourself if you want, but it will pierce a few probes into the spine. If you are afraid of pain, it will be fine."

RIG, the abbreviation of resource integration equipment, the characteristic back light strip, can intuitively display the health status (blood volume) of the wearer, and provide many convenient functions for the wearer: basic defense, monitor vital signs, navigation, Holographic projection, working in a vacuum environment, and working in a gravity-free environment.

This is the classic protective clothing in the dead space universe, from miners to engineers to soldiers, all wearing different models of RIG.

Generally speaking, the RIG protective suit is similar to the HEV protective suit in the Half-Life universe, and they are all the same positioning equipment.

Several people went to study and select RIG, Fu Qinghai turned back to look at the screen again.

Most of the functions of the Ishimura have been activated by him, and there are still a few areas that are completely dark in the control system, without monitoring screens and not controlled by the bridge. Fu Qinghai plans to explore these "unknown places" by himself. ", and see if we can find answers to this series of questions.

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　Thanks, really Professor Guderian, intermittent scholar, Wang Aiji, and three book friends for their rewards.

The Resident Evil series, single-finger games, because the first few games are so popular that Capcom can make money by doing random things later, so it is getting worse and worse. The modeling of zombies is messy, anyway, they are tentacles Bone spurs and flesh are piled up, the color has not changed, there is no creativity and no new ideas.

Why is Dead Space considered to be able to surpass Resident Evil? In the first and second generations, the art style of necromorphs was really carefully designed, and a lot of recognizable designs were added on the basis of "Monster". For example, long fingers on the mouth, don't underestimate this "aesthetic style", also known as "painting style", this is very important, why is the status of aliens so high, because it has influenced generations of horror Movies and science fiction films, screenwriters, directors, artists...

The unique gothic punk aesthetic style of Warhammer 40K is of course very visually impactful and recognizable. This is why I first entered the pit. I believe that if Warhammer becomes popular one day, many people will definitely copy it. This aesthetic style.

　
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