Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Ellie wanted to clench her fists hard, but she didn't have any. She sent the data that needed to be calculated to Cortana within ten thousandths of a millisecond, and got the parameter variables fed back the next moment.

Energy poured from the reactor into the slipstream generator, and right in front of them, a passage appeared—first a small hole, then a spinning wormhole.

The atmosphere of the critical star flows rapidly, pouring into the hole continuously - they are sucked into the vacuum of another latitude.

Ellie devoted all her operating time to monitoring the conditions of the space around the spacecraft, and took risks to make some fine adjustments to the flight path to maneuver the spacecraft into that ever-changing passage. When the bow of the ship left the regular space, countless flying sparks appeared from the long hull.

She carefully allowed the rest of the ship to enter the wormhole as well. The wind was raging all around, and the lightning was like a halberd.

She slammed the sensors off and took a series of momentary decompression measures on the damaged deck, causing the hull's temperature to drop rapidly.

Ellie came back from her closed state of concentration and immediately felt that another intelligent agent was near her, monitoring her operations on the slip space. In fact, it was right on top of her.

Heresy! It squeezed out the word through its teeth, then retreated and disappeared without a trace.

Ellie followed every line in the ship to check the system, hoping to find the Covenant's artificial intelligence. Nothing came of it.

Cunning pig head! she shouted in the system, come back if you have the guts!

Did it see what she did? Does it understand how she successfully entered the slip space just now? If the answer is yes, why does it say this is heresy?

Indeed, manipulating eighty-eight random variables in eleven dimensions of space-time is no child's play. But it is also possible that another artificial intelligence has the ability to understand her calculations.

Maybe not. Covenant troops can only imitate, not innovate. At least all of MI's intelligence on alien races supports this view. Ellie has always believed that this view is exaggerated and is propaganda to boost human morale. Now she's not so sure.

Because if the Covenant forces really fully mastered their own great technology, they would not only be able to enter slip space from a planet's atmosphere, but they could also jump directly into a planet's atmosphere.

This would allow them to easily bypass Reach's orbital defenses.

The Covenant AI calls this heresy? ridiculous.

Perhaps humanity could eventually outsmart the Covenant forces, given enough access to enemy technology. Ellie realizes that humanity actually has a chance to win this war, all they need is time.

Ellie? Please report the situation. Tommy said.

Wait, Ellie reported.

While sending the coordinates of the random jump destination, she turned the camera on the stern, and sure enough, the Truth and Harmony also penetrated into the slip space.

There's no reason why Cortana can't do what she can do.

****

The engine room of the flagship.

Tommy heard the decompression explosion, its thunderous echoes echoing through the shuddering decks. The explosions suddenly fell silent as the air was expelled from the spacecraft.

He was waiting for an explosion to blow the engine room to pieces, or for a plasma beam to beat him to pieces. He scanned the engine room for any sign of Grunts or Elites, then he exhaled and waited for death. He had faced death directly like this countless times.

He always had a brush with death. He is not a fatalist, but a realist. He didn't like this ending, but he knew that he had tried his best for his team, the Military Intelligence Agency, and humanity. He had fought hard and won so many victories.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that time was no longer so difficult, not to mention that he had John by his side. Ironically, he felt that now was the most peaceful time in his life.

Like a colorful meteor streaking across the sky, the faces of Kamano Nana and Rebecca suddenly appeared in his mind - and he suddenly realized that he was no longer alone.

This made him very uneasy. If Rebecca had stayed in Night City, she wouldn't have had to face all this cruelty. Was she too selfish? If he died, where would Nana Kamano go? Will she meet another good man in the future?

When he thought of this, an astonishing desire to survive emerged from the bottom of his heart - he would never allow this to happen. He admitted that he really wasn't good enough to focus on any one of them, but from the bottom of his heart he didn't want any of them to leave him.

Whether it's selfish or shameless, he doesn't care.

Tommy struggled to stand up, Ellie, please report the situation. He said again.

Ellie paused in the communication channel for a while, and then said: We are safe, we are in the slip space, the destination is unknown. The Truth and Harmony is also in the slip space, but we can't communicate here, we have to get out Let’s talk later.”

She sighed, her voice sounding a little tired. We're far away from Halo, Threshold, and the Covenant fleet. If this ship can handle it, I'd like to put a greater distance between us and them.

Tommy shook his fist excitedly, Good job, Ellie! Very good. He pulled up the Chief who was sitting next to the bulkhead, and the two of them walked towards the elevator, Now we have to do a difficult decision.

Before entering the elevator, Tommy suddenly stopped and turned around to glance at the Covenant engineer. The alien creature left the repaired power coupler and drifted onto a panel hit by a plasma beam.

The panel was burned, half melted away. The engineer blew on it a few times, then removed the casing and repaired the tangled optical cables inside.

Tommy didn't interfere with it. It's not threatening. In fact, the ship's repairs and the survival of UNSC personnel may depend on engineers like it.

They continued toward the lift, stepping over the corpse of the Grunt lying in the corridor.

The Chief kicked them gently to make sure they were dead; then he picked up two plasma pistols and a needle gun.

They stepped into the elevator, pushed off the deck, and since there was no gravity, they floated up. As he walked through the corridors and back to the bridge, Tommy kept his eyes and ears open for any hidden danger. Everything is peaceful.