Don't treat Omega as a man [Interstellar]

Shirley led Ryan to the underground factory to get materials.Ryan is very excited to get started with the new model today.

Shirley led him around the display rack of the humanoid machine. Many models in the underground factory were still in the research and development stage and had not yet been put into mass production. Renn still had no access to them.When they came to a room in the corner, Shirley first verified her fingerprints, entered Ren's fingerprints, and said to him, "If there is any problem with the mecha in your hand, come here to get spare parts. "

"Shall we change it ourselves?" Ryan asked.

Shirley glanced at him, "If you have the ability. We have a limited number of skilled workers."

Ren nodded to indicate that she understood, and they continued to walk in. The room was very deep, and after walking about 200 meters, Shirley stopped and signaled Ren to stand aside.

"Stay away," Shirley said, "be careful of getting hurt."

Seeing her posture, Ren moved away nervously.Shirley took a step forward, raised her hand and pressed it against a circular depression on the wall that was lit with pale white light, and at the same time raised her head and shouted to a certain place on the roof, "Alasto!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, the ground under Ren's feet seemed to be trembling. Something fell from the roof, and a large swath, like a dark waterfall, quickly gathered in front of the two of them at the moment of landing. It formed the appearance of a humanoid mecha.

It took less than half a minute from when Shirley called it to when the vibration subsided. Ren was stunned. The "mech" named Alastor stood there, bent slightly to face Shirley, as if waiting for her. instruct.

Shirley stepped forward to caress the hanging arm of the mech, and motioned for Ren to follow.

"This is a fluid material," Shirley said. "It was developed a few years ago, but it has not been put into production."

"what is it?"

"Mecha." Shirley stretched out her finger to touch its shell, the seemingly solid dark substance was like liquid, it would gently recede after being touched, and a layer of shallow ripples appeared on the outside.

Ren also tentatively touched the big, well-behaved guy. It felt cold to the touch, without any heat.Ren couldn't help but poked his finger inside, poking a small hole in the mecha, he retracted his hand, and the shell quickly returned to its original shape.

"Where's its power unit?" Ren asked Shirley as he poked.

A slightly deep voice suddenly sounded, "In my chest."

The sound echoed in the empty room, and it looked particularly gloomy. Ren was so startled that he almost jumped back.

"Who's talking?!" he asked Shirley nervously.

Shirley raised her eyebrows and looked up. Following her gaze, Ren saw a huge, very metallic face.

"I'm talking," Alastor replied mechanically.

Because it was so close, Ren could hear the slight electric sound mixed in its voice. He calmed down slightly, and looked at Shirley, "What the hell is it?"

Before Shirley could answer, Alastur straightened up suddenly and said, "Why didn't you just ask me?"

I'm afraid it's not that Ren's ears are broken, he seems to hear a sense of grievance from this sentence.

He turned to stare at the gigantic thing, hesitant to tell it that he didn't want to speak to non-living things, it would look silly.

Shirley pursed her lips hard, and Ren swore she was holding back her laughter, but she couldn't tell from her expression.

"Alastu is the first non-solid mecha developed by the factory. Its power source and internal structure are assembled from fluid materials," Shirley said. "Strictly speaking, it is a bionic robot. , but retains the weaponry of the traditional mecha, so it is more often called a liquid mecha.”

Ren looked at Shirley who rarely talked so much, then at the tall guy, and said for a long time, "He can talk."

"Haven't you seen it?" Shirley asked.

Ren shook his head.Whether it was in school or in the boot camp, he had never heard that mechs could talk.This is not an ordinary voice command, but a real mecha that can have a joint dialogue with mecha soldiers. This level of science is unacceptable to Rennes, because no matter what, the mecha is made by humans. The non-living bodies that come out cannot have their own consciousness.

He asked Shirley, "Does this...mecha have its own independent consciousness?"

Shirley looked at him with the look of a fool, "What do you think?"

I feel like my scientific outlook has taken a serious hit—Rain thought.

The tall mecha looked down at Ren for a long time, and stretched out his right hand to him, "You are a recruit. Hello, my name is Alastu."

Ren shook hands with it expressionlessly, and Alastur's cold molecular material flowed over the back of Ren's hand like water, touched him, and then quickly backed away.

"Alasto is the warehouse manager now," Shirley said, "I will come to him directly if I need it."

"How to find it? Call it out directly?" Ren asked.

Alastur puffed out his chest, and seemed to be a little proud to say, "According to the commander's arrangement at any time."

Ren was still very concerned about this object beyond his cognition, but Shirley didn't want to give him too much time to be curious, so she raised her head and ordered to Alastor, "Give me the new model No. 33."

"Minicomputer No. 33." Alasto repeated, while sticking out a tentacle-like rattan from his back, he rummaged through the shelf near the wall, with a metal face facing Renn directly.Ren found out and tried to take two steps to the side, and Alasto immediately twisted his neck and followed him.

Just when Ren was "watched" so confused, Alastur suddenly said, "I like you."

Its voice is synthesized by radio waves, and it is difficult to speak with rich emotions, so when this sentence came out, Ren was stunned for a long time, unable to understand what it meant.

Shirley frowned, "Did you find it?"

"It's coming soon." The tentacles behind Alasto's back are still moving, and it looks a little weird in this dimly lit room. "I'm working hard, and I'm also trying to learn emotions."

Shirley hummed, as if she didn't want to talk about this topic with it.

Alasto said to himself, "The human body has rich and colorful emotions, which is very difficult for me."

"It's rare for you to realize that," Shirley said.

Arastur seemed to pause for a moment, then said, "'Knowledge' is also hard for me."

"Alasto," Shirley's tone became a little harsh, she stared closely at Alasto's movements, and said slowly, "I want the new model No. 33."

"found it."

Arastur's tentacles passed back through its body and handed something to Ren.

"Are you going to wear this?" said Arastur. "This is wonderful."

It was a set of very small devices, not the kind of humanoid mecha that Ryan imagined.Under Shirley's gesture, he picked up the thing, and found that there were four of them in an arc shape, and they fit perfectly on both arms and legs.

Ren put on the left arm, felt it a little, and knew what it was.

"Microcomputer?" Ren said, "The kind that can increase your strength hundreds of times?"

Shirley nodded, seeming satisfied that he figured it out on his own and saved her the trouble of explaining.

Of course Ren knew about this kind of machine. On the second day he came here, during the not-so-thrilling training in the maintenance room, the worker team leader finally placed a small machine similar to this type on him. , Relying on Ren, he smashed open the hatch of the mech with his bare hands, and ended up with a muscle strain.

The set he has now should be much better than the senior one in the maintenance room. Ryan even saw the buttoned scanning mirror and the circular concave hole in front of it.This is a full-featured microcomputer, which can transform the human body into an ordinary mecha, with extremely high combat effectiveness.

"They are yours now." Shirley said to him, "In the next training, you need to get used to them."

Ren recalled his tragic situation after using brute force indiscriminately in the maintenance room, and nodded solemnly.

Shirley's original intention was to take the things and leave, but it seemed that Alastor didn't want to turn into a liquid state and return to the box on the roof.

"Can I stay a little longer?" Its lower body turned into a puddle, leaving only its shoulders and head, looking straight at Shirley, "I want to say a few more words."

Shirley also looked back at it quietly, "No."

"Just for a while, I have set up defensive nets everywhere in this room, no one will see." Arastu moved his head forward, trying to push Xue Li's body, but was lifted by Xue Li Hands are blocked.

"Alastu," Shirley looked calmly at the huge robot head in front of her, "you know the rules."

"...Okay." Alastu paused, then turned to look at Ren, "Then see you next time, recruit."

It slowly returned to a liquid state and flowed back onto the roof.There was another roar in the room, and it soon subsided, and the whole room fell into silence again.

Ren and Shirley were silent for a while, and the latter said softly, "It is more talkative."

"You said it retains the weapon design of a traditional mech," Ren asked suddenly, "That is to say, it can also be used on the battlefield?"

Shirley looked at him, and quickly turned her gaze away.

Ren unconsciously clenched his fists. If this is the case, it would be terrible.

A fluid mech like Arastur, unless its molecular structure is completely destroyed, no amount of fierce artillery attack will damage it at all. It can reunite after being broken up, and it can attack the enemy's ordinary mecha. to attack.

If mass-produced, this mecha will be close to invincible in battle!

The only problem is that it seems to have a high level of logical thinking.

It is hard for Ren to imagine what this kind of mech will look like on the battlefield. It will be very destructive and difficult to control. It may become the focus of competition among various galaxies.

Shirley gently buckled a certain metal shelf, and successfully brought Ryan's thoughts back.

"Everything you see here today doesn't exist."

Under the dim light, her dark eyes seemed to be shining, cold and calm.Ren wanted to read something from her gaze, but gave up after a while.Shirley is used to hiding her emotions very deeply. If she didn't want to, then Ren would definitely not be able to guess.

The only thing he could answer was, "Yes."