About my super space sniper battle

[Suppressing the excessive development of low-dimensional technology is originally an important program of the Timing Committee. 】

Compared with when he attended the last trial ceremony, Qi Huai, the head of the Timing Committee, was a little older again.

It was as if he had suddenly climbed over a certain mountain. Qi Huai, who had always been well maintained, suddenly aged in the year when the twins were promoted to the ninth-level observer together.Qihuai's aging is not only reflected in the increasing wrinkles and no longer upright posture; what is more fatal is that the decline of brain function makes her response become increasingly slow, and her memory and judgment are also decreasing day by day.A very obvious manifestation is that she gradually can't tell the difference between Qicheng and Qimei.

On the day when Qicheng went down the mountain to collect Weijing, Qimei was by the leader's side on standby.As usual, Qi Huai was holding the miniature positron reactor (which he would not take away no matter how much he persuaded him) to keep warm, and he looked at Qi Mei and asked, "Qi Cheng, I told you to collect Weijing, why are you still here?"

Qimei stretched out her hand and patted her aunt's arm, gently reminding: "Auntie, it's me."

"Ah, it's the little brother." Qi Huai was stunned for a moment, and recognized the gorgeous embroidered coat of arms on Qi Mei's body, his eyes suddenly dimmed, showing a trace of self-blame.She lowered her eyebrows and shook her head: "Although I knew that the people on Yulu Mountain would meet this day sooner or later, I didn't know that it would be so scary when people get old."

"Qicheng and I are indistinguishable from each other, and it is inevitable to admit mistakes." Qimei comforted her, thinking of some good news, "If my aunt is worried about the same mental decline as everyone else on Yulu Mountain—Qicheng once told me, A drug to prevent and treat Alzheimer's is popular in their low-dimensional jurisdiction, and my aunt may give it a try."

"I have paid attention to that jurisdiction." Qi Huai nodded, "Taking medicine can only barely delay the process of brain decline by about [-]%. The final approach in that world is to let patients undergo brain surgery and replace dead and aging neurons with artificial neurons." The original neurons revitalize the brain. And the brains of our protoss don’t know if they can withstand such a transformation.”

"Furthermore, even if our brains can do it, no one in the entire Yulu Mountain has learned this kind of implantation technology." The leader sarcastically smiled mischievously, "In that low-dimensional world, the doctor who repairs neurons, It takes decades of professional training to be qualified to stand on the operating table-do you think anyone on Yulu Mountain can suffer this? Besides, our body structure probably does not allow us to stay in the low-dimensional world. for so long."

ah.Qimei lowered her eyelashes and sighed lightly in her heart.

"Then, what if we recruit doctors directly from the low-dimensional world to the mountain?" Qimei asked.

Qi Huai's expression became serious: "Little brother, you'd better not have such dangerous thoughts."

Qi Mei pursed her lips and stopped asking.He knew that the strict isolation between the Protoss and the low-dimensional world was the iron law on Yulu Mountain—although no one had ever explained to him why.

"Are you afraid that I will be reluctant to elect the next leader before I get confused?" Qi Huai softened his tone and teased his lovely nephew with a smile.

How can I.Qi Mei flatly denies it.

"You are still afraid that I will recommend your brother."

"If Qicheng becomes the next head of affairs of the committee, I will be happy for him."

"Oh really? That's not what your eyes say." Qi Huai shrugged lightly, and Qi Mei couldn't help but secretly annoyed——hasn't Auntie's brain power started to decline?Why are you still looking so bright.

He pouted unconsciously.

Qi Huai laughed, put his hand on his nephew's angry lips, and said with a kind smile: "Okay, don't get angry with your brother, if I'm not here, you need to know how to take care of each other."

oh.Qi Mei's answer was obviously insincere.

"Qicheng has been away for the past two days, so you go over to Shenshu to take care of the jurisdiction for him." Qi Huai gently pushed him, "Go, don't let his jurisdiction cause too much trouble and attract people from the Overwatch Council gossip."

oh.Qimei nodded, her heart was still chattering.He said goodbye to his aunt politely, and walked towards the sacred Wanwei Sacred Tree.

Huo Dongxing's most chaotic day in the history of the universe is waiting for him.

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Ah, really, like attracts like.Qimei walked into the office of Qicheng's low-dimensional jurisdiction, and couldn't help but think so.

The senior governor of the Timing Committee, Qi Cheng, governs several star regions, and the most preferred one is undoubtedly the Jurisdiction of the Aether-Hodong Stars.Qimei knew that there must be tricks in the ether-Huodong stars, so after hastily skipping the other star areas under her younger brother, she went straight to the office of the smallest and most inconspicuous area.

There are a total of six or seven observers in the administrative team of the Ether-Huodong Zhuxing area, three of them followed Qicheng to the snow field to collect Weijing;

"What about this? Shouldn't there be another one?" Qimei pointed to the attendance sign on the wall, and turned to the only two people in the office area with a displeased face, "This one is called Qian Zuo."

"Oh, he...he usually comes at noon, and it's still early." The speaker was a young man who was still eating glutinous rice noodles at his station when he answered, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with eating noodles with pay. OK.Qimei glanced at his seat in disgust, and saw that the table was full of various food cans and packaging bags harvested from low-dimensionality; he even saw a row of sauce and vinegar bottles beside him.

Qimei gasped, rushed over and snatched the chopsticks from the boy's hands, and shouted: "Who approves you to eat and drink like this during working hours? Go out and pour me the noodles."

The young man gave him a wronged look.The junior observer categorically did not dare to disobey the senior officials of the ninth rank, so he went out embarrassingly.In the huge district office, only a little girl in the corner is working seriously.

The little girl in the corner is similar to Qi Cheng, and her clothes are more plain than those of other protoss on Yulu Mountain.As a woman, she has nothing on her neck, wrists and earlobes, which is obviously incompatible with other protoss women on Yulu Mountain—perhaps not only women—and also incompatible with her youthful appearance.However, it was probably due to being an adolescent woman. After all, a little more decorative pattern on her robe was better than nothing, so that she would not be as dull as her ascetic boss.

Her smooth hair was combed in a neat bun, tightly coiled into a hill on the top of her head; her long and narrow eyelashes were drooping, making her look very calm, serious and ascetic—just looking at her appearance, Yan Xiao grew a lot It looks like Shenhe Qicheng is doing the pie.

Thinking of her younger brother, Qimei's heart trembled.He glanced at the attendance sign on the wall again, and knew that the observer was Yan Xiao.

—Wait, what is she doing?When her eyes fell back on Yan Xiao, Qi Mei frowned.

The observer did not look sideways, and the alloy screen in front of him was square, thin and flat, and glowed with a built-in gleam—only the aristocratic families on Yulu Mountain could afford such a device; Qimei is very familiar with low-dimensional materials related to social status.

This is a technological device invented by some low-dimensional world for entertainment and recreation.After the energy block is connected, the dark screen of the machine lights up, playing some lively images and sounds, allowing users to watch low-dimensional commercial movies and game programs pre-stored in the form of digital information.However, due to the continuous consumption of low-dimensional energy blocks, ordinary households cannot afford the luxury of continuous use of such devices.

It's fine for a low-level observer to own this kind of entertainment machine, but he is still watching entertainment programs like this during working hours, how does Qi Cheng usually discipline his subordinates?

With a critical attitude, Qimei walked over quickly and pulled the low-dimensional display screen in front of her, trying to catch the observer who peeked at the low-dimensional entertainment program during working hours.

Yan Xiao was taken aback by Qimei's sudden attack, and the content displayed on the screen was too late to switch, and Qimei saw the strange number symbols on the screen.

Qimei was taken aback, and swallowed the words that she wanted to reprimand: This, what is this?

"Don't move around, I haven't finished yet." Yan Xiao gave him a cold look, and gently pulled the screen back in front of him. "You can't understand." She even started to sneer.

Qimei's ears trembled with guilt—he really couldn't understand—and his mood became even more irritable. He asked sharply: "What are you doing?" He called out the little girl's name aloud to increase his momentum, "Yan Xiao."

"Learn to write code." The observer named Yan Xiao replied calmly.

——Actually, Qimei didn’t quite understand either.

And this is the first time he has seen people on Yulu Mountain use this kind of machine for operations other than playing videos; he vaguely knows that people in low dimensions will rely on this machine to promote their world technology, but the people in the committee don't Don't care, let alone actively learn about low-dimensional technological progress.

"Learning these things is not beneficial to the work of the Timing Committee. It only needs to master a few common languages ​​of the low-dimensional world, which is enough for the observers to use in their work." Qimei's tone was serious, and she put on the airs of a senior officer, "The work of observers , is to monitor and observe the social dynamics of various low-dimensional worlds; use limited dimensional crystals to maintain the balanced development of each world, and keep the Wandimensional Sacred Tree growing in a form that is most beneficial to us."

"Learning the use of basic computers and studying codes are also part of observation, my lord." Yan Xiao is neither humble nor overbearing, "The technology in the low-dimensional world is developing day by day. If we don't take the initiative to learn, one day we will not be able to understand their society. To that When, how do we observe?"

"The low-dimensional world will be harvested by us before it develops at that time. Curbing the excessive development of low-dimensional technology is an important program of the timing committee." Qimei replied coldly, "Which mentor are you following? ? Has he taught you these common senses?"

"She, she used to be a student brought by Governor Qicheng himself." The young man who had just slapped the noodles with pay was ordered to come back, and returned to Qimei with an empty bowl, and introduced with a smile, "Governor I like her."

Oh, I can tell.Qimei looked at Yan Xiao silently again.

"No, no, I didn't mean that kind of liking." The young man waved his hands hastily, and Yan Xiao and Qi Mei rolled their eyes at the same time.The boy was making fun of himself, and shut up in embarrassment.

"The committee is afraid that the over-developed technology of the low-dimensional world will counteract the high-dimensional world. The fundamental reason is that our own level of technology in this dimension is too low." Yan Xiao's slender eyes fixed on Qimei, and did not intend to give in. There is no need to have unnecessary resistance to low-dimensionality."

"What do you know?" Qimei raised her voice—Gao-dimensional was once backlashed by low-dimensional over-developed technology, and almost wiped out her family, so she had to walk on thin ice like today.

However, Qimei had no right to mention this taboo history of the Protoss to a low-level observer like Yan Xiao; so he bit his lip and endured it.