Chapter 1042 Leave Something Behind

The anti-gravity generator stirs the magic curve that fills the background radiation of the entire universe. The huge "dragon" like a giant building walks through the end of the top of the atmosphere. The thick clouds have become the vastness in the background, and the invisible magic storm is Blowing the edge of the protective barrier - at the junction of the barrier force field and the cosmic space, circles of transparent to almost invisible ripples spread outward, like the ripples caused by a stone falling into the water.

"The parameters are basically the same as the creators calculated 1.87 million years ago...

"The propulsion technology left by the sailors is still valid in the current era...

"The energy and propulsion structures are working well, and after crossing the critical point of gravity, try to enter the Shadow Realm to verify whether submerged propulsion is feasible...

"Collecting and comparing starlight signals... The star map left by the voyager is no longer available. Try to recalibrate the star axis, and the destination is temporarily set to a solid planet near 'Ao'... or you can get energy and material replenishment there... The right springboard."

Omega's thinking thread is active, constantly thinking about one question after another. He collects new information and draws up new plans. The distant starlight shines on his alloy shell, and those throbbing stars look like As beautiful as the planet below was—new sensations gushing out of the nervous system, which Omega, after a brief weighing, judged as "joy" and "expectation."

He raised his head and looked in a more distant direction. After crossing the layer of visual interference set up by the Navigator over the entire planet, those ancient satellites and space stations were emerging little by little from the darkness.

"Observed the Legacy of the Voyagers...all in a state of silence. Omega...I feel some sadness, and this sadness is not the same as when I left Tal Londe."

Omega pondered, and maintained a dialogue with herself in the thought thread. He felt that his thinking efficiency had declined, and many computing tasks would take longer to complete than before—even though he had cut off the command output to all lower-level nodes, the decline in computing power was still very obvious.

But he didn't panic because it was a normal situation - the countless computing nodes set in the depths of Tal Lond were offline one by one, and as he moved further and further away from the planet below, he could borrow from the surface. The computing power is also drastically reduced. He is no longer the "Omega System" that spreads across the entire continent. Today, he only has this huge body and a small number of servers loaded on the body to rely on, and their efficiency is obviously not comparable to land-based nodes.

But Omega has no regrets about this - if you want to travel far, you must make a choice, and an overly heavy "bag" can only hinder this journey.

And on the other hand, traveling far away in the form of this "individual" was an experience he could never imagine.

He didn't know which one was "better" as an Omega network bound to the earth or as a dragon Omega flying in the universe, but at least at this moment, he felt...satisfied.

Several smaller aircraft came up from behind, and there was still a faint red glow on the silver-white triangular shell, which was the heat generated by passing through the atmosphere. The craft caught up with Omega, who had entered space, and followed him not far behind like a mother's cub.

These are Omega's "bags", all the belongings he brought from his "hometown" on this trip. He didn't know if those things would be enough for a long, treacherous journey, but maybe... life takes a little risk.

He couldn't remember who told him this sentence. It might be a creator who wrote programs for the Omega system, or it might be a "guest" who visited the mainland of Tal Lund. Words like it.

Some small metal fragments slid nearby, and the edge of the protective barrier collided with those fragments, and a little bit of fire broke out. This trivial impact attracted Omega's attention, he looked up into the distance, the high-precision optical sensor Then I captured some scenes in the vast space in the distance——

He saw a mass of tattered wreckage floating among the dark and deep starry sky. The wreckage looked very miserable, as if it had been torn apart by an incomparably powerful and brutal enemy, and then crumpled the rest into A mass - it floated almost in pieces, looking like a mass of steel on the verge of disintegrating, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance.

But after Omega scanned it carefully, he found that the internal skeleton of the wreckage was still well joined together, and the sealing structure at the end was also intact. All the lights in the second half of it had been extinguished, but in the first half and the In a small part of the middle, there are still some faint rays of light circulating in the darkness.

And in the space near the pile of debris, there is a pile of smaller, more twisted pieces of debris floating next to it, and the appearance of this pile of debris is even more indistinguishable.

All of Omega's optical sensors were pointed in that direction, and for a few seconds his "eyes" stopped on the wreckage.

He characterised the wreckage, and in a very brief time unit he felt a new, complex emotion rushing up from his nervous system, but this time, he couldn't figure it out Where exactly should it be classified - it's not joy, it's not sadness, it's not disappointment, it's not even anticipation, it's just vibrating violently through all nervous systems and auxiliary computing units, as if with scorching heat , scorching all thought threads.

And amid this wave of intense and unanalyzable emotion, Omega pondered a question: what should he do?

"My service is over..." Omega said to her own Mind Thread 16 through Mind Thread Fourteen, "I don't need to follow orders from the Creator - they didn't leave me with any preset instructions. ."

"Yes, I don't need to execute the instructions left by the creator," thought thread sixteen agreed, "so, I should do what I want to do."

Omega, who has finished his service and obtained a "heart", solved this little confusion in less than a thousandth of a second-compared to the "meaning of life", how to take the next action is really An all too simple question.

He flew straight towards the wreckage.

...

In the control hall of the Tallonde, dim lights illuminated the ancient control seats, and three somewhat boring figures appeared in the interlaced light and dark.

The hall was quiet and the alarm lights had been forcibly turned off, save for the occasional buzzing or beeping from nowhere.

"Which word did we just go to?" Balogel suddenly broke the silence, "I remember whether it was a 'blizzard' or a 'high-altitude cyclone'..."

"Whatever, I quit," Andal shook his head. "The word Solitaire is more boring than I thought... and you always mix in professional words that only mechanics understand."

"Okay," Balogel shrugged, then glanced at the dimly lit hall, "To be honest, I kind of miss the sound of the alarm system..."

Andal put his hand on the control seat in front of him: "Then I'll turn it on? It's not broken."

"Stop! Stop! I'm joking! This is just rhetoric!" Balogel stopped the other party's actions without hesitation, "Have you thought about what to do if you can't turn it off? This system can't stand the toss. It's gone!"

Heragor listened to the movement next to him, and glanced sideways at Balogor: "How long can our gas last?"

"It seems that it may take a little longer than expected," Balogel immediately resumed his seriousness, "There is no leakage in the core compartment, and the circulation device has emptied the poisonous gas in the pipeline. In the case of normal operation of the gas control system Now, it appears that our eventual cause of death will not be suffocation or poisoning."

"...Even if this is good news," Andal shook his head, "then it seems that we can still drift here for a long time. We have recorded a lot of observation data, what will we do next?"

In the huge control hall, the three Primordial Dragons fell silent again. The silence lasted for a few seconds before Balogel said cautiously: "Do you want another word Solitaire? We can start with the geological noun..."

"I'm not interested." Hragol shook his head and said in a flat tone, while his eyes crossed the transparent polymer dome not far away and looked at the vast and empty space outside the spacecraft.

His eyes fell on a mass of twisted wreckage that had completely lost its vitality and light - the wreckage had gotten a little closer to the ship during this long drift, but it could also be his illusion.

After all, he's been staring at the wreck for too long these days.

After a few minutes of staring, Heragor withdrew his gaze, he turned around, and was about to return to the central area of ​​the control hall, but at the moment when his gaze shifted, an unexpected flash suddenly broke into his field of vision. edge.

Hragol stopped for a moment, and turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the flash. Balogor and Andal, who were discussing which word to start with, also stopped instantly, and looked in the same direction— - However, they only had time to see a fleeting shadow, a vague outline.

It seems to be a huge steel creation, a bit like a dragon with a body length of two or three hundred meters, and a bit like the tail engine group of the Tal Lund, that thing flashed past the edge of the polymer dome , the speed is so fast that people can't see clearly at all.

It seems to have rounded the side and rear of the Tallond—Hragol wasn't sure about that, and before he could figure out what it was, a huge thrust had hit Tal The protective wall on the side of the Lund.

The powerful impact shook the sturdy keel of this ancient spaceship. The shock entered the core area directly through mechanical conduction. The spaceship shook and made a loud noise, and the starry sky outside also rolled. A seat not far away suddenly fell in the direction of Hragor. While the latter stretched out his arm to resist the impact, countless questions only had time to pop up in his mind, and these questions can be summarized as Three sentences-

what? what happened? How to deal with it? !

...

The gravity drive performed a beautiful "gushing", and the accurately calculated thrust was perfectly released in the predetermined area. Omega watched from afar the wreckage that had begun to descend toward the predetermined orbit, and the steel jaw slightly raised.

He was very satisfied with his move.

Facts have proved that even without the support of the surface computing node group, the computing power it owns is still sufficient.

As for now, the farewell to the creators is over, and it's time to continue the journey.

Omega withdrew his gaze downward, and his attention returned to the vast space again. His gaze extended to the distance along the edge of the planet's curved atmosphere. Between the junction of the starlight and the planet, the voyager left countless countless Ancient relics are quietly floating in their orbits, watching this small world like a speechless tombstone in space.

After doing some calculations and readjusting his voyage plan, Omega activated the thrusters all over his body again, and he traversed a beautiful arc-shaped trajectory over the planet. With the help of weak gravity, he lightly moved toward the equator. fly in the direction.

From there, he intends to do an acceleration, leave the parent star's gravitational circle near the planet's equator, and then pass the "sun" at a close distance, and in the process perform magical power supplies. After two accelerations, he will really leave here and fly towards the "center" of this planetary system - the road ahead is long and full of unknowns, but the strong and surging curiosity inspires this new traveler, who is high-spirited and confident. hundred times.

The group of equatorial satellites left by the voyagers gradually appeared on the edge of the field of view, and even more striking than those ancient inverted cone satellites was the huge annular orbiting body surrounding the planet's equator.

The ancient sky station, a "space miracle" that only the navigator can build.

Omega flew towards the quietly running satellites and the orbiting space station behind the satellites, and at the same time, he did some quick thinking.

Maybe something should be left behind - many humans and other intelligent races do something similar when they leave their homeland to travel.

Omega quickly made a decision, and then issued an order to an aircraft behind him:

"Find a satellite in relatively better condition and leave a transmitter on it."

A triangular aircraft received the order, silently left the flight queue in a vacuum, and flew towards a high-level satellite near the sky station...

...

Cecil, cloudless midnight.

Gawain woke up in the middle of the night.

Strictly speaking, he jumped when he received a sudden warning signal from the satellite.

A signal that he had never heard before woke him up from his sleep. Although the signal subsided quickly, it dispelled all his drowsiness. Then, the satellite system closely connected with his consciousness automatically sent some vague and vague messages. The blurry video data, after seeing those video data, Gawain's whole person fell into a sluggishness.

In space... something appeared.

He stood beside the bed, and the bright starlight fell on the ground not far away through the wide window. On this cloudless midnight, Emperor Cecil woke up from his sleep with only three questions left in his mind—

What the hell? What's the matter? What to do? !

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