Chapter 1575 "They"

Compared with the always formulaic and formalized official speech style on the Loren Continent, the interstellar communications from the Noi people always give people a sense of humanity, and as the exchanges between the two civilizations become more frequent and the translation work The smoother it gets, the more obvious this feeling becomes, so much so that Bertila often doubts whether the Nuoyi people do not have the ability to "conceal emotions" at all, suspecting that they are a person who will directly put the emotions in their thinking A group that speaks everything.

But to be honest, this is the first time that a situation like today has happened even to the Nuoyi people.

She looked at the words that appeared on the communication device with some astonishment, imagining what kind of alien was in a hurry opposite the words. It was hard for her to imagine that this kind of mistake would appear on an "interstellar spokesperson". She even didn't know how to respond, but when she was thinking about how to give the other party a reply, the magic network terminal suddenly buzzed again, and the communication system received a message from several light-years away again——

With the assistance of the servo brain, the starbreakers who remained on duty quickly completed the translation work, and a line of letters clearly appeared on the projection of the magic net terminal: "Can you chat with me?"

Bertila and Bard were stunned at the same time. This was a situation that no negotiator or naturalist had ever considered, but in the next second, another Magic Net terminal next to Bard's station was suddenly connected automatically. , Gawain's figure appeared in front of them: "Respond to this request - this is the first time that a Noi has sent us a message as an 'individual', which may help us understand this distant ethnic group. Bell Tyra, you lead this conversation."

"Yes," Bertila nodded immediately, and then sat down on the workstation next to Bud, pretending to operate the magic net terminal on the surface, but actually directly connected more than a dozen nerve fiber bundles in the giant tree of Sorin to the On the equipment in the command hall, her thoughts were turned into words, quickly encoded and sent to the other side of the starry sky, "Of course, I am happy."

After a while, the antenna array received a message from afar: "Thank you - I hope you don't mind the trouble I caused you, I'm just... a little uneasy. By the way, are you the one we've been talking to?"

Bertila immediately raised his head and glanced at Gao Wen on the communication screen next to him, then retracted his eyes and entered his own words in the system: "No, the leader has already gone to rest, I am the technical officer in charge of managing the communication array, you can Call me 'Miss Belterra', or simply 'Bertera'... you want to speak to our leader?"

"No, no, don't bother him," Xinghai replied quickly, "I just want someone to chat with, it's good if you are willing to respond to me. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me' Nova', that was my name before I became a 'witch'."

"Witch?" Bertila was a little curious, "Is this your profession? Or is it a job title? In Loren, this word refers to a certain kind of woman who possesses magic power..."

"Witch is my job,

It is the person responsible for controlling this ancient Voyager communication satellite," the Noi who called herself "Nova" explained, she seemed a little proud, "In our society, there is only one witch at the same time. Glorious work. "

Bertila checked the machine next to it that automatically records communication data, and then glanced at several workstations in the hall. She saw that the staff on duty staying here were concentrating on the equipment in front of them, while the communication screen on the other side Gao Wen seemed to be thinking about something, she looked away and continued the conversation: "It sounds similar to my job, and I am also responsible for managing communication equipment, but our equipment is not the legacy left by the sailors. , I am not the only technical officer in charge of each link. You are the only 'witch' who is in charge of controlling the communication device? But now the two planets maintain 24-hour uninterrupted signal transmission... Don't you need to rest? ?”

"The witch doesn't rest," Nova quickly replied, "The machine that came here with me will take care of me, and the witch will not get tired until the service period expires."

Seeing the words that appeared in the holographic projection, Bertila frowned subconsciously again, and Gawain's voice came from the side: "The machine is taking care of her? What is her state now?"

Bertila gathered herself together, and quickly organized her words: "You said you can work all the time? And be taken care of by a machine? Please forgive my offense, I am very curious about your...'status'. There is no such thing as you in Loren Do you live in some highly automated control facility, and have received some sort of adaptation?"

"...I live on this satellite," the voice from the other side of the star sea entered Loren's atmosphere, and it was presented in clear text in front of Beltera, "It has been twenty-one years—ah, here is By our chronology."

"She lived on that Voyager satellite?!" This time even Gawain, who was overseeing it, was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out, "And she has lived there for so many years? How did the Noi control that Voyager satellite? "

Beltira quickly sent a message: "I'm surprised, did the 'witch' live directly on the satellite? That is to say, you are in space right now? And listen to what you mean...you want to live forever There? Why did you do it? Because you have to use this method to control the Voyager satellite?"

"Yes, this is a necessary means to control this ancient satellite," Nova quickly sent a response, "We... do not have the ability to fully control the legacy of the voyager, in order to drive this ancient communication satellite, we only have Some tricks can be taken. The former pioneer group laid the foundation for us, and they obtained relevant permissions from the voyager database. As a species created by the pioneer group, there are some special individuals in the Noi people that can be genetically Inheriting this legacy, these special individuals... are witches.

"We have hundreds of witch candidates, and the selection of qualified witches from the people is an extremely important part of Noi society, and the selected witch candidates still need to go through ten years of training and testing. After the test, the candidate with the highest adaptability index will be eligible to be promoted from a 'candidate' to an official witch, and will be sent into space after the former witch finishes her service - along with the life support system used to keep the witch alive ..."

The words from the other side of the starry sky turned into words, and emerged line by line in the holographic projection. Bertila's body had leaned forward slightly at some point, she was concentrating on these words, and the servo brain array was trying her best to imagine what it was like picture, to imagine how a civilization far away four light-years would view and execute this matter in their own cultural background, while Bud on the side muttered softly at this time: "But I I don’t understand why the ‘Witch’ has to stay on the satellite forever until the end of service—there aren’t many candidates? It’s okay to find a few more people to go up and rotate, it shouldn’t be too difficult with their technology...”

Bertila hesitated for a moment, and sent Bud's question to the opposite party. After a while, she got the answer from Nova——

"After the brain is taken out, it must be permanently connected to the pioneer servo system. The nervous system of the Noi people is very fragile and cannot withstand the damage caused by the second connection."

The letters presented on the holographic projection were clear and sharp, and the technicians on duty in the command hall all quieted down unanimously, even Bertila, who was once a high-level priest of the Death of All Things Society and had witnessed countless dark and twisted things, this She was also a little stunned for a moment, she was silent for a long time, and it took a few minutes before she turned her thoughts into a message: "This is shocking, I don't know how to evaluate it-in Loren's cultural cognition, this is amazing For the price, you and your predecessors have made great and noble sacrifices."

"This is a great honor. For the Nuoi people, this is one of the ultimate values ​​that an individual can achieve in his limited life," Nova replied, across the distance of the star sea and the limited communication The pattern erased the emotions in the words, and no one could see the expression of that Noy "witch" at the moment, but Bertila seemed to be able to see a kind of pride from the bottom of her heart in these words, "I am very happy I can become a witch myself, and I am even more happy to hear your voices during my service cycle. In this regard, I am far luckier than my predecessors.

"Over the years, generations of witches have been sent to this satellite, and then transported back to the earth in the form of 'sacred remains', and the starry sky they face is empty and dead most of the time, even if you can hear strange sounds occasionally. The 'noise' leaked out by civilizations, and those civilizations often failed to develop super-light communication technology that can communicate directly. For those predecessors, the starry sky is a cold and lonely place, and I... luckier than them.

"Ms. Bertila, I am the first witch who has ever received a response in the star space. I don't know if you can understand what this means to me, but you should congratulate me—the first time the communication was connected. My family also congratulated me on that day."

"Your family?" Bertila hesitated, but still sent the message, "Did they stay on the ground? What do they do?"

"Most of them live on the surface. My grandfather is the grand master in charge of industry, my parents are workers in hydroponic farms, and I have two older brothers who work on a low-Earth orbit station—to Noy Humanly speaking, this is also a matter of honor."

Bertila quietly watched the text displayed on the communication interface, without words for a long time, and in this deep thought, she suddenly recalled a sentence that Gawain once said to her——

The two civilizations that grew up in completely different parent star environments are even more different than gods and ants.

Communications between Loren and Nuoyi have been carried out many times. The two civilizations have sent countless text and picture materials to each other, trying to let the allies across the star sea understand what kind of group they are. In Cecil, several Thousands of well-educated and wise people study those alien information day and night, exhausting their imaginations to outline the historical trajectory and cultural outline of the Noi ethnic group, but even so, there still seems to be a gap between the two civilizations. Thousands of miles of dense fog, and occasional glimpses revealed through the gaps in the fog are enough to shock the wise men on both sides.

Just as the Loren in the eyes of the Neue people is a cold, orderly, and efficient war-crazed civilization, they can't imagine what the "moderate plan" and "peace and love" in the population of Loren are. At this moment, Beltira It is also difficult to understand what kind of mood the witch named "Nova" has to "live" in her cold space palace, and it is even more difficult to imagine how the Noi society is in such extreme glory and harmony. The operation is maintained under the concept of responsibility.

She could only pay homage to that witch, and that distant alien race.

"According to your calculation method, we only have the last three months to communicate with each other." The communication system caught the signal from space again, and Nova sent a new message, "I can communicate with everyone here." The people on the ground contacted, but for some reason... I prefer to hear the 'voice' from you, the wise people said that it may be the legacy of the sailors affecting my emotions, but I think... It's just because you passed on The sound of coming can make me feel some kind of 'temperature'.

"Ms. Bertila, do you know? Actually, I can feel the 'temperature'. Although I am connected to a cold machine, this machine has its own way of 'sensing'. It will tell me Passed many things, although most of the information is difficult to understand, but on the day when the communication between our two planets was established, I definitely felt...warmth and kindness, and that kindness is full of every unit of data you send , as real and clear to me as the touch of a finger.

"Wise men can't interpret this 'feeling' that has no theoretical support, because no witch has ever successfully established contact with an alien civilization, but I believe my judgment, and I think I can really feel yours." Reliable and sincere, so even though you have shown some... 'scary' fighting tendencies, and even caused some sages and elders to be nervous, I am willing to give them advice and let them trust you."

Looking at the communication message that appeared in front of his eyes, Gao Wen, who had been watching from the sidelines without speaking much, suddenly broke the silence: "Thank you for your continuous efforts, Miss Nova, we also know that a real relationship between two civilizations must be established. How difficult it is to trust and understand, especially when there is an insurmountable barrier between us, but please believe that Loren always faces friends with the greatest sincerity and kindness. We... are also very happy to be here Starspace hears your voices."

Gawain's words were quickly translated into alien characters, and sent into the starry sky a moment later. After confirming with Gawain, Bertila added: "That was our leader talking to you just now, he Noticed our communications."

Nova responded quickly: "Ah, leader—it's a pleasure to talk to you, and I hope you don't mind my rashness."

In the blue velvet study of Cecil Palace, Gawain couldn't help showing a smile: "Don't be so nervous, Miss Nova, we often talk, don't we?"

After a while, Nova's response appeared in front of Gao Wen: "Yes, we often talk, but at that time I represented Noi, you represented Loren, and now... I am Nova."

"My name is Gawain," Gawain said very solemnly, "then let's say hello formally—I'm glad to hear your voice, Nova."

After a moment of silence and delay, the greetings from across the sea of ​​stars came into Gawain's eyes:

"Glad to hear your voice, Gawain... Mr. Leader."

(It's time to push the book again! This time it's "Above the High Heaven" from Yintian Shenyin, a fantasy genre, an old author, although the number of words is still small, but I feel that the future is promising, everyone is welcome to support a wave.

ps: Is it a bit frequent to push books recently...)