The anti-gravity generator stirred the magic curve that filled the background radiation of the entire universe. The colossal 'dragon' traversed the top of the atmosphere, and the thick clouds had become a vast expanse in the background. An invisible magic storm blew at the edge of the protective barrier. At the boundary between the barrier and space, circles of transparent ripples spread outward, like the ripples caused by a stone falling into water.
"The parameters are basically the same as the creator's calculations 1.87 million years ago …
"The propulsion technology left by the Voyager is still effective in the current era …
"The energy and propulsion structure are working well. After crossing the gravitational threshold, try to enter the Shadow Realm and verify if the submersible propulsion is feasible …
"Collect and compare the starlight signals … The star chart left by the Voyager is no longer usable. Try to recalibrate the star axis. Set the destination as a solid planet near 'Ao' for now … Maybe we can get energy and material replenishment there … A suitable springboard. "
Omega's mental thread was active as he kept thinking about one problem after another. He collected new information and made new plans. The distant starlight shone on his alloy body, and the dancing starlight looked as beautiful as the planet below. A new feeling surged in his nervous system, and after a brief consideration, Omega judged it as' joy 'and' anticipation '.
He looked up and into the distance. After passing through the visual interference layer that the Voyager set up over the planet, the ancient satellites and space stations were emerging from the darkness.
"The Voyager's legacy has been observed … All are in a silent state. Omega … I feel a little sad, but this sadness is not the same as when I left Tarlonde. "
Omega pondered and maintained a conversation with himself in the mental thread. He felt that his thinking efficiency had dropped, and many of the calculation tasks took longer than before to complete. Even though he had cut off the command output to all the lower nodes, the decrease in calculation ability was still very obvious.
But he did not panic because this was normal. The countless calculation nodes set deep within Tarlonde were offline one by one, and as he moved farther and farther away from the planet below, the calculation ability he could borrow from the surface was rapidly decreasing. He was no longer the "Omega System" that covered the entire continent. Now, he only had this huge body and a small number of servers to rely on, and their efficiency was obviously not as good as the land-based nodes.
But Omega did not regret it. If he wanted to go on a long journey, he had to give up something, and an overly heavy "backpack" would only hinder this journey.
And on the other hand, going on a long journey in this "individual" form was also an experience that he had never imagined before. He did not know whether the Omega Network that was bound to the ground or the Giant Dragon Omega that flew in the universe was better, but at least at this moment, he felt very … satisfied.
A few smaller aircraft caught up from behind. There was still a faint red glow on the silver-white triangular shells, which was the heat generated when they passed through the atmosphere. These aircrafts caught up with Omega, who was already in space, and then followed not far behind him like cubs following their mother.
These were Omega's "bags", all the belongings he had brought from his "homeland" on this trip. He did not know if these things were enough to cope with a long and dangerous journey, but perhaps … life needed a little risk.
He did not remember who told him this. It could be a creator who wrote the program for the Omega System, or a "guest" who visited the Tarlonde. Anyway, Omega liked this saying.
Some small metal fragments slid past, and the edge of the protective barrier collided with the fragments, and a small burst of sparks burst out. This insignificant collision attracted Omega's attention. He looked up into the distance, and the high-precision optical sensor captured some images in the vast space in the distance.
He saw a tattered wreckage floating in the dark and deep starry sky. The wreckage looked very miserable, as if it had been torn apart by an extremely powerful and brutal enemy and crumpled into a ball. It was floating in pieces, looking like a piece of steel that was on the verge of disintegration. It was almost impossible to see its original appearance.
But after a careful scan, Omega found that the internal skeleton of the wreckage was still well joined together, and the sealing structure at the middle was intact. All the lights at the back of the wreckage had been extinguished, but there was still some faint light flowing in the darkness at the front and a small part in the middle.
And in space near the wreckage, there was a smaller, more twisted wreckage floating next to it. The appearance of this wreckage was even more difficult to distinguish.
All of Omega's optical sensors were pointed in that direction, and in a few seconds, his "eyes" were fixed on the wreckage.
He analyzed the characteristics of the wreckage, and in a very short time unit, he felt a new, complex emotion surging in his nervous system. But this time, he could not figure out what kind of emotion it was. It was not joy, not sadness, not loss, not even anticipation. It was just vibrating violently in all of his nervous system and auxiliary computing units, as if it carried a scorching heat, roasting all of his thought threads.
And in this strong and difficult to analyze emotion, Omega pondered a question: What should he do?
"My service is over …" Omega said to his sixteenth thought thread with the fourteenth thought thread. "I don't need to follow the orders from the creators. They did not leave me any preset instructions."
"Yes, I don't need to follow the instructions left by the creators," the sixteenth thought thread agreed. "So, I should do what I want to do."
Omega, who had completed his service and obtained the "heart", took less than a thousandth of a second to solve this little problem. Compared to the "meaning of life", the next step was too simple a question.
He flew straight to the wreckage.
…
In the control hall of the Tarlonde, the dim light illuminated the ancient control seats, and in the crisscrossing light, three somewhat bored figures appeared.
The hall was quiet, and the alarm lights had been forcibly turned off. Only the occasional buzzing or beeping sound came from somewhere.
"Which part of the word chain are we talking about?" Balogel suddenly broke the silence. "I remember it was' blizzard 'or' high-altitude cyclone '…"
"Whichever, I quit." Andal shook his head. "The word chain is more boring than I thought … and you always mix in professional terms that only mechanics understand."
"Okay." Balogel shrugged and 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 yet. "
"Stop! Stop! I'm kidding! It's just a figure of speech! " Balogel did not hesitate to stop the other party. "Have you thought about what to do if you can't turn it off? This system can't stand the torture anymore! "
Helagol listened to the movement from beside him and turned his head slightly to look at Balogel. "How long can our gas last?"
"Now it seems that it's a little longer than expected." Balogel immediately became serious. "The core module did not leak, and the circulation device has evacuated the poisonous gas in the pipeline. Under the condition that the gas control system is working normally, our final cause of death is not suffocation or poisoning."
"… Let's say 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 do we do next? "
In the huge control hall, the three ancient Dragons fell into silence again. The silence lasted for a few seconds before Balogel cautiously said, "Do you want to try the word chain again? We can start with geological terms … "
"I'm not interested." Helagol shook his head and said flatly. At the same time, his eyes crossed the transparent polymer dome not far away and looked at the vast empty space outside the spacecraft.
His eyes fell on a twisted wreckage that had completely lost its vitality and light. During this long period of drifting, the wreckage was a little closer to the spacecraft. But this could also be his illusion.
After all, he had been staring at the wreckage for too long these days.
After a few minutes of staring, Helagol looked away. He turned around and was about to return to the central area of the control hall. But the moment he turned his eyes away, an unexpected flash suddenly appeared at the edge of his vision.
Helagol stopped in an instant and turned his head in the direction of the flash. Balogel and Andal, who were discussing which word chain to start the word chain, also stopped and looked in the same direction. But they only had time to see a fleeting shadow and a vague outline.
It seemed to be a large-scale steel creation, a bit like a Giant Dragon of two or three hundred meters in length, and a bit like the tail engine of the Tarlonde. The thing flashed past the edge of the polymer dome, and it was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
It seemed to have circled to the rear of the Tarlonde. Helagol was not sure, and before he could figure out what it was, a huge thrust had hit the side of the Tarlonde.
The powerful impact shook the sturdy keel of the ancient spaceship, and the vibration directly went through the mechanical transmission to the core area. The spaceship shook and made a loud noise, and the space outside also tumbled. In this violent shaking, a chair not far away suddenly slammed in Heragol's direction. While the latter stretched out his arm to block the impact, he only had time to ask countless questions in his mind, and these questions could be summed up into three simple sentences: "What is it?"
What is it? What is going on? How do I deal with it?
…
The gravity drive performed a beautiful "spurt", and the precisely calculated thrust was perfectly released in the predetermined area. Omega looked at the wreckage that had begun to descend to the predetermined orbit from a distance, and his steel jaw raised slightly.
He was very satisfied with his move.
It turned out that even without the support of the surface computing node group, his own computing power was still enough.
As for now, the farewell to the creators was over, and it was time to continue the journey.
Omega withdrew his gaze from below and turned his attention back to the vast space again. His gaze extended along the curved edge of the planet's atmosphere into the distance. Between the boundary of the starlight and the planet, countless ancient relics left behind by the voyagers were quietly floating in their respective orbits, like silent tombstones in space looking at this small world.
After a little calculation and readjusting his navigation plan, Omega once again activated the thrusters all over his body. He drew a beautiful arc over the planet, and with the help of the weak gravitational force, he flew lightly in the direction of the equator.
He intended to accelerate from there, leaving the gravitational circle of the mother planet near the equator, and then fly close to the "sun" and replenish his magic power in the process. After two accelerations, he would really leave this place and fly toward the "center" of the planetary system. The road ahead was long and full of unknowns, but a strong surge of curiosity inspired this new traveler. He was full of fighting spirit and confidence.
The equatorial satellites left behind by the voyagers gradually appeared at the edge of his vision, and what was more eye-catching than the ancient inverted-cone satellites was the huge circular orbiter that circled the equator of the planet.
The ancient Firmament Station, a "space miracle" that only the voyagers could build.
Omega flew toward the quietly orbiting satellites and the space station behind them. At the same time, he had a quick thought.
Maybe he should leave something behind. Many humans and other intelligent races would do similar things when they left home for travel.
Omega quickly made a decision, and then he gave an order to an accompanying aircraft behind him.
"Find a satellite in a relatively good state and leave a transmitter on it."
A triangular aircraft received the order, silently left the flight formation in the vacuum, and flew toward a high-altitude satellite near Firmament Station.
…
Cecil, a clear and cloudless midnight.
Gwen woke up in the middle of the night.
Strictly speaking, he jumped out of bed after receiving a sudden alarm signal from the satellite.
A signal that he had never seen before woke him up from his sleep. Although the signal quickly subsided, it drove away all his sleepiness. Then, the satellite system that was closely connected to his consciousness automatically sent some blurry images. After seeing the images, Gwen fell into a daze.
In space … something appeared.
He stood by the bed, bright starlight falling through the wide window not far away. In this cloudless midnight, Emperor Cecil, who woke up from his sleep, had only three questions in his mind.
What the hell? What's going on? What should I do?
(End of Chapter)
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