Brain death.
This was a term that Hao Ren was not unfamiliar with. This terrible condition was usually seen in humans who had suffered all kinds of fatal organic damage. The brain had lost its function, but sometimes the autonomic nerves could still survive, and some conditioned reflexes remained in the limbs. But simple conditioned reflexes could not maintain the operation of a complex life system, so brain-dead humans needed a lot of hoses, wires, and air pumps to survive. In short, it was a very miserable state.
But he did not know that the First Born could also be brain-dead.
And it was clear that the brain-dead First Born on this planet did not need a lot of hoses, wires, and air pumps.
Its tentacles were still alive and happy, and could even happily kill the aerospace bombers and the robot ladies who dropped bombs on its head.
"Are you sure?" "Boss, you have to believe in my deduction and calculation ability. I use a mainframe that can deduce the evolution of stars to think, and I also have a huge database. My judgment is based on a massive amount of data and real-time updated test results. Of course, it's not a wild guess." Hao Ren asked again cautiously, but Nolan was not happy to be doubted. "Boss, you have to believe in my deduction and calculation ability. I use a mainframe that can deduce the evolution of stars to think. I also have a huge database.
Then she added, "Of course, I'm not very sure either. After all, we haven't seen what the brain of the First Born is like."
You can't be sure, and yet you're spouting so much nonsense! Showing off the configuration?
Hao Ren rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that the shipgirl was getting more and more troublesome lately. Then he carefully thought about what a brain-dead First Born meant.
The vitality of the First Born was unimaginable. Its body could almost resist all the damage caused by planetary civilizations, and even if it was a little injured, it could heal in a very short time. And that was just the basics. Its vitality was reflected in the fact that this powerful divine creature had no clear weakness: it was a giant life form composed of a large number of indescribable biological tissues and countless tentacles, veins, and cavities. All its organs (if those functional tissue groups could be called organs) had multiple backups, and none of them were non-renewable. A mature First Born had at least several brain nuclei and a larger number of secondary thinking units. Each brain nucleus could independently undertake the task of storing memories and thinking. Even if it lost a part of the brain nucleus, it would only temporarily reduce its ability to control the body. It would not take long for the brain nucleus to regenerate from the secondary ganglion nodes.
And even if all of its brain nuclei were destroyed, it would not help. The First Born would only lose the ability to think and act for a short time, but soon the disaster emergency program in its body would be activated. This self-saving process would stimulate some of the ganglia, and these ganglia would assume the function of thinking and mutate another batch of brain nuclei in a short time. This process would certainly cause some damage, such as memory loss, but brain-dead? That was impossible.
As long as there was a little tissue cell survival, plus a little time to breathe and recover, the First Born could recover in a 100% healthy state.
This was the first-hand information that Hao Ren heard from the honest First Born when he was communicating with Zorm. Hao Ren believed it because he felt that Zorm would not do such a thing as' boasting '.
"Indeed, based on the information we have about the First Born, 'brain-dead' is unlikely, but there are always exceptions, and the body of the First Born is not invincible." Nolan's holographic image jumped onto the bar and sat on the edge of Hao Ren's glass. "The brain nucleus of Yggdrasil has divided into two consciousnesses due to infection, and the competition between the two consciousnesses has caused Yggdrasil's body to show signs of rigidity and decline. The high dose of neurotoxin and the powerful lullaby program can make the First Born of Holletta fall into a deep sleep, and its neural activity is reduced to almost a standstill. The direct command from the goddess of creation can simply take over the thinking function of the First Born. If there is a problem with this part of the function, it will also appear to be brain-dead. Many factors can affect the activities of the First Born. We have to make bold assumptions. "
"Bold assumptions are not a problem, but I think of another thing," Hao Ren glanced at Nolan. "Even if brain-dead is true, why is the First Born of this planet like this?"
Nolan blinked and seemed to be unable to react.
"You saw the attack echelon that the rebel forces sent to the surface of the planet. With their technical strength, they can deal with the tentacles of the First Born, but to blow up a mature First Born to the point that it can't take care of itself is a bit of a fantasy."
At this time, Vivian came to her senses and showed a thoughtful look. "That is to say … you think that the First Born has lost its mind because of something else, and the survivors in space just happened to pick up the loophole, so they can fight the First Born like today?"
"This is one of the possibilities. Anyway, the half-dead state of the First Born of this planet is certainly not something that can be explained by a few bombs dropped by the survivors in space every now and then. "" And there's more. "
"And there's more," Nangong Sanba chimed in. "We all know the First Born's ability to recover. As long as there's a little bit of it, it would not take long for it to come back to full health. So even if some powerful guy cut off all the brain nuclei of the First Born on this planet, it should have recovered after so many years. After all, before we came here, no one played 'lullaby' on this planet, and its activity is not suppressed."
"So there must be something that prevents the recovery of the brain function of the First Born." Vivian pinched her chin, which Hao Ren was most used to doing, but now it had also become her habit. "We probably can only go to the center of the planet to find out what is going on …"
Nangong Wuyue covered her face and slowly curled up her tail. "I think this is more suicidal than going to heaven …"
Hao Ren rolled his eyes at her. "I didn't say we should go now."
Nangong Wuyue's tail almost wrapped herself up. "I don't want to go at any time …"
This coward.
But with their current situation, Hao Ren really did not want to go to the center of the planet to do a brain examination on the First Born. If it was not done properly, it would really be suicidal. He had not even figured out the 'rebels' in the sky who had nothing better to do than to throw bombs on the ground. If he was distracted and started the second mission line, he felt that he would die. It was especially rhythmic.
As Lily liked to say, rice should be eaten one bite at a time, ribs should be eaten one bite at a time, noodles should be eaten one bite at a time, fragrant chicken should be eaten one bite at a time … Anyway, it was wrong to bite off more than one could chew.
Hao Ren decided to first establish contact with the people in the sky, or at least find some useful information from their information network before considering dealing with the First Born deep in the ground.
Nolan turned the newly repaired set of antennas to the sky, constantly monitoring the communication signals that occasionally escaped from the giant space station and the surface of the moon. Most of the signals were encrypted, but this encryption was nothing to the spacecraft's host computer.
But monitoring for a short period of time could not get too many clues.
From the signals collected by the antennas, Nolan sorted out a large number of action reports and material transfer lists, about half of which were related to the battle on the planet's surface, and the rest were mostly related to industrial production — the departure and recovery of fighter jets, damage and replenishment requests for bombing missions on the surface, the production status of the factories, the mining progress of the lunar base, and some accidents that needed to be dealt with. Daily reports like these accounted for 80% of the total information. In addition, of course, of course, there were also some less official communication signals, which should be the communication of the rebels' personal opinions, but the amount of information was pitiful.
The signal strength and transmission priority of personal communication were certainly the lowest. They were overwhelmed and drowned by the massive signals from the giant space station and the lunar base. Nolan's antennas were not working very well, so the things she could capture were almost impossible to piece together into a complete set of information.
But from these communications, Hao Ren still drew two preliminary conclusions:
First, there was a very busy survivor society on the giant space station and the lunar base. Although they were driven out of their own planet, they still developed a strong force in space and natural satellites. They may not be as strong as the First Born, but the situation of these rebels was by no means hopeless.
Second, the survivors of the rebels' actions were highly logical, and there was no obvious tendency of madness, violence, or blind destruction. They should be approachable.
In the evening of the second day, Nolan again observed the bomber formation from the rebels in the sky.
It was a larger bombing formation than the last time. Twelve fighter jets flew from the southeast and carried out an even more violent attack on the tentacles at the edge of the forest. Just like the last time, the bombing process was efficient, accurate, and fearless, and this time, the damage was much better than the previous one. Probably because the damage caused by the last bombing had not healed, the First Born's tentacles did not seem to be able to fight back. Only half of the twelve fighter jets were destroyed, and the remaining six withdrew from the battlefield.
Compared to the two-thirds casualty rate last time, this was indeed a very ideal result.
The tentacle on the edge of the forest suffered a second attack before it could fully recover, and it was finally hit hard. Nolan detected that the physiological activity of the tentacle continued to decline after the bombing, and a large number of nerve structures in the ground were also disconnected from it: the tentacle had been destroyed.
But new tentacles would soon grow out from the roots of the destroyed tentacle. With the wreckage as nourishment, its growth would be extraordinarily rapid.
"This is a war that has lost its meaning," Vivian could not help but sigh as she watched the surviving six fighter jets disappear from the monitor screen. "The First Born on this planet is brain-dead. Those living in the sky will neither be threatened by the First Born, nor can they really destroy it. They are just filling in waves of life and resources … like crabs charging into the endless ocean. Is it really that important to recapture the home planet? "
In this regard, Hao Ren could only shake his head. "Maybe it is important to them."
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