Nolan could not take off for the time being, and the urban infrastructure work of the drone cluster had not been pushed to the barren planet. Hao Ren and his team did not have the advantage of moving in space. But not being able to take off did not mean that they could not do anything. With thousands of probes in the atmosphere and Nolan's own powerful antenna array scanning, a massive amount of information was gathered, and Hao Ren still had a lot of information on the planet.
The "brain nucleus offline" of the First Born was basically an undeniable fact. Whether the underlying cause was his brain lesion, the dissipation of consciousness, or some powerful neuro-inhibitory factor (such as a super-super-high-power lullaby generator poking his brain nerves), all the First Born tissues on the planet had lost unified control. After collecting the behavior patterns of the tentacles on the planet's surface and scanning the nerve pulse map under the crust, Nolan confirmed that the First Born now only had the most basic conditioned reflexes and self-defense abilities. It would fight back when it was attacked, activate the emergency regeneration mechanism when it suffered unknown damage, and change its physiological structure when the environment changed. But all these changes were done by the tentacles' own functions. This fully explained why the bombing of the survivors' resistance only caused the First Born's' limited counterattack 'and did not lead to a devastating retaliation.
On the other hand, the "descendants of the survivors" living on the moon and in space continued to organize a counterattack on the surface. They had a well-structured and efficient militarized society, relying on the continuous industrial support provided by the lunar base, and these survivors almost never stopped attacking the tentacles on the home planet. When Nolan spread her "eyes" across the planet, she could see at least one attack from space almost every hour, and the bombing that Hao Ren saw was actually the smallest of these attacks. The rebel forces did not only have suicide bombers. They would use a variety of means to clear the tentacles that kept emerging from the surface of the home planet, usually dropping guided bombs from the stratosphere for carpet bombing, or directly firing from the Zenith space station in space for orbital bombardment.
But after Nolan's observation, she found that the most effective way was still to use the bombers to drop bombs at close range, because attacks from higher altitudes could hardly cause effective damage to the tentacles.
It was not that they were not powerful enough, but the First Born's tentacles had a stronger sense of defense against long-range attacks. It seemed that although the First Born of this planet had lost its mind, its "conditioned reflex" was still different from the conditioned reflex of ordinary life. The tentacles still had a certain degree of advanced judgment. The ultra-long-range attacks from orbit would be blocked by various force fields before they arrived. On the other hand, the suicide bombing of the aerospace bombers at very close range could avoid the "judgment mechanism" of the tentacles.
This seesaw war had lasted for god knows how many years, but Hao Ren was sure of one thing: the exiles who had been driven out of their home in space were still far from dawn.
They had probably done their best to attack the planet's surface. Every day, dozens of battlefields were lit up by their artillery fire. On the planetary surveillance image that Nolan had built, the red triangle representing the "war zone" could be said to be all over the planet. But this kind of attack may destroy an ordinary planetary civilization, but it could not fundamentally destroy a mythical creature. The tentacles of the First Born were constantly repairing and regenerating day and night, sometimes even faster than the speed of being blown up. And the tentacles on the surface were only a small part of this huge mythical creature. Its real body was buried deep under the mantle and would not be threatened by the rebel forces at all.
It was not suppressed by mortals, it just did not fight back.
As for the survivors who kept trying to take back their homes … they were really like crabs that kept charging into the endless ocean …
On the morning of the sixth day after the crash on the planet, Nolan repaired all the communication modules and some of the weapon systems of the spacecraft. At the same time, she began to try to activate her main engine. The engine was not completely repaired, but its main structure had been regenerated. Nolan thought it was time for the first test.
"We should be able to fly tomorrow." After successfully completing the test, Nolan seemed to be in a much better mood. She changed back to the 1: 1 scale holographic image and reported to Hao Ren on the bridge. "Although I can't say that I have recovered my full strength, at least 70% to 80% of my combat power is back."
"That's pretty good," Hao Ren nodded sincerely. "After all, you were almost blown in half at the waist before …"
Nolan's face suddenly fell when she heard this. "Can you not emphasize this? The shipborne AI will also have psychological trauma, okay?"
Hao Ren rolled his eyes. "If this psychological trauma can stop you from using holographic paint like 'Galaxy's Fastest' or 'Top Noise' to embarrass me in the universe, then it will be great."
Nolan's holographic image suddenly shrank. "A little bit of a personal hobby, a little bit of a personal hobby …"
Hao Ren pursed his lips and did not intend to argue with the shipgirl. He turned to the large holographic projection in the center of the bridge and adjusted the image to the observation of the lunar base. "In fact, there is one thing that I don't understand. When we fell on this planet, we did not hide our traces at all. I believe that when you fell, the movement could be seen even in space. So, those living in the space station and the lunar base must have known about us. But why haven't they taken any action yet? Even if they can't send people down to contact us, they should at least send a reconnaissance aircraft to take a look, right? "
"This is indeed a bit strange." Nolan nodded when she heard this. "An alien spaceship of unknown origin that 'crashed' in its own home is a problem that can't be ignored no matter how you look at it. It's impossible for the survivors in space to not care about this, but …"
Nolan suddenly stopped halfway. Hao Ren looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
Nolan blinked. "The robot woke up … I mean, it's fixed."
"Which … Ah, you mean the one in the lab?!" Hao Ren suddenly came to his senses and immediately threw the topic aside. "Hurry up and inform the others to go to the lab!"
The prediction data given by the lab mainframe was indeed very accurate. The half-robot lady that Hao Ren picked up from the crash site had been lying on the maintenance workbench for exactly forty-eight hours. Just now, the maintenance work was completed on time. This was a rare piece of good news in the past few days.
It was not that Hao Ren did not try to collect wreckage from other bombing sites in the past two days, but he really did not find anything. Without Nolan's support, his range of activities on the planet was limited, and in this limited range, there were only three areas where the rebels attacked and crashed in the past two days. The three crash sites were a mess, and there were a lot of scattered metal fragments, but there was no wreckage of the crew that could be recovered.
The First Born's counterattack was fierce and ruthless. Most of the wreckage that fell to the ground was broken into pieces. It was pure luck that Lily met the half-robot lady. After two days of fruitless attempts to salvage the body, Hao Ren had to admit that the husky maiden was a European who could salvage something, and he … was doomed to only salvage metal fragments.
So the female robot adjutant lying in the lab became Hao Ren's only hope.
The robot adjutant in the form of a girl lay quietly on the workbench. For the healthy growth of the majority of young people, Nolan had asked the autonomous robots in advance to put a female crew uniform on her in advance (the kind that Lily wore when she was on the spaceship). Now she had hands and feet, and her skin was intact. The bionic skin made her look no different from a healthy human girl. Those who did not know would probably never imagine how miserable she was when she was brought to this lab two days ago.
Her eyes were closed, her long black hair spread out on the workbench, and her slightly pale face was like a carved work of art, exquisite but lifeless. She was still in a state of hibernation for the time being, but as long as there was a command, she could open her eyes.
"It's not a complete 'restoration'. In fact, most of her structure must be different from when she left the factory." Nolan had read the laboratory mainframe's report, and now stood next to her and explained. "The analysis mainframe could not 'guess' what the parts that had been completely lost originally looked like, so it could only make some substitutes for her based on what remained of her torso, including limbs and part of the energy circuit. To ensure balance, her remaining arm was directly thrown away. But although they are substitutes, they should work well on her. The analysis mainframe studied her control module and wrote the driver for all the body components according to her own logic circuit, so she will feel that her new limbs are as good as the original … probably. "
"Can you not add the 'probably' at the end …" Hao Ren could not help but cover his forehead. "Forget it. Anyway, let's turn on first."
The workbench made some subtle buzzing sounds, and the command to turn on was entered into the core circuit of the robot girl through an external cable. The latter's body trembled slightly, and after a strange 'beep', the reborn robot lady opened her eyes.
A circle of heads, big and small, arranged in a ring in her field of vision.
"Oh, she's awake, she's awake, she's really awake!"
"Ugh — I was going to use a screwdriver to take it apart if she didn't wake up …"
"Why isn't she talking? Nolan, are you sure you installed a speaker for her? "
"She's using a higher-end sound device …"
A bunch of people were talking at once, and finally, it was Vivian who made the final decision. "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble. I asked you to come here to listen quietly. What's your name?"
Her last sentence was directed at the robot girl lying on the workbench.
N-6 turned her eyes, looking at the people in front of her in astonishment and curiosity …
Humans.
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