Hao Ren knew that these ancient souls did not come to him for a chat, and as an inspector, he also had the obligation to properly deal with the remains of this extinct civilization. So, he took the initiative to ask, "What can I do for you?"
"Stranger, we have no other choice but to turn to any traveler who passes by," the Tannaeans' amalgamation of dead souls buzzed. "In the three sanctuaries, there are repositories of our civilization. All our culture, history, technology, and knowledge are stored there. Please take them away, to a place where someone can understand and read them. In their lifetime, the Tannaeans have not been able to explore the secrets between the stars. Now that our civilization is extinct, we hope that at least someone can know that there was a civilization called 'Tannaean' that existed, even if only a symbol was left. This is the last wish of the consciousness of the Tannaeans before it lost itself. This memory bank hopes that it can come true. "
"I have read from my work manual that 80% of extinct civilizations will have a similar wish before they die. 'Leaving one's own information' is a kind of instinct of intelligent creatures," Hao Ren sighed. "Okay, tell me the location of the repository, the Alamanda repository."
The phantom told Hao Ren everything about the Alamanda repository, and then expressed its gratitude to Hao Ren. But just before the spiritual connection was about to be cut off, Hao Ren suddenly remembered that he still had some questions — these questions had been bothering him all day, and now it seemed that he had finally found someone who could understand him.
"I found two strange devices, two keys," Hao Ren tried to describe the two keystones he got from Igor and Ogyust. "... Just like this, one is triangular and one is round. Why do they have an effect called the 'seven-day curse'? Why can't we get rid of them after we are entangled? Why will the key return to the person within seven days, or will the person die after leaving the key for more than seven days? "
The souls of the dead thought for a moment and said, "You should be talking about the 'resonant stone' that we use to control the equipment around us. The triangular one is the 'sound mark', and the round one is called the 'echo stone'. We don't know what went wrong in the fatal accident, but the 'echo stone' will return within seven days, which is actually normal... "
Hao Ren was stunned. "Huh? Was it normal to have such a scary function? What's the point? "
"This is an anti-theft function."
Hao Ren: "…"
"The newer Resonance Stones have an identity-binding system. After a certain distance from the owner and a certain amount of time has elapsed, it will activate the homing function. Enter the device serial number and password to cancel the homing function. Of course, you can also put it in a strong magnetic field or other energy field to process it, but this will cause the memory to reset. Of course, you probably won't need that memory anyway. It's usually used to record music and photos."
Hao Ren: "…"
The curse that had troubled Ogyust for three centuries turned out to be an anti-theft system! Hao Ren decided that he would never tell the unlucky old man the truth. An anal fissure was bad enough, but it was better to leave some mental comfort for the old man.
"Do you have any other questions?" The spirits were very patient, but Hao Ren really did not want to say anything at this time. "No, thank you... I'm going back to meditate."
The chaotic spiritual world receded like a tide, and Hao Ren returned to the real world. He heard the MDT yelling that it had found an ancient memory that could be read. Although he felt that he had been immersed in the memory of the Tannaeans for several hours, it seemed that only a few seconds had passed in the real world.
Lily's six senses were sharp. At this time, she was the first to feel that something was wrong with Hao Ren. Her ears flickered, and she turned her head alertly. "Mr. Landlord? What's wrong? "
"I've seen the memory bank of the Tannaeans." Hao Ren rubbed his forehead, and his mental fatigue quickly faded. "Their memory fragments are still floating on this planet, and they have turned into something invisible and intangible … Ouch, it's really dizzying."
"You saw the memory of other creatures again?" Vivian looked at Hao Ren in surprise. "This time it's the Tannaeans? What did they say? "
"We're going back to Alamanda to take something from the city hall," Hao Ren nodded. "But we can talk about this later. What did you find?"
"A memory, more than 10,000 years old," Wuyue said, pulling out a pentagonal crystal plate from some kind of device next to her. "The brick says this is still readable, but it's badly damaged. We need the equipment on the Petrachelys to repair it."
The MDT let out a sharp whistle. "It's the brick! Don't follow that idiot's example, okay? "
Everyone silently looked at the flying coaster. The latter was stunned for a moment before it reacted. "… Damn it, what did I just say …"
"Let's go. I promised to help take that thing away," Hao Ren shook his head and took the lead to go out. "Consider it as a thank you for their gold. Although gold is not much different from a brick here."
The group left the ancient observatory. Vivian looked in the direction of the golden wasteland, Alamanda, a little worried. "The vengeful spirit may still be near the city. Will we be in trouble?"
"The vengeful spirit won't bother us anymore," Hao Ren shook his head. He looked at the distant sky, and after concentrating, his vision began to change. Countless floating colors and lines gradually appeared in the originally empty and monotonous sky — magnetic fields, soul fragments, memory units, and the ripples left by the vengeful spirit across the sky. It was another world that could only be seen from the perspective of a spirit body. The ancient memory had brought him unexpected gains, and the soul vision may come in handy in the future. "I'm now half a member of 'them' — the vengeful spirit still has the ability to distinguish between friend and foe."
Under the guidance of the ancient memory, Hao Ren led everyone back to Alamanda. He could feel the vengeful spirit hovering around him. Even without activating the soul vision, he could feel countless wonderful energies watching him from the sky. The Tannaeans, who had lost their self-consciousness, seemed to retain some instincts of intelligent creatures. They hovered blindly over the city, staring at a group of strangers stepping into their city, and suppressed their instinct to attack under some inexplicable sense of identity.
There was a domed building in the city center that had almost completely collapsed. This was the former city hall of Alamanda. Hao Ren released a few autonomous robots from the Dimensional Pocket and let them clean up the metal ruins on the ground. He then cut open four layers of heavy armor plates, revealing a small chamber buried deep underground, wrapped in layers of super-strong alloy.
In the end, only a half-meter-high metal cylinder was taken out, shining with a faint purple light. This was the storage.
All the achievements of the entire civilization, all the information of the Tannaeans, including all the information they could collect since the stone records were here. Their writing, art, history, philosophy, and thoughts about the universe and themselves were all condensed together. There were countless film and television materials and precious photocopies of paintings, as well as formulas and knowledge of the world summed up by countless generations of scientists. There were also the last words of the Tannaeans recorded for future generations. The whole civilization was compressed here.
Sixty-two centimeters, seventeen kilograms.
"This is all." Hao Ren sighed and solemnly put the cylinder into a metal safe. This metal safe was a special container for inspectors, specifically used to store special collections of special significance, such as the wreckage of a certain civilization.
He closed the lid of the safe and typed a line of annotations on it: Tannagost Civilization, all information, yet to be encoded.
"I don't know if the remaining information after the extinction of human beings one day will fill this box," Hao Ren muttered.
"Oh, it depends on when they go extinct. If humans can't develop a better storage technology by then, perhaps the volume of the information will be so large that it will fill the entire cabin. You'll have to compress it with a translation device," the MDT replied. "Don't lament. This is the end of most civilizations. No matter how glorious they were, how many achievements they had, how many artists, philosophers, leaders, heroes, dictators, politicians... all these things are just a few bytes in the end. Many things will disappear one day. For inspectors, it doesn't matter whether these civilizations are destroyed by a sudden disaster or a slow decline of civilization. It's like a patient dying in a hospital bed. "
Hao Ren nodded. "All right, let's go."
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