Actually, there are times when I am exceptionally curious about my own existence.
Alright, I know that in most situations, the evaluation of the ladies in the house is only four words, which is to eat and wait to die. Occasionally, they would add prefixes or suffixes such as nanny father and idiot. No matter what, this evaluation of me isn't wrong. If one were to view me as a pot of soup that Sandora has cooked, then the above few attributes would be on par with the poisonous substances in the soup — — I think this is a kind of merit.
But other than eating and waiting to die, I would occasionally think about some profound questions. For example, where did I come from and where did I go, the dialectical relationship between the Void and the Abyss, why did I have no face after I became a Void Creature, where did the food that Sandora ate go to, or did it directly participate in a nuclear reaction and disappear. These profound questions would often make me fall into a very ethereal state. This ethereal state would mostly appear before dinner time. That is why the ladies in the house would often say that I am focused on eating and waiting to be fed. But actually, I know that I am thinking about it and the one who is waiting to be fed is Sandora …
Alright, I admit that the reason why I suddenly thought about this was because Icetis suddenly told me that in the faraway God Realm, Father God is painstakingly preparing a five billion year plan. He is currently researching on me and preparing to divide all the Void Creatures into a clearly described racial classification. Currently, there are a total of three members of this racial classification, including myself, and one of them is on the other side of the Void.
Am I supposed to announce in horror that a third of my clan is now missing?
"Void Creatures are Void Creatures. I don't think there is any need to be so conflicted about this." I scratched my head and looked at Icetis with a confused expression. "Isn't this a racial classification?"
"All the Void Creatures that have been discovered so far are vastly different in terms of life structure and power system. All of them can be separated into a class." Icetis rolled her eyes. "Of course, there are only three Void Creatures in total. So Father God is very curious. He doesn't know if it is possible for the Void Creatures to form a whole race. Initially, we only know of two Void Creatures. Thus, Father God doesn't think that this kind of comparative analysis is of much value. Because to a racial classification, the smallest even number of samples can't prove the existence of a universal rule. Since you are the third, you have a higher research value. Thus, Father God ambitiously wants to … "
"He wants to lump the three of us together to see if we have anything in common. Then, he prepares to register himself as a racial classification." I felt cold sweat seeping out from my forehead. I looked at Icetis' blood-red eyes with a strange feeling. "Why are all of you Protoss so … Why does Father God have so much free time to research?"
Icetis thought about it seriously and told me, "He has a pain in the balls."
I broke out in cold sweat on the spot. I looked as though I was about to die of dehydration. I didn't react for a full half a minute. When I finally reacted, I couldn't think of anything to say for another half a minute. In the end, I could only look at the female hooligan in front of me with a look of worship. I was completely impressed by her morals and integrity. Icetis noticed my gaze and said with conviction, "What's wrong with that? I do respect Father God a lot. However, no matter how much I respect him, I can't help but feel that his balls are a pain in the balls … Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
I thought for a moment and said with a twisted expression, "My balls are a pain in the balls …"
Really, I was wrong. From the start, I shouldn't have believed that Icetis, this female hooligan, could spit out ivory. I shouldn't have believed that she still had the most basic morals and integrity in her head. I shouldn't have believed that she would allow me to calmly head out to the depths of the void to search for the world that Visca destroyed (suspected to be). I shouldn't have said that my balls are a pain in the balls in front of her. Really, the moment I said that, this carefree Goddess subconsciously said a total of five words including punctuation, "Help you rub them?"
Then, Sandora teleported over and beckoned me to set off.
After that, I spent ten minutes to explain to Sandora that I really wasn't injured and that I didn't need to be rubbed anywhere. On the other hand, Icetis, that blabbermouth, didn't bother with me after causing trouble. In the ten minutes, she filled every corner of the spaceship bridge with the words "Here", which complemented Shallow shallow's "Here".
For the time being, I thought that she was trying to get rid of her shyness. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to control my urge to beat her up. Of course, I might not even be able to beat her.
Since we didn't know what the void structure that was temporarily named as the "Gray Net" was, we made sufficient preparations before we set off. For example, we brought along the most elite Royal Navy and the Vengeance Fleet. We also brought along the extremely strong five Protoss Bar and the humanoid lightning rod Great Prophet Lin. Although we weren't so paranoid that we would directly bring the Celestial System Fleet to the scene, this kind of lineup was enough to sweep through many things, such as Visca's Destruction Army from back then. Even though Visca couldn't remember how many spaceships his Destruction Army had, no matter what, it shouldn't be more than the enemies in the Great Nebula, right?
"Fleet synchronization is in good condition. We are about to arrive."
The mainframe of the Empire Admiral spoke in a gentle and low synthesized female voice. The gigantic holographic projection above the command center gradually lit up, showing a deep darkness. This was the current "image" of the void that we had scanned. Since there was zero information, the feedback was only a patch of darkness. However, very quickly, the Empire Admiral's powerful communication array established a connection with the Departed Garden. The unique super observation system of the Departed Garden transmitted the void in its field of vision to us. The holographic projection in midair was instantly filled with that mysterious grayish-black pattern that looked like countless magnified snowflakes connected together.
Using a third party to simulate the spaceship's radar system was a slightly delayed action. In a battle, this method of observation would be the worst choice. But right now, our goal was only to investigate the situation here, so this method of observation was quite useful.
Perhaps it was because I had been idle on Earth for far too long, but all the troublesome individuals at home were in a particularly bored state. So when they heard that there was an operation to be carried out, they all tagged along, saying that there was strength in numbers. With a group of extraordinarily powerful individuals here, the "remnants" that Visca had left behind back then wouldn't be able to cause much of a ruckus. Alright, I could accept this explanation. But to be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that Lin Xue's performance had silently proved that this operation would be safe, I would never have allowed these fellows to tag along — no matter what, this wasn't a field trip, was it? And this time, even the poison island had tagged along …
"Although I don't wish for myself to be a burden on the battlefield, but at the very least, under the condition that I wouldn't cause you any trouble, you can at least bring me out to see the world, right?"
This was what Chestnut said to me at that time. At that time, she had just returned from school. I believe that everyone still remembers that in order to let her jump out from her unrealistic "life as a maid", I forcefully sent her to the Imperial Army's Military Academy for advanced studies. I heard that she had taken a bunch of random courses in there. I don't know if it was something in those courses that stimulated this girl's stubborn brain, but this time, no matter what, she insisted on tagging along with everyone. Her attitude was like a slightly overbearing younger sister who had finally softened her tone to make a request to her older brother. After being pestered for a long time, I could only allow her to enter the spaceship. Now, she was still excitedly fiddling with the chair that had an intelligent response function. On average, she would give the chair four to five commands to adjust its posture every second. Optimistically, the chair was probably going crazy — but it was indeed a good situation for her to be able to quiet down while she was playing.
Oh my Jingle, this girl who usually appeared to be educated and reasonable was simply too terrifying when she was stubborn.
"Everything is normal at the moment." Tawil's mass projection rose from the ground. She would always appear in any place that had research value, such as near a void grid that had traces of order. "According to my deduction, when a spaceship departs from the void 'navigation' state, increases its information release rate, and displays a strong enough psionic reaction, it will be captured by the 'net' here. Based on the regularity of the images, the other end of the net should still be a place that still maintains order, but that is only in theory."
"I still want to ask, the net that is connected by the snowflakes … is it really a net? I mean, can you clearly tell how big it is? "
I raised my hand and asked curiously what I couldn't figure out.
"Of course not," Tawil smiled and shook her head. "A net is just a pattern or trend of information. In the void, other than the protection of the world barrier, there will not be any order. We can only say that the information here has formed a grid, but from a space-time analysis, there is no space for this grid to exist, so it actually doesn't exist. It's just like the logic tree in a software system. It may look like a grid, but the memory core that stores it doesn't have any traces of it."
"Oh, I understand." I nodded in understanding. "The real spaceship is actually isolated by a firewall that only exists in the conceptual layer. Because in the void, the conceptual layer and the physical layer are actually the same thing, and probability determines that everything is the same."
"You can roughly understand it that way." Tawil nodded. Then, he disappeared from the bridge in a flash. He was probably returning to the research base to continue analyzing the information structure here.
The Vengeance Fleet sent a message. The flagship of the fleet, the Vengeance Angel-class starship 'PL-15', appeared on a giant holographic projection in the form of a constantly changing crystal polyhedron. "Your Majesty, this starship will expand its information output based on Chief Researcher Tawil's conjecture. I will maintain the highest communication intensity. Please follow this starship at any time."
"You are going personally?"
Sandora looked at the geometric image on the projection. "You are the flagship."
"This starship is equipped with the most outstanding control system, a cross-void communication unit that imitates His Majesty Chen Jun's spiritual power. At the same time, there is no crew burden. No other spaceship is more suitable for this mission than this starship." PL-15 used a business-like tone to explain the few points that were more suitable for this mission. Sandora could only nod. "Be careful. If there is a battle on the other side, your first priority is to protect yourself."
"I understand."
PL-15's image disappeared from the communication screen. Then, we saw something else appear on the void surveillance screen. It was a huge, heavily-armored special Eternal-class mothership. The smooth armor covering the entire warship had been opened, revealing a forest of anti-air positions and enhanced shield recharging terminals. It made this huge ship look like a terrifying meat grinder. It was the flagship of the Vengeance Fleet. The soul and the spaceship had merged into one, so there was not a single crew on board. This was the fully autonomous warship 'PL-15', Sandora's former warlord.
It shut down the few main engines that were traveling in the void and was the first to enter the coordinates where the reconnaissance ship had crashed. Then, it began to increase the output of various radars, releasing a sea of psionic information in all directions. Thinking that the spaceship was actually a body with a soul, I couldn't help but associate it with a general who stood in front of the enemy and loudly provoked them.
Then, it abruptly disappeared from the vision of all the surveillance equipment.
Even the large mothership could not withstand the impact of that net!
We had expected that the special Eternal-class mothership would also be affected by the strange information structure here, but we never expected that it would be like a small reconnaissance ship in the void, unable to hold on for even a second.
Even so, Tarver had discovered a few things when he had been prepared for them.
The web-like structure was' refreshed 'the moment the spaceship disappeared. Even though the scan of the Garden of Departed World showed that there was no change to its structure, Tarver found that all the information inside it had been changed once. It was as if the firewall was still there, but the coding had changed from binary to octal.
"Every time it devours something, the information here will update itself, so we can't track where it was finally transported to by installing a tracking device on the previous spaceship." Sandora listened to the report from the research base and nodded slightly. "Now, we just have to wait for PL-15's reply. It won't be that easy to deal with."
Sandora was right. Although PL-15 had disappeared from all the surveillance equipment, we firmly believed that it could complete its mission. Tawil had analyzed the net many times and confirmed that other than the strange structure, it did not have any direct destructive power. The information radiation of the net also showed that there was no dangerous accumulation of energy on the other side. Coupled with Lin Xue's instructions, there was a 99% chance that the net was just a concealment device, isolating a certain place. As the strongest Eternal-class mothership, PL-15 should not be in danger during such a mission. Now, we just had to wait for it to find a way to regain contact with the flagship. It should not take long. Tawil had finally built a new mathematical model through his research on my daily spiritual waves. Using this mathematical model, he coded the existing communication devices across the void, greatly increasing the success rate of these devices in communication against extreme interference. There was nothing in this world that was more difficult to deal with than the void itself. So, in theory, this communication method that simulated the thought wavelength of void creatures could break through all interference — as long as there was enough time.
As expected, a few minutes later, an inspiring voice rang in the bridge. "Received communication from the Warlord!"
"PL-15, how's the situation on your side?"
Sandora asked anxiously. The Warlord's image did not appear in the holographic projection. Only a voice signal was transmitted. That 'net' had a shockingly strong suppressive effect on communication.
"I'm in an extremely strange space." PL-15's voice sounded a little distorted. It was high pitched and intermittent. "This is a closed space, so close to the border … There are no normal celestial bodies, but there are many twisted remains, they … they are stacked together in a strange way. There are signs of life in the space … Unable to mark the coordinates of the space itself. It's not a world, nor is it a void outpost. Scanning found no hostile targets. Wait, I've found the signal of the two void reconnaissance ships. They're not far away. "
PL-15's voice paused for a moment before another voice rang out. "This is the captain of void reconnaissance ship 8355. We have important information to report. This is a ruined space with life. It could be a fragment of a world, but it has been transformed into a sealed and independent 'pseudo-world' by some extremely powerful information source. There are no celestial bodies in the space, but there are many ship wreckages from the Old Empire, forming a simple planetary system. Intelligent lifeforms have been discovered in these wreckages. Special agents have made contact with them, but the feedback is very complicated. Their society is in chaos, their technology is a mess, their culture is fragmented, and they are ignorant of their circumstances. We can only confirm that they are survivors of the apocalypse. We did not rashly disrupt their order and await orders from above. We have now rendezvoused with PL-15 and are in stealth mode. "
Sandora and I exchanged glances before we connected to PL-15's communication. "Is there a way to leave that space? Is it safe there? "
"Unless we destroy this place, we can only decipher the mechanism of the formation of this space," PL-15 replied. "There are no threatening targets in this space. The threat level of the natives is very low — at least if they haven't activated the wreckages of the Old Empire."
"Then the threat level is zero." Sandora nodded. "The flagship will enter the target space and give us a guidance signal to a safe location. Don't disturb the natives for now."
After confirming that the space hidden behind the 'net' was not threatening and was just isolated from the outside world, Sandora made the decision to enter that space. However, only the Admiral of the Empire went in, while we temporarily left the main fleet in the Void on standby. According to the report, the space was pathetically small — it was not much bigger than a solar system, and it was unnecessary for the massive Empire fleet to be squeezed into such a place. Anyway, it was very easy to enter the space, and the fleet outside could enter at any time to deal with any emergencies. Moreover, I did not think that there would be any emergencies in such a large space of ruins.
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