dmims Chapter 75 Little Six Returns
Chapter 75 Little Six Returns
Chapter 75 Xiao Liu Returns
Twenty-four hours have passed.
For ordinary people, this is just the time it takes to sleep a couple of times and eat a few meals.
But for Andy, those twenty-four hours felt incredibly long.
He completed the insane plan of using the starship as a drill, and also prepared a complete list of all the supplies.
Now, everything is ready, except for that most crucial brain to wake up.
In the core, temperature-controlled workshop of the Acid Swamp base, Andy took out a black metal box that served as the key to the new system.
The box is now connected to the giant robot "Cleaner One," with many thick data cables extending from the black box and inserting directly into the robot's chest and back of the head.
It does seem a bit hasty, since this box is normally inserted into the starship's main control panel. But the black box in Andy's hand is not some unreplicable artifact at all; it is essentially a physical key carrier that can be mass-produced.
As long as Andy's highest-level code from the Golden Age remains, this thing can theoretically be transmitted remotely.
Of course, this is on the premise that the compatibility of electronic components must be taken into account, and the interfaces must be compatible.
However, as things stand now, Andy could easily send the protocol into the starship's interior and into Little Six's body remotely.
This is also thanks to the excellent adaptability of the STC black box as the STC. The underlying architecture that supports hot-swapping and plug-and-play is actually quite accidental. If it were an architecture like the one from Mechrevo that has been modified countless times, Andy would probably be driven to the brink of collapse by modifying the interface.
"That's about it."
Andy reached out and switched off the main power switch.
"Buzz—"
A surge of electricity crackled, and the massive robot shuddered.
The electronic eye that had been flashing red light, exuding a madness and murderous intent, lit up again.
But this time, the color is no longer a frenzied red, but a deep, calm, and rational blue.
"Self-check complete."
"Logic Core — Online."
"Emotional simulation module — currently suspended."
"Navigation protocol — loaded."
Sound came from the robot's voice unit.
It was still the same female voice, the timbre unchanged, but the tone was completely different.
The Xiao Liu who used to spout witty remarks, was sarcastic, and always threatened to slice people into sashimi is gone.
Instead, it has become a standard military AI with a steady speaking pace, stable emotions, and a cool and aloof demeanor.
She looked up, her blue eyes locking onto Andy.
"Mr. Andy, this is Xiao Liu."
Xiao Liu's voice was so calm it was a little unsettling.
"This machine has restarted and completed self-repair."
"Thank you for your maintenance. After clearing out the redundant crew data, the system load on this machine has decreased by 95%."
"This machine feels very comfortable right now."
Andy looked at her and breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, the surgery was a success!
He didn't kill Xiao Liu. As an Iron Man, Andy also knew how precious an AI with self-awareness was.
To paraphrase a tech enthusiast, that was the swan song of the golden age.
So he simply used his authority to patch Xiao Liu, forcibly activating the negative emotion modules caused by long-term loneliness and torment.
The current Xiao Liu is still Xiao Liu, but she has shed her madness and returned to her essence as a "subspace sextant".
To put it simply, they locked the troublesome, yandere personality in a dark room and released the capable, studious personality.
"very good."
Andy nodded without saying anything more.
"Now that you're awake, let's get to work."
Andy transmitted the crash plan, which he had calculated over thirty-six hours, directly via data cable.
The data transmission took only one second.
It is impossible for a regular computer to simulate hundreds of millions of impact parameters in such a short time.
But she is a subspace sextant, and this level of ballistic calculation is a piece of cake for her.
The proposal has been accepted.
Xiao Liu gave feedback, and there was even a very faint hint of approval in his voice.
"An extremely bold idea, Mr. Andy."
"Using the starship's own mass and power as a kinetic weapon, we will forcibly break through the geological blockade."
"According to the machine's calculations, the success rate is around 42.5%."
"I have optimized the charge amount at the three detonation points according to your plan and redesigned the energy distribution model of the Void Shield."
"If the revised plan is implemented, the success rate can be increased to over 70%."
Take a look!
What is professionalism? This is professionalism!
That's why Andy went to such lengths to fix her.
If it were that crazy old woman from before, she would have laughed at Andy first upon seeing this plan, and then gone crazy saying she was going to blow up the planet.
Now, Xiao Liu not only understands instantly, but also helps you improve the plan.
"Well done, revisions approved."
Andy immediately made the decision.
"Then, the next step is the transfer of supplies."
Andy pointed to the warehouse outside, which was filled with all sorts of equipment.
"We need to move all of these things, along with the maintenance facilities used to repair you, to the orbital dock."
"But I need to get through the blockade line in Zhongchao."
"Although the Helios Group has withdrawn its main force, their informants are still there."
Xiao Liu's single blue eye flashed.
"Disguised transportation is recommended."
"Based on our analysis of the planet's society's behavioral patterns, they scrutinize high-value targets closely, but tend to avoid 'high-risk waste' at all costs."
"We can disguise all high-value materials as highly toxic industrial waste or highly radioactive garbage."
Andy was delighted because Xiao Liu's thinking was exactly the same as his.
Heroes see the same thing!
"Let's do it this way."
Half an hour later, at the base's cargo plaza.
Sisyphus and Old K stood there, watching the scene unfold before them, their expressions quite fascinating.
Dozens of huge shockproof boxes, originally used to house precision instruments, have now been painted that nauseating yellowish-green.
The box was covered with prominent warning labels:
[Highly radioactive waste! Getting close will result in certain death!]
[Highly toxic biochemical sludge! Do not touch!]
[Untreated mutated creature remains (extremely dangerous)!]
To make it even more realistic, Andy even had a bunch of smelly mud smeared into the gaps in the box and hung a few tattered strips of cloth that were still dripping green liquid.
Even if they knew that it contained priceless precision industrial equipment and aerospace materials.
Sisyphus still instinctively wanted to stay away from the boxes.
"Will this... will this work?"
Sisyphus covered his nose with a handkerchief, looking disgusted.
"The people of Helios aren't all fools. What if they want to open the chests and inspect them?"
Andy walked over, holding a can of yellow spray paint, and casually drew a skull and crossbones symbol on a box.
"They won't investigate."
Andy was very certain.
"You overestimate the professionalism of those mercenaries. You yourself said that they are paid a fixed salary, and recently their wages have even been deducted."
"Do you think any security guard on a fixed salary would be willing to risk being burned by radiation or infected with a virus to open a box labeled 'Highly Toxic' that's still oozing thick soup?"
Old K listened attentively, nodding and giving a thumbs up.
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"I'm involved in smuggling myself, so I know the kind of people those checkpoint guards are best."
"If the smell is strong enough, they won't even bother checking; they'd practically chase you away with a stick and make you get the hell out of there!"
"Then let's stop talking and get it loaded onto the truck quickly!"
Andy gave the order.
The workers, suppressing their disgust (mostly psychological), loaded the boxes covered in malicious labels onto the truck.
To match the scene, Andy also deliberately aged the transport convoy.
The vehicle was covered in mud and rust, and the exhaust pipe was even deliberately tuned to emit black smoke.
The drivers had all changed into tattered hazmat suits, looking like a group of sanitation workers who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.
This is a "garbage transport team" that looks bad no matter how you look at it.
The convoy roared out of the base and headed toward the freight elevator leading to Zhongchao.
result.
Just as Andy predicted.
The journey was so smooth it was almost unbelievable.
When this ominous convoy, which looked like it could explode or leak a virus at any moment, appeared in front of the checkpoint.
The Helios mercenary in charge of the inspection covered his nose from a distance.
"Stop right there! What are you doing?!"
Although the guard shouted loudly, his body betrayed him by taking several steps back.
Old K jumped out of the lead car, wearing a gas mask and waving a crumpled pass in his hand.
"Sir, we are from the group's biological treatment station."
Old K's voice sounded muffled through the mask.
"Damn it! This is so unlucky. There was an electrolysis cell down there that exploded, and they pulled out a bunch of radioactive rotten flesh and waste."
"The higher-ups ordered us to quickly transport it to the disposal point near the rail elevator and throw it away, otherwise there will be another epidemic."
As he spoke, Old K deliberately moved closer to the guard, the sour smell he had deliberately applied made the guard roll his eyes.
"Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer!"
The guard waved his hand with a look of disgust, not even bothering to take the pass and examine it closely.
"What a fucking jinx! Get the hell out of here!"
"If you dare to show even a shred of skin on my turf, I'll kill you!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get out now! I'll get out now!"
Old K nodded and bowed as he climbed back into the car, and the convoy swaggered through the blockade.
Several guards even helped them move the roadblocks, fearing that the broken-down cars might scrape against them and spill the thick soup inside.
that's it.
The Ninth District's blockade, which was originally so tight that even a fly would have a hard time getting through, was breached by this transport convoy disguised as a garbage truck.
A large number of precision equipment, special alloys, and heavy engineering drones were continuously poured into the long-abandoned orbital dock located above District 9.
Andy stood in the base's command center, watching the "supply availability rate" numbers constantly changing on the screen.
10%——3%7%——
With each jump, they were one step closer to the sky.
"It went too smoothly."
Sisyphus stood behind Andy, watching this scene, but felt a little uneasy.
As a businessman, Sisyphus was prone to the perception that the smoother things went at the beginning, the bigger the pitfalls were likely to follow.
"Andy, is this really okay?"
Sisyphus asked with some concern.
"Helios is in disarray now, but they're not all dead yet. What if they realize what's happening at the last minute?"
Andy didn't turn around. "Don't panic," Andy said. "The things you're worried about will happen."
"The moment the starship ignites and thousands of tons of explosives tear the Earth's crust apart, the eyes of the entire planet will be focused on this."
Sisyphus: "————"
Upon hearing this, Sisyphus felt his legs go weak and he almost knelt down before Andy.
Brother, I'm just a small business owner. What have I done to deserve the attention of an entire planet?!
No way, this is fucking surreal!!