When another team disappeared strangely near the core compartment, a feeling of anxiety that was almost panic inevitably spread.
The current situation of trekking to the unknown star domain and being trapped in deep space has made this panic worse.
The sage had to order everyone on the "Pillar of Order" to inject a toughening agent to resist this gradually spreading fear to ensure order on the ship.
But he could feel that the fear had not disappeared, but was still growing and spreading in the dark, like the evil spirit behind the curtain, ready to break through the barrier of reason.
"Short quality iterative products—"
Looking at the monks who were busy with their heads down but actually didn't know what to do, the old man in the white robe who was sitting in the chief frowned and cursed in his heart.
"We just lost contact with the lower mechanical cabin," a member of the Secretariat walked over carefully and said with his head down beside the old man. "In the last communication, they said that noise was coming from the pipe mezzanine. They were going out of the cabin to check the equipment, and then disappeared. The monitoring system only captured the scene of them leaving the cabin door."
"How is the engine?" asked the sage in a deep voice, "When will we jump again?"
"The engine is already charging, but some of the power lines are offline, and the charging efficiency is only one-third of the normal situation, and it will take at least an hour to start. And—" The believer who came to report swallowed, "And we haven't found the 'invader yet," and we cannot determine what the reason for the previous leap failure was. Even if the charging is completed, the leap may be rashly-"
"You don't need to remind you of the risks in the middle. Then I will judge. Now I will tell me how many cabins there are left without contact? How many areas can we master?"
"The mechanical cabin, material cabin, data center, residential areas 2 to 4, and the D-1 and D-2 connection sections have all lost contact, and the situation in other parts is still under control, but "
The sage said with dissatisfaction: "But what?"
"But something is wrong. There are always some unfilterable clutter in the data sent back by the hull perception system," said the believer, subconsciously adjusting his standing posture. "Including those cabins where communication is smooth and the duty personnel are safe and sound, the perception system is also sending back some very strange signals, giving people the feeling, it seems, like ·—"
"Don't be so hesitant!"
"It's like the entire 'order pillar' is infected with some kind of 'disease'. Some of its structures are changing and are recognized as 'foreign objects' by the hull perception system, but these structures cannot be really peeled off. In addition, except for the little clutter that the perception system returns, all the signals sent back by the sensors and monitoring systems are all normal. "In addition, there are some on-duty personnel in the cabin report that they have "illusions". They feel that something is crawling in the wall, or that someone is talking to them through the ventilation system in the room. A mechanic even directly said that his tool cabinet is monitoring him, and said that there are several pairs of eyes in the cabinet."
The sage did not speak, but just thought with a deep face.
The inferior iterative products are full of defects, and their fragile neural structures are easily affected by the external environment like ordinary mortals, but their loyalty and tolerance are still unquestionable. The situations they report may be biased, but there will never be intentional exaggeration or nonsense under fear.
They really felt something was "alienation" one by one, spreading on the entire ship.
Thinking of the missing teams before, and the "knights" who inexplicably disappeared in the command link,
Their disappearance was not only attacked, but more like being swallowed by the ship, completely swallowed.
The sage slowly stood up and looked down at the hall, with his eyes as if he could penetrate the surrounding walls and ground, and see the entire magnificent "tower".
The pillar of order is the proud creation of the Cultivate. Every such spacecraft is responsible for restoring the world order and reshaping the structure of space-time. Its core comes from the great casting planet "Radar". Every batch of metal used to build it has been personally blessed by the living saints. Whether it is final assembly on an industrial planet or completed in a distant and wild expedition camp, its sacredness is undoubtedly and should not be chosen.
But now, a "disease" is defiling this divine creature,
The sage lowered his head and took out a small pendant from his arms. The pendant was made of gold, and the exquisite double ring was inlaid with a shining red gem.
There seemed to be an ominous light in the gemstone.
"Notify all cabins that can still be contacted and stick to their respective posts. If there is no order, do not step out of the cabin, and do not enter each connection channel."
Although I don’t know what the missing persons encountered before, they all lost contact while they were outside, and the problem may be in the process of "leaving the cabin" or "entering the connection passage".
"Continue to try to repair the navigation system, and you must be ready for a jump before the phase engine is fully charged."
If the specific location of the "invader" cannot be found and the hidden danger of being disturbed again cannot be ruled out, the rash restart of the jump is likely to fail again, but in any case, you must prepare for the jump in advance. The existence of this ship has been exposed.
If you continue to delay, maybe the Secret Service fleet is coming.
Finally, the sage looked at the monk beside him who reported the situation to him: "How much has the restart progress of the artificial saint? Why hasn't she been dispatched yet?"
"Report, report, body repair has been completed, but..." The monk was obviously hesitant when he said this, but under the sage's gaze, he continued quickly, "There was something wrong with the awakening of the mind, and the saint refused to leave the holy coffin."
"Reject?!" The face of the sage who was always majestic and calm finally showed a look of shock. He seemed unable to believe it. "She felt scared? She didn't dare to go to the battlefield again?"
"No, the Saint is fighting with great enthusiasm, and the mind monitor shows that her anger towards the enemy and her firmness in faith are at its peak," the monk quickly explained, "It's just that she is praying to comfort the dead, and thinks it's very important."
The wise frowned: "Pray? Didn't anyone tell her what's going on outside now?"
"According to the safety manual, before the artificial saint leaves the holy coffin, he cannot reveal too much information about the 'outside world' to him. He can only input a few limited preset instructions into the coffin. This is to prevent his mind from breaking through the security protocol," the monk explained carefully. "The monitor shows that she is mourning the knights who died in battle. She has a very deep relationship with this group of 'knights'. The problem is probably in the factory settings, and it may also be related to their origin."
"Enough, I don't care what the reason is. I ask the artificial saint to leave her iron coffin immediately. If she wants to pray, she can pray enough. After she goes back, she will be able to lie in the coffin for a hundred years, but now is not a waste of time," the sage waved his hand angrily, "Put the No. 4 mixture in, and then restart it to the state of combat. I will take responsibility."
"This - OK, I'll convey your instructions to the Holy Coffin Room."
The monk turned around and left in a hurry, and began to convey the latest orders from the sage to the holy coffin room.
The members of the Secretariat on several nearby operating seats continued to bow their heads and busy themselves. Occasionally, some people looked up carefully, but Ku Wen quickly lowered his head.
Some people heard the slight tapping from under the floor, some heard the strange noise from the headphones, and some people felt their eyes falling on themselves, but everyone was silent.
The ship is gradually coming alive.
Many people have felt it, including the "sage", and should have also felt it.
The ship was infected with a plague called "Vision", and now, the vitality has spread to half of the entire ship.
No. 4 mixture, the highest dose, inject into the storage tank.
The mind restarts and enters the warm-up process and ends in three minutes.
The energy supply of the holy coffin is normal.
Deep in the "Pillar of Order", in a rotunda illuminated by warm yellow light, several members of the Senate in short robes were busy.
Several thick pipes drooped from the walls and roof of the rotunda hall, and then gathered in the center of the room, connected to a device with a diameter of about five or six meters. The device was dark iron black, with many monitoring equipment and small pipes on its edges, and there were lights of lights flashing between the cables and pipes. In the center of the entire device, a black iron container with an angle of about 45 degrees is quietly placed.
That is the "holy coffin" of the artificial saint.
Now, a slight metaphorical sound is making in the iron coffin, as if some kind of "hatching" process has come to an end.
A member of the Secretariat wearing a white half-faced mask came to the device, checked the readings of several instruments, and waved to the others.
The assistants immediately stepped forward, placed candles on the candlesticks on both sides of the holy coffin, and lit the candlelight.
Then, the pumping device on the lower level of the platform began to operate, and the assistants lowered their heads to the candlelight and prayed softly and briefly.
"The mixture enters the pipeline!"
The main operator raised his head and stared at one of the delivery tubes directly connected to the holy coffin, his muscles tightened slightly.
This is a very dangerous operation. The No. 4 mixture has strong efficacy and often takes a long time to prepare before use. If it is injected directly without preparation, once something goes wrong, the probability of the Saint's mind melting is extremely high.
But now I don't care about that much.
A strange and terrifying atmosphere was spreading in the pillars of order, and even this sacred holy coffin chamber seemed to be coming to life little by little, and a peering gaze emerged from the blessed pipes and cables.
A light blue liquid appeared in the pipeline and was pumped into the holy coffin.
"The No. 4 compound contacts the nerve interventional duct—·The reaction is normal."
"The Saint's mind is stable and enters the restart process."
"Recompiling the sensing and expression layers—
Listening to the report from the system, the main operator finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!