Tianhao suddenly realized and nodded slightly: "The memory infusion device used by the replicant person is damaged and cannot be used?"

"Yes." The stiff face of the mob's corpse was emotionally unconscious: "I have been in the training cabin for many years. It's not that I don't want to go out, but that I can't go out at all. The hatch cover was locked from the outside and must be controlled through a computer program and opened at a specified time. Everything was set by me in the past, just to make the later, that is, I am now... live better."

Alive...

It's that simple?

Looking at the camera with red light flashing, Tianhao remained silent.

He remembered the moment when he was parasitized on "Tianhao" - the same panic and fear. Life is truly calculated in "seconds", just like a time bomb that can never be untied. If the host cannot be found before the countdown ends, it can only be turned into a pool of fishy protein decomposition solution.

"You are trapped in the base and cannot leave?" Tianhao seemed to be asking and answering himself. In fact, while asking questions, he subconsciously thought of the correct answer: "Frequent earthquakes have destroyed the base passage, but you can send so many transformed living organisms... Let me guess what exactly happened?"

The mob corpse maintained a fixed terrifying posture and waited silently.

"There should be three situations." Tianhao's speech speed was stable, and he was not mixed with alert and hostility as before: "First, if there was a problem in your training cabin, you could only stay in the cabin and not leave, but you could contact the central computer through other methods, and then control the mob and transform the life production workshop, let them open the external channels of the base and ask for tribute from each tribe."

"The second type is that the base passage is completely blocked, and the internal area you are in is separated from the external production workshop. You produce mobs in large quantities to ensure safety, and at the same time, you require the tribe to pay a large amount of food to maintain the survival of the mobs."

"The third type is that you just want to maintain the status quo, so the base is the best choice for you."

The mob corpse mechanically replied: "The actual situation is the second kind. You guessed it, I can't get out, I'm trapped in this place forever."

Tianhao frowned slightly: "You control a lot of mobs, and mass production can reach at least a few thousand people. Even if there is no mechanical excavation device, as long as you have enough time and patience, you can dig a passage."

"You don't understand... Haha, you won't understand." A creepy dry laughter came from the corpse's throat, which actually carried the despair and pain of the controller of the underground base: "I have already said that I am not me... I am just a copyist. The real me has long been dead."

"I'm fifty-five years old." A deep sadness came from the mechanical voice: "I still remember the moment I walked out of the cultivation cabin. I was naked and covered in nutrient solution. I checked the computer records and found out that I had been sleeping there for a whole eleven years. My sleeping period was longer than other replicants, because my creator, the previous "me", was a layman in genetic modification technology."

Tianhao interjected in with emotion and asked, "She did not instill you in memory?"

"Since the initial destruction of the base, the memory infusion system was seriously damaged." The mob body explained: "Using the channels as the division, different areas of the base have different functions. Although the inner three areas where I am also located have bionic and replication cultivation systems, both resources and equipment are only for medical purposes. Unlike the one outside the base, it is the location of the real replicant production workshop. Although it is also trained in an earthquake, the memory infusion device still maintains an operation function of 11.4%.

"At first, you might think that having the same memory is another way to continue life?" Tianhao couldn't help but shake his head and smile, not out of sarcasm.

"I have checked computer data. In the past few hundred years, the memory infusion device of the inner three-zone computer has replaced some parts, and the main function has been restored to 3.09%. However, because the failure of the memory carrier transmission system has not been eliminated, the memory infusion content has been forced to be greatly reduced, and it can only reach 0.5% of the design part." The mob corpse mechanically said: "In addition to the most basic logical thinking and important memories, many things in the original "me" no longer exist."

Tianhao agrees deeply: "So those copyists behind you left you with video recordings and instilled you in this way?"

In addition to the voice machinery, the corpse's answer was also cold: "Qin Shihuang wanted to live forever because he sat at the top of power. What are the benefits of immortality for me? Is it just to stay in this closed space forever and unable to go out, but he must bear the responsibility of monitoring the northern continent?"

"Surveillance?" Tianhao repeated the word.

"It's mainly the weather." The mechanical sound of the corpse sounded a little self-deprecating: "This is my task... to be precise, it should be the initial "me". Tribal humans are the last cultivated living organisms in the gene bank. Although they have been transformed and have strong environmental adaptability, the number is too small, and there are too many white people occupying the southern continent. They have mastered more advanced technology, and the natural isolation effect of the Dragon Lock Pass cannot last for too long."

Tianhao was a little surprised: "You... no, how much surveillance range is this base? Why do you even know the situation in the south of the mainland so clearly?"

"The last detailed information transmission was nine hundred and thirty-seven years ago." The mob body replied: "Since you are a dormant, you should understand that the earth is no longer what it used to be. The plates squeezed into the Dragon Lock Pass, and the large earthquakes and magnetic poles change caused the earth's crust to change. Simply put, almost all the land in the world is squeezed together, and a few parts exposed to the sea form islands. According to the last global observation record in the computer, the current sea area has shrunk by 20% compared with the civilization era. Some of this part of the sea water may have entered the underground space, and some form huge icebergs at the north and south poles."

Tianhao took a deep breath: "How long can this situation last?"

He was not aimless. A large amount of sea water disappeared, especially the newly emerging icebergs at the poles, which meant that at some point in the future, it might dissolve, create a new round of world-wide tsunamis, and then evolve into devastating floods.

"I don't know." The mob body replied mechanically: "I can't see that far... Sorry, I'm not a professional in this area and do not have enough control. I'm just a second-level sergeant, not to mention that I've been dead for a long time. Now I only have a very small number of memories of the "me" in the first place...the core memory."

Tianhao felt as if he had captured a certain point and asked subconsciously: "Core memory? What is that?"

The mob's corpse answered quickly: "Maintain national stability and ensure the integrity of territorial sovereignty and integrity, and all resources and base production are aimed at the above regulations to ensure the safety of people's lives and property... basically these are these."

Tianhao frowned even deeper: "These memories are not complete."

"Yes, so the "I" before left a lot of video materials, which were broadcast repeatedly in my childhood, that is, the growth stage of the training cabin, and forced to accept it." The mob corpse made a monotonous and groaning sigh: "The core memory became my dominant consciousness, and although I only realized this later, it could not be changed."

"And you... will continue..." Tianhao finally understood the general situation. He then asked tentatively: "I have tried to change it after hearing what you meant?"

"I had some similar thoughts, but I later found it impossible." The deceased said seriously: "The influence of core memory on active logical thinking is too deep. Although some of the thinking gaps cause me to have questions about permanent memory, the duration is too short, and the doubt effect is quickly covered, so it is impossible to generate active thinking from this aspect."

Tianhao bent down, sat on a stone, and stared at the camera at close range. For the first time, he felt sympathy for the woman who was imprisoned in the base: "Can you see me?"

"Of course." The other party did not accept this: "I'm not blind."

"I can help you leave the base." Tianhao paused for a moment and added: "It's just a little longer, three years, or more."

"I don't want to change my current life." The mob body refused: "I have to stay here and can't go anywhere."

"Why?" The moment the question blurted out, Tianhao had already thought of the answer and couldn't help but regret it.

"I must stick to my post here, it is my duty." The dead mob replied: "Although this base has been seriously damaged, judging by the few workshops left at present, the comprehensive production capacity can control precipitation to a certain extent. Let more people survive, this is my job and my duty."

The gap between thinking she just created has been completely covered by deep memory.

Tianhao thought for a while and asked, "I have a few questions."

"Tell me!" The other party's tone was cold.

"Why don't you contact the people of the tribe?" Tianhao didn't understand this: "As you, you can become a god worshipped by all tribes."

"Can you ensure absolute safety by becoming a god?" The mob's corpse answer was obviously mixed with mockery: "There has never been a shortage of regicides in human history. Although the god killer is only one word different, there is no difference in essence. Besides, I never thought of leaving the base. It is too dangerous outside, and it is difficult to come back after leaving. If the base is controlled by outsiders, it is very likely that these tribes on the entire northern continent will become a terrible disaster."

Tianhao's image was a female soldier loyal to his duties. All of this subverted his previous speculation about the base controller. It was truly a bloodline that lasted from generation to generation just to obey orders and strictly abide by his duties. Although it was not a kind instruction between his mother and daughter, this kind of memory-infused thinking will continue forever... Whether it is the process or everything we know now, Tianhao felt a little sad.

"It's my duty." The mob corpse repeated this sentence again.

Tianhao put away his sad thoughts and continued to ask: "Since you can control the drone, why not use other methods to promote the improvement of the tribe's cultural technology?"

"Why should I help them improve their cultural technology?" asked the mob corpse in confusion: "As long as I help them maintain their lives, keeping a certain number of groups, this is my task."

Tianhao's sense of enlightenment was stronger than before.

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The earliest, or should be the real sense of He Yongfei, was a real warrior. She didn't want to die, but she had no choice but to lose metabolism in the face of time. She wanted to stick to her post, but was worried that the replicator who woke up from the training cabin would go against her will and would do things she didn't want to see. If there was a memory infusion device with a complete function, these concerns would be easily solved. But the problem is that the memory infusion device has very few remaining functions, and she could only select the most important parts from her brain to form the core memory and instill it into the second, third, and fourth replicator.

Of course, adults know what they do, but children do not have a complete worldview and values. He Yongfei can only force them from the core memory level, at least making the replicant a different "me" with most similarities.

There is nothing more important than maintaining and utilizing the remaining workshops of the base. Especially using drones to monitor large-scale cities and then provide assistance in precipitation... This means increasing grain production and reducing the chance of famine to some extent.

When it comes to helping the barbarians improve the level of civilized technology, it is difficult to do this in remote control. It is difficult to understand a certain technology by writing. Tianhao has encountered similar situations more than once——The Royal Archives of the Black Point City store countless mud templates, which record countless barbarians’ related records of strange technologies and related objects.

For example, electric lights, Tianhao knew that many barbarians had "seen" electric lights. In their dreams, they saw a light ball with a core of various tubes or spheres of different shapes. All barbarians could do the action of pressing the switch with their fingers, but no matter how they did it in reality, they could not use the help of a "switch" made of wood to create that kind of light ball.

The same goes for underwear. Many female barbarians have seen underwear in their dreams, but they don’t know why they should wear it, and there is not enough fabric.

Yes, what is the use of two pieces of cloth that wraps the chest? In the face of the cold threat that pierces the bone marrow, this is simply a suicide act that destroys the integrity of the fabric.

When a future man speaks to the barbarians in a row, he talks about plane cannons, tanks and aircraft carriers, the other party will definitely think you are a liar.
Chapter completed!