Chapter 12 Information Integration
Cole Harbour Prison is a medium-sized men's prison converted from a kilometer-class integrated transport ship.
It has a permanent simulated gravity field, hundreds of cells distributed over six floors, and is equipped with entertainment rooms, audio-visual rooms, rest areas, libraries, gyms and other facilities.
Because it was affiliated with the Interstellar Court, this prison occasionally took in exiled political prisoners, and the spacious single cells on the top floors were reserved for them.
Local criminals in Cole Harbour are housed on the two middle floors, usually in double or triple rooms, each with its own private bathroom.
The bottom three floors are crowded and chaotic, housing vicious criminals who have been exiled to the interstellar space. The number of prisoners has seriously exceeded the limit.
Occasionally, you can find some evil space pirates here, some serial killers who are imprisoned at the bottom and always shackled, and some non-human but human-like cosmic life. ——Those who are not human-like will not be accepted here.
For the guards on the lower three floors, working at Cole Harbour Prison is not an easy job.
The problem they are most afraid of is like this:
There was a sudden noise on the fifth floor of the prison. These prisoners, who were full of energy but had no way to vent, were shaking the bars of the cages frantically, making strange noises, and putting their fingers, which had been fingered somewhere, into their mouths and whistling.
Armed guards quickly gathered and ran in the direction the prisoners were facing.
The shrill sirens echoed in every corner of the fifth floor.
Guards with paralyzing batons came from all over, yelling at the prisoners to be quiet, but when the guards ran to the scene, none of them could remain calm.
Soon, the guards called in the deputy warden, the warden of the third floor below, Gulipa.
Gulipa was an old gentleman wearing a tuxedo and holding a cane. His hairline had receded to the top of his head and his gray hair was a little messy. But when he limped out, the prisoners everywhere quickly quieted down, completely losing their previous frenzy.
"Superintendent, this is it."
Gulipa adjusted his monocle and looked towards the cell in front of him with a frown.
Behind thirty-two alloy metal rods spaced twelve centimeters apart, six strong men were lying in the dim light.
They were arranged in an oval, with their twelve arms dislocated and each person's mouth filled with the toes of the previous person, connected head to tail like a weird self-eating snake.
"Don't touch them," Gulipa frowned, "Go outside and ask a professional orthopedic surgeon to come over."
Several guards hurried away.
Gulipa looked at the strange young man who was reading quietly in the corner and frowned.
This young man had a typical Sherman appearance, with a broad forehead, smooth cheekbones, a straight nose bridge, and slightly sunken eye sockets, all of which were Sherman facial features.
"Did you do this?" Gulipa asked in a deep voice.
Yang Ming put down the book in his hand and said, "They said they wanted to show me a new style of wrestling. It is said that this is your local custom, and that's it."
"Yeah?"
Gulipa took a few glances at the six sturdy men lying on the ground, then turned to look at the guards who brought Yang Ming in.
A guard lowered his head and walked forward, whispering something in Gulipa's ear.
Gulipa's eyes were full of amusement. "How did you do that? An imperial soldier."
"I have received the most rigorous combat training."
Yang Ming believed that his attack just now did not reveal his strength beyond that of normal people, and these six strong men were knocked down by his skills.
The real cheating part is his reaction speed which can make 'time seem to slow down'.
"I need to put you in the detention room temporarily," Gulipa said, "This is the rule here."
Yang Ming asked: "Can I take these books with me?"
"Of course, our prison implements the most humane management," Gulipa said with a smile, "If you can read a book in such a claustrophobic environment, it is also a good skill."
Yang Ming stood up. A large number of guards raised their laser guns at the same time. He walked to the corner calmly and took the dusty books that introduced the customs and culture of Cole Harbour and the legal principles of the International Court of Justice.
When walking past the six strong men, the six guys who were completely unable to move were twitching all over, their eyes were full of fear, and they kept whimpering.
Yang Ming smiled amiably, handed the book to the guard, and stretched out his hands. Under the gaze of laser guns, he was handcuffed and shackled.
Suddenly, a guard came up and hit Yang Ming's neck with a baton.
Yang Ming frowned slightly, and his body responded almost like a conditioned reflex, crouching, tilting his head, shaking his shoulders, and stepping back... The baton passed across Yang Ming's shoulders, and Yang Ming's hands had already pushed to the guard's neck.
Yang Ming did not actually hit the other person's neck. His fingers were still two or three centimeters away from the guard's neck, but the latter did not dare to move and even had difficulty breathing.
A few seconds later, the sound of laser guns turning on their safety was heard all around.
"Stop it!"
Gulipa frowned and cursed, "Isn't this embarrassing enough? You bastards! I told you to train harder, but you just get by with it!"
Before Yang Ming withdrew his palm, he patted the guard on the throat and said with a smile: "I am an active-duty officer of the Sherman Empire. You can target me personally, but please don't challenge the dignity of the empire."
"Yes, yes sir," the guard replied in a low voice.
Yang Ming didn't say anything more. It's best to stop talking about this kind of thing.
The guards around him looked at him with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Gulipa's eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "Send him to the No. 3 confinement room for 72 hours, and... three meals and fresh water are provided normally."
Yang Ming squinted and smiled.
The title of the most powerful empire in the galaxy is really useful.
…
The solitary confinement cell was a narrow room of six square meters, and the conditions were not as bad as Yang Ming thought.
The most difficult part here is actually the 72 hours of hunger, but the warden Gulipa gave some care, which made Yang Ming feel much more comfortable.
Transformed humans need more nutrition.
The six metal walls emitted a milky white light . Apart from the metal walls, there was nothing else here.
Yang Ming used his military trousers and coat to make a simple cushion, and wearing only a small vest and boxer shorts, he opened the travel book that introduced the customs and culture of Cole Harbour.
Soon, he found several local maps of Cole Harbor and imprinted this information in his mind.
Yang Ming didn't know whether Handon was so smart since he was a child, or the Valkyrie gene fluid was also strengthening his brain. He seemed to have the ability to remember everything he saw.
This is not a bad thing.
A few hours later.
After a simple lunch, Yang Ming made a small pillow with the books he had read, lay there comfortably, and began to think about the road ahead.
He had no chance to think about these things while on the research ship.
Yang Ming hates some grand propositions, such as saving the world and saving the earth.
That's not something he can accomplish alone.
However, Yang Ming felt that if he had the ability, he should save his family. His parents had worked hard for most of their lives and had not had time to enjoy life ; and his high school sister, who had a bad personality, always snatched his snacks and secretly used his toothbrush to brush his shoes...
"Brother, how much do you have to spend in the future to marry a sister-in-law as beautiful as me! Oh, oh, oh!"
The memories of the death suddenly began to attack his brain, making Yang Ming feel unwell.
We’ll discuss whether to save her or not later.
Yang Ming briefly summarized all the problems and finally asked himself three questions:
①Why did he come to this world and who sent him to this world.
②What is the significance of his coming here, or what can he do.
③What benefits can he get from using the information he knows.
Regarding the first question, Yang Ming had no answer at all based on the current available information.
No matter how you look at it, this has nothing to do with science and is more related to metaphysics, but in fact it is still a scientific issue.
As for the second question, Yang Ming can now answer half of it.
If, thirty years later, Earth's players appear en masse, no matter how they appear, I must find a way to tell them that "Abyss" is not just a game, and that humans are a universal species in the galaxy.
It is very likely a test given by the advanced civilization to the Earth civilization. If the test cannot be passed, the final result will be that the Earth will be destroyed by the Ninth Scourge Legion.
Although there are still too many mysteries here;
But based on the existing information and his own experiences, Yang Ming had to link the plot of "The Ninth Disaster" five years after the release of "The Abyss" with the destruction of the earth.
Yes, Yang Ming felt that the first thing he could do was to live for thirty galactic years and inform his own civilization.
[Port of Minx].
This place name suddenly popped into my mind.
From the player's perspective, humans on Earth are under the guidance of alien civilizations, developing technology in cutscenes, filling in the technology tree in character dialogues, and entering interstellar civilization at the speed of light.
Minx Port is the first stop for players after they set foot on Earth thirty years later.
Players will choose their own camp in Minx Port, determine their own development direction, and take exams for spaceship pilot license, professional instrument operator license, etc.
Yang Ming felt that if he could find Minx Port, it would be possible to discover the Earth in advance.
"Ding Dong," Yang Ming muttered to himself in his heart, "Unlock the main mission one: Find Minx Port."
This damn sense of ritual.
The third question is much more complicated.
Yang Ming carefully recalled the game events that had left a deep impression on him, as well as the extremely rich historical background of "The Abyss".
To be honest, he seldom paid attention to the plot of the game when he was playing it, which resulted in him only having a vague impression of many major events now.
And it was thirty galaxy years before the game was launched.
"Um?"
Yang Ming suddenly remembered something very interesting.
Omnic Twilight.
Two or three years ago, which was the third year after the launch of the game "Abyss", Yang Ming watched an interview with a player who became a billionaire by playing the game.
The player discovered a hidden planet in "Abyss" and gained actual control over a city called "Intelligent Twilight". He then obtained billions of assets by selling the control to the group behind a large legion.
During that interview, the player revealed many detailed details - how he drove the mining ship into the dust belt by mistake, how he entered the vortex, and how he picked up the control key.
This chosen one even provided a first-person perspective shot, returning to that star region in the game "Abyss" and reenacting the journey of exploration.
Yang Ming was once extremely envious of this player.
And now...
'Sorry, Chosen One.'
Yang Ming smiled guiltily, and then shamelessly forgave himself.
Oh yeah, and the most important thing.
You need enough gene stabilizing agents or gene suppression fluids.
In "Abyss", the main reason why the transformed warriors must pay for krypton gold is to continuously purchase gene stabilizers or gene inhibitors, otherwise the transformed warriors will lose their combat effectiveness, and will also grow hair all over their bodies and have swollen muscles...
These are just the penalty mechanisms in the game, and the cost of players' genes getting out of control is minimal.
And now, if Yang Ming does not take , the result may be the same fate as Brother Ji in "The Lost Voice" - losing his mind, turning into a sarcoma monster, and becoming the next ancient god life form.
At this point, Yang Ming made a brief summary.
The most important is to find a stable channel for gene stabilization drugs. We must get new gene stabilization fluid before the current one in our body becomes ineffective.
The subsequent phased goal is to find Minsk Port and the Omnic Twilight.
In order to achieve these two goals, the props Yang Ming needs most now are...
A spaceship that can jump. Note: It is best to be able to autopilot.
This is not an easy task.
…
Three days passed in a flash.
Yang Ming ate and slept, slept and ate, and he felt that he had gained a lot of weight.
Several fully armed guards took Yang Ming to a clean four-person room, where lived a fat man and an old man, both of whom seemed to be easy to get along with.
Yang Ming briefly introduced himself, shook hands with the two men respectively, and then closed his eyes and dozed off on the hard bed with a simple mattress.
The two roommates were very tactful and nervous.
They naturally heard about the passionate story between the new Sherman Empire soldier and the six big men, so they moved their beds to the corner, keeping a safe distance from Yang Ming and giving Yang Ming enough space.
Yang Ming originally wanted to ask them about the basic situation of the prison and precautions for jailbreak, but now it seems that they still need some time to get along with each other.
There were also a few books on the simple bookshelf in the corner, and Yang Ming began to read with great interest.
The text inside was in the universal language of the Galaxy, which was similar to the writing of the Sherman Empire. Yang Ming found it a bit difficult to read at first.
Da da da.
The continuous sound of soft leather heels hitting the metal floor drove away Yang Ming's concentration.
"0639, Hanton."
Near lunchtime, the warden Gulipa appeared at the door of the cell holding a square piece of glass and said in an elegant tone:
"Reception Room No. 12. Your boss is waiting for you."
