Chapter 290 The Significance of Going Ahead
Yang Ming made a gesture, and Mimili took the initiative to lead a large number of mechanical guards to go out the door, leaving only a few machines with guns pointed at the head of Pioneer No. 4.
"Tell me about it."
Yang Ming said calmly: "There are only two of us left here, maybe we can have an unequal information exchange."
"Not equal? Haha."
The boy just sneered.
Yang Ming was not in a hurry either, he had plenty of ways to make this guy talk.
"First of all, I don't really want to kill you, but that doesn't mean I won't kill you."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
“Do you think that being a pioneer is like having a life-saving talisman?
"The third pioneer is dead. I can also tie you to this ship and send you to the edge of the black hole's event horizon on autopilot. Oh, yes, before you reach the black hole's event horizon, you will be twisted, deformed, and disintegrated along with this ship. You will be stretched and compressed like a rubber man during a long period of time. In the end, your consciousness and self-information will be swallowed up by the black hole.
"This is the most thorough way to die I can think of."
The boy's Adam's apple trembled: "White ghost! They are all toys of higher-dimensional civilizations, why are you being so noble here!"
"Young man, don't get too excited."
Yang Ming smiled and waved, and the mechanical guard at the side brought a chair and placed it in front of Yang Ming.
The boy snorted, straightened his dress, and sat down loosely.
Yang Ming said slowly, "The Second Forerunner and I have been looking for you for such a long time and you have not been exposed. You have been doing quite well in the First Star of the Free United States. But I didn't expect that as soon as Mimili showed up, you would run over here so happily... What should I say to you?"
The corners of the boy's mouth kept twitching.
Yang Ming said: "Tell me about your home planet."
"I can't possibly tell you anything about my home planet."
"It's not important. The Forerunners can no longer interfere with the progress of the subsequent games," Yang Ming said. "I will share some intelligence to show my sincerity. Our mission is just to seek political status among the major powers that have already established territories in the Milky Way and to serve as a bridge for our home planet to integrate into the human civilization of the Milky Way."
"Don't I know this?"
The young man said coldly: "If you want to trick me, use some clever tricks!"
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and huge red waves seemed to surge in his eyes.
The young man screamed and fell off the seat. He covered his head and twitched continuously, swearing.
Yang Ming waited quietly for a few minutes, and when the pain on the young man subsided, he struck him with another mental hammer with precisely controlled force.
After three consecutive mental blows, the boy's voice became hoarse.
"You beat me by cheating, what a skill!"
"White Ghost! You are a monster, you are not human!"
"I say! I say, I give up!"
"Don't waste time," Yang Ming's smile faded, "If you cooperate, you won't have to suffer this."
The young man was lifted up by the mechanical guards and placed on a chair. He looked pale, dizzy, and lay there gasping for breath.
He suddenly laughed again: "You don't dare to kill me. You are worried that it will trigger some events that are beyond your control. You are worried that the higher-dimensional civilization will take unknown measures against you."
Yang Ming said: "Yes, the benefits of killing you are not proportional to the risk of being punished by a higher-dimensional civilization. But I can keep torturing you like this. I can saw off your limbs and throw them into a nutrient can. I can trap you with your body and put your home planet at an information disadvantage at the beginning of the game."
The boy took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
"Your name, how do you call your home planet?"
The young man started talking in a few gibberish words, but Yang Ming didn't understand, and Lu's simultaneous translation was also useless.
Yang Ming said: "Tell me what you know, and I will give you some supplementary information after you finish your statement."
The young man sniffed and said calmly, "I infiltrated the archives officials of the Free United States and got some sealed data. The high-dimensional civilization is called Faya. The Faya civilization holds a ceremony to integrate the greenhouse civilization into the Milky Way almost every thousand galactic years. The name of the ceremony is..."
"Faya's game," Yang Ming frowned and said, "Tell me something I don't know."
The boy said angrily: "How do I know what you don't know!"
"Then take your time to talk," Yang Ming crossed his legs and waved to the side.
The mechanical guard nearby brought over a table and two bottles of neuroleptic sustained-release beverages. The young man grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back and took a few gulps. His headache was immediately relieved a lot.
He took a few deep breaths and said quickly:
"The Faya civilization is a high-dimensional civilization with humans as the main body. They have incredible abilities and can travel freely between higher dimensions. We are in the basic material dimension, but they can already survive without matter.
"Faya's game has several meanings. One is to make up for the population decline caused by the negative fertility rate in the Milky Way, and the other is to find the possibility of civilization development in a separate and isolated greenhouse civilization.
"Our home planets each develop for 10,000 years. The basic development path is set by the Fayya people. In each era, one or two scientific guides will appear to lead the civilization to grow wildly. As long as you touch the edge of the space-time bubble surrounding the home planet, you will be eligible to participate in the Fayya game.
"Because at this stage of development, Faya can already predict the future development path of civilization. If no new possibilities arise, we can just clear them out."
Yang Ming wondered, "Clean up?"
"Well, clean up," the young man said calmly, "move the greenhouse civilization that has developed for 10,000 years out of the greenhouse... The powerful countries that have existed for more than 3,000 years and are among the top in the galaxy have a confidential document that records the 'refugee wave' every thousand years. This is the news that the Faya civilization asked them to block, and it is not a big deal for other countries."
Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
Refugee crisis.
This means that even if the Earth wins Faya's game in the end and becomes the winner of the five-to-three round, it is not the solar system that will release the time and space bubble, but the human beings on Earth will be cleared out of the Earth and thrown into the powerful countries in the Milky Way to find a new home.
It's not the Earth that's being promoted, it's just the humans on Earth that are being promoted.
Then the Earth will rest and recuperate for a while, allowing the greenhouse to restore its ecology and vitality, and then sow a batch of Stone Age civilization or Bronze Age civilization and develop again.
The significance of a pioneer seeking a political identity lies in the fact that he has to try to make arrangements for the sudden increase in population of billions or even tens of billions.
"Ironic, isn't it?"
The boy laughed at himself: "What we think of as our home is nothing more than a piece of soil we live on. Is everything we do really meaningful? I often ask myself this question."
"Is it meaningless?" Yang Ming asked back.
"It's meaningless, it's meaningless!"
The boy's eyes became sharp again:
"Can the fragile civilization of our home planet continue to survive after losing its original home? No!
"Nine billion eight hundred million of them were placed on a strange planet, facing the highly developed Level 2 or even Level 3 civilization in front of them, facing the human civilization in the Milky Way that has mastered nearly endless energy and curvature jumps. Our own civilization barriers were directly broken.
“Civilization has two walls: culture and history. They are the soul of civilization and also its personality.
“But the huge size of the human civilization in the Milky Way will directly break down these two walls, assimilate you, absorb you, and make you a supplement to the Milky Way civilization.
“Fifty years! Two generations! Your civilization will be gone! The Fayians will also order these powerful countries to block the relevant information about your civilization, and your grandchildren will only say, I am a citizen of the United States of Freedom!
"People are alive, but civilization is gone. Isn't that ridiculous?"
Yang Ming said: "That's at least better than being destroyed directly."
"They won't destroy the greenhouse planet itself, that's their petri dish, they'll only destroy the humans who failed the game!"
"Do you know a lot about this game?" Yang Ming asked.
Pioneer No. 4 took a few sips from the bottle and continued, "All the information I know comes from that file. There are some records and analysis in it. It's basically that three or five greenhouse civilizations get together, enter the same game server, pass tests again and again, and then get corresponding points. The civilizations are ranked according to the points, and the last one is eliminated in the end."
Yang Ming nodded: "Anything else? For example, the game progress."
"The background of the game is the Milky Way at the moment the game is launched."
Pioneer No. 4 looked at Yang Ming with a slightly complicated look:
“Generally speaking, the forerunners are unable to shake up the existing galactic structure. Even if they do have an impact, it is not much different from the game background when the greenhouse civilization first participated in the stand-alone version of “Abyss”.
“But now, is the current Milky Way still the same version of The Abyss that we experienced before?
"The Empire that should have weakened did not weaken, and the New Federation that should have been strong had one leg broken. All this is thanks to you, the hero who exposed the New Federation's insect-burying plan."
Yang Ming nodded: "Thank you for the compliment."
Pioneer No. 4 cursed: "You make it impossible for us to predict where the story will go next!"
"Faya didn't interfere, which means they allowed it," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Everyone is fair, and we can't predict it."
The corner of Pioneer No. 4's mouth twitched: "Did you know? In order for the Pioneers to better complete their mission, my home planet has trained hundreds of millions of young people to memorize the history of the Milky Way's development in The Abyss! Our school has included this in the curriculum!"
Yang Ming: …
Damn, are other civilizations so well prepared?
"You knew the meaning of "The Abyss" in advance?"
"If your civilization reaches level 1.2 in advance, you can also obtain it," Pioneer No. 4's eyes flashed with some doubt, "Could it be that your civilization cannot even achieve controlled nuclear fusion? Could it be that your civilization cannot even extract energy from the Earth's core?"
Yang Ming said calmly: "Of course, my hometown is 0.9."
"No wonder," Pioneer No. 4 smiled, "Then your civilization is in danger. If it's five to three, two will be eliminated."
Yang Ming rubbed his eyebrows and accidentally wrinkled the mask, so he took it off, revealing the handsome face inherited from Hamton.
"We can preserve the original civilization by establishing a protected area," Yang Ming said. "As long as we can climb to a higher position in our respective political systems and take out a small administrative planet to inherit the culture and history of our mother planet, there will naturally be no problem."
Pioneer No. 4 cursed: "Do you think everyone is like you and can directly kill the queen insect to gain military merit? The path I am taking now is the fastest way I can take!"
"Talk more about that points ranking system, or give me that file."
"I destroyed the file."
Pioneer No. 4 pointed to the mechanical guard beside him:
"You have been detecting my body data just now, so you should be able to tell whether I am lying or not. I have no need to lie to you because that game has nothing to do with us. We are only responsible for resettling refugees after winning the game and advancing the civilization.
"Tsk, as powerful as you are, White Ghost, even if you have worked hard to build a family business in the empire, it would be a huge joke if your civilization cannot be promoted."
Yang Ming: …
That has nothing to do with him.
After all, the Earth's civilization level is only 0.75, and the 0.9 just now was just bragging.
"Do you think that in the later stages of Faya's game, there will be a direct confrontation between the five greenhouse civilizations?"
"There must be, otherwise why would they divide the camps?"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Is there any possibility of forming an alliance and cooperating here?"
Pioneer No. 4 frowned and looked at Yang Ming, a little hesitant, muttering: "Your civilization is only 0.9, I don't want to find a burden for my hometown."
"We have a population of 8.2 billion," Yang Ming leaned back.
Pioneer No. 4 asked: "Have you achieved equal education?"
"certainly."
"Have you realized the planetary autonomous republic social system?"
“Just a little bit more.”
“Is your social wealth redistribution system perfect?”
“This is quite a difference.”
"Have you completed the interstellar ideological liberation and completed the interstellar migration of the nearest planet?"
"this……"
"Are more than 80% of the population of your civilization willing to leave their home planet and develop in the interstellar space?"
"Has your civilization reached one thousandth of the speed of light?"
"How is your culture developing? Do most literary works focus on the interaction between individuals, or do they think about the relationship between the civilization as a whole and the universe?"
"How complete is your microscopic particle model? Have you found a suitable energy carrier? How far has your mathematics progressed? Have you not even extracted the gravitational equation inside a black hole? How is your research on anti-gravity devices going? Of course, this may be difficult. My civilization has made unique achievements in the field of anti-gravity."
Yang Ming: …
He discovered that the bastard had done it on purpose!
If we weren't still thinking about cooperation, we would have to find a black hole to bury him!
…
Two days later.
Pioneer No. 4 stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his large merchant ship, looking at the familiar first star of the United States of Freedom outside the window, then glanced at the scar on his wrist, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
This damn white ghost, is this his sincerity in discussing cooperation?
The group of nanochips that cannot be removed has now invaded his muscles and bone marrow.
What's this?
Whenever the white ghost wants to kill him, he will kill him directly! His every move is under the control of the white ghost!
This bastard really figured out the average technological level of civilizations in the Milky Way!
In fact, Pioneer No. 4 saw a lot of information in that confidential document, but he did not choose to share it.
For example, how did those non-human-looking humans in the Guel Alliance come about? And how did the Faya civilization lock the genes of humans in the Milky Way and cause humans to not undergo much physical change from the Iron Age civilization to the Interstellar civilization?
cooperate?
Pioneer No. 4 fell into deep thought.
Although that guy's home planet is only 0.9, which is indeed too weak, if the White Ghost can directly influence the empire's decision-making, it can actually affect the course of the game to a certain extent.
After all, the main body of the game is a virtual world constructed based on the galaxy information at the moment the game is launched, and the NPC forces in the game are extended based on the current galaxy structure.
Although there will be no pioneers who become NPCs in the game, the power of pioneers can exist, and each virtual character can develop freely according to the life trajectory of that moment.
The real meaning of being a forerunner is to influence the powerful countries in the galaxy and let the NPC forces in the game take care of their home planet to a certain extent. That guy obviously hasn't figured it out yet.
From this perspective, the impact of the forerunners on the outcome of the game is between 1% and 10%. Anything above 10% will be corrected by the Fayals.
Forerunner No. 4 smiled.
His home planet will recognize his pioneer status. If he nods, his home planet will also nod.
This time, he was attracted by Mimili and he really made a low-level mistake. He was caught by the white ghost and had no choice but to accept his defeat.
From the perspective of the evolution of the NPC power structure...it is not impossible for the two families to cooperate.
Next, let’s see how far this guy can go.
