translator: loop
“You heard right, it was you. I wasn’t locked in this damn thing yet, I was sneaking… I was politely detecting signals, and I just happened to detect the order they received. The source of the signal was you. It was absolutely not a mistake, unless I’m blind.”
The Golden Crow grimaced, stared at Chu Si’s expression for a moment, and said, “But looking at your expression, I wonder if I was really blind at that time.”
Chu Si was thinking about this strange turn of events in his heart, and he replied causally, “Obviously.”
Golden Crow: “…damn it, I was just trying to be polite!”
Chu Si: “You’re welcome.”
Golden Crow: “…”
He turned his head and sank to the bottom of his cage like a dead dog, looking like he never wanted to talk to Chu Si again.
Sa’e was often stifled by Chu Si himself, and was happy to see others stifled as well. He laughed and spoke up, “My dear, I have a suggestion.”
“What suggestion?” Chu Si turned around and asked.
Sa’e pointed overhead.
The table he was leaning on was near the corner of the dining hall, and the corner of the wall directly above his head was lit with red lights the size of grains of rice, flashing every few seconds. Red lights like these were almost everywhere in the entire Space Prison. They were a recording device for the prison’s intelligent system, and were somewhat similar to ordinary surveillance, but were much more comprehensive than that.
In addition to just a scene, they could also record temperature, humidity, and everything a simple camera could not detect, including communication signals. They could even conduct a simple analysis.
Only, the accuracy and precision of the analysis varied depending on the intelligence level of the intelligent system.
With the current technology, this device could be made to blend completely with anything as long as you wanted to conceal it, so that it would not be visible at all. But all 138 devices in the Space Prison were deliberately made conspicuous.
Mainly because the prison inmates had a problem from their brain to their bones.
When the Space Prison was first built, the designer hadn’t understood the tempers of the prisoners, so the surveillance devices were as concealed as possible. As a result, those psychopaths quit doing crazy things and instead used different methods to harass every corner of the prison. With the spirit of minesweepers, they conducted a full-on blanket search and vowed to find all the devices, leaving not one behind.
One batch had just been destroyed here, and one batch was installed there. One batch was installed there, and one batch was destroyed here.
Strategies based on experience were complied one after another, almost forming an industry chain.
After each side tormented each other for fifty years, the design team finally compromised and switched to another strategy—
They made each device as bright as a searchlight, installed in all corners, flashing red 24/7 nonstop to tell the world: come, come attack me!
This kind of cheap tactic magically soothed the prisoner’s hearts.
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Probably because they found the challenge level too low, the prisoners suddenly lost interest in destroying the surveillance devices. There was only the occasional case where they would treat the device to a few middle fingers before going to do other things.
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The connection between this disk and the rest of the prison was on the north side of their relative position, and a large part of the overlap was the surveillance center No. 2. When the disk was disconnected, it was blasted so much that the surveillance center now looked like a typhoon had recently passed by, with a whole wall curved over.
The metal wall was not blown through, but bulged inward, squeezing and hitting a piece of the console.
It just happened to be the one with the intelligent processing unit.
Sa’e whistled as soon as he entered behind Chu Si and said, “They really know how to pick a place to blow up.”
Chu Si smoothly straightened the console, reattached the port that was blown off, and said without looking back, “Uninvolved individuals, please stay away from me.”
“I almost forgot, our executive hates cleaning up messes, so I’m sure he’s in a bad mood right now.” With a reasonable look on his face, Sa’e turned around and raised an eyebrow at the two people behind him. “Uninvolved individuals, why don’t you get out? We’re closed for the day.”
Mop: “…” I have a shameless sentence that I don’t know if I should say or not.
He almost cursed, but remembering who was in front of him, he gulped and changed his tone with difficulty: “I’ll… just stand against the wall, won’t talk or make trouble, don’t make me go out, there are so many wolves outside.”
Sa’e was taller than him by half a head, and when he lowered his eyes to look at him, his whole aura was extremely lazy and arrogant. “I’ll kindly remind you that at least those outside have cages blocking them, while this person in front of you has broken out of prison, and has no such restraints.”
Mop: “…”
Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.
Sa’e watched with satisfaction at his leaving figure as he quickly grabbed the small mop and closed the door with a bang.
Chu Si laughed coldly: “Sa’e, with all due respect, I’ve never seen anyone more shameless than you in all my life.”
Sa’e raised his eyebrows, “I’ve seen one person.”
Chu Si subconsciously replied, “Who?”
However, before Sa’e opened his mouth, Chi Si reacted and ended the conversation in time. “You’d better shut up.”
Sa’e laughed.
Chu Si frowned as he connected a dozen ports, and found a broken one from a patch of wires that looked like a jumble of spiderwebs. Because its location was too close to the wall, it was directly fused in the moment of being bombarded, and in the cut of the fracture, nearly a hundred connecting filaments as thin as hair could be seen.
Executive Chu calmly stared at the hundred or so connecting filaments for two seconds, then rolled his eyes dispassionately and threw the broken wire back onto the counter.
He had always been very bad at this kind of thing. Rather than sitting here peacefully dealing with the port chip data signals, he would rather mess around in the antimatter storage room that could explode at any time.
Executive Chu propped both hands on the countertop and was silent for a moment before suddenly sticking on a courteous smile. He turned his head and said to Sa’e, “How about we make a deal?”
When he spoke, both his hands were propped up on the counter, his back leaning on the edge, long, straight legs slightly flexed. With that smile, he looked elegant and relaxed.
Sa’e raised a finger to his lips, “Don’t pretend to be a gentleman. Not counting the unequal time flow after the planet exploded, we’ve known each other for 45 years, 7 months and 3 days. What you’re thinking I can see at a glance, so why not say things straight?”
Chu Si really froze this time. He never thought that Sa’e could specify how long they’d known each other to the day. Perhaps because he was surprised, or perhaps because he really wanted something, the unforgiving Executive Chu pursed his lips, and for the first time without beating around the bush, said: “One of the wires was blown, and the wrong filaments are connected.”
As long as one wrong filament was connected, the intelligent system could not work properly.
If he really had to fix all of them, he would be here until the end of the universe.
Sa’e smiled pleasantly, raised his chin at Chu Si, and teasingly said: “Generally speaking, I would make the other party kneel down and beg me.”
Chu Si also smiled pleasantly. “Generally speaking, I only kneel when I visit a grave, and on one knee.”
“When kneeling on one knee, it’s more appropriate to propose marriage,” Sa’e said.
Chu Si said, “Kneeling on one knee is a gesture that I use to place offerings.”
Sa’e: “…”
Despite another argument starting, Sa’e walked over. In a rare moment of weakness, Chu Si took an honest step to the side, propped himself up next to Sa’e, and watched as his fingers picked out the fused wire.
Sa’e’s fingers were long and beautiful, and when they fiddled with the delicate filaments of wire, it was like he was playing the piano.
In fact, no one would believe that the number one terrorist of the Space Prison, Sa’e Yang, could really play the piano. There were only a few people who had seen such a thing, and perhaps there was only one, Chu Si himself.
Of course, only by mistake.
But that was more than forty years ago in the White Eagle Sanatorium, and if you added the fifty years of sleep in the cryo-capsule, it was nearly a hundred years.
A hundred years in the blink of an eye.
Sa’e meticulously sorted out those filaments, and seemed to be concentrating. His pale, almost transparent eyes never moved, and his eyelids drooped slightly. He looked extremely peaceful, and even gave off a calm and introverted temperament.
A second later, he leaned against the countertop, lifted his eyelids to look at Chu Si, hooked the corners of his mouth up, and said, “Honestly, I sometimes think you…”
He suddenly shrugged again, dropping his eyes to continue connecting the broken wire. “Forget it. Seeing that it’s the rare occasion when you’re not insulting people, Executive, I won’t tease you.”
Chu Si asked suspiciously, “Do you think I what?”
The last filament was just about finished, and the whole wiring was reinforced with two more twists of the outer casing. Sa’e idly took the end of the wire, touched it to the corner of his mouth like a dandy, and handed it to Chu Si: “Here, I’ll send you a kiss, my dear executive.”
Chu Si: “…”
This psychopath who dropped his words half-off and left their meanings murky and uncertain should’ve been stuffed into a confinement room and forced to suffer a night of electric shocks.
Chu Si grabbed the wire and and plugged it into the correct port.
Ding—
“Space Prison intelligent system SkyEye offers you its ser-ser-ser-service.”
Chu Si: “…” Could this kind of broken machine, freezing on one word, really still work?
The corners of his mouth twitched and he tapped a few keys on the console, then tried to give instructions: “Is there still a record of the day the planet exploded? Pull it up.”
“Okay, database search will take about three seconds. Counting down: 3— 2— 2— 2— 2—”
Chu Si: “…” Was this a fucking 2 to the next century?
Sa’e raised an eyebrow and punched the casing of the intelligent system’s central brain.
“Ow— 2— 1— data export complete.”
Chu Si: “…”
He wanted to say: just forget it, your stuttering makes my liver hurt.
But the next moment, the screen that was called up and the text record data next to it made his face sink—
The first video record of the stuttering SkyEye system was the moment the communication channel received a command message. The short identity code of the command message could be seen on the synchronized space map: 50001.
Its source was marked with a conspicuous red color.
50001 was the short identity code of Chu Si’s public communication channel, and represented the head of Office No. 5 of the Security Building.
This red mark was Chu Si’s exclusive signal source mark.
For anyone who’s confused about the rate of time in this novel:
Humans in this novel live to 200 years old, so what’s considered a year for us would be considered two years for them. When Sa’e says he’s known Chu Si for 45 years, that would really only be 22.5 years in our time. Basically: divide all amounts of time in this novel by two. Then you’ll get the normal amount of time.
So was it reallu Chu Si who sent out the command? Or was it someone else who hacked into his computer(?) Is there a traitor??
Golden Crow…sure is an interesting name…
Golden Crow…sure is an interesting name.
I like it
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