The maintenance room of shelter 117.
Holding a cup of hot water to warm her body, the woman who finally figured out the situation calmed down, and then looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table.
"Can I meet with your Manager?"
The two guards looked at each other.
The slightly older one looked at her cautiously and said.
"We will report this matter to the Manager... Please explain your identity, are you a resident here?"
"Hena, Ph.D. in Bioengineering, from Wasteland Era 190... You should not be from the shelter."
The guard nodded.
"I'm really not, the two blue coats who brought you here just now are, but the Manager treats us equally."
Hena's expression suddenly became tense.
"Are you torches?"
The two guards looked blank.
"Torch? What is that……"
Seeing the reactions of the two guards, Hena breathed a sigh of relief, her tensed shoulders slowly relaxed, and she leaned back on the chair.
Muttering in her mouth.
"It's nothing...it's fine."
It's been twenty years.
The older guard frowned, looked at her and said.
"What are you saying?"
Hena paused and said.
"I will explain the situation to your Manager later. This is my obligation... Speaking of which, what is your shelter number?"
"404."
404?
Hena's expression was a little dazed.
Does Spring City have this number?
She thought that the vicinity of 117 should be 116 or 115...
...
On the other side, Starwood Farm.
Discuss my problem?
Hearing these words, Vanus' expression suddenly became tense,
However, Lucius's next sentence made him feel a little more relaxed.
"The expeditionary force has failed, your general Klass has died in battle, now the war is over, you can write to your family. You only need to pay the ransom of 2 million dinars to compensate us for the losses in the war, You can go back and forth from anywhere."
Hearing this number, Vanus almost choked on his own saliva and coughed dryly.
"My lord, even if I sell all my property, it's impossible for me to raise so much money."
2,000 dinars can buy a strong slave, and 2 million dinars is 1,000 slaves.
And the slaves mentioned here are not those fast-moving clones, but those survivors who have full life spans and are able to work for their entire life.
1000 slaves... At the very least, it is possible to have such strong financial resources only if the chief Tenan owns a "Fief".
He can make up a maximum of 200,000 dinars, and this is when he has emptied his entire family.
There are no surprises to Vanus' answer,
"Alternative plan, I need to train a group of recruits here, please do me a favor, I can give you a discount on the ransom."
Vanus froze for a moment.
Training recruits?
……I?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lucius continued.
"Any questions?"
"No, my lord... Thank you very much for your trust." After a pause, Vanus said, "May I know the reason?"
Lucius said without hesitation.
"You should have heard that a huge tribe of raiders is on the rise. It may be early next year if it is optimistic, or we may meet it before the end of winter. If you don't want to change to a barbarian as your new Master, Better come up with something real."
"I will give you ten people, if the training is good, I will give you a 10% discount on the ransom, then I will give you ten more people, and so on. If your performance is good, maybe I will directly waive your ransom. Whether you can go home early depends on your own performance."
Vanus' Adam's apple moved, and his eyes changed with complex expressions.
There are surprises, disbelief, and other emotions that are difficult to express.
He nodded slightly and said respectfully.
"Follow your order, my lord."
He suddenly understood a little bit. That man, why can he win the loyalty from the heart of so many people.
Looking at the obedient Vanus, Lucius nodded in satisfaction.
"Go down."
"Yes."
After Vanus left. Standing aside, Lex looked at Lucius nervously.
"My lord, are you sure you want someone from the legion to be the instructor?"
In the middle and even the north of the River Valley Province, these people with raised nose bones are synonymous with demons and the source of plague and disaster.
He couldn't trust a member of the legion anyway, let alone a mid-level officer of the legion.
As for Wrench and Old Luka, they didn't feel much. There were almost no Legion people in the southern part of the River Valley Province. They hated the local predators and mutants even more.
While it is somewhat odd to have a captive serve as an instructor, they themselves were captives of the marauders and born serfs.
Besides, this is the judgment of the Manager. They have no doubt that his decision is correct.
Seeing Lex with distrust in his eyes, Lucius said bluntly.
"Why not? They are our enemies on the battlefield, but they can also be worthy of wooing outside the battlefield. The power of the Legion is not in the River Valley Province. For a long time, we will not have direct conflicts. We The conflict between them is not blood feud. Besides, he has reformed well during this period, since he can be recognized by the workers, I think he should be given a chance."
There is something to learn from the tactics of the legion. Lucius needs an instructor to train a group of junior officers who are proficient in logistics, light infantry tactics, positional warfare, and mobile warfare.
And Vanus, who has received military education since childhood and is a middle-level legion of the legion, is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.
It is unrealistic to let captives lead troops, but there is no problem in giving lectures and training to "NPCs". The only thing that needs to be overcome is the psychological barrier.
In large-scale battles, only by allowing NPCs and players to cooperate organically can the combat effectiveness of the players be maximized.
Sooner or later they will face a stronger opponent than the predators.
Of course, that's what it said, but it doesn't mean that Lucius fully trusts that guy.
After that, Lucius will arrange for two guards who are loyal enough to go in and serve as supervisors while learning experience. If this guy is found to have any wrongdoing, or to do some unnecessary things, those survivors who regard themselves as the savior will report to themselves as soon as possible.
At that time, Lucius will naturally deal with it.
"...To me, things like identity are not important at all, it is true for anyone. I hope you remember."
This sentence is not only aimed at Vanus, but also for this refugee representative.
Lex's shoulders shook slightly.
Although he still couldn't trust the legionnaire, he still lowered his head.
"Yes, my lord."
...
After the rest retreated, Lucius left Old Luka alone to learn about the recent situation of Starwood Farm.
Generally speaking, the naturalization work of the refugees is progressing fairly smoothly. Nearly 20 refugees who have obtained jobs have been allowed to enter the farm.
These included two butchers, three tanners, and craftsmen such as carpenters, tailors, and masons.
There are nearly 50 other workers, and the formalities are still in process.
The refugee camp was just a buffer. Lucius didn't intend to keep the refugees at the east gate, and let them stay there just to avoid chaos.
As long as they prove their worth through work, anyone can enter Starwood Farm and become a legally settled resident.
After listening to Old Luka's report, Lucius thought for a moment and said.
"Recently there seem to be more refugees."
Old Luka said respectfully.
"Yes, my lord, in just this week, more than 20 people have come in three batches. This is not counting the Frost Spear and his more than 50 clansmen you just met."
It seems that the turmoil in the past few days has indeed brought a lot of trouble to the survivors in the River Valley Province.
Especially that Bone Chew tribe...
Lucius clenched his fist lightly.
At this moment, the signal light of the VM he was wearing on his arm suddenly flickered.
With a slight movement in his heart, Lucius immediately turned on the screen of the VM.
The message was from Popo.
"Master, there seems to be a living person found in shelter 117?"
Seeing this line of news, Lucius froze for a moment.
"Living person?!"
Popo: "Yes... Her name is Hena, she claims to be a resident of shelter 117, and she wants to talk to you face to face about something important."
Looking at the text sent by Popo, before Lucius recovered from his surprise, three lines of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
【 Mission Completed. 】
【 Permissions on the B3 floor of Shelter 404 have been unlocked! 】
...
I didn't expect my little players to be so powerful.
Lucius originally thought that it would take them two or three days to find the remaining 10% hidden-map, but he didn't expect that it would not even take 24 hours.
This is too strong!
How exactly?
Lucius didn't rush to open the B3 floor, and it wouldn't run away anyway.
Lucius, who returned to the outpost, followed the guards to the reception room, and saw the old Popsicle who was said to be from 20 years ago.
"It's her, my lord."
"I see."
Signaling the guard to leave, Lucius sat down opposite her.
His eyes fell on the eye-catching white hair, Lucius thought for a while, and asked an insignificant question.
"Can you tell me if your silver hair is dyed or natural?"
"DNA defect, I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but unfortunately I was born in a shelter... But that's not the point," The lady took a deep breath and extended her right hand to Lucius, "Please allow me to introduce myself For a moment, my name is Hena, a resident of shelter 117...and probably the only registered resident who survived."
Lucius noticed that she particularly emphasized the status of registered residents.
Could it be that there are black households? However, none of these things mattered to him.
The point is her hair, it looks like an SSSR card!
If this is stuffed into the update of the Alpha0.9 version, wouldn't it be appropriate not to brag about the planner's awesomeness?
Tom finally don't have to worry about someone harassing him, and soon he will feel the feeling of falling out of favor.
There is no creature that loves the new and hates the old more than the player.
Suddenly Lucius noticed a pair of weird eyes looking at me Clearing his throat, he put on a serious expression, looked at her and said.
"Lucius, The Manager of Shelter 404, I have confirmed your identity with my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."
Burying the tip of her nose between her palms, Hena took a deep breath, looked up at Lucius and said.
"A catastrophe, if the whole thing is to be spelled out, it might take a little while."
"It's okay, the most indispensable thing in the wasteland is time."
"You're right."
A helpless smile appeared on her face, she brewed her emotions for a moment, and said slowly.
"To you, this happened more than twenty years ago, but to me, everything seems to have happened yesterday..."
As introduced in the propaganda, shelter 117 is a community-based shelter, and in principle, there is no cryogenic dormancy facility.
This kind of facility mainly serves some residents who are unwilling to accept cryogenic hibernation and want to stay with their families, as well as those who are uncomfortable with cryogenic hibernation and those who have allergic reactions to cryogens and thawing agents.
After all, although the cryo-sleep technology came out, the longest freezing period is only fifty years, and no one can guarantee that there will be no side effects for the dormancy in units of centuries.
Rather than spending a life of fear and anxiety in an unpredictable future, some people prefer to spend the last good time with their families in a shelter, and then hand over the future to future generations.
After the war broke out, a total of 100 residents all entered the refuge, among them were teachers, doctors, professors, business executives, lawyers, etc., without exception, all were highly educated elites. After entering the shelter, they also performed their duties as planned, and continued Utopia for a long time.
However, in the face of time, nothing lasts forever.
With the birth of the first child and the death of the oldest, the survivors of the old age inevitably ushered in old age and death.
Mathematical models can only predict macro samples, not love. Even though all survivors are well-educated and consciously control the population, but the population growth rate is still much faster than expected, there is finally a crisis of space and resources, and the crisis leads to divisions.
Some of the new generation of residents believe that they can only wait for death if they stay here, and they must go out from here because they cannot see any hope in the future.
They call themselves the Torch, and they hope to promote the transformation of the shelter, carry the tools left to them by the pre-war civilization, and fulfill their future missions ahead of schedule.
However, another part of the older residents think that the outside world is worse than here, and there is only a dead end to go out. They should wait patiently for the preset number of years to pass on the knowledge to the next generation, and then open the door to welcome the new era as planned.
The differences deteriorated rapidly in the 180th year of the wasteland era, and the fuse was a member of the torch who opened the door without authorization and rescued a child in the wasteland.
His name was Peter.
The young children are smart and eager to learn. Under the care of the Torches, they soon became the core figures of the "Torch" organization.
In the 190th year of the Wasteland Era, a rebellion broke out, and many people died. The most serious thing was that the fuel rods of the reactor were damaged. Shelter, and promised the torches that as long as they found fuel rods, they would be given a part of their pre-war reserves so that they could fulfill their missions.
Shelter 117 will be closed again as planned and continue to wait for the planned time.
Unfortunately, the Torch did not keep its promise. They blocked the door of the shelter and forced Seven Willard to teach the remaining black boxes.
Due to lack of fuel, the full circulation system could no longer be maintained, and the remaining people had to enter the emergency shelter.
Twenty dormant pods are stored there.
In order to give the opportunity to others, the manager Seven Willard chose to stay alone.
After hearing all the stories, Lucius couldn't help asking.
"That Seven Willard... how old did he live?"
Hena looked bewildered, shook her head and said.
"I don't know, he's been alive as long as I can remember."
All right.
Lucius let go of the question.
"But the others died anyway."
Hena nodded.
"Yes, most of our ancestors were unsuitable for the cryo-hibernation technique. In fact, strictly speaking, I am also, but I am not the same as them."
Saying that, Hena showed her arm to Lucius.
On her pulse, a silvery trace could be seen.
Lucius frowned.
"Prosthetic transformation?"
Hena nodded.
"Yes, because of DNA defects, my prosthetic body transformation rate has reached 79%. Basically, the organs you can name, I have replaced them with bionic organs. I think... this may be the reason why I survived .”
Lucius couldn't help asking.
"How do you make bionic organs?"
Hena explained.
"The black box, the product of the Ark project, is a very magical thing. You only need to input a few basic raw materials to get the preset product. Our black box is mainly used to produce bionic organs, but they are basically snatched by the men of the torch during that rebellion."
Hearing that he was robbed, Lucius felt a pain in his heart.
This was all twenty years ago. Even if it can be found, it is hard to say whether it can be used!
"Then what are your plans for the future?"
Hena looked bewildered and shook her head.
"I don't know, but the Manager told us that if anyone survives, find other shelters and tell them our story. By the way, there is a piece of power armor in the manager's office, and he said that it can help We're busy—"
"I've recovered it, including his VM."
Looking at the confused child which is older then himself, Lucius continued.
"If you have no place to go, why not join us, we just need an expert who is proficient in biology."
Hena was slightly taken aback, then nodded slightly.
"I have no objection, although my research may not be able to help you..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became a little embarrassed.
"By the way, there is something, I don't know if I can ask you."
The helpful Lucius said with a smile.
"Tell me, what's the matter."
Hena smiled shyly and said politely.
"That...can you lend me some DNA? I want to study it."
Lucius: "???"
At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened.
Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard, walked into the reception room quickly, and said with a serious face.
"My lord, a plane is coming from the south."
Airplane?
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were serious for an instant, and he stood up suddenly from the chair.
"You take a few people there, and I'll be there soon!"
The maintenance room of shelter 117.
Holding a cup of hot water to warm her body, the woman who finally figured out the situation calmed down, and then looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table.
"Can I meet with your Manager?"
The two guards looked at each other.
The slightly older one looked at her cautiously and said.
"We will report this matter to the Manager... Please explain your identity, are you a resident here?"
"Hena, Ph.D. in Bioengineering, from Wasteland Era 190... You should not be from the shelter."
The guard nodded.
"I'm really not, the two blue coats who brought you here just now are, but the Manager treats us equally."
Hena's expression suddenly became tense.
"Are you torches?"
The two guards looked blank.
"Torch? What is that……"
Seeing the reactions of the two guards, Hena breathed a sigh of relief, her tensed shoulders slowly relaxed, and she leaned back on the chair.
Muttering in her mouth.
"It's nothing...it's fine."
It's been twenty years.
The older guard frowned, looked at her and said.
"What are you saying?"
Hena paused and said.
"I will explain the situation to your Manager later. This is my obligation... Speaking of which, what is your shelter number?"
"404."
404?
Hena's expression was a little dazed.
Does Spring City have this number?
She thought that the vicinity of 117 should be 116 or 115...
...
On the other side, Starwood Farm.
Discuss my problem?
Hearing these words, Vanus' expression suddenly became tense,
However, Lucius's next sentence made him feel a little more relaxed.
"The expeditionary force has failed, your general Klass has died in battle, now the war is over, you can write to your family. You only need to pay the ransom of 2 million dinars to compensate us for the losses in the war, You can go back and forth from anywhere."
Hearing this number, Vanus almost choked on his own saliva and coughed dryly.
"My lord, even if I sell all my property, it's impossible for me to raise so much money."
2,000 dinars can buy a strong slave, and 2 million dinars is 1,000 slaves.
And the slaves mentioned here are not those fast-moving clones, but those survivors who have full life spans and are able to work for their entire life.
1000 slaves... At the very least, it is possible to have such strong financial resources only if the chief Tenan owns a "Fief".
He can make up a maximum of 200,000 dinars, and this is when he has emptied his entire family.
There are no surprises to Vanus' answer,
"Alternative plan, I need to train a group of recruits here, please do me a favor, I can give you a discount on the ransom."
Vanus froze for a moment.
Training recruits?
……I?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lucius continued.
"Any questions?"
"No, my lord... Thank you very much for your trust." After a pause, Vanus said, "May I know the reason?"
Lucius said without hesitation.
"You should have heard that a huge tribe of raiders is on the rise. It may be early next year if it is optimistic, or we may meet it before the end of winter. If you don't want to change to a barbarian as your new Master, Better come up with something real."
"I will give you ten people, if the training is good, I will give you a 10% discount on the ransom, then I will give you ten more people, and so on. If your performance is good, maybe I will directly waive your ransom. Whether you can go home early depends on your own performance."
Vanus' Adam's apple moved, and his eyes changed with complex expressions.
There are surprises, disbelief, and other emotions that are difficult to express.
He nodded slightly and said respectfully.
"Follow your order, my lord."
He suddenly understood a little bit. That man, why can he win the loyalty from the heart of so many people.
Looking at the obedient Vanus, Lucius nodded in satisfaction.
"Go down."
"Yes."
After Vanus left. Standing aside, Lex looked at Lucius nervously.
"My lord, are you sure you want someone from the legion to be the instructor?"
In the middle and even the north of the River Valley Province, these people with raised nose bones are synonymous with demons and the source of plague and disaster.
He couldn't trust a member of the legion anyway, let alone a mid-level officer of the legion.
As for Wrench and Old Luka, they didn't feel much. There were almost no Legion people in the southern part of the River Valley Province. They hated the local predators and mutants even more.
While it is somewhat odd to have a captive serve as an instructor, they themselves were captives of the marauders and born serfs.
Besides, this is the judgment of the Manager. They have no doubt that his decision is correct.
Seeing Lex with distrust in his eyes, Lucius said bluntly.
"Why not? They are our enemies on the battlefield, but they can also be worthy of wooing outside the battlefield. The power of the Legion is not in the River Valley Province. For a long time, we will not have direct conflicts. We The conflict between them is not blood feud. Besides, he has reformed well during this period, since he can be recognized by the workers, I think he should be given a chance."
There is something to learn from the tactics of the legion. Lucius needs an instructor to train a group of junior officers who are proficient in logistics, light infantry tactics, positional warfare, and mobile warfare.
And Vanus, who has received military education since childhood and is a middle-level legion of the legion, is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.
It is unrealistic to let captives lead troops, but there is no problem in giving lectures and training to "NPCs". The only thing that needs to be overcome is the psychological barrier.
In large-scale battles, only by allowing NPCs and players to cooperate organically can the combat effectiveness of the players be maximized.
Sooner or later they will face a stronger opponent than the predators.
Of course, that's what it said, but it doesn't mean that Lucius fully trusts that guy.
After that, Lucius will arrange for two guards who are loyal enough to go in and serve as supervisors while learning experience. If this guy is found to have any wrongdoing, or to do some unnecessary things, those survivors who regard themselves as the savior will report to themselves as soon as possible.
At that time, Lucius will naturally deal with it.
"...To me, things like identity are not important at all, it is true for anyone. I hope you remember."
This sentence is not only aimed at Vanus, but also for this refugee representative.
Lex's shoulders shook slightly.
Although he still couldn't trust the legionnaire, he still lowered his head.
"Yes, my lord."
...
After the rest retreated, Lucius left Old Luka alone to learn about the recent situation of Starwood Farm.
Generally speaking, the naturalization work of the refugees is progressing fairly smoothly. Nearly 20 refugees who have obtained jobs have been allowed to enter the farm.
These included two butchers, three tanners, and craftsmen such as carpenters, tailors, and masons.
There are nearly 50 other workers, and the formalities are still in process.
The refugee camp was just a buffer. Lucius didn't intend to keep the refugees at the east gate, and let them stay there just to avoid chaos.
As long as they prove their worth through work, anyone can enter Starwood Farm and become a legally settled resident.
After listening to Old Luka's report, Lucius thought for a moment and said.
"Recently there seem to be more refugees."
Old Luka said respectfully.
"Yes, my lord, in just this week, more than 20 people have come in three batches. This is not counting the Frost Spear and his more than 50 clansmen you just met."
It seems that the turmoil in the past few days has indeed brought a lot of trouble to the survivors in the River Valley Province.
Especially that Bone Chew tribe...
Lucius clenched his fist lightly.
At this moment, the signal light of the VM he was wearing on his arm suddenly flickered.
With a slight movement in his heart, Lucius immediately turned on the screen of the VM.
The message was from Popo.
"Master, there seems to be a living person found in shelter 117?"
Seeing this line of news, Lucius froze for a moment.
"Living person?!"
Popo: "Yes... Her name is Hena, she claims to be a resident of shelter 117, and she wants to talk to you face to face about something important."
Looking at the text sent by Popo, before Lucius recovered from his surprise, three lines of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
【 Mission Completed. 】
【 Permissions on the B3 floor of Shelter 404 have been unlocked! 】
...
I didn't expect my little players to be so powerful.
Lucius originally thought that it would take them two or three days to find the remaining 10% hidden-map, but he didn't expect that it would not even take 24 hours.
This is too strong!
How exactly?
Lucius didn't rush to open the B3 floor, and it wouldn't run away anyway.
Lucius, who returned to the outpost, followed the guards to the reception room, and saw the old Popsicle who was said to be from 20 years ago.
"It's her, my lord."
"I see."
Signaling the guard to leave, Lucius sat down opposite her.
His eyes fell on the eye-catching white hair, Lucius thought for a while, and asked an insignificant question.
"Can you tell me if your silver hair is dyed or natural?"
"DNA defect, I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but unfortunately I was born in a shelter... But that's not the point," The lady took a deep breath and extended her right hand to Lucius, "Please allow me to introduce myself For a moment, my name is Hena, a resident of shelter 117...and probably the only registered resident who survived."
Lucius noticed that she particularly emphasized the status of registered residents.
Could it be that there are black households? However, none of these things mattered to him.
The point is her hair, it looks like an SSSR card!
If this is stuffed into the update of the Alpha0.9 version, wouldn't it be appropriate not to brag about the planner's awesomeness?
Tom finally don't have to worry about someone harassing him, and soon he will feel the feeling of falling out of favor.
There is no creature that loves the new and hates the old more than the player.
Suddenly Lucius noticed a pair of weird eyes looking at me Clearing his throat, he put on a serious expression, looked at her and said.
"Lucius, The Manager of Shelter 404, I have confirmed your identity with my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."
Burying the tip of her nose between her palms, Hena took a deep breath, looked up at Lucius and said.
"A catastrophe, if the whole thing is to be spelled out, it might take a little while."
"It's okay, the most indispensable thing in the wasteland is time."
"You're right."
A helpless smile appeared on her face, she brewed her emotions for a moment, and said slowly.
"To you, this happened more than twenty years ago, but to me, everything seems to have happened yesterday..."
As introduced in the propaganda, shelter 117 is a community-based shelter, and in principle, there is no cryogenic dormancy facility.
This kind of facility mainly serves some residents who are unwilling to accept cryogenic hibernation and want to stay with their families, as well as those who are uncomfortable with cryogenic hibernation and those who have allergic reactions to cryogens and thawing agents.
After all, although the cryo-sleep technology came out, the longest freezing period is only fifty years, and no one can guarantee that there will be no side effects for the dormancy in units of centuries.
Rather than spending a life of fear and anxiety in an unpredictable future, some people prefer to spend the last good time with their families in a shelter, and then hand over the future to future generations.
After the war broke out, a total of 100 residents all entered the refuge, among them were teachers, doctors, professors, business executives, lawyers, etc., without exception, all were highly educated elites. After entering the shelter, they also performed their duties as planned, and continued Utopia for a long time.
However, in the face of time, nothing lasts forever.
With the birth of the first child and the death of the oldest, the survivors of the old age inevitably ushered in old age and death.
Mathematical models can only predict macro samples, not love. Even though all survivors are well-educated and consciously control the population, but the population growth rate is still much faster than expected, there is finally a crisis of space and resources, and the crisis leads to divisions.
Some of the new generation of residents believe that they can only wait for death if they stay here, and they must go out from here because they cannot see any hope in the future.
They call themselves the Torch, and they hope to promote the transformation of the shelter, carry the tools left to them by the pre-war civilization, and fulfill their future missions ahead of schedule.
However, another part of the older residents think that the outside world is worse than here, and there is only a dead end to go out. They should wait patiently for the preset number of years to pass on the knowledge to the next generation, and then open the door to welcome the new era as planned.
The differences deteriorated rapidly in the 180th year of the wasteland era, and the fuse was a member of the torch who opened the door without authorization and rescued a child in the wasteland.
His name was Peter.
The young children are smart and eager to learn. Under the care of the Torches, they soon became the core figures of the "Torch" organization.
In the 190th year of the Wasteland Era, a rebellion broke out, and many people died. The most serious thing was that the fuel rods of the reactor were damaged. Shelter, and promised the torches that as long as they found fuel rods, they would be given a part of their pre-war reserves so that they could fulfill their missions.
Shelter 117 will be closed again as planned and continue to wait for the planned time.
Unfortunately, the Torch did not keep its promise. They blocked the door of the shelter and forced Seven Willard to teach the remaining black boxes.
Due to lack of fuel, the full circulation system could no longer be maintained, and the remaining people had to enter the emergency shelter.
Twenty dormant pods are stored there.
In order to give the opportunity to others, the manager Seven Willard chose to stay alone.
After hearing all the stories, Lucius couldn't help asking.
"That Seven Willard... how old did he live?"
Hena looked bewildered, shook her head and said.
"I don't know, he's been alive as long as I can remember."
All right.
Lucius let go of the question.
"But the others died anyway."
Hena nodded.
"Yes, most of our ancestors were unsuitable for the cryo-hibernation technique. In fact, strictly speaking, I am also, but I am not the same as them."
Saying that, Hena showed her arm to Lucius.
On her pulse, a silvery trace could be seen.
Lucius frowned.
"Prosthetic transformation?"
Hena nodded.
"Yes, because of DNA defects, my prosthetic body transformation rate has reached 79%. Basically, the organs you can name, I have replaced them with bionic organs. I think... this may be the reason why I survived .”
Lucius couldn't help asking.
"How do you make bionic organs?"
Hena explained.
"The black box, the product of the Ark project, is a very magical thing. You only need to input a few basic raw materials to get the preset product. Our black box is mainly used to produce bionic organs, but they are basically snatched by the men of the torch during that rebellion."
Hearing that he was robbed, Lucius felt a pain in his heart.
This was all twenty years ago. Even if it can be found, it is hard to say whether it can be used!
"Then what are your plans for the future?"
Hena looked bewildered and shook her head.
"I don't know, but the Manager told us that if anyone survives, find other shelters and tell them our story. By the way, there is a piece of power armor in the manager's office, and he said that it can help We're busy—"
"I've recovered it, including his VM."
Looking at the confused child which is older then himself, Lucius continued.
"If you have no place to go, why not join us, we just need an expert who is proficient in biology."
Hena was slightly taken aback, then nodded slightly.
"I have no objection, although my research may not be able to help you..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became a little embarrassed.
"By the way, there is something, I don't know if I can ask you."
The helpful Lucius said with a smile.
"Tell me, what's the matter."
Hena smiled shyly and said politely.
"That...can you lend me some DNA? I want to study it."
Lucius: "???"
At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened.
Ormas, the deputy captain of the guard, walked into the reception room quickly, and said with a serious face.
"My lord, a plane is coming from the south."
Airplane?
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were serious for an instant, and he stood up suddenly from the chair.
"You take a few people there, and I'll be there soon!"
