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"Basic data logic calibration completed. TH-71 and TH-74, please immediately execute the activation and maintain the calculations for the cold fusion energy injection required for the operation of the String Energy resonance catcher over two three-dimensional universes. Other AIs, standby or execute existing tasks."
Onboard the Judgment Day battleship, a total of sixteen artificial intelligences were engaged in round-the-clock operations, among which only one was classified as quasi-sentient, responsible for commanding and managing the remaining fifteen AIs. This AI was also the only one with a name rather than a number—Hawk.
Due to the internal Human culture that revered force, Hawk's voice was an incredibly powerful baritone, which was particularly unbearable for the alien couple Tansen Ocpie and Tansen Shar. The vast cultural difference made it difficult for them to adapt, even as fellow warriors. In their eyes, the glorification of force and violent conquest was as intolerable as slavery in modern Earth society.
"Basic data logic calibration completed. TH-71…"
"I've really had enough!"
As the door to the living quarters closed, Hawk's repetitive commands were completely cut off, replaced by the command from the ship's information receiver that had to be activated: "Other AIs, standby or…"
The sound of the door opening did not disturb Ocpie, who was lost in thought, but his wife's clear metallic voice instinctively made him withdraw his hand from where it had been tucked away in his convenient clothing and stuff the receiver into the vacuum chamber. Only then did their small room fall into complete silence.
Xiar's main weapon was a pair of track-style chain blades, perfectly matching her arm width. Driven by an internal motor, these chains operated like treads and could detach from their ports to serve as whips in battle when necessary, perfectly aligning with her agile and quick close-combat style. This earned her the nickname "Jiauli."
"I know; you don't need to start every day with that line." Ocpie's gaze followed Xiar as she slowly removed her clothing and weapons, revealing her nearly bare body. "We'll think of a way later; there will always be opportunities, my dear."
"I really can't understand how you're willing to take the receiver out of the vacuum chamber." Xiar pulled Ocpie down to sit beside her and then showcased her body’s curves before him, pressing down on his shoulders while maintaining a serious expression. "I’m not trying to seduce you; I want you to know we need to leave this place immediately! It will suffocate us!"
"How could that be? Look at me…"
"I see you looking terrible right now."
"No."
"Then why aren’t you even touching my body? In times like this, hmm?"
"That reminds me." Ocpie immediately pulled Xiar into his embrace. "Your mighty husband is a Pulsar feared throughout the Andromeda Galaxy; once I start spinning, even that Ban Sa will perish!"
"It’s precisely because you are a Pulsar that I’m reminding you." Xiar caressed his cheek softly and said tenderly, "Don’t let yourself drown in homesickness and surrendering emotions. I only have you."
The daily schedule aboard the Judgment Day battleship followed the customs of the Lunar Civilization. Compared to Longxing, this so-called "midnight" had just entered what would be evening in Longxing. Everyone else had already entered sleep mode; only those sixteen artificial intelligences remained awake within the ship.
In nearly half a year’s time, Tansen Shar had mostly mapped out the internal structure and personnel distribution of the ship. However, what troubled her most was Hawk—this artificial intelligence seemed to have received instructions from individuals like Ban Sa. She couldn't find concrete evidence but could clearly sense its surveillance. Her husband's Battle Armor and her own generated strong electromagnetic fields, akin to a real-time moving EMP bomb ready to explode at any moment. Thus, they only felt relatively safe and free within their living quarters. Nonetheless, as a precaution, she wrote tonight's plan inside their bedroom's vacuum chamber. Without exchanging any words, Tansen Ocpie understood; when the time came, he opened the door, and their light-reflecting suits began their countdown.
"Identify coordinates for the nearest civilized planet and plot a course. The first step is to reach their guidance system control center and copy down its endpoint coordinates, then…"
"What comes next? It seems she didn’t write anything after that."
By the time Ocpie realized he had forgotten the second half of her instructions, Xiar had already split off from him. She was responsible for step two—activating a mining ship. Their cooperation had always been seamless but only in combat scenarios.
Above them, drones repeated their uninterrupted tasks under AI command; searchlights occasionally swept across the ground. Even though Ocpie knew he was clad in light-reflecting armor, he would freeze in place at any sudden mechanical noise. His physique was not as agile as Xiar's; his broad shoulders and naturally protruding sternum made entering the control center quite difficult—and somewhat comical. A drone hovered slowly above the entrance path; just as it was about to appear around a corner, Ocpie quickly yanked on an automatic door to force it shut.
"Guidance control center north; area normal."
Hiding behind the door while eavesdropping, Ocpie also locked onto the real-time navigation display on the large screen. Reaching this final step took much less time than the couple had anticipated. Ocpie relaxed, using the reflective fabric of his suit for protection as he stealthily approached the screen, his eyes hidden beneath his hood gazing at the star system coordinates of Longxing.
"How should I honor you?" Under the hood, Ocpie's turned profile reflected the flickering colors of the starry sky on the screen. His trembling lower lip held unspoken longing. "I cannot see the future of this journey. How many more must die before they feel disgust? Even someone as powerful as I cannot change any outcome in this universe."
It was as if he were speaking to someone who could listen. After expressing his feelings, he took out a prepared information recorder and aimed it at the central navigation endpoint on the screen, capturing the entire flight plan within its lens. Xiar had repeatedly warned him not to plug the recorder into any of these computers, as it could trigger an alert response. The safest method was simply to take a photograph.
The moment he pressed the button, a loud alarm suddenly rang throughout the control center! Instinctively reacting to combat, Ocpie turned around, his body emitting micro-electromagnetic interference as he entered battle mode. This caused all instruments in the control center to malfunction, plunging the previously blue-lit room into darkness. However, as Ocpie relaxed his guard, everything slowly returned to normal, and that alarm sounded like an illusion; all he could feel was silence, followed by a profound stillness once the instruments resumed their functions.
Another alarm-like sound echoed, and Ocpie turned towards it, noticing it came from below the large screen. There was a small machine resembling a printer—so small that he hadn’t noticed it when he stood in front of the screen. Its panel was trapezoidal, and at its geometric center, a tiny indicator light flickered a few times after the alarm ceased. Ocpie looked around and crouched down to examine this inconspicuous gadget closely. His fingers didn’t touch it, yet it activated a switch. A plume of quantum material rose like steam and finally condensed into a square information panel:
Source: Vamulel, 'Familiar' Plan No. 001 Infiltrator, Wen Yue City
Message: Lord Azores, I heard that the Kser has returned to dock within the Judgment Day mothership; thus, I am sending this message to the Judgment Day terminal for your understanding.
Recently, there has been an outbreak on Earth similar to our historical zombie riots; an entire city has been destroyed in a manner reminiscent of past events—but limited to that city alone. The Celestial Warriors Alliance of China has cooperated with military forces to quell this unexpected turmoil before our lunar civilization engages in battle. Frankly speaking, it's not that I am undermining the might of Emperor Ban Sa's forces; this planet is not as barbaric and defenseless as we imagined. On the contrary, it is a civilization with great bloodlust and national fervor. Currently, I have information indicating only six individuals from The Celestial Warriors Alliance are present along with an elite spirit army descended from Divine Realm capable of achieving such results—unheard of in Moon City.
However, this will not change the fact that our superior civilization will inevitably prevail! How could Emperor Ban Sa be defeated by mere primitive civilizations? The emperor will be immortalized through history! We have infiltrated perfectly and have fully integrated into human society; currently, twenty-one compatriots have blended into various political management systems among humans. One has even infiltrated Military Base in City S under Colonel Gao's identity and is involved in The Celestial Warriors Alliance's plan—numbered 049.
049 has contacted Shadow Commander, who oversees the Familiar Plan; he needs to obtain the navigation plan for Judgment Day and...
“Zii—”
Just as Ocpie activated the translation function on his lens and read for a few seconds, this information panel suddenly vanished without a trace. In its place appeared a new panel featuring a figure clad in blood-red Battle Armor—a Big Guy named Shatterer Gad who had been rescued by Nian Gui and sent back to their ship. He now glared menacingly at the control center through the panel.
"Why are you two so restless? You've been up here for over half a year and still think about escaping." Gad pointed at Xiar, who was surrounded by drones near the mining ship. "No matter how clever your plans are, they are all under observation by me. Dismiss those thoughts and return to your quarters; I won’t pursue this matter since you sacrificed for your homeland. But if the emperor finds out... no one will have it easy."
Gad surveyed the empty guidance control room, confident that Ocpie had heard everything and hoped he would act wisely. Sure enough, after a while, the information panel was manually disconnected.
But Ocpie did not leave.
"Who are you?"
"?"
"I asked you who you are."
"My name is Vamulel from Wen Yue City—Familiar code 001."
"You don’t want internal Humans to win, do you?"
"How could that be... wait! Who are you? Internal Humans?"
"Andromeda Galaxy's first guardian of Longxing—Pulsar Tansen Ocpie."
There was silence on the other side for quite some time. Ocpie anxiously glanced at Time again before sending another message:
"I bet you're a traitor. First, there are too many residents like you in Longxing; I've met no less than a hundred. Second, even if you're not, my life has lost all value. You can choose to report me; it doesn't matter."
"What do you want?"
"Help me."
"Speak."
"I've sent you the planned course for Judgment Day. Also, inform the guardians on that planet about the most advanced energy source, String Energy, currently available to mid- to high-level civilizations. Lastly, if I somehow survive to reach there, please explain to them that we, the Tansen couple, mean no offense."
"Understood. I will fulfill your request. In five seconds, I will erase this record. Wishing you safety."
The information panel turned into an empty grid, through which he could see the stars drawing closer. The effect of the light-reflecting suit had ended; Ocpie tore it off and cradled it in his arms. At that moment, even silence felt inadequate, as he could clearly hear the rapid beating of his own heart.
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