MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1575 "them"

Compared with the official speech style that has always been formulaic and formalized on the Loren Continent, the interstellar communication from the Noi people always gives people a sense of humanity, and as the two civilizations communicate more frequently, translation work The smoother it became, the more obvious this feeling became, so much so that Bertila often wondered whether the Noi people did not have the ability to "hide emotions" at all, and suspected that they were someone who would directly put their minds on the ground. The ethnic group that speaks everything out.

But to be honest, it is the first time that a situation like today has occurred even for the Noi people.

She looked at the words that appeared on the communication device with some confusion, and imagined what a busy alien was on the opposite side of the sentence. It was difficult for her to imagine that such a mistake would appear on an "interstellar spokesperson". She didn't even know how to respond, and just as she was thinking about how to give the opposite side a reply, the magic net terminal suddenly buzzed again, and the communication system received a message from several light years away again—

The star solvers who stayed on duty quickly completed the translation work with the help of the servo brain, and a line of letters clearly appeared in the projection of the magic net terminal: "Can you chat with me?"

Bertiera and Bud were stunned at the same time. This was a situation that no negotiator and naturalist had ever considered, but in the next second, another magic net terminal next to Bud's station was suddenly connected automatically. , Gawain's figure appeared in front of them: "In response to this request - this is the first time that a Noi sent us a message as an 'individual', which may help us understand this distant ethnic group. Berti La, you lead this conversation."

"Yes," Bertila nodded immediately, then sat down at the workstation next to Bud, pretending to operate the magic net terminal on the surface, in fact, directly connecting more than a dozen nerve fiber bundles in the giant tree of Thorin to the On the equipment in the command hall, her thoughts turned into words, which were quickly encoded and sent to the other side of the starry sky, "Of course, I'm very happy."

After a while, the antenna array received a message from afar: "Thank you - I hope you don't mind the trouble I've caused you, I'm just... a little uneasy. By the way, are you the one we've been talking to?"

Bertila immediately looked up at Gawain in the communication screen next to him, then retracted his gaze and entered his own words into the system: "No, the leader has already gone to rest, I am the technical officer in charge of managing the communication array, you can Call me 'Ms Bertiera', or just 'Bertiera'. Would you like to speak to our leader?"

"No no, don't disturb him," the reply across Xinghai came quickly, "I just want to have a chat with someone, it's good if you are willing to respond to me. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me' Nova', that was my name before I became a 'Witch'."

"Witch?" Bertila was a little curious, "Is this your occupation? Or is it a title? This term in Loren refers to a certain kind of woman who masters magic..."

"The witch is my position, the person responsible for controlling this ancient Voyager communication satellite," the Noi who called herself "Nova" explained, she seemed a little proud, "In our society, there was only one witch at the same time. , it's an honorable job."

Bertila checked the machine next to it that automatically recorded the communication data, and glanced at several workstations in the hall. She saw that the duty personnel who stayed here were staring at the equipment in front of them intently, while the communication screen on the other side Gao Wen, who was in the middle, seemed to be thinking about something, she looked back and continued the conversation: "It sounds similar to my job, I am also in charge of managing communication equipment, but our equipment is not the legacy left by the sailor. , I am not the only technical officer in charge of each link. You are the only 'witch' who is responsible for controlling the communication device on your side? But now the two planets maintain 24-hour uninterrupted signal transmission... Don't you need to rest? "

"The witch doesn't rest," Nova replied quickly. "The machine that came here with me will take care of me, and the witch won't get tired until her service expires."

Seeing the words that appeared in the holographic projection, Bertila frowned subconsciously again, and Gawain's voice came from the side: "The machine is taking care of her? What state is she in now?"

Bertila calmed down and quickly organized the language: "You say you can work all the time? And be taken care of by the machine? Please forgive my offense, I'm curious about your...'state'. There's nothing like you in Loren. Man, do you live in some highly automated control facility? And receive some kind of adaptive makeover?"

"...I live on this satellite," the voice from the other side of the star sea entered Loren's atmosphere, and turned into clear words and presented it in front of Bertila, "It's been twenty-one years—ah, here is according to our chronology."

"She lives on that Voyager satellite?!" This time, even Gawain, who was supervising the side, was stunned and blurted out subconsciously, "And she has lived for so many years? How did the Noi people control the Voyager satellite? "

Bertila quickly sent a message: "I'm surprised that the 'witch' actually lives directly on the satellite? That is to say, you are in space right now? And listen to what you mean...you want to live forever There? Why do you do this? Is it because you have to use this method to control the Voyager satellite?"

"Yes, this is a necessary means to control this ancient satellite," Nova responded quickly, "We... do not have the ability to fully control the Legacy of the Navigator. In order to drive this ancient communication satellite, we can only Take some tricks. The pioneer groups of yesteryear laid the foundation for us, they obtained the relevant permissions from the Navigator database, and as a species created by the pioneer group, there are some special individuals in the Noi that can be inherited at the genetic level. This legacy, these special individuals... are witches.

"We have hundreds of witch candidates, and selecting qualified witches from the people is an extremely important part of Noi society, and the selected witch candidates still need to go through ten years of training and testing. After the test, the candidate with the highest adaptability index is eligible to be promoted from 'candidate' to a full-fledged witch, and will be sent into space after the previous witch's service is completed - together with the survival system used to maintain the witch's survival... "

The words from the other side of the starry sky were turned into words, which appeared line by line in the holographic projection. Bertila's body had leaned forward slightly at some point. She looked at these words with all her attention, and the servo brain array was trying her best to imagine what it was like. The picture, to imagine how a civilization far away four light-years away sees this matter and executes it in their own cultural background, while Bud, who is on the side, whispered softly at this time: "But I I don't understand why the 'Witch' will stay on the satellite forever until the end of her service - there are not many candidates? It's okay to find a few more people to rotate, it shouldn't be too difficult with their technology..."

Bertila hesitated for a moment, and sent Bud's question to the other side. After a while, she got the answer from Nova—

"After the brain is taken out, it must always be connected to the pioneer servo system. The nervous system of the Noi people is very fragile and cannot withstand the damage caused by the second connection."

The letters displayed on the holographic projection are clear and sharp, and the technicians on duty in the command hall all quieted down, even Bertila, who used to be a high-level priest of the Society for the End of All Things and witnessed countless dark and twisted things. She was a little stunned for a moment, she was silent for a long time, and after a few minutes, her thoughts turned into a subpoena: "This is shocking, I don't know how to evaluate it - in Loren's cultural perception, this is an amazing price. , you and your predecessors made great and noble sacrifices."

"This is a great honor. For Noi people, this is one of the ultimate values ​​that an individual can achieve in his limited life," Nova replied, spanning the distance of the sea of ​​stars and limited communication The pattern erased the emotions in the words, and no one could see the expression of the Noi "witch" at the moment, but Bertila seemed to be able to see a kind of pride from the bottom of these words, "I am very happy. I can become a witch, and I am even more happy to hear your voices in my service cycle. In this regard, I am far luckier than my predecessors.

"For many years, generations of witches have been sent to this satellite and transported back to the earth in the form of 'sacred skeletons', and the starry sky they face is empty and dead most of the time, even if you can occasionally hear strange sounds. The 'noise' leaked by civilizations, and those civilizations often failed to develop super-light communication technology that can directly talk to each other. For those seniors, the starry sky is a cold and lonely place, and I... luckier than them.

"Ms. Bertiera, I am the first witch ever to receive a response in the star space, I don't know if you can understand what this means to me, but you should congratulate me - when the communication was first connected My family also congratulated me that day."

"Your family?" Bertila hesitated before sending the message, "Are they staying on the ground? What do they do?"

"Mostly living on the surface, my grandfather was the industrial chief, my parents were workers on a hydroponic farm, and I had two older brothers working on a low-Earth orbit station - to the Noi It is also a matter of glory.”

Bertila quietly watched the text displayed on the communication interface, without saying a word for a long time, and in this meditation, she suddenly recalled what Gawain once said to her—

Two civilizations that grew up in completely different home planet environments are far more different from each other than gods and ants.

The communication between Loren and Noi has been carried out many times. The two civilizations have sent countless texts and pictures to each other in an attempt to let the allies across the Xinghai understand what kind of group they are. Thousands of learned and wise people study those alien information day and night, exhausting their imaginations to outline the historical trajectory and cultural outline of the Noi people, but even so, the two civilizations still seem to be separated from each other. Thousands of miles of thick fog, and the occasional glimpse from the gaps in the fog is enough to make the wise men on both sides stunned.

Just like Loren in the eyes of the Neuers is a cold, orderly and efficient war mad civilization, they can't imagine what the "moderate plan" and "peace and love" in Loren's mouth are, Bertila at this moment. It is also difficult to understand what kind of mood the witch named "Nova" is "living" in her icy space palace, let alone what kind of extreme glory and honor the Noi society is in. It operates under the concept of responsibility.

She can only pay tribute to the witch and the distant alien race.

"According to the calculation method on your side, we only have the last three months to communicate with each other," the communication system captured the signal from space again, and Nova sent a new message, "I can communicate with the big brother here. The people on the ground connect but somehow...I prefer to hear the 'voice' from you, the wise say it may be the Voyager legacy affecting my emotions, but I think...it's just from you The sound can make me feel a certain 'temperature'.

"Ms. Bertiera, you know what? I can actually feel 'temperature', although I am connected to a cold machine, this machine has its own 'sensing' way, it will tell me Many things are conveyed, although most of the information is difficult to understand, but on the day when the communication between our two planets was established, I clearly felt... warmth and kindness, that kindness is filled in every unit of data you send, For me it's as real and clear as a finger touch.

"The wise can't interpret this 'feeling' without theoretical support, because no witch has ever successfully established a connection with an alien civilization in history, but I believe in my judgment, I think I can really feel yours Reliability and sincerity, so even though you have shown some... 'scaring' fighting tendencies, and even caused some wise men and elders to be nervous, I am willing to give them advice and make them trust you."

Looking at the communication information that appeared in front of him, Gawain, who had been watching and didn't speak much, suddenly broke his silence: "Thank you for your continuous efforts, Miss Nova, we also know that a real relationship must be established between the two civilizations. How difficult it is to trust and understand, especially since there are still difficult barriers between us, but please believe that Loren always faces friends with the greatest sincerity and kindness. Space hears your voices."

Gawain's words were quickly translated into alien words, and sent into the starry sky after a while, Bertila added after confirming with Gawain: "It was our leader who was talking to you just now, he Noticed the communication between us."

Nova quickly responded: "Ah, leader - it's a pleasure to talk to you, I hope you don't mind my rashness."

In the blue velvet study of Cecil Palace, Gawain couldn't help showing a smile: "Don't be so nervous, Miss Nova, don't we talk a lot?"

A moment later, a response from Nova appeared in front of Gawain: "Yes, we talk a lot, but then I represented Noy, you represented Loren, and now... I'm Nova."

"My name is Gawain," Gawain said very solemnly, "then let's say hello again formally—nice to hear your voice, Nova."

After a moment of silence and delay, the greetings from across the sea of ​​stars came into Gawain's eyes:

"Nice to hear from you, Gawain... Mr. Leader."

(It’s time to push the book again! This time it’s from the cloudy sky and Shenyin’s “Above the Sky”, a fantasy genre, an old author. Although the number of words is still small, I feel that the future is promising. Welcome everyone to support a wave.

ps: Has it been a little more frequent to push books recently...)

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