[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 157 Eden 45

At first, everything seemed to be going well.

Once again sneaking into the Gestalt territory, Bruce is already familiar with the road. When passing the star gate, Clark and Ian also skillfully hid, using the signal jamming equipment that Bruce fiddled with to escape the security check.

They came to the gestalt center again.

The huge Dyson sphere is suspended in the center of the star system. As the heart of a giant empire, it sends a steady stream of energy to every inch of the Gestalt territory.

Perhaps it was because they were engaged in a large-scale battle with the Federation. The moment they teleported out of the star gate, countless military ships passed over them and rushed straight into the star gate.

Clark just glanced at it, and his heart sank slightly.

——Those military fleets are all high-end ships loaded with the most advanced weapons. At a glance, there are at least hundreds of battleships.

Even so, the shipyard not far away is still continuously transporting warships outward, as if their resources are inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

"The replenishment speed of this kind of ship..." Bruce frowned, "For Gestalt, the cost of supporting war with war is too low."

"Why so fast?" Clark felt incredible.

"Because there is no labor law in Gestalt, and there is no humanistic care." Bruce said, "The efficiency of all workers is [-]%. If they are exhausted and sick, they will be thrown directly into the furnace to make food. If the mineral production is not enough, the mechanical race will be melted directly. They don’t need any social operating costs and stability maintenance costs, a lot of wealth has flowed into the military industry, and there is no shortage of resources in the vast territory, so the only thing they need to do is to continue to expand and assimilate foreigners.”

"...it's incomprehensible," Clark said. "What's the difference between being in Gestalt and being dead?"

"It's just an efficient way of living." Bruce's tone was still calm, without the slightest fluctuation in his brows, "The ultimate goal of all creatures is to inherit their genes. Judging from the current situation of the universe, it seems that Gestalt has become the final winner. The probability is the greatest."

Clark: ...

From this point of view, this universe seems to have no value of existence.Destroy it, tired.

"We just need to turn off the interference system of hyperspace displacement?" Clark asked.

Bruce nodded: "After turning off the interference, detonate the bomb in the center immediately. One of us must return to the lifeboat in advance to recharge the jump, and we must leave the Gestalt center before the interference is repaired!"

They can detonate the spore bomb at any time, but they must figure out how to get out unscathed.Once the bomb is detonated, they will undoubtedly be completely exposed to the entire infected Gestalt heart. If they cannot jump away, then death will basically become a foregone conclusion.

While speaking, Bruce's lifeboat had already approached the sky above the star base.

They didn't encounter any obstacles, and all Gestalt sub-individuals performed their duties and did what they should do. They would not take any confrontational actions until they discovered the identity of Bruce's abnormal sub-individual.

"Tony, we have arrived at the Gestalt center." Bruce opened the encrypted communication channel and contacted the other side.

"So fast, that's okay...Boom!"

As soon as Tony's voice came out, there was a deafening roar, and even the holographic lens shook twice.Tony quickly stood firm, and said helplessly: "The Exterminator came too fast, and now there is already a fight outside."

"So fast? Steve didn't block it for you?" Clark looked at the flickering fire on the holographic projection screen, quite surprised.

"Look for yourself." Tony pointed the camera at the battlefield in outer space.

I saw countless ships bombarding the lasers in the pitch-black space, and the burst of light was even more dazzling than the blue giant star.

"Steve won't come, we should have been flattened by now." Tony pulled the camera back and shrugged: "This dream is really unsettling."

"So how's your weapon charge going?" Bruce asked.

"Give me another 10 minutes," Tony said, "Don't rush, it's too soon!"

After hanging up the communication, Bruce put on the Gestalt uniform, opened the hatch, and looked back at Clark and Ian.

He thought for a while, but stopped talking.After two seconds of silence, he finally looked at Ian.

"Ian," he said, "...can we trust you?"

Clark was a little puzzled when he heard it, what is this?Why did you suddenly ask Ian this well?

He subconsciously glanced at Ian beside him. The latter seemed to be surprised by Bruce's question at the moment, and raised his head to look at Bruce who had already put on the protective suit not far away.

The moment he met Bruce's gaze, Ian seemed to understand something suddenly, his surprised expression disappeared, and he responded after a long while: "...um."

Bruce sighed silently, without saying anything, directly entered the Gestalt star base.

Clark squatted down worriedly, looked at the expressionless Ian, and said, "Ian, are you okay?"

Ian turned to look at him and nodded: "I'm fine."

"Really okay?" Clark frowned slightly, "You've always been a little absent-minded recently."

"..." Ian didn't speak, and after a while he said, "Clark."

Clark: "Well, I'm listening."

"I'm actually..." Ian paused for a moment before continuing, "I've always been very happy."

Clark laughed, he stretched out his hand to lift up the corner of Ian's stiff mouth, and said with a smile: "Smile when you are happy, pass your emotions to others, and make me happy too, okay? "

Ian's mouth was forced into a smiling face, but a smile gradually overflowed from his eyes.He pressed Clark's hand and said, "You are right, there are many, many beautiful things in this world."

This world is alive, not just cold dead things and living creatures, and his life is not just a task and goal hanging on the tip of a knife.

"I will protect you," Ian said.

When he said this, he had a smile on his face.

On weekdays, he has always looked serious. His slightly immature face and almost blank expression always make people feel that he is very serious.

However, at this moment, what he said with a smile gave Clark a strong premonition.

He'll keep that promise -- no matter what the future holds.

……

Bruce walked down the long, cold corridor.

The hallway was empty.Most of the time, the control of the Gestalt's internal system relies on mechanical life. At this time, there is a war, and many unnecessary mechanical life are thrown into the furnace and turned into metal materials, so it seems that there are some empty spaces in the star base. empty.

Bruce walked into the control center without encountering any obstacles.

He pressed the door lock and entered the room.

The area of ​​the room was extremely wide, and there were all kinds of strange-shaped instruments and black metal boxes inside. Bruce glanced at it at a glance, and quickly found the location of the jamming system switch by virtue of the collective memory of the gestalt.In the center of the room, several extremely thick blue optical cables connect the floor and ceiling, like a huge blood vessel passing through the room, it seems to be still beating slightly from a distance.

"Oh!"

The door slammed shut behind him.

Bruce turned his head and glanced at the door, frowning slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pressed the door lock, but his eyes were stung by a red light.

"Illegal entity detected, access denied!"

Bruce's pupils narrowed slightly.

Behind him, a slightly cold voice came: "Gestalt has existed for thousands of years, you are really the first sub-individual who has been sick for so long but has not been discovered... You even dared to enter the central control room, what should you do?" Praise of your courage, my sick child."

Bruce turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

But there was no one there.

He was still the only being in the room that could be called a "creature".

At the same time, the metal wall turned over, revealing the muzzles of densely packed black holes hidden behind, all aimed at Bruce.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Me?" The voice seemed to have heard a joke, "No, you are mistaken, there is only 'you' here, not 'I'. The distinction between individuals only exists outside the gestalt, and here, Only gestalt."

"Are you the collective consciousness of Gestalt?" Bruce said while touching the spore bomb behind his waist.

Since he was discovered, it meant that the plan had failed, and it was almost impossible for him to leave here alive.

The only way out now is to turn off the transition interference switch as quickly as possible, notify the outside world, and then detonate the bomb here.

"You have escaped from the gestalt. I can't read your consciousness, and I don't know why you returned here." The collective consciousness said, "It's very rare to be able to hide the abnormal situation for so long. You are a very good individual. Because of this, I would like to say one more thing—"

After a pause, the voice of collective consciousness sounded again: "Touch the center and heal yourself. You will return to the embrace of Gestalt again."

Bruce remained calm and didn't immediately refuse.

It's an interesting situation.

Gestalt has always had a shoot-to-kill attitude towards abnormal sub-individuals, even for the scavenger captain who is unique in the entire Gestalt, why happens to treat him so differently?

Bruce doesn't feel like he's the Chosen One, and that just goes to show—the collective Gestalt consciousness doesn't think of conflict, at least not now, not here.

This is an opportunity he can take advantage of.

So he said, "Okay."

Gestalt's collective consciousness seems to be satisfied with his answer, and the blue central light seems to be softer.

He walked towards the blue center step by step. At the same time, the corner of his eye was always watching the switch of the interference system.

Five meters, four meters, three meters...

Bruce stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head, looked around and locked his weapon firmly, and said suddenly: "Before I return, I have one more question."

Collective Consciousness: "Ask, sick child."

"This center..." Bruce looked at the translucent tube as thick as a blue blood vessel in front of him, "Is it a living being?"

The collective consciousness calmly said: "Your understanding of life is too narrow. Come in, after you integrate, you will know the answer."

Bruce's eyes darkened slightly.

If this center is not a living being, but just a device, then there is no point in detonating the bomb here.

He turned around suddenly without hesitation, and rushed towards the interference control button less than three meters away from him!

Almost at the same time, countless lasers shot towards him, piercing through his body almost instantly!

Bruce fell on the operation panel, almost exhausted all his strength, and pressed the button hard.

"Hyperspace interference has been lifted, the system is restarting and recharging, and it will be available in [-] seconds when it is turned on next time."

The breath that Bruce raised was suddenly relaxed, and then he immediately felt that his vitality was disappearing at an unprecedented speed.There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, and the pain had long since ceased to be felt, only the fading consciousness and the darkness enveloping from all directions.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he activated the public communication channel.