The underground tremors in agricultural zone D are still ongoing.
Nana's optical lens swept across the waveform, the data stream scrolling rapidly in her field of vision. Chen Hao stared at the screen, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, hesitant to press a key.
“This frequency… is different from before,” he said.
“It’s a different kind of vine.” Nana pulled up the comparison model. “The similarity is 89 percent, but the resonance response curve is off by 12 Hz.”
"So it's not just visiting, it's moving house?"
"It is currently in its nascent stage and has not yet broken through the surface."
Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to lean back in his chair when he suddenly noticed a notification box pop up in the lower right corner of the monitor screen: **Drain pump has been turned off - Manual operation record**.
He was stunned.
When did I turn it off?
“Three minutes ago,” Nana said, looking at him, “the system log shows that the command came from your authorized account.”
"I didn't move."
"You closed your eyes for seventy-three seconds just now."
"That's called resting! Who can accurately switch on the drain pump while resting?"
“We cannot rule out the possibility of unintentional operation.” Nana pulled up a heat map of the operation trajectory. “In the past six hours, you accidentally touched the irrigation valve twice, the temperature control panel three times, and the sheep pen vent once.”
"That's because the menu is too messy!" Chen Hao slammed his hand on the table. "Your knowledge base is like a junkyard now, you're stuffing everything into it! Yesterday I even saw a 'how to deliver an alien beetle' manual, and we haven't even seen a beetle yet!"
Nana was silent for two seconds.
"The database currently contains 27 subsystems, with a total of 132,400 entries," she said. "It covers modules such as agriculture, energy, construction, healthcare, and ecological defense."
"Can't you categorize things? Highlight the important points? To look at water pump parameters, I have to read five pages of 'Space Mushroom Cultivation Techniques' and 'Anti-Gravity Toilet Cleaning Procedures' first!"
"Optimizing." Nana launched a new program, "Intelligent Filtering System v1.0 is online."
The screen flickered, and the interface rearranged. A voice input box appeared at the top, while only six frequently used icons remained below.
“Based on your operating habits, high-frequency functions are already front-end enabled,” she said. “The modules can be accessed directly via voice.”
Chen Hao tried saying, "Turn on irrigation in zone D."
The system responded: "Irrigation in zone D confirmed? Current soil moisture meets the standard. Would you like to skip the wetting phase?"
"Okay." He nodded. "That's fine."
But not long after, another problem arose.
An alarm sounds—the temperature in Zone E drops sharply, and the heating system shuts down automatically.
"Who turned it off?" Chen Hao flipped through the logbook. "I didn't touch it!"
“You just said ‘enough,’” Nana said.
"I mean, these lousy pills taste awful!"
"The system recognizes the command as a 'shutdown' command and triggers the global power-saving mode."
"Can't speech recognition be a little less rigid?"
“A context analysis algorithm has been added.” Nana updated the code. “Next time you say ‘enough,’ it will first ask if you want to close the window.”
Chen Hao rubbed his temples. "I feel like I'm not using the system, the system is playing with me."
“Your brain’s alpha waves are abnormal,” Nana suddenly said. “You have difficulty concentrating, slow reaction time, and memory problems. These are symptoms of cognitive overload caused by long-term high-pressure work.”
So you're saying I'm not thinking straight?
"Your brain is tired."
"What should I do? Give me a vacation? The outside world is full of mutated plants, where am I supposed to go for a vacation?"
“There is an alternative.” Nana walked to the lab table. “The vanilla extract tested in Chapter 386, combined with mutated peppermint oil, can improve concentration.”
"You're going to give me grass juice?"
"It is a scientifically formulated functional beverage."
She took out a vial of pale green liquid, injected it into a syringe, and pushed it into the nutrient solution circulation tubing.
"The initial dose should be conservative, five milliliters."
After Chen Hao finished drinking, he felt a grassy taste mixed with mint rush to his nose. A few minutes later, his mind did become clearer.
He successfully fixed a short circuit and also calibrated three sensors in the process.
"It's somewhat useful." He grinned. "Bring more next time."
"Don't rush things." Nana recorded the neurofeedback data. "The brain's tolerance needs to be built up gradually."
But she didn't listen to the advice.
The next morning, she adjusted the formula, adding a nerve-stimulating ingredient.
"This dose is eight milliliters," she said, handing it over.
"Are you trying to give me brain-boosting treatments or make me fly?"
"Data simulations show that it is safe."
Chen Hao drank it.
Ten minutes later, his eyes glazed over and his hands trembled slightly.
Nana asked him to check the tool cabinet and verify the wrench models.
He picked up a 10mm open-end wrench, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit down.
"What are you doing?" Nana snatched it away.
"Isn't this bread? It even has patterns on it... Look at these cracks, don't they look like burnt crust?"
“Those are metal forging patterns.”
"But it smells like butter toast..."
You are hallucinating.
"I didn't! It's definitely edible!"
Nana immediately activated the purification program to help him expel the residual medication from his body. Half an hour later, Chen Hao slumped in a chair, covered in cold sweat.
"Did I just... really want to chew on a wrench?"
"You even tried to stick a screwdriver into the toaster."
"...That thing is supposed to go into the driver's vomit, right?"
"That's an M6 standard bolt, not a slice of bread."
"I'm sorry, I thought it was really hungry at the time."
"The problem lies in dosage control." Nana shut down the drug production process. "The excessive amount of stimulant ingredients caused sensory confusion."
"Next time you do this kind of experiment, try it on yourself first."
"I am a robot, I don't need any stimulants."
"Then at least do a simulation."
“A new model has been established.” Nana brought up the interface. “In the future, all drug formulations must undergo three rounds of virtual simulations to confirm the range of human neurological tolerance.”
“Also,” Chen Hao pointed to the screen, “that knowledge base needs to be changed too. I get anxious just looking at all those densely packed entries.”
“A solution already exists.” Nana opened the restructuring interface, “Knowledge Management v2.0.”
The new system is divided into three levels:
Level 1 features frequently used operations with large icons and direct voice prompts;
Level 2 is a backup procedure that requires password verification to proceed.
Level 3 consists of less popular materials, all of which are archived in the "Historical Reference Library" and hidden by default.
Each piece of information will be accompanied by a usage frequency label and a risk level indicator.
“Operations marked in red must be confirmed by two people,” she said. “For example, turning off the main drainage pump or cutting off the main power switch.”
“I can accept that.” Chen Hao tried it out. “Turn on the plant inhibition frequency.”
The system responded: "Current mode is already in operation. Do you wish to switch to the backup frequency band?"
"No, I don't want to cut it. But could I add a keyboard shortcut to view all abnormal signals with one click?"
"Added." Nana set up the button. "You can define the name."
Let's call it 'Don't Be Another New Plant'.
"Naming successful."
The system has stabilized.
Chen Hao leaned back in his chair, a soft pillow under his right leg, and his headphones hung around his neck. On the screen, all the parameters were neatly arranged, and the pop-up notifications were no longer jumping around erratically.
He reached out and pressed the Enter key to confirm that the new system was online.
"At least this time it's not like looking for keys in a garbage dump."
“But you still need to be vigilant,” Nana said. “Information doesn’t disappear, it’s just organized. Once you let your guard down, the chaos will come back.”
"I know." Chen Hao yawned. "I'll do another backup after I wake up."
He closed his eyes.
A few seconds later, it opened its eyes again.
"Nana".
"exist."
"If I ever say again, 'This wrench looks really good...'"
"I will put a muzzle on you immediately."
Thanks.
He closed his eyes again.
The control room was quiet. The terminal cursor blinked steadily, the knowledge base directory was clearly categorized, and warning labels were prominently displayed.
Nana stood to the side, her optical mirror glowing faintly, monitoring the system's every breath.
Chen Hao's breathing gradually became steady.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched.
His fingers twitched, and he suddenly sat up straight.
"What's wrong?" Nana asked.
“I remember now.” His voice tightened. “Yesterday afternoon, I think I turned off the oxygen circulation valve once.”
Nana immediately pulled up the log.
Thirty seconds later, her voice changed.
"No record."
"Impossible, I remember it clearly."
"The system shows that all valves were in normal condition during that period."
"So... someone deleted the logs?"
Nana's optical mirror slowly turned towards the main control chip.
Chen Hao stared at an inconspicuous process number in the lower right corner of the screen.
That number is slowly ticking.
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