Chapter 196: The Guardian
@Fit: […
The defense meeting ended quickly, the inspection team of the United Alliance returned empty-handed, and the families that were involved in the poison were temporarily shut down.
For the next period of time, I personally helped Monesa adapt to the daily work and procedures of a researcher. First, we...what? Okay, well, it seems that no young insects like to listen to stories with rich content now.
[Author’s note: Asking if the onboarding process for researchers can be simplified]
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Highly praised in the comment area: [A language law should be enacted to prohibit the Capital Alliance Zerg from saying more than 15 words in a sentence, and one thing must be explained clearly within 200 words! ]——Too many likes have been collapsed——
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@Fite: […
Without going through the onboarding process and adapting to the new environment, Monesha quickly caught up with the pace of the Sibyl project team.
He accurately found his position in the group: Ross Technology Algorithm Deconstructor. He and members of Sibir's radar technology department gathered and calculated experimental data, and through repeated experiments with the latest data, strengthened Sibir's predictive radar positioning.
Haha, you definitely can't understand the terminology explanation. To put it simply, you just need to know that the department where Monesha works is very important. It is one of the core trump cards of the entire Sibyl Plan.
If Monesha were to study technologies other than radar, his progress would definitely not be able to keep up with my team members, and even if he studied for another 20 years, he would never be able to reach the threshold of Sibyl's project.
But, what he was studying at that time was the Ross family's unique security skill, radar technology.
While I was still picking up food on the ground, he was already lying in his parents' arms asking what the next set of calculation variables of the xxx formula was.
He studied radar technology out of interest.
Interest is the most effective booster to stimulate one's talent. In the first half of his life, Monesha learned knowledge in a relaxed and happy way of exploration. He had a different perspective from his colleagues in the radar department. In the first month after he joined the team, the radar department updated a new positioning algorithm.
Yes, at that time he and I were not in the same department, I was in another core project team.
The first thing that the Eye of Sibyl is famous for is its radar, and the second is its star energy sensing department that detects the tidal energy fluctuations of alien beasts.
Over the years, it is these two core technologies that have made the Eye of Sibyl famous. Not only can "He" predict the coordinates of the upcoming monster tide, but also whether there are Overlords in the upcoming monster tide. And according to [Confidentiality Agreement Terms], "He" can even classify the Overlords by species through [Confidentiality Agreement Terms].
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[Putting aside the self-talk of the Capital Alliance Zerg, it would be great if this war AI could really be made in reality. ] [Not only can it predict the location, but it can also be divided into species? What a dream. ]
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[I understand. Now let's try to kidnap the Capital Alliance Hephis worker bug.]
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[I really admire you, the Legionnaires. Can you ban the Legionnaires from the Internet? It’s fine if you hold a virtual tactical meeting in the comment section, but why are you actually planning to catch scientific research bugs? Are you no longer satisfied with persecuting sub-females and military doctors? ]
[Put away your dirty thoughts! Can academic matters be called kidnapping? I guarantee that all the scientific research Zergs who come to our army have voluntarily withdrawn from the Capital Alliance. ——IP from the Second Army Headquarters Station Command Room in the Main City]
【Ahhhhhhh!! Boss, you cut to the wrong number!!】
@Fite: […
Um?
Yes, we are in different departments, so it is impossible for us to be in the same research laboratory as you imagine.
First of all, Sybil is a huge project with more than 100 scientific research departments.
Secondly, I invited Monesha to join the team in the beginning with the purpose of letting him display his talents and Ross Technology. How could I ignore his talents and restrict him to the star energy sensing department which is not suitable for him?
This is a waste of resources.
However, as for meeting, we can meet 4-5 times a week.
In the restaurant in the lounge area.
What? Will I miss out if I take different breaks? Does it matter? I oversee an entire project department, and understanding a researcher's rest schedule is as easy as solving a basic formula.
Half a year after my chance encounter with Monesa in a restaurant, and after several productive collaborations, in the seventh month, when I was standing next to Monesa drinking a refreshing energy drink, he had already left without seeing me.]
[One possibility is that you are too tired to have any strength.] [You, a female insect, are so tired that you drink energy drinks like water. You are so shameless to flatter yourself.]
@Fite: […
Monesha has been in the group for seven months and still hasn't made any friends.
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[I wanted to ask before, if you live with female insects in the same room for a long time, is it really not related to hormones? ]
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[Don't use your poor brains to assume the technology of the Science City. Every project in the Science City is funded by tens of millions of dollars. Here, every Zerg researcher wears three suppression collar buckles and suppression wrist buckles containing powerful anesthetic needles. All fire pipes in the Science City have two sets, one for normal water flow and one filled with syringes. If any researcher loses control, it can be controlled in 0.02 seconds at the slowest. Not to mention that all research institutes' air fresheners contain mild sedatives on a daily basis. Researchers have physical examinations every 15 days and maintain a high level of rationality in all aspects. It is impossible for them to be like the Legion Zerg, whose brains are controlled by emotions at any time and place, like uncivilized beasts. ]
[Haha, you scientific research insects are aloof, great, and sexually cold! I wish you can realize the comprehensive sperm freezing fertility plan as soon as possible. The only thing I can communicate with you on a daily basis is the brain ring repair! ]
The military Zerg and the scientific research Zerg in the comment section immediately started to argue fiercely.
Other passers-by were paying attention to other things: [So, it is actually quite safe for you to appear frequently in Science City? ]
Comments like these quickly became a trend. [Wait? Don’t just talk about the research city. What about places like the court? Is that okay? I just got a junior court assistant this year. Can I dream?]
[The court does not need hormone control, electric forks, electric grids, and electric shock bullets can solve all the problems. ]
A few seconds later, many young passers-by reached a consensus: [I understand. Next year, when you apply for the science and technology engineering at Automotive Engineering, tremble! You guys in the science and technology family are sexually apathetic! Since you don’t value the real Lord, then leave the opportunity to the bugs in need! ]
@Fite: […
I didn't ask Monesa about his friendships at the beginning. Instead, when I accompanied him on the balcony for the third time to drink a refreshing drink, I casually asked him, "Why don't I see you having dinner with other colleagues in the same group?"
I was very humorous and generous, telling him which researchers in the radar department had good personalities, those who were shy or not good at saying no, those who were friendly or enthusiastic and outgoing.
After I introduced them, I said to them in a caring manner like a parent, "You can try to socialize with them. You are always alone, and it is difficult to relieve the mental stress after work."
But Monesa didn't react. He leaned against the balcony railing, silently drinking his energy drink, with a plate of bite-sized snacks next to him. He took a bite of the snack every five or six minutes. While I was talking, Monesa only occasionally raised his eyelids and glanced at me.
After he finished eating, he wiped the corners of his lips, which were free of any traces of food residue or grease, with a tissue before he said, "Make friends with them? Then you learn those qualities of theirs that attract my attention, and then you order them to change them, and you keep them for yourself so that I will actively come closer to you and get close to you?"
"Bugs' personalities can change, Belis. Your tricks to please me are outdated. Stop trying to show off." Monesha casually threw the soft towel she had used to wipe her lips into the trash can and walked towards me.
When we were walking side by side, he paused for a moment. His voice was light and shallow, with a hint of fatigue, like the chill of early winter: "Don't eat the food on my plate after I leave. Being charged with sexual harassment will delay the progress of the entire team, Chief."
Hmm? Oh, of course I didn't touch the plate of snacks on the balcony afterwards. Monesha was right. The character of insects will certainly change. I watched the cleaner come over to clean it up and throw it away before leaving. We are not children anymore. Monesha's concern is just unnecessary.
This incident did not fail to further deteriorate our relationship.
In fact, quite the opposite: just one week after this exchange, our relationship took a significant turn.
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A week later, the radar technology department recalculated and generated 16.0 detection technology.
Whenever the radar department came up with new technology, they had to immediately bring their portable motherboards and code to my department and apply for cooperative testing.
Because Monesha brought Ross Technology and his clever ideas to invest in Sibyl, the radar department's cooperative testing changed from once a year to once a month.
Guessing when the radar test department application will come in this month has become a more interesting hobby for me during my busy work period.
They didn't come at the beginning of every month, but a few days before the end of the month, hurriedly carrying portable motherboards to my department. The person in charge of the radar department told me anxiously and ecstatically that their latest radar code not only expanded the detection range of the Eye of Sibyll, but also the accuracy of detecting monster tides soared to 40%.
This is a very surprising data!
When I heard it clearly, I almost followed the radar department's instructions in a daze, but I quickly reacted and asked, "What new reaction led to the successful breakthrough of the algorithm?"
The radar department's responsible insect stepped back, and the scientific research insects that were huddled together behind him also stepped aside one by one. Among them, I saw Monesa carrying a portable host briefcase.
He was panting lightly after running, his cheeks were visibly red, and some capillaries on the skin beside his ears were broken, but he did not feel any pain at all.
He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with a soft and harmless emotion, the kind of confusion that insects feel when something big happens and they subconsciously seek the voices of their relatives or familiar insects.
He raised his hand and showed me the black box in his hand.
A handcuff was locked between the black box handle and his wrist to ensure safety.
Representative, the right to use this black box host belongs to Monesa.
It means that the latest radar code algorithm was calculated by Monet.
He personally derived the new algorithm he had calculated from the scientific research factory and brought it over to input into the Eye of Sibyl.
I looked at him, and some words slipped out of my lips involuntarily, as if a younger worm had taken over my tongue.
"You did it again, you always have a way," I said.
This sentence is extremely inappropriate and full of a kind of subtle meaning.
But Monesha seemed to be lit by me at that time, and I briefly brought him back to the familiar time. He looked at me, moved his lips, and said: This again... He didn't finish.
He didn't even say a word. He briefly showed a dazed look and quickly closed it. He nodded to me and said, "Good day, Chief. This is the main chassis that contains the new algorithm."
But I know what the full picture of that sentence is.
When I was young, he enlightened me about science and technology. At that time, the world was full of unknowns in my eyes, and I was surprised by any knowledge. At first, Monessa despised my stupidity, and then proudly comforted me, saying, "What's so difficult about this? I teach you, don't be afraid of the unknown world, the truth will always pity the smart and hardworking insects."
When I was young, I couldn't learn, so he broke down each basic formula and explained it to me. I didn't understand, so he would slap my face in anger, but how strong could his hand be? If I wasn't relaxed, he couldn't even make my skin red.
Soon, after he slapped my face and made me red, he remembered that he had not yet taught me to recognize mathematical letters and the common language, and he almost immediately felt more sorry than he should have for his position.
At that time, Monesha wanted to reach out and touch my face, but he had hit me with that hand, so he hesitated for a moment, then moved his body closer to me and touched my red cheek with his cool and soft face.
He would ask, "Does it feel cooler? Does it still hurt?"
In fact, it didn't hurt at all when he hit me. As a young kid, I looked into his eyes and saw his emotional ups and downs were very obvious. He really hoped that he could compensate me for this, and he thought that would be compensation. So I followed his wish and said: It hurt at first, but after you stayed close to me for a while, it didn't hurt anymore. It's amazing.
Little Monesha was immediately delighted, but quickly restrained himself. His family tradition was to always talk about respectability and upbringing. Little Monesha was easily amused, but he would always quickly restrain himself. He would pretend to be calm and say, "Isn't that natural?" Cold and warm stimulate blood vessel contraction. Cold compress is one of the most commonly used methods to reduce swelling and pain. This is not a difficult knowledge point to understand. What's so magical about it?
For a long time at that time, I always smiled and said: So that's how it is, Young Master, you always have a way.
Little Monesa would immediately send happiness from her eyes, and her joy and smile would turn into fine spring rain, nourishing and embracing poor me.
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At that time, as the chief, I was distracted at an inappropriate time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. Monesha quickly took a half step back, stood behind a tall colleague, untied the handcuffs that protected the host computer, and handed them to the colleague.
I came to my senses and immediately picked up the most common mask worn by insects. I looked at Monesa, who was standing still with her eyes downcast, and said to the radar technology department, "The new algorithm should be introduced into the Eye of Sibyl. It should be derived by the algorithm. This is your right. No one can stop you from standing before the glory of truth."
No one objected. They chattered excitedly, bumping shoulders and fists with each other. Some radar department researchers whispered excitedly to Monesha, "Go up quickly, quickly, touch the Eye of Sibyl in person, and your name will soon be engraved on the wall of honor displayed to the outside world!"
Yes, I say this to every researcher who contributes to the Eye of Sibyl. I invite them to stand beside the Eye of Sibyl, carve their names on the Wall of Honor displayed outside Area 13, and use the reputation without substance to drive them to work for me like slaves.
Monesha dislikes me and hates me, but he will not reject knowledge because of selfish emotions. He nodded and took the initiative to walk towards me.
I quickly led the radar team members into the most strictly guarded area in the closed zone, where the Eye of Sibyl was stored.
Well, because all the information records of the Eye of Sibyl entity are written into the confidentiality agreement, even if I retire, I can't tell you anything about the Eye of Sibyl entity.
Anyway, after I took them through numerous checks, the bug that finally boarded the Sibyl mainframe with me was Monesa.
I watched him follow the process step by step to import the new radar code into the mainframe of the Sybil Eye.
Then, I stood next to Monesa and used the same large keyboard on the same machine with him, operating the machine's virtual keyboard synchronously to activate the Eye of Sibyl.
We stood side by side, looking up at the new radar data that turned into a string of holographic photon messages and merged into the holographic projection of the Eye of Sibyl high above the factory. The radar data turned into a string of glowing birds, and then into a row of swimming fish, and was wrapped up in the arms of the vast and precise Sibyl, connected to the data, and transformed into a part of the body.
Within seconds, the Eye of Sibyl was installed, the radar was activated, and the test was run. A minute later, "He" gave two new coordinates.
One is 16h1m40s, 90°15'50.78 - a medium tide on October 5th.
One is 2h21m49s, 89°15'50.78" - a catastrophic tide on October 11th.
The moment these two precise star zone coordinates were written by the Eye of Sibyl, I couldn't help but murmur: "The Eye of Sibyl has never written down such complete star zone coordinates."
The two new coordinates are so complete that the corresponding planets can be found immediately by simply entering them into a star map search.
In the past, the success rate of the Eye of Sibyll's search was only 10% because a standard star region coordinate had more than 20 numbers, and "He" could only write about 5 of them.
The radar formula that Monesha recalculated was not 40% of the ghost, but 100%.
Of course, I wasn't so sure at the time, but later these two coordinate star regions really did experience corresponding monster tides, and now I can accurately say that, yes, he calculated the radar code 100%.
Back to that time, back to the moment when the Eye of Sibyl wrote the prediction, Monesha and I forgot the complicated grudges between us. We reached out to each other and held each other tightly.
Just like when we were children, we closed our eyes, breathed in unison, and looked hard at the corner of the world that was revealed to us. Therein lay the truth and the laws that make up the world.
Prophecy, a skill originally belonging to the gods in the classics.
Now, it fell in front of Monesha and me.
I provided a fertile soil, and the aura of Monesa was the nectar that poured down. The war AI Sibyl's Eye was like a germinating seed, officially breaking out of its shell.
At that moment, I looked into Sybil's eyes and suddenly tears came down.
It is a great, incomparable, entity of truth.
He was born stepping on my heart, my blood, everything I worked for.
"congratulations."
That was Monesha's voice.
I turned to look at him in a daze.
His eyes showed a long-lost peace and joy after restraint.
Monesha said softly, "The Eye of Sibyl is born. It will change the history of our entire race. From now on, we don't have to worry about fear anymore."
"It is a very meaningful thing. Even if the world collapses and everything turns to dust, the stone tablet with your name engraved on it will still shine."
In the future, I must do something meaningful to make the world remember me. This is what I told him when I was young.
I couldn't think of any words at that moment. Originally, I could take advantage of the situation to change his impression of me. Monesa is very tolerant of knowledgeable Zerg, and I have too many words that are suitable for this moment. Monesa's attitude towards me has softened, and this is a good opportunity to press the advantage.
But in the end, I said, “I told you I could do it.”
"I can. Look, I did it." When I was young, I boasted to you that I would do a great cause of extraordinary significance.
At that moment, I didn't use any words, and I even spoke a little stiffly.
I said it three times, each time softer than the last.
“I told you I could do it.”
Mo Nesha didn't say anything else. He tugged at my tightly grasped hand, but when it didn't twitch, he left it alone. Instead, he said something lightly and walked outside to let go.
Our relationship officially broke the ice at that time. ]
[I checked the coordinates in the article, and they are real. They are in the Southern Cross region! Is Fate mixing real-life materials again? ]
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[On October 5, a medium-sized monster tidal wave broke out in the Southern Cross region. The Seventh Legion was on the front line, and there are still armed forces on duty there.]
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[I also checked the coordinates of the second IP address, and it turned out to be the coordinates of the northern border of the Eastern Tiangong Star Region? October 11th, which is tomorrow. But there has never been a catastrophic monster tide there? It's so funny, Fate, you can mix up the materials, but you can even write the date wrong. ]
Most of the audience in the comment section laughed, but the Legion Zerg who were more concerned about the war situation became sensitive. Suddenly, many Legion Zerg who were diving and spying on the screen switched to military accounts to send messages to their comrades/superiors/headquarters.
Because Fate's live broadcast room had a huge audience base, the departure of one-tenth of the Legion Zerg audience did not cause any splash at all, and the comment section was as lively and noisy as usual.
Especially, the next second, the host Fate ignited them again.
@Fit: […
But the ice-breaking only lasted for one night, and before sunset the next day, our relationship deteriorated again.
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【?】【ah?】
[…][I thought of a lot of reasons but none of them made sense. There is only one possibility that would make Monet Shage explode… You, damn it, would never really stick out your tongue to lick Monet Shage＊￥％￥％! ]
At the same second! The pixelated man in a suit walked out with a paragraph of text that seemed to have been copied from the comments section.
@Fite: […
Well, I have offended Monesa again. If it is exposed, I can barely defend myself against the charge of sexual harassment.
Haha, it definitely doesn’t matter now, after all, I’m already married to Monesa.
Ah, of course it can't be sexual harassment in the broad sense.
Your speculation has offended me, but since my wording was indeed inappropriate, I forgive your slip of the tongue.
The situation was like this. The Sibyl Project had achieved a phased victory, and we were holding a celebration speech when the Alliance quickly sent a team to inspect. Among the team were some members of large families who I found very troublesome at the time.
In the phased project plan report, I did not hide any of the credit that belonged to Monesa Ross. At least one-third of those big family members came from Monesa.
But I couldn't talk to Monesa about this straight away. Although he seemed to be improving himself these days, his inner character remained the same. He was arrogant and stubborn, and was easily provoked by others.
Especially, he was very tired during that period.
I was worried that he would be caught by those difficult big family bugs in verbal attacks under impulse, and then he would sign some embarrassing verbal contracts, which would lead to further mental stress and physical and mental harm.
If I tell him directly about the United Alliance dispatch team, he will definitely be stubborn and insist on staying.
At that time, after receiving the news, I could only think of an undignified but very effective way to persuade him to leave. My goal was to get Monesha to leave the celebration meeting immediately.
So, in the celebration conference room, in the solemn and dignified atmosphere protected by tens of thousands of scientific research insects, I stretched out my legs and gently rubbed Monesa's calves, which were also together under the table, with the toe of my leather shoes.
He was one of the heroes of this celebration banquet. He was sitting in the first seat on my right, not far from me. My legs were long enough that the tips of my shoes could not only touch his calves, but could also gently slide up along his suit pants and touch the socks he wore and buckled tightly on his calves.
Well, haha, of course, Monesha froze for a moment.
He widened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at me.
I could see shocked confusion and a madman look in his eyes.
After all, the celebration was very formal. I sat in the main seat in the conference room, wearing the highest-standard ceremonial uniform, and on my left chest was a medal of technological honor that I had won over the years. Just ten seconds ago, I had read the sacred book of Prometheus's laws into the microphone on the table.
Ten seconds later, the head of the radar department is speaking, reading out their work experience over the past month.
The next step is for me to give a speech praising the heroes of this project and personally carve their names on the honorary stone tablet hanging on the main wall of the conference room.
But in the gap before the next step, I stretched my legs under the table and rubbed Monesa's legs. Monesa thought it was normal for me to be crazy.
At first, he even wanted me to calm down. He tried to turn his head as carefully as possible and said something to me without moving his lips. But I just looked at him with a smile and rubbed his calf with the tip of my shoe.
The tip of my shoe rubbed up along his ankle and touched the strap of his sock.
Monesha's family style is traditional, and some clothing accessories are like his second skin, such as brooches, necklaces, earrings, ornate tie pins and sock clips to fasten half-leg socks.
I poked his stocking with the tip of my shoe, and the stocking was pushed up, then bounced back, hitting Monesa's calf silently and gently.
Monesha's expression at that time could only be described as terrifying.
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The comment section of the live broadcast room was suddenly filled with a large number of question marks, comparable to a tsunami and flood.
[Where did you rub your feet under the Monet Sand Pavilion? ? ? ]
[Use your feet? Use your feet!? I found out that I can flirt with you with my feet!?]
[This is illegal harassment! !] […] [Scientific research bugs, you better install surveillance cameras under all conference tables immediately! !]
The comments section was full of crazy people, but the Berling family was still calm and frightened!
When they looked at the latest text describing the big family members, their mentality was suddenly infected by the protagonist's speaking habits!
The Bellin Zerg: Haha, haha, haha, hahaha, Mr. Fate, that big family member who seems to have a 99% chance of appearing as a villain, can't he be the supporting role customized for our family?
The next second, the host Fate lit another firecracker.
@Fite:［TBC.］
The anchor wrote down the key moment and announced that he would take a break and go off the air.
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