Chapter 587 The Strange Records of Blackrock Station
While Yu Sheng was taking the little doll to the "Alice Embassy" on the border to apologize, and the atmosphere at the inn was as chaotic as ever, in the distant Flying Feather Starfield, a group of star scholars from Alglade were navigating a vast, chaotic, and bizarre sea of data.
Faced with the "Black Rock Space Station," a pioneering laboratory "poached" from the Black Dot Group, the Star Scholars were so engrossed in their work that they neglected to eat or sleep.
After all, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for outsiders to touch the true technological secrets of the Black Dot Group—this massive armed research group has been advancing on a path that is beyond the comprehension of the world for far too long, even leaving their original mother race and Alglade society far behind.
Their pioneering labs operate some of the most dangerous projects in the world, their databases hold cosmic mysteries that have almost reached the limits of sanity, and even the smallest technological artifacts leaked from the Black Dot logistics network can fetch astronomical prices on the black markets of various star sectors—and all these secrets are normally protected by fearless clone troop legions, swarms of intelligent drones, and fortress artillery. These Black Dot warlords value their "technological assets" so much that even their labs themselves are armed to the teeth and usually have multiple self-destruct mechanisms for final protection.
It is said that even the scholars of Terra are full of curiosity about these pioneering laboratories, but they are helpless to do anything about them.
But now, an unprecedentedly wonderful situation has arisen—the heavily guarded Vanguard Laboratory has been breached from within, its core guard has been expelled from the space station and disarmed at a distant border, the Supreme Commander has been captured in her own base camp, and even more remarkably, she has turned around and dismantled the space station's self-destruct system herself...
When the Star Scholars first arrived, they were taken aback by the living space station. But from the second day onward, they abandoned sleep like jeepmen who had fallen into a catnip warehouse. They used a mind-clearing spell, injected stimulants, and went straight to work. The group of them stayed in the server room like immortals, working like they were cultivating immortality—almost scaring the real immortals outside the server room. Even Mo Ran was afraid that these international friends would suddenly die in the space station.
After all, a group of Alglade Star Scholars, each with a noble title in the neighboring star system, if a few of them were to die suddenly here, it could easily turn into an interstellar conflict.
Fortunately, she later personally checked the physical condition of these experts and scholars and found that everyone's vital signs were quite good—it can only be said that as a kind of "elf", their health bars are indeed stronger than those of ordinary races.
A few days after a group of Star Scholars went into the computer room, Mo Ran was summoned to the space station by an urgent communication from them.
This is a compartment located near the Rift Laboratory, the largest of the several data nodes within the space station. The Star Scholars have not yet figured out the structure of the entire Blackrock Station and the secrets deep within its systems, but from the parts of the database that have already been deciphered, they seem to have discovered something extraordinary.
Wearing a black gauze dress, Mo Ran walked into the server room, her gaze quickly landing on a tall figure: "Master Alvin, I heard you've discovered some suspicious activity?"
The tall Algled man with light blue robes and long light gold hair was the leader of the Star Scholars. He was still full of energy, exuding the vigor of an stimulant and a brain that had been plugged in. He pointed to the center of the computer room: "Miss Mo Ran, we have unlocked part of the log system - there are some unusual records in addition to the normal log files."
Mo Ran looked in the direction the other person was pointing and saw a large cylindrical device in the center of the server room. Holographic projections around the device were constantly updating internal data that should have been inaccessible. Several other Star Scholars were connecting hacking devices to several data interfaces of the large device. Noticing Mo Ran's gaze, one of the ladies, wearing a light gold dress, nodded slightly and casually operated her data terminal a few times: "Listen to this."
A strange murmur, mixed with layers of noise, echoed in the huge computer room.
Mo Ran frowned as he listened: "It sounds like just noise?"
“It sounds like noise—but it’s actually the space station’s ‘log,’” the astrophysicist known as Master Alvin said immediately. “It’s just that it’s not a log left by the space station’s ‘normal systems’ or by the staff here, but… by the space station itself, by its own ‘memory.’”
"The space station itself?" Mo Ran frowned. "Isn't that the space station's own recording system? But you also said that's not..."
“No, no, no, I know this is a bit hard to understand… but I’m referring to something like a ‘machine soul,’ something more akin to life than the artificial intelligence on a space station, a brief awakening,” Master Alvin quickly explained, seemingly struggling to organize his thoughts. “You know what? This space station once came to life…”
Mo Ran frowned subconsciously: "It's still alive now."
“I know it’s alive now because it’s under the control of that ‘Angel Hunter’ right now—but I mean before that,” Alvin said, spreading his arms to indicate a very short distance. “It was probably during the collapse of the Boundary Bridge, before it was taken over by that ‘Angel Hunter,’ during some extremely brief moment—perhaps even a moment too brief to be observed—that the entire space station…became a living being.”
Mo Ran's expression was somewhat strange. She gradually became serious and stared into the eyes of the Star Scholar.
Master Alvin reached for a data terminal and pointed at it a few times, which directly projected a holographic image into the air.
Mo Ran's gaze instantly sharpened.
The scene presented an endless chaos, yet a series of enormous phantoms floated in the depths of the chaos—they seemed to be many indescribable, deformed monsters, and fragments like wrecked remains. Countless such remains surrounded the area, like a group of sharks attracted by a bloody scent in the dark deep sea. Even though it was just such a blurry and still illusion, it seemed to exude endless chill, making even a cultivator with a firm will like Mo Ran feel a strong sense of foreboding.
"This is..." she began instinctively, her voice unconsciously lowering considerably.
“That’s the ‘noise’ you just heard,” Alvin said. “At first we couldn’t figure out how to translate the sound. The space station’s own operating system couldn’t recognize it at all. But then we realized… it was actually a ‘psychic shock,’ a massive life form’s instinctive memory of images in a state of tension and anxiety.”
"And this enormous life form is the 'Black Rock Space Station'."
Alvin let out a soft breath, raised his hand, and pointed around.
"If my bold guess is correct, at the moment the boundary bridge began to collapse, all the spacetime rifts went out of control, and the Black Rock Space Station disappeared from everyone's sight, the Black Rock Station probably broke away from our known universe. Some other chaotic data in the system log seems to have recorded this brief 'cross-boundary teleportation,' in which the Black Rock Space Station 'came back to life' and witnessed the terrifying scene outside the universe."
"It's the scene you just saw."
"I suggest you don't dwell on what you just saw, and don't make too many connections—although these simple records themselves don't have the effect of mental pollution, if they really point to things outside the universe... then our wild thoughts might attract their attention."
"After all, neither you nor I have the power of an 'Angel Hunter'."
Mo Ran remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings with a sense of inexplicable awe.
Some strange feelings and associations arose uncontrollably from the bottom of her heart—she realized that this massive space station had once been part of the Boundary Bridge, and when the Boundary Bridge began to collapse, the entire Black Rock Station was sent out of the universe by some kind of "emergency escape" mechanism, and sent to the place where the Boundary Bridge was originally born.
In that instant, steel transformed into flesh and blood, and a spirituality sprouted within the program. A chaotic torrent of data surged through the ever-expanding and revitalizing server array—an unexpected "exile" caused the Blackrock Space Station to undergo rapid revitalization and distortion, and in the process, it briefly became one of the angels.
But this process only lasted a short time. The completely collapsed boundary bridge obviously failed to complete this "teleportation". The space station, which was thrown out of the world, quickly returned to the observable universe. It only "lived" for a moment that could not be observed or recorded - and this moment of "life" left it with only terror.
It then imprinted the scene it witnessed in its fear into the system log.
“…I will report what you have discovered to the True Lord truthfully,” Mo Ran quickly dispelled the somewhat dangerous images in his mind and sealed the related thoughts away from his mind. “In addition, you should not continue to deal with this data… This matter is too dangerous. The True Lord sent word earlier that he will soon arrange for someone who is truly familiar with this space station to come and help. Until she arrives, it would be best for everyone to rest for a while.”
The several astrology scholars looked at each other.
Clearly, they didn't want to rest, but Mo Ran's words made too much sense, and they couldn't find a reason to refute them.
After all, those present were Star Scholars who dealt with "cutting-edge knowledge" every day. Although they hadn't yet reached the level of Black Dot scientists who could weld detonators and saw light bulbs, many of them were basically in a realm where they were only a piece of paper away from dark psionic energy and subspace. Half a step forward was like dancing in a minefield, and one step forward was like entering the Black Dot Group's human resources department. Everyone knows what I mean.
(End of this chapter)
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