MM Racing Chapter 63 Entering the Starship
Chapter 63 Entering the Starship
Before the landing ramp, filled with the smell of burning, the storm squad's vice-captain clung tightly to the hem of Andy's bright yellow robe.
The veteran's hands were shaking.
Just seconds before, his six comrades, with whom he had spent every day, along with the heavy riot shields in their hands, were instantly cut in half by a high-energy laser.
A death without warning is enough to break down the psychological defenses of any mortal.
"My lord! You can't go!"
The vice-captain advised:
"That's a trap! The machine spirit on this starship is a madwoman! She'll kill you too!"
"Helios's army of several thousand couldn't break through; you going in alone is just suicide!"
Andy stopped in his tracks, his electronic eyes flashing blue light as he stared at the corpses on the ground that were still emitting the smell of roasted meat.
Although these six people died, most of their equipment was still intact.
In particular, the cylindrical objects hanging from his waist were molten metal grenades, a weapon used by the Imperial Defense Forces to deal with heavily armored targets.
Once detonated, it can generate temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius in a very short time, vaporizing everything it comes into contact with.
Andy bent down and precisely unfastened the buckle around the deceased's waist.
Andy strung together twelve molten grenades, like a heavy string of firecrackers, and hung them on the belt of his yellow robe.
As he moved, the grenades collided with each other, making a crisp "clanging" sound that was particularly jarring on the deathly silent slope.
"If it was a trap, why didn't those laser turrets wipe us out along with them?"
Andy finally spoke, his voice steady and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"But she didn't continue firing."
Andy pointed to the string of molten grenades dangling from his waist.
"And now I have this."
The deputy captain froze, staring at the string of high explosives powerful enough to destroy an entire compartment, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Andy's idea was simple, and also a bit thuggish.
The reason why the AI of this starship dares to recklessly bombard the outside with laser cannons is because the starship's outer shell armor is extremely thick, and it also has an energy shield, so the explosions outside are just a tickle to it.
Helios and his gang could only linger outside; they couldn't get in at all.
But now, the situation is different.
The AI proactively invited Andy inside.
This is like someone who has locked themselves in a bulletproof glass house suddenly opening the door for someone else carrying a bomb.
Once Andy entered the starship, he found it filled with a complex web of pipes and relatively fragile partitions.
If Andy detonates this string of molten grenades, the high-temperature jet will instantly burn through the floor, burn through the power transmission pipes below, and may even trigger a chain reaction, causing local energy overload.
For a starship AI with a high degree of self-awareness, this is an absolutely unacceptable internal injury.
Both sides understood each other implicitly.
I let you in because I was curious about you; but I brought in a bomb because I didn't trust you.
"Take the rest of the people and retreat to a safe distance."
Andy patted the vice-captain on the shoulder.
"Hold the ventilation shaft. If I don't come out within twenty hours as agreed, then detonate the entrance and bury this place."
After saying that, Andy didn't hesitate any longer.
He strode heavily over the still-smoking corpses and into the dark, deep boarding gate.
"Boom—"
Andy's figure disappeared into the darkness.
The heavy, airtight explosion-proof door behind me slowly slammed down with a dull thud, completely isolating me from the outside world.
……
Inside the starship.
The environment here is worse than Andy imagined.
There were no bright lights and pristine white corridors like those in science fiction movies, only the dim red glow of emergency lights casting mottled shadows on the dusty and rusty metal walls.
"Sizzle...feeding...sizzle...can you hear me?"
The woman's voice came through the communication channel again.
But this time, the sound quality was terribly bad.
The clear female voice that was originally playful yet slightly yandere has now become a broken, static microphone, with extremely strong white noise filling the background.
"Sizzle... Come in... Turn left... Sizzle... The third one... Sizzle..."
Andy wanted to frown, but he couldn't.
"Inefficient".
Since we are all silicon-based life forms, or at least consciousnesses that depend on electronic devices for existence.
Why still use radio, such an extremely inefficient, primitive, and easily interfered-with communication method?
Keep in mind that this is inside a starship, with exposed high-voltage cables and still-operating reactor components everywhere, resulting in extremely high levels of electromagnetic interference.
Using a radio in this environment is like shouting at someone a hundred meters away in a storm—pure torture.
Shouldn't the normal plot be that as soon as Andy enters, the other party should send a data handshake request?
Then the two parties establish an encrypted peer-to-peer data link.
In that case, whether it's transmitting maps, exchanging information, or even hurling insults at each other, it can all be done in microseconds, and with perfect clarity.
But now, the starship's main AI is still playing a "guess what I'm going to say" game with Andy using this broken radio.
There are only two possibilities.
Either she's faking it, deliberately using this method to conceal some core characteristic of herself, or she's toying with Andy.
Either her communication module is broken, or her core protocol may not support this kind of data interaction at all.
Either way, it annoyed Andy.
The core of his logic was getting slightly warm from dealing with this meaningless noise.
Andy stopped walking.
He stood at a T-junction, looking at the identical dark corridors on both sides.
"Sizzle...why...sizzle...not moving?"
The female voice on the channel was still trying to penetrate the static interference.
Andy did not reply.
He raised his hand, extended the data probe on his finger, and waved it in the air.
The meaning is obvious.
Provide an API or send a handshake packet; don't give me this nonsense.
But the other party seemed not to understand at all, or pretended not to understand.
"Tsk... Oh... Don't be shy... Tsk... Keep going..."
Andy's electronic eyes narrowed slightly.
You're being ungrateful, aren't you?
He directly cut off the communication channel's receiving function.
The world is finally peaceful.
Then, Andy turned on the external speaker.
"I can't listen to this anymore."
The simple sentence echoed in the enclosed metal corridor, causing dust to fall from above, but the volume was not loud enough for people outside the starship to hear it.
"I know you're watching me."
"I also know you have physical vehicles that can move."
"Aren't you tired of this trick of hiding in the back and whispering on the radio?"
Andy placed his hand on the string of molten grenades at his waist, making an extremely dangerous gesture.
"If I don't see anything that can talk normally within five minutes, I'll just find a main heat pipe and shove this thing in."
"I mean what I say."