Chapter. 23. Heir of Gedroits, Field (10)
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Taang!
Gunshots are a sound that anyone living in the wasteland has no choice but to become familiar with. The fact that I have survived until now means that I have faced guns aimed at me countless times and lead bullets have been thrown at them countless times.
That’s why experienced wasteland survivors tend to react immediately upon hearing gunshots, rather than panicking and causing confusion.
Taang!
Even before the echo of the first gunshot left, everyone fell flat in search of solid cover.
Taang!
By the time the second gunshot rang out, I had figured out the approximate direction and location of the gunfight and had decided to run to the other side.
Kwajangchang!
By the time the crushed Ticat was thrown into the corner of the room, he quickly stuffed every weapon within reach into his back pocket one by one in preparation for any battle he might get into while escaping.
The problem is that the shooting was actually the sound of Ian shooting a gun in a reflex reaction to a drone that suddenly took out heavy weapons. This is Old Man Woojin’s underground black market, and most of the things spread out on the stalls are dangerous murder weapons or mutant by-products that serve as their ingredients.
As a result, there was no chaos that would normally result from a crowd encountering a gunfight.
Kwaaaaak!
Sneak,
gulp!
Instead, a tragic scene unfolded as hundreds of people, in a state of extreme tension, moved tactically towards the exit of the narrow black market, ready to shoot and kill an unidentified person who would pop out from around the corner at any time.
Naturally, the risk was hundreds of times higher than that of general chaos. If you suddenly encounter someone with a gun in a situation where you don’t know who the shooter is, a person in the wasteland will choose to eliminate any danger by drilling a hole in the other person’s head.
The moment someone who is a little more nervous than others pulls the trigger, the black market turns into a killing field where everyone randomly shoots each other.
Gulp gurgle-
clack!
“I see you often. Professor Park and Desmont.”
“I’m sorry….”
“Fuck you.”
That’s why Ian and I were called into President Young’s office.
“Densely populated area within the city. A shootout in a dark room with half-limited visibility, when more than half of the surrounding goods are ready-to-use murder weapons. I’m not asking this out of anger, but I’m asking this seriously. Did you receive orders from Raptor? To cause chaos inside the dome?”
“Hmm. It happened because something was blocked, right? “My old man planted quite a lot of Prakchi in the black market.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Isn’t the black market an open space that everyone knows about? “Our agents were just shopping for personal reasons.”
“Really? Indeed, he is an agent of the Inspection Department who is known for being a regular soldier! We even go shopping in squads! As soon as the situation broke out, he quickly waved the badge of the inspection department to control the civilians, and at the same time, without even looking back, half of them rushed to the hospital room where Professor Park was and took him to the administration, saying that the safety of VIPs was the top priority. Are you very brave? huh?”
“Thank you for the compliment. It would be better if it was done in front of the members of the inspection department. A compliment from ‘that’ Ian Desmont would be a great help in boosting the morale of the agents.”
Pap-duk!
I’m thinking about it now, but if Ian grinds his teeth like that every time, sooner or later he’ll have to replace all of his upper teeth with metal as well.
Actually, the relationship between me and the president wasn’t that bad, but the relationship between Ian and the president was quite acrimonious. It seems that he has grown to dislike Director Young quite a bit since realizing that he restricted our information and sent us on missions during the Area 38 incident.
I don’t know what else happened during the few months I was playing 3 World with Data Soul, but when I came out, I saw that President Young called Ian ‘Desmont’ instead of ‘Metal Joe’, and Ian said ‘Hey’ to President Young. ‘We ended up calling each other things like ‘What are you doing?’
When I asked him a little, he said, ‘If this is the level of closeness between two military groups that split up supplies under the same tent,’ he said. It looks like the two have met and talked separately before.
“…I’ll stop chatting here. “First of all, an expert’s opinion has been released regarding the recovered drone.”
President Young, brushing away his flowing hair as if to change the mood, spoke while showing the poor administration scientist the report he had received in 10 minutes.
“No signs of hacking. It appears to be an operation manual for additional emergencies that occur when all operation circuits are cut off as a defense device against armed response hacking attempts. All internal circuits are burned out and core functions cannot be restored. That’s it.”
Tak-
“If you have any special information regarding the contents of this report, I would like you to share it. For example, it is an old-fashioned high-end drone that is several generations ahead of the drones made using all of the current dome technology. “More specifically, it is a long-distance communication device inside a drone that makes it impossible to track the signal destination no matter how much you track it.”
“….Alexander Young. Doesn’t the way you talk seem quite rude? “Why do you think we might become raptor agents?”
“I am talking about the possibilities of machines, not the possibility of defection. As in the current situation, didn’t high-performance devices brought in from outside cause unrest regardless of Professor Park’s or BDSM’s intentions? Can we be sure that the drone didn’t get out of control before then? Since when did you own that? Why can’t anyone but Professor Park access the internal data? What is in it that even if you put all the famous engineers in the dome, you can barely infer traces of functional changes and not even make a single scratch on the program firewall? Desmont: As the person responsible for the entire population residing in the dome, I must assume all situations regardless of my personal preferences. “I thought you would understand if you were once a leader.”
Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
“Having that area of calculation covered and extending your hand is called ‘trust.’ You bastard who is an actor but a leader.”
When President Young raised his glass, Ian responded by spitting thick phlegm into his own glass.
“Hmm. If I’m going to do more, I’ll just go and get some sleep. “There’s no need for a judge, right?”
visor. Chaeng.
I interrupted their sharp conversation by clinking my glasses against both Ian’s glass with phlegm and the President’s glass with ice.
“let’s see. First of all, the drone TCAT-3000 came to me on its own not long after I broke up with you yesterday. “Even though the functions are different, the classification itself is a GG transport drone.”
Raptor. Server room. my authority. War. Sisters of the World Tree.
From the chaotic black market to the time I arrived at the administration, my mind was full of them.
‘Apparently someone was trying to send a message via drone.’
There was a lot of noise and it was difficult to understand, but some necessary keywords were given.
[Answer for you / Prime-completer Professor Park encounters.]
[Answer / Doomsday device / Collector / Passed down.]
As of now, the sentences that can clearly understand are limited.
‘Prime/Complete Professor Park. Since it said [for you], it means that it identified me as the person who obtained server room permissions.’
[solution]. I couldn’t make any sense of words like [Doomsday Device] that seemed to have something to them, but I understood one thing later.
‘Collector. It’s a name I’ve heard of before. Apparently, during the Area 38 incident… I remember hearing about it from a Type 3 mutant who introduced himself as W.’
Shit. If Hyde had been there, he would have found out exactly when and where the conversation took place. As of now, all I can remember is that I vaguely heard it somewhere in Area 38. What is certain is that the name came from the mouths of a union of artists who called themselves ‘suitable people’.
Now, a piece of sloppy but excellent related information called 『Type 3 Variant – Artists’ Union – Collector』 was created.
‘And [Collector. A girl who looks exactly like the World Tree appears on the screen with the message, ‘It is passed down.’
‘Apparently he was facing me through Ticat’s vision. Given the circumstances, there is a high possibility that the being who looks exactly like the World Tree is the Collector.’
This leads to 『Type 3 Variant – Artists’ Union – Collector – Sisters of the World Tree』. Since it is the sister of the World Tree, it is naturally related to the World Tree, and since the World Tree is the core manager artificial intelligence of GG –
『Type 3 Variant – Artists’ Association – Collector – Sister of the World Tree – World Tree (GG Manager) – Ged In other words, an endlessly expanding mind map called ‘
Reutz’s Game – Andrey Gedreutz…’ is completed.
Just when my head was exploding with these thoughts, I and Ian entered President Young’s office. While Ian was developing a sparkling friendship with President Young… I was finally able to organize my thoughts.
Alexander Young.
How much will be revealed to the leader of the Dome, who sacrificed his all for the sole purpose of restoring the shining movies of the past, and how far will it be revealed to
him who committed moral taboos such as Old Picture Under the Dome for that purpose and deceived his allies for the sake of the Dome like in District 38. Thinking about whether to hide it or not.
“It seemed like the specifications were too high to be classified as a transportation drone.”
“To be exact, it’s like a communication module that was attached to me from ‘the other side’ when I took over most of the legacy and authority left behind by Gedreutz. Of course, it’s not technology of this era. “It’s something that Gedroitz prepared for the outcome of the damn Perfection Plan.”
“It’s a communication module. “It’s a kind of remote control that allows you to freely use the authority of the Gedreuts Company that has been handed over to you.”
President Young nods as if it makes sense. As expected, he knew about Gedreutz’s plan to become a completer. She is the District 47 Dom who has been supporting Rabbit for a long time, so she must have heard about GG’s secret situation to some extent. It’s like a simple psychological trap that determines the level of trust the other person has in you based on whether they are willing to reveal or hide confidential information. Rather than an act of trying to find out something, it seems like a habit that was built into the life of President Young.
That’s why I can’t tell everything to President Young.
He is someone I really like and can trust as an ally.
I am only an ally, and what President Young follows is not me, but the cause of ‘reproducing the glory of the old days.’
“Yes. As I said before, thanks to this, I can use my hands, feet, or eyes to transport drones that move around all over the place. Thanks to this, I was able to find several scenes that would be very interesting to President Young.”
“…Small but clear traces of tank tracks. “The fact that you showed this to me means that this isn’t the only trace you found, right?”
“It’s difficult right now, but soon enough data will be collected to pinpoint the location.”
“That’s sad. “Looking ahead to the next five years, the urban development plan, refugee acceptance plan, dome nationalization policy, etc., which our administration friends stayed up all night working on, have all become tinderboxes.”
As soon as he saw the traces of the Raptor, his thoughts could be seen jumping to the possibility of tracking down the Raptor Society and then to war. As expected, there was not even the slightest hint of conflict or hesitation like me. As a person who has preserved traces of a civilized society in this world that has fallen so quickly, he has abandoned countless people who should have been abandoned. It must be different from me. surely.
“Well… you can get a general feel for this, right? It’s metal, you know? “Why did the drone detect the hacking attempt and go off on its own, then take my hand?”
“The raptor noticed the chase. “Has one of the widely distributed transport drones been caught in their hands?”
“Tsk. Raptors have a strange culture of extreme vigilance even between internal warlords. Thanks to this, Swarm Alpha, the corps-level leader, has a wiretapping electronic warfare unit called ‘Noisy Pack’ on alert 24 hours a day. They could at least dig up the commands entered into the transport drone. If it turns out that it is ‘searching for tank tracks left in the wasteland’, then of course I will go on a rampage like a guy who has hot sauce poured into his bladder.”
“Moreover, I couldn’t find the track marks beyond the damn sandstorm with the lens of a regular transport drone, so I had no choice but to order the GG transport drone to fly low. In a way, I think it was natural for the raptor to step on my tail.”
Reveal what needs to be revealed and hide what needs to be hidden.
No problem. Even if the Raptor Society’s Noisy Pack is a professional in electronic warfare, trained in World War III, will it be able to catch up with Gedreutz’s technology, which is already several generations ahead? If that had been possible, they would have found the server room coordinates by backtracking the transport drone signal, hacked it, and done everything else.
This means that hacking TCAT, which is directly connected to the GG server room, is almost impossible unless Gedreutz himself steps forward.
‘And the Type 3 mutants are a group of people who do impossible things that deviate from existing scientific knowledge.’
The Type 3 variant was beyond the realm of science I could understand. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to think of it as a type of mystery, like magic? If I rely on my meager scientific knowledge, I will be judging them within the wrong framework.
W, a suitable person, is someone who can freely teleport, something even the 3rd World Grand Wizard couldn’t do. I don’t know if it was teleportation or something I don’t know, but it was clearly capable of doing crazy things like breathing.
Noho buru. A humanoid mutant who wanted to die at the hands of a human he liked carried around a rotten tiger in his skin. Likewise, even if it deviates from the rules that a living creature must have, it still deviates for a long time.
‘Then, if the girl described as [Sisters Outside], the artificial intelligence world tree that created countless simulation worlds – is ignorantly connected to a large machine and screen with countless wires on her back – [she can manipulate any machine in the world at will] Even if [there is] ability, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.’
Perhaps this is the truth of the commotion that occurred in the black market hospital room a little while ago. The Collector, a type 3 variant of the Artists’ Union and the sister of the World Tree, used some kind of ability to hack the ticket and left a message for me. I had to choose that moment when I was in the black market hospital room.
Old Man Woojin and Ian are people who cannot help but be absolutely certain that they are not Dom’s greetings in the current situation. Because they each have their own private military group inside the dome. As you just saw, our relationship isn’t that good.
I can bet my heart that it was not a coincidence that the Collector left a message for me at a moment when two people who were absolutely not Dome’s collaborators were in a space where external interference was blocked.
The message left by the Artists’ Union is, ‘Dome will come to you with the coordinates of the last rescue signal shown without his knowledge.’ It’ll be about that much.
That’s probably the intention.
[Hae ….. Answer ….]
[You’re-Eo-Oh Ohoooo-]
The collector’s answer to me who was conflicting with a war with aepter.
The answer is above.
‘Beep- beep-’
The broken drone left a rescue signal and coordinates like a death message.
Although I don’t have Hyde, my memory isn’t so bad that I’ve forgotten a few coordinates.
“stomach. Up…”
“Hmm? What? “Is there something up there?”
“Oh, just talking to myself.”
(8744. 09. 248)
These are the coordinates the collector sent me. If you calculate it, it’s somewhere around the outskirts of area 25, which coincidentally is similar to the direction the raptor is heading.
(8744. 317. 42)
And these are the coordinates of a place that only I know yet.
‘Next Space. Coordinates of the unmanned spacecraft base arranged by Gedroitz.’
Unmanned simply means that all processes are automated and no personnel are needed from preparation to launch, and its function is to transport a spacecraft carrying people to ‘Next Space’, an orbital habitat where about 40 people can survive in space for several hundred years. To fire.
The coordinates sent by the Collector and the coordinates of Gedroitz’s spaceship base were only about 2.5km away.
[Youneuneuun- Weeeiroooo-]
“….space.”
War or wait and see?
As an answer to that question, the Artists’ Union suggested that I head to space.
Beyond that thick sandstorm and among the stars. A place where there is a server room that is no different from the Ark of Knowledge and the Cradle of Hope.
It was a suggestion that could not be simply ignored since we already knew that they were not just mutant monsters but something else related to the Gedreuts.
At least you should meet him. If you want to achieve the greedy future that I envision rather than the ordinary future that Alexander Young envisions, all you have to do is go a little too far and go down a dangerous path.
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