Tang Yibu opened the door of the heater and took out the two metal lunch boxes. The two boxes are similar in size, except that one has "For Androids Only" printed on it. He wiped his hands and put the box on the table, with the grace of a waiter in a fancy restaurant.

"Dinner is hot." Tang Yibu greeted.

The "window" at the top of the room was still showing a false blue sky and artificial sunlight when he left, and now the display pattern has been replaced by a moonlit starry sky. The lights in the house are just right, and there is even a few cool breezes. It was more like an ordinary suburban room than a cramped underground room.

Ruan Xian sat beside the bed and snorted briefly. A metal box the size of a cigarette case was resting on his lap, and light was projected from the box, opening a clear rectangular light screen at a suitable position in front of him.

"If you don't eat, I can help you eat your share." Tang Yibu reminded intimately. "After all, your current psychology is biased towards humans, and those pictures are not suitable for viewing before meals."

Ruan Xian then looked up at the other party.

Less than half an hour ago.

Regarding Guan Haiming's speech, he was indeed in a trance for a moment, but he forcibly held back his composure, and in the end he just nodded silently. Considering that "Ruan Lijie" had lost part of his memory, Dr. Guan dug out this thing from the garbage-like mechanical hill and stuffed it into his hand.

Guan Haiming called this metal box the "Introduction Manual for Shade Refuge".

"There have been a lot of people who have applied for memory erasure for a while. There is enough information in it. I believe it can answer all your questions." .

Then he finally succeeded in driving them away.

After returning to the room, Ruan Xian studied the so-called introduction manual - in fact, Tang Yibu was right, the information about the end times really made him lose all his appetite.

The light screen did not flicker at all and was extremely clear. The people on the screen struggled forward and ran away screaming, before being caught by a machine the size of a double-decker bus behind them and stuffed into a metal box the size of a coffin. After a painful struggle and screams, the metal box was opened again, and only a small amount of dust burst out from the inside.

Then the next one, and the next one. First old people and children who can't move fast enough, then strong young men and women. The roofs of vehicles stuck in the road were torn open, and the people in the cars were pulled out one by one. The mother with the baby in her arms was squeezed into a metal box and turned into dust, without any mercy.

Not only the ground, but the sky is also filled with neatly packed machinery. The soundproof glass of high-rise buildings was shattered, and people with VR equipment or in pajamas were caught unsuspectingly by mechanical grippers and stuffed into cramped crates that symbolized destruction.

The mechanical gripper is connected to the metal hose, which is pervasive, flexible and powerful. The capture position is high in the sky, and no one can break free.

The endless screams of despair sent a chill down Ruan Xian's back. And the "people" or machines beside people just stood there, unmoved, watching their masters go to destruction.

The name given to this message in the manual is "Twenty-Second Century Rebellion"—a bloody, globally synchronized rebellion without the slightest warning. The main brain, mul-01, which is supposed to handle all artificial intelligence behaviors, tested and debugged by scientists all over the world, suddenly went out of control.

Overnight, a dark and thick dead wall was erected from the ground, isolating all above-ground transportation hubs. Countless killing machines drove out or flew away from the abandoned warehouse, and all the artificial intelligence stopped their work and began to assist them in encircling and destroying humans.

Electricity, communication and network systems were also completely paralyzed the moment the rebellion began.

All the traffic lights went out, and all the public institutions that depended on electricity were in chaos. Except for the killing machines that crowded houses and harvested lives on the streets, all electrical equipment without special batteries stopped working. The footage is from a bird's-eye view and may have been recorded by a drone with a battery installed.

Perhaps it is because of relying on electricity and the network for too long, and all means of communication are lost in an instant, and the reaction speed of human beings has not been able to keep up.

The dust left by the corpse floated under the blue sky, and the crowd fell down like rice grains that had been harvested. From the heights, the slaughter may even be called orderly, except for the fact that no flesh is left, the scene is a bit like a highly automated livestock slaughter factory.

Ruan Xian gradually couldn't hold back his nausea. He could clearly feel that his limbs were gradually getting colder, and the cold sweat made the Vault uniform stick to his back. So he forced himself to turn his attention to places other than people—

The appearance of the building is not much different than what Ruan Xian was familiar with, and there are obvious traces of reconstruction. The recording time shows December 31, 2100, which is the evening peak.

Stop the screen for a few seconds and observe it carefully. Ruan Xian opened the catalogue, frowned and turned back.

Similar videos come from all over the world with similar content. He took a breath, and was about to cut back to continue watching, when a hand holding chopsticks suddenly appeared on the screen, with warm light brown meat pieces on the chopsticks.

"Let's have something to eat." Tang Yibu said earnestly, if it weren't for the fact that the words became vague due to chewing, they might have seemed more sincere. "I suggest that you change the directory to 02-0001, that content looks more comfortable. Doomsday footage and intros are better for bedtime stories."

Ruan Xian stared at the pair of chopsticks poking out of the bloody picture and the meat with some soup on the chopsticks, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit.

"You ate a few bites of dry biscuits during the day today, and you need more vitamins and protein." The pair of chopsticks poked firmly in front of his nose.

"No..." As soon as Ruan Xian opened his mouth, Tang Yibu took the opportunity to stuff the meat into his mouth.

"If you must know, I can tell you the story behind." Seeing Ruan Xian's expression that he didn't spit, nor did he spit, Tang Yibu swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Some humans just happened to be operating in sparsely populated places; some humans got into the medical dormant warehouse, shielded their vital signs, and were then abandoned in the garbage dump... In short, people who survived through various means gradually gathered and organized various All kinds of shelters."

"On the other hand, artificial intelligence occupied the city and continued to hunt humans. They transformed a lot of creatures at the same time, and mutant monsters such as cockroaches appeared rapidly - these are the outline of the doomsday information provided in the manual."

Tang Yibu said and handed over the whole lunch box: "02-0001 is an introduction to the shelter, and it is more suitable for meals."

Ruan Xianshi swallowed the meat in his mouth and took the lunch box with both hands. The lunch box is divided into four square grids, one of which contains a hard-boiled egg, and the remaining three—

"Bean stewed rabbit meat, mashed potatoes and salted vegetables." Tang Yibu introduced, his eyes lit up.

Ruan Xian sighed, resignedly dialed the manual page number to 02-0001, and picked up his chopsticks. Feel free to look at another dinner on the table.

"We're different?"

"Mine are boiled eggs, nutritional supplements, nutritional supplements and nutritional supplements." Tang Yibu shrugged. "If there's any salted bean cake left, our hard-boiled egg should be the salted bean cake."

After confirming that Ruan Xian had held the lunch box steady, Tang Yibu hummed a tune and returned to the table, digging out the viscous nutrients in the lunch box with a spoon, and ate it slowly.

"Change it." Ruan Xian said suddenly. He propped up the crutches provided in the room, grabbed the small box on his knees, and sat down on the other side of the table.

Tang Yibu stopped his chopsticks and raised his eyebrows.

"I don't have any appetite, I want to eat some liquid food." The food was delicious, but under the pressure, he could hardly taste it. Since they have to continue getting along, it is better to take this as a gesture of friendship.

"Before his death", because of his physique, he always lived on specially prepared foods.

"Okay." Tang Yibu said happily, exchanging the two lunch boxes. "Thank you very much."

Ruan Xian nodded, scooped up the nutrient, stuffed it into his mouth mechanically, and continued to watch the video.

"Welcome to the Shade Refuge."

A sweet female voice came from the metal box on her lap, and the picture on the light screen turned into a refreshing forest view. Then there are vegetables, rabbits and chickens in the breeding room, and finally the camera stops on a few sheep that are grazing.

"We have the most abundant living resources, the best experts, and the most professional explorers..."

Nutrients are salty and greasy. However, compared to the bitter taste of the drug that the additives in my memory can't cover, it is already much better.

"...Power is provided by solar, groundwater, and nuclear power. The medical facility has ten molecular printers, you don't have to worry about drug shortages, you're safe here."

The female voice continued, and Ruan Xian listened carefully, eating more and more slowly. Until the opposite Tang Yibu finished eating and stood up, there was still a grid full of nutritional supplements left on his plate and did not move.

"Next is the creator's message."

Ruan Xian stopped his spoon.

There are two familiar figures on the screen.

One is Fan Linsong. He looks 30 years old, withered and withered, and his white hair is yellowish. His back was hunched over overwhelmed, as if he was about to be crushed by great pain.

Another figure was trapped in a mechanical wheelchair, very thin, and many of his bodies were obviously replaced by machinery. Countless pipes and wires were tangled together, and the man seemed to be part of a wheelchair—

Although the appearance has changed, Ruan Xian can still be sure that it is definitely a wheelchair designed by himself.

Ruan Xian unknowingly squeezed the spoon in his hand, and the metal handle made his palm hurt.

But the man's exposed skin had no horrible red lesions, only healthy white. The facial features on his face were rigid, without the slightest expression, like a dummy with a rough manufacturing process.

Artificial skin.

If that is...

"Today, survival itself requires a lot of courage. First of all I want to say to everyone who sees this news, you are all good."

The man opened his mouth, and the voice was very familiar.

"Secondly, please rest assured. We have equipped this place with a perception camouflage system, which affects the detection results and records of electronic detectors in real time. I can guarantee on my own behalf that the shade shelter is currently one of the safest places in the world."

"We are about to leave here and explore more possible ways out. The leaders in the future will judge everyone's aptitude and arrange the most suitable jobs for everyone. Whether you are here for the first time, or you can't bear the pressure and erase your memory...don't give up , hopefully still."

"Everyone alive is the kind of fire for humanity. Trust me, you are very important."

Ruan Xian slowly put down the spoon, he couldn't take a bite.

It was indeed the voice of "Ruan Xian". More mature and calm, but undoubtedly his own. Who is that? Or what?

Of course, another possibility exists. Ruan Xian grabbed his wrist so that his hand would not tremble too obviously.

Who are you? ...or what?