aircannonsinc Chapter 39 Unauthorized Access
Chapter 39 Unauthorized Access
Andy stepped over the pureblood gene stealer's corpse, which had been blown to pieces.
The severed purple claw was still stuck in the gap of the alloy valve, pointing resentfully inside.
Andy didn't even glance at it. He turned sideways and squeezed his way in, his bulky khaki hazmat suit scraping against the sharp metal edges of the valve with a screeching sound.
He squeezed in.
The moment Andy entered the valve, the radiation alarm bar in the upper right corner of his vision went up to full, turning into a shocking deep purple.
[Warning: Environmental radiation level exceeds the standard by 12000%.]
[Warning: High-energy molecular reconstruction field detected.]
The air was filled with a visible purple mist. If an ordinary person, or even a Space Marine wearing power armor, stood here without a force field shield specifically designed to counter this frequency, they would be instantly killed.
But Andy is fine.
He looked down at his hands.
The surface of his tan protective suit was rapidly hardening and crystallizing, turning into a brittle purple shell that crumbled and fell in powder with his movements.
But beneath that layer of clothing lies his engineered machine from the dark age of technology.
High-density shape memory alloys have extremely stable molecular structures. Trying to shake their metal skeleton with this reconstruction field, which is designed for organic and low-density materials, is like trying to melt a piece of tungsten steel in a microwave oven.
Aside from a few bubbles in the surface rust-proof paint, Andy felt fine.
Moreover, this place is one where "once you get in, it's actually safer inside than outside," and Andy is currently inside.
"That's the racial talent of the Iron Man."
Andy sighed and strode forward.
This is the core maintenance passageway underground in the factory. The once spacious corridor is now a mess.
The ceiling above had completely collapsed, and several huge I-beams twisted and stuck into the ground, blocking the way.
And in the gaps between the collapsed steel beams, Andy saw several large objects.
Automatic sentry turrets installed by the Helios Group.
Laser cannons and under-mounted automatic grenade launchers, their dark muzzles pointing directly into the corridor.
These turrets are now in a half-dead state; the indicator lights are off, and the gun barrels have been bent askew by falling debris.
Andy slowed his pace and even deliberately reduced the output power of the hydraulic pump, turning himself into a silent ghost.
He wasn't afraid of those turrets firing.
If these turrets were to fire, they would at most give Andy a tickle.
What's truly terrifying is what's pressing down under the turret.
As mentioned before, just below the base of these turrets, in the recesses in the wall, are several wasp-like drones, which are the maintenance drones that originally came with this "black box".
Creations of the Golden Age.
They are equipped with high-energy plasma cutters used to cleave molecular bonds. Those things are even more powerful than pureblood chickens, cutting Andy's armor like cutting tofu.
Right now, the launch hatches of these drones are stuck in place by those fallen turrets.
If the turret fires, the shockwave from the explosion will most likely blast away the rocks pressing down on it, and the wasps trapped in the cage will fly out.
At that point, Andy will really have no choice but to run away.
The Helios Group's haphazard construction, in a way, saved Andy's life at that moment.
Andy carefully crawled through the gap under the turret, his movements as gentle as if he were defusing a bomb.
An obstacle appeared ahead.
A purple, semi-transparent humanoid sculpture blocked the middle of the road.
This is a purple-skinned bald man who didn't have time to escape. He is still in the posture of running outwards, and the terrified expression on his face is frozen in the purple crystal, lifelike.
Andy didn't waste any words and raised his right hand.
"Bang!"
He punched it.
The crystal sculpture shattered instantly, turning into a pile of glittering fragments.
The sound was crisp and pleasant, with absolutely no gruesome scenes of blood and flesh splattering.
After clearing the roadblocks, Andy turned a corner.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
"arrive."
Core control room.
The observation window here has long been shattered, leaving only an empty frame.
Andy stood by the window frame, looking down at the massive core workshop below.
The place was still filled with a rich purple light, and at the center of the light stood the legendary divine machine.
At first glance, many people will be disappointed.
Because the machine itself, the so-called "black box," is actually very small.
It is a black cube with sides of about five meters, with no seams or rivets on its surface, so smooth that it can be used as a mirror.
It floats in mid-air, maintaining its stability by relying on an anti-gravity field.
However, the Helios Group added a bunch of supporting facilities around it, making it appear unusually large.
The enormous feed hopper, resembling the mouth of a monster, loomed over the black box, surrounded by thick cooling pipes and several conveyor belts that had stopped rotating.
Andy shifted his gaze from the black box to the surrounding warehouse.
Inside the finished product warehouse, which hadn't yet collapsed, rows of metal ingots were neatly stacked.
The silvery-white material is probably aerospace-grade aluminum-titanium alloy, the dark gray material looks like high-purity tungsten steel, and those sealed containers probably contain some kind of rare catalyst that Andy can't even name right now.
Any one of these things piled up here could drive a tech geek like Roger crazy.
And now, they're just piled up there, unwanted like garbage.
"It's here...this time it's really here."
Andy felt like he was drooling even though he didn't actually exist.
With this machine and these materials, why would he need to make a stamped rifle?
Let's go straight to the bomb gun production line!
Handcrafted power armor!
Even the Terminator armor, with a little effort, is not impossible!
Andy forced himself to suppress the burning desire in his heart and refocused his gaze on the control panel beneath the black box.
That's the operations center built by the Helios Group.
Several operators, whose bodies had long since turned to crystal, remained in the same positions as when they were alive, their hands stiffly resting on the keyboard.
Andy jumped, landing with a dull thud.
He walked to the control panel and swept those few Crystal people who were occupying the space to the ground.
"Splash!"
Broken to the ground.
Andy looked at the red main slot, the interface for the physical key.
empty.
It was clearly that woman named Jessia who took all the physical control mechanisms with her when she left.
Without the key, this machine is now a rampaging beast trapped in a vicious cycle.
It is unleashing the "core meltdown containment protocol" at full power, attempting to seal itself off until it shuts down or explodes.
If the agreement isn't shut down, Andy won't even be able to move those materials, let alone take the machine home.
"We have no choice but to take the hard line."
Andy extended his specialized data probe finger.
This brings us to a core technological background of the golden age – protocol levels.
In that technologically advanced era, artificial intelligence was also divided into different levels.
At the top of the pyramid is the "Iron Man," who possesses complete self-awareness, creativity, and strategic judgment.
They were humanity's partners, protectors, and... later, destroyers.
And like this "Matter Molecular Reconstruction Instrument".
Although it contains extremely complex algorithms and can reconstruct atoms, it is essentially a "STC building block".
It is a tool, a rigid industrial device.
Its underlying logic is that one must unconditionally obey the command unit with higher authority.
Andy is an "Iron Man" with the highest level of access code.
In other words, theoretically speaking, Andy is the administrator of the printer, while Helios is just a group of monkeys who found the printer.
Logically, as long as Andy plugs it in and issues a command, the machine should obediently stop.
But to be honest, Andy wasn't sure.
I have absolutely no idea!
Because this machine has gone mad!
Its logic circuits were filled with erroneous instructions fed into it by the Helios Group, causing its self-protection mechanism to become completely overactive.
This is like you being an administrator, but now you have to fix a server that's infected with a virus, is throwing errors like crazy, and has its firewall set to maximum.
Even if you have a password, the server may not recognize it at all now, and it will treat you as another virus trying to attack it.
If the hacking fails, or its counterattack mechanism is triggered.
Andy didn't know the specific mechanism, but... this thing might directly detonate the core.
Or perhaps it unleashes some kind of logic bomb specifically designed for electronic brains, relentlessly burning Andy's mind.
"call……"
Andy mimicked a deep breath, even though no air was actually going in or out.
He looked at the interface that was still flashing a red alert.
Fortune favors the bold!
Since we're already here, we can't go back empty-handed!
Andy slowly inserted his finger inside.
"Sizzle—!"
The moment the probe made contact, a massive torrent of data rushed into Andy's brain through the interface.
A waterfall of red gibberish instantly appeared on my retina.
[Unauthorized access! Unauthorized access!]