Tuesday, 10 November 2020

Chapter 2: Am I a farming system?

"Di Di Di..." A shrill, piercing alarm sounded --

Warning warning,

The damage rate of Kunlun mountain is 60%

The damage rate of Wudang Mountain is 70%

The damage rate of Linan city is 50%

The damage rate in Jianzhou is 80%

World model damage rate is 10%

20%...

50%...

90%...

Monitored damage rate up to 90%...

Warning: The world model cannot repair itself...

Put all human development programs on hold...

Warning again, warning again, go to level one.

Start the self-protection program.

Intranet access blocked, database closed and locked...

The repository is closed and locked, the resource store output channel is closed...

The planting section is closed...

Eye system shut down...

...

Minimum maintenance system on...

...

The world echoed with shrill sirens, and for a few short minutes, waves of weakness came over him, as if all the world's suffering had come back to bite him.

And it proved to him that he had become part of the farming system!

But before he could recover, the world would be destroyed by his awakening!

He couldn't tell what it was like. He just wanted it to be the same.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Valid instruction, suspended."

Chen chao breathed a sigh of relief. "Repair the world model."

"Active command, start repair...

Repair progress 1%

...

The world model is too badly damaged, with an estimated repair time of 100,000 years...

It is recommended to accelerate the human training program and introduce human services."

Chen chao-gang's heart sank in his throat with a sigh of relief. "Accelerate the human cultivation program."

The previously reported electronic voice paused as if searching for something, then took several seconds to respond to commands.

"In restarting the human training program, the restarting rate was 1 percent

Restart progress 5%...

Restart human cultivation program failed, please reboot manually."

Although now only consciousness, Chen Chao still feels an old blood surging to the throat, grass, Lao Tze has no hand!

How do I restart it manually?

!

He feels a lot better, though, with only 1% of the world model repaired, but the sense of weakness has diminished a bit.

Now he has enough to look at the world.

Looking down, undulating mountains, dense vegetation, endless boundless primitive dense forest, there are pentium jumping a group of naked primitive people...

It's just that now they're all in a state of freeze, and the whole world seems to be at rest.

Looking at all this, Chen Chao thought to himself, 'What is this? Players with god's perspective? Is the game just real?

My world reality? Those bad games played by the Chinese?

Or is it a machine system that becomes self-aware? The alpha dog? '

The air was still ringing with mechanical, icy electronic sounds. "Restart human training program failed, please restart manually."

"How do I restart it?" Chen chao asked.

The electronic voice is silent for a few seconds. In its Settings, there are no options or answers to this question, but after searching for a while, it comes up with several solutions.

"Plan One, contact the superior department to help repair, but cannot contact the superior department at present.

Second, the world model can be automatically restarted after 50% repair, with an estimated time of 500,00 years.

Option three, which currently has a recovery rate of 2%, can be selected from a number of humans signed up as hosts and given certain permissions."

'Unable to contact superior... Plan One doesn't work. Plan three... Beg a person to be inferior to beg already, see plan two first! '

Thinking of this, Chen Chao asked. "Can you adjust the time automatically?"

"Can't change the time." Electronic sounds still give people a cold feeling.

'This will not do, and that will not do, so that you are left with only one mouth to move? Does my Chen Chao want to rely on invincible mouth cannon in the alien realm? To rule the world by giving instructions to these cold programs? '

Despair climbs like a serpent, hissing and whispering seducingly in Chen chao's ear, "It's just the way it is... The identity has been taken over... I can't go back if I want to... Are we really going to stay in this place for 500,00 years... Trapped here, without a body, unable to move...

What's the point of living in a world like this... Not as good as... Just..."

The electronic voice pulled Chen chao out of his despair, "Unable to modify the time."

He exhaled. "Start plan Two!"

"Restarting some human training programs, 1 percent of the time

The progress of 50%

The progress of 100%

The Tianyuan mountain has been revived, the Tianyuan tribe has been revived.

Is the wheat in the human culture program ripe for harvesting?"

Chen Chao said, "Harvest."

...

In the tribe smoke curling up, the men carry their prey to the mouth of the cave.

Naked women squatted to dispose of the fur and entrails of their prey, which were then dried and stored for this winter's food.

Some of the children who wanted to help were driven away to play.

It was a good harvest, and the tribe was full of laughter.

Even the children are playing in the side, adults are not too much interference, are busy to deal with the game, to store for the winter needs of food.

Among the children there is a child particularly eye-catching, looking no more than two or three years old, carrying a millstone older than he walked around.

Monseigneur did not prevent it, nor did he think it strange; but when they began to talk, every now and then they made some remark in slang, but it was all gestures and words.

But the tianyuan tribe did not produce a language system, and if it did, it was only a few simple words and fragments. Primitive people also used gestures to assist in communication from time to time, and there was no fire...

Chen Chao also stared at the small tribe, yes, one of them holding the millstone walking around the little boy is the first host he selected!

Six months ago, Chen Chao accidentally found that he could enter the little boy's dream, which made him extremely surprised.

The little boy surnamed Huang named yan, at the beginning, he can only see huang Yan, no matter what he said, huang Yan can not hear...

But as he accidentally tried to a grain of wheat in the way of ideas to the huangyan around the body, he found that Huangyan can hear his voice!

Then, the familiar electronic sound rang in Chen chao's ear -- start the host binding, confirm the binding candidate, and the binding progress is 1%

He turned from surprise to ecstasy, popping several grains of wheat in succession, and sure enough, binding progress +1+1+1...

Only to add to the tenth, no matter how he threw the wheat, there was no electronic sound.

So he began, opening a mouth, output by weaving through the history.

In the past six months, Besides starting his daily questions, Chen chao searched every day to help these primitive people how to feed themselves.

For example: "What permissions can I get now?"

You can now listen to the automatic broadcast of the daily system log.

"No, like what can I do now?"

You can now listen to the automatic broadcast of the daily system log.

"I want this tribe to have more meat than it can eat!

"Sorry, you don't have that right now."

"That put them straight into feudal times."

"Sorry, *^$&#* # # #%$\"

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