area51novel Chapter 101 My Cabinet Moved
Chapter 101 My Cabinet Moved
Chapter 101 My Cabinet Moved
The severed arm on the workbench was still twitching.
Although it had been separated from its body for at least two hours, the dark red muscle fibers still maintained extremely high activity, and the nerve cords at the severed ends seemed to be alive, probing around in the air.
Andy sat in the chair; the data stream in the electronic eye had stopped scrolling.
The STC database provides a wealth of information about the "Reissians," a type of alien creature.
This is a very interesting creature.
They lacked the orderly and awe-inspiring Gestalt hive consciousness of the Tyranids. Although they possessed psionic talents far superior to those of humans, they ultimately opted for extremely pure bioengineering.
The reason is unknown — I understand, but Andy always felt there was more to it than met the eye.
The Reis people have a clear class division and an absurdly strong sense of territory.
Any area they mark as their "nest" will be attacked, even by a single cockroach passing by.
The most crucial thing is their technology tree.
They completely abandoned metal smelting and mechanical manufacturing; all tools, weapons, and armor were developed based on biomass.
Take the scythe that Jetton brought back, for example.
Andy reached out and tapped the dark red blade.
"Ding-a-ling"
It has a crisp sound and is extremely hard.
It looks like some kind of bone, but it is actually a high-density biological chitin crystal with a structure similar to piezoelectric ceramics inside. It can generate high-frequency vibrations when swung, thus easily cutting through metal armor.
Seeing this, Andy finally had a question answered.
He had been wondering why, in such a good place as Horrisonburg, with its solid foundation, readily available energy resources, and so many houses that hadn't collapsed yet.
Why is it that none of the native inhabitants of Zais are willing to settle here?
Would you rather be crammed into a noisy, smoky ship than live in a spacious house?
No one even dared to build a temporary outpost!
Now it all makes sense!
The smooth, flat fractures that Father Zor saw in the ruins, which didn't look like weathering or explosions, were probably the work of the Reiss.
One can imagine that over the past few centuries, there must have been many hotheads and desperate survivors who tried to take over this place.
They moved in, feeling like they'd gotten a great deal.
Then, evening came.
The manhole cover underground was open, and the crack in the corner of the wall was broken.
A group of unseen, intangible monsters, whose footsteps were barely audible, sneaked into their stronghold with scythes and wiped them out.
My cabinet moved!
The next morning, the place was deserted again, leaving only scraps of flesh and smooth cuts on the ground.
To the indigenous people who didn't understand technology, this was a curse, a haunting, and a sign that the land was devouring them.
Over time, this place became a forbidden zone, a death trap that people avoided even when they saw it on a map.
"Tsk, so that's how it is."
Andy leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table: "No wonder Deep Space Industries has been here for so many days, and not a single person has come to collect protection money."
"In the eyes of the locals, we are already dead."
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It must be said that these Reissians are indeed a very tough opponent.
They live deep underground, possessing exceptional stealth and mobility, and the cloaking ability of adults is practically a bug.
Without using large-scale thermal imaging or sonar arrays, it is difficult to detect their traces.
If it were any other force, even the Star Guardians, they would have a terrible headache dealing with someone so incredibly powerful.
But Andy wasn't worried at all.
Because the STC database highlights the following passage in bold:
I have an extreme aversion to stellar radiation.
The description is somewhat vague and doesn't explain the specific biochemical principles.
But Andy, combining the scan data from earlier, quickly deduced his conclusion.
The skin and muscle tissue of the Reis people have a severe allergic reaction to certain wavelengths of ultraviolet light and cosmic rays.
This is not just an allergic reaction at the level of "sunburn" or "peeling".
Instead, once exposed to sunlight, their cellular structure collapses rapidly, like throwing an ice cream into a furnace.
That's why they can only hide underground, and only move around in the depths of ruins where there is no light.
It dies when exposed to light.
"That makes things easier."
Andy's electronic eyes lit up.
For the indigenous people, there is only one sun; it disappears after nightfall.
That's why they're afraid.
But for Andy, who had mastered the technology of the Golden Age, creating a "sun" was a piece of cake.
Since people are afraid of radiation and ultraviolet rays, let's create some "artificial suns" for them to play with.
Andy had already devised a defense plan in his mind.
No advanced technology is needed; simply installing high-powered ultraviolet searchlights in various corners of the base should suffice.
If that's not enough—
Andy could make a full-band radiation generator, but he felt it wouldn't make much sense.
Let's just use the searchlight for now!
Anyway, as long as the Reiss dare to show their faces, they'll just get a "sunbath" and enjoy it.
"You've all done a good job this time, so each of you will receive 200 contribution points."
Andy waved his hand, dismissing Jaden and Colbert, who were still standing at the door waiting for praise.
"Go and repair your equipment, especially Kolber. Your power armor is damaged. Go find Bauer to fix it."
"Yes, boss!"
The two saluted and ran off happily.
Contribution points are a valuable currency within Deep Space Industries; they can be exchanged for delicious food and even more advanced equipment parts.
Two hundred points is enough for them to live a carefree life for a long time.
After dismissing his men, Andy refocused his attention on the biological scythe.
He stood up and lifted the dark red scythe, which was at least two meters long, with one hand.
Although it is made of biomass, it is not light at all, weighing at least hundreds of kilograms.
Andy carried it out of the studio and went straight to the East District.
A huge black circular platform stood silently in the center of the hall, surrounded by the newly installed Geller force field generator.
Andy threw the scythe onto the round platform.
"Buzz"
The DNS server is now active.
Black nanofluid gushed from the surface of the truncated cone, instantly enveloping the menacing weapon.
It was not directly decomposed as before.
This time, the nanobots seem to have encountered some resistance.
The bioelectric field on the surface of the sickle was resisting the decomposition, emitting a faint hissing sound.
But it was all in vain.
Faced with the reverse engineering technology of the Golden Age, all alien creations are nothing but trash.
A few minutes later, the sickle disappeared.
The holographic interface began to refresh data streams rapidly.
Sample analysis complete.
[Material composition: High-density bio-piezoelectric crystals, bio-cloaking skin.]
【Features: High-frequency oscillation, molecular-level cutting, bioelectrical conduction, super-performance stealth ————】
Andy was very curious!
Previously, analyzing the Spirit Race's Netherworld Bone gave him nerve bundles and subspace energy conduits.
Analyzing Joka's digital weapons gave him an energy integration module.
So what benefits can this weapon, which this melee-specialized Reiss finds, bring him?
The progress bar has reached its end.
Several new, transferable technology projects emerged from the data stream.
[Potential technology path 1: High-frequency oscillating particle module.]
[Potential technology path 2: High-performance stealth module.]