Chapter 188.2: Officer and Researcher

Chu Guang didn't expect his players to be so awesome.

He originally thought that it would take them two or three days to find the remaining 10% of the map, but he didn't expect them to find it in 24 hours.

This is great! But... How did they do it?

However, Chu Guang didn't rush to check level B3. After all, it wouldn't run away.

Back at the outpost, Chu Guang followed the guards to the reception room and saw the popsicle that was said to be from 20 years ago.

"Sir, it's her."

"I see." Signaling the guards to leave, Chu Guang sat down opposite her, his eyes falling on her striking white hair.

Chu Guang thought for a while, and asked an irrelevant question, "Is your hair dyed or is that its natural color?"

"It’s a DNA defect. I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but unfortunately I was born in a shelter... But that's not the point," the woman took a deep breath and extended her right hand to Chu Guang, "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hyrja, a resident of Shelter 117... Probably the only surviving registered resident."

Chu Guang noticed that she emphasized the status of a registered resident.

Are there undocumented residents out there?

However, none of those things mattered to him.

The point was her hair color, it looked like she was a super ultra rare character!

If he stuffed her into the Alpha 0.9 update, wouldn’t his players be singing his praises?

Yin Fang finally didn't have to worry about someone harassing him, and soon he would feel the feeling of falling out of favor.

There were no creatures that loved new things and disliked the old more than players.

Noticing a pair of confused eyes looking at him, Chu Guang cleared his throat, put on a serious expression, and looked at her. "Chu Guang, the administrator of Shelter 404, I have confirmed your identity from my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."

Burying the tip of her nose between her palms, Hyrja took a deep breath and raised her head to look at Chu Guang. "It was a disaster. It might take a while for me to explain everything clearly."

"It's okay, in the wasteland, all we have is time."

"You're right." A helpless smile appeared on her face, she organized her thoughts for a moment, and then said slowly, "For you, it was more than 20 years ago, but for me, it felt like it just happened yesterday..."

As introduced, Shelter 117 was a community-based shelter, and in principle, there was no refrigerated dormancy facility.

Facilities like that mainly served some residents who were unwilling to accept frozen dormancy and wished to stay with their family members, as well as those who couldn't adapt to the frozen dormancy and were allergic to cryogens and thawing agents.

After all, although the frozen dormancy technology was available, the longest freezing period was only 50 years. No one could guarantee that there would be no side effects for the dormancy period if it stretched longer than that.

Rather than spending their life fearing an unpredictable future, some people were more willing to spend the last good time in a shelter with their family, and leave the future to the people in the future.

After the war broke out, a total of 100 residents entered the shelter. Among them were teachers, doctors, professors, business executives, lawyers, etc., all of them were elites with higher education. After entering the shelter, they also performed their respective duties as planned, continuing the utopia for a long time.

However, in the face of time, nothing would last forever.

With the first newborn and the eldest dying, the survivors of old age inevitably fell into decline.

Mathematical models could only predict macro samples, not love. Even though all survivors were well educated and the population was carefully controlled, the population was still growing at a much faster rate than expected, and space and resources eventually came to a crisis, and the crisis led to divisions.

Some residents of the new generation believed that there was no hope in the future if they continued to stay in the shelter and they had to leave.

Calling themselves ‘Torch’, they hoped to promote the transformation of the shelter, carrying the tools left to them by the pre-war civilization, and fulfilling their future mission ahead of schedule.

However, other older residents believed that the outside world was worse than in the shelter, and it was a suicide to leave. They believed that they should wait patiently for the preset years to arrive, pass on the knowledge to the next generation, and then open the doors to the new era as planned.

Disagreement deteriorated rapidly in the 180th year of the Wasteland Era, and it finally reached the breaking point when a Torch member opened the gate without authorization and rescued a wasteland child.

The member's name was Wang Yi.

The young child was smart and eager to learn, and under the care of the Torch members, he quickly became their core figure.

In the 190th year of the Wasteland Era, a rebellion broke out, and many people died. The worst thing was that the fuel rods of the reactor were damaged. Even if the then administrator, Seven Villard, was reluctant, he had to compromise and open the gates of the shelter. He even told the Torch members that as soon as they found the fuel rods, they would be given a portion of the pre-war stockpile so that they could carry out their mission.

Shelter 117 would be closed again as planned and would continue to wait for the planned time.

Unfortunately, Torch did not keep their promise, they blocked the gate of the shelter, forcing Seven Villard to hand over the remaining black boxes.

Due to the lack of fuel, the full circulation system had become unsustainable, and the remaining people had to enter the emergency room.

There were only 20 nurturing cabins there.

In order to give the opportunity to others, administrator Seven Villard chose to stay behind.

After hearing the story, Chu Guang couldn't help asking. "Seven Villard... How old was he?"

Hyrja looked bewildered and shook her head. "I don't know, he'd been alive as long as I could remember."

All right.

Chu Guang let this question go. "But the others died anyway."

Hyrja nodded. "Yes, most of our ancestors couldn't adapt to cryo-dormancy technology. In fact, strictly speaking, I am also the same, but I am not exactly the same as them."

Saying that, Hyrja showed Chu Guang her arm.

A silver trace could be seen on her vein.

Chu Guang frowned. "Prosthetic modification?"

Hyrja nodded. "Yes, because of the DNA defect, my body modification has reached 79%. Basically, all the organs you can name, I've replaced them with artificial organs. I think... I think this may be the reason why I survived."

Chu Guang couldn't help asking, "How did you make bionic organs?"

Hyrja explained. "The black box, the product of The Ark Project, is a magical thing. You only need to input a few basic raw materials, and then you can get the product it has been programed to develop. Our black boxes mainly produce bionic organs, but they were all taken away by Torch's members during that rebellion."

Hearing that they had been taken away, Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh

All of that happened twenty years ago.

Even if he could find them now, it was hard to say whether they could still be used or not!

"Then what are your plans?"

Hyrja looked blank and shook her head. "I don't know, but the administrator told us that if anyone survives, go find other shelters and tell them our story. By the way, there is an exoframe in our administrator's office, and he said that it can help us...”

"I've recovered it, including his VM." Looking at the lost woman, Chu Guang continued. "If you don't have a place to go, join us. We just happen to need an expert who is well versed in biology."

Hyrja was dazed for a moment, then nodded lightly. "I have no opinion, although my research may not be able to help you..."

Speaking halfway, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became one of embarrassment. "By the way, there is something, I don't know if I can ask you."

The helpful Chu Guang said with a smile. "Sure, what is it?"

Hyrja smiled shyly and said politely. "Hmm... Can you lend me some of your DNA? I want to study it."

Chu Guang’s eyes widened in shock.

?!?!

Just then, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

The deputy captain of the guard, Liu Ding, walked quickly into the reception room and said with a serious face, "Administrator, there is a plane coming from the south."

An airplane?

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly became serious, and he suddenly stood up.

"Bring a few people there, and I'll be there soon!"