Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

[User: Artillery Chief (Admin) requests control of the main gun.]

[User: Artillery Master (Admin) Note: I'm annoyed by that rock outside. Let me blast it, just once!]

[User: The First Officer (Admin) rejected the Artillery Chief's request.]

[User: Navigator (Admin) requests to use subspace broadcast.]

[User: Navigator (Admin) Note: I heard it... they're singing... I want to sing too... la la la...]

[User: Sextant (Root) has banned the navigator.]

[User: Sextant (Root) has banned the Artillery Chief.]

[User: Sextant (Root) has locked the airtight door in zone A-7 to half-open.]

[User: Sextant (Root) broadcast: Shut up, all of you! Anyone who touches anything else will have their power cut off!]

……

……

As Andy looked at the frantically flooded log, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Not a buddy...

The ship crashed on this planet at least several hundred years ago.

Logically speaking, all the crew members should have died long ago.

But each of the more than one hundred accounts here has Admin-level privileges.

They were frantically operating the ship's various systems, opening and closing doors, adjusting the temperature, requesting permission to fire, and even hurling insults and shifting blame at each other in the comments.

Their tone was lively and full of personal emotion, as if... a group of living people were arguing in their respective positions.

"This……"

Andy pointed to the log:

"These accounts..."

Is it a living person?

In this universe filled with warp energy and all sorts of indescribable things, Andy's first reaction was not that it was some kind of artificial intelligence simulation.

He was thinking of something even more terrifying.

After the crew members of this ship died, their souls did not dissipate, but were imprisoned in the ship's servers by some force.

Instead of finding peace in the digital world, they continue the work they did in life, vying for control of this dead ship day after day.

And that "Sexant," which has the highest root privileges, has been trying to suppress everyone.

Without a doubt, it's Xiao Liu.

"A living person?"

Xiao Liu let out a sneer, his voice carrying an undisguised weariness.

"If only it were a living person."

"At least living people can sleep when they're tired, and dead people will shut up."

"But these guys..."

Xiao Liu sighed as he looked at the rapidly updating argument log on the screen.

"It's really, really giving me a headache."

Author's note: 7 chapters tonight, 24000 words.

It will be available at midnight tonight, with a tentative 7 chapters and 24000 words.

If there are any changes, there will be no more.

I hope everyone can do me the honor of making an initial subscription, thank you.

Given the platform's track record, there might be a delay of a few minutes. If you notice I'm not online, it's because I'm waiting for the delay to end, and the chapter will be released instantly.

Let's return to the question about the book.

The subject matter I chose is so-so, but I still want to try to salvage it, to try to write more about it, to write it well, and to write it brilliantly.

So I will try my best to maintain a daily output of 10,000 words. Putting aside other things, my typing speed is quite fast, so I can guarantee a large and satisfying output.

As for the rules regarding bonus chapters after the book is published...

400首订+1，500首订+2，600首订+3吧。

That's it.

I've always believed that the meaning of a writer's job is to write good books and make readers feel enlightened. That's enough for me, so I don't have much more to say.

As for where I came from?

On a mysterious little blue website, there's a book that's mine at the top of the list.

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"Headache?"

Andy repeated the word.

For a silicon-based organism, using "headache" to describe a logical dilemma is quite vivid.

Andy looked away from the frantically scrolling logs and at the huge, cobbled-together robot next to him.

"explain."

Andy pointed to the "administrator accounts" in the holographic projection that were still trying to take over the main gun, open the airlock, and try to inject water into the engine.

"Since they are not living people, why do they have such strong...personal emotions?"

"Also, as the super administrator, why don't you just delete these accounts?"

"In my understanding, dealing with a few abnormal processes that only generate garbage data only requires a single line of delete code."

The red light in the single eye of "Cleaner One" flickered, and the frequency became somewhat low, as if it was organizing its thoughts or retrieving some painful memories.

"You haven't seen what this ship originally looked like, little yellow robot."

Xiao Liu's voice was no longer playful, but instead carried a hint of seriousness.

"Do you think this 'New State' is like those Imperial Navy ships outside, controlled by levers, buttons, and clerks who only know how to type on keyboards?"

"Do not."

"In some ways, we are a legacy from the Golden Age."

Xiao Liu raised his heavy mechanical hand and pointed to the still-flickering server racks above his head.

"This ship uses 'neural direct connection' technology."

"At the very moment before the crash, which was the moment of disaster hundreds of years ago."

"In order to deal with an emergency landing, and to get through the atmospheric turbulence in that one ten-thousandth of a second, the core crew—namely, the first mate, the chief engineer, the gunnery chief, and that crazy navigator—worked together."

"They were all at their posts at the time, with data cables inserted into the back of their heads, deeply connecting their cerebral cortex to the main unit of the spacecraft."

"They abandoned the speed of physical reaction and chose to let their thoughts run directly in the circuits."

Xiao Liu paused for a moment at this point.

Andy understood immediately.

Direct neural connections were a common operating technique in the golden age, highly efficient, and allowed operators and machines to become one.

But by the forty-first millennium, this technology had either been lost or transformed into a wet interface that would only burn out human brains.

"And then?" Andy asked, "What happened when it crashed?"

"What else could happen? It'll turn into this."

Xiao Liu's tone turned cold.

"A gravitational acceleration of tens of Gs, plus the shock wave from the impact on the ground."

"A mortal body is no different from a plastic bag filled with water in the face of that kind of power."

"Their bodies were physically destroyed in an instant."

"but!"

Xiao Liu's tone shifted abruptly, revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

"The emergency preservation order for this ship has been activated."

In the design philosophy of the Golden Age, a well-trained crew was an extremely valuable asset, even more valuable than the spaceship itself.

Therefore, a rule is hardcoded into the system.

When a crew member's vital signs are about to drop to zero, and neural connections are still in progress, the system must prioritize saving the crew member's consciousness data.

This is similar to how Word automatically saves your document before your computer crashes.

The problem is that this inventory was done too thoroughly.

"The system has determined that the physical body is damaged beyond repair."

Xiao Liu explained.

"In order to preserve resources, the host forcibly extracted all their consciousness, memories, and even the fear before death that had not yet dissipated in those few microseconds, packaged them up and uploaded them to the core crystal array of the backup bridge."

"The result is..."

"Their bodies are dead and rotting in their seats."

"But their souls were forcibly locked inside the server."

Andy suddenly felt a chill.

"Don't they know they're dead?" Andy asked.

"do not know."

Xiao Liu shook his head:

"In the electronic world, there is no concept of the passage of time. For them, a crash may have happened just a second ago."

"They were trapped in that moment of terror and despair, in an endless loop."

"What's worse is that they lost their bodies and their five senses."

"So, the spacecraft's sensors became their senses."

Xiao Liu pointed to one of the log entries: [Chief Engineer: It's so hot! I have a fever! Quick, give me some ice!]

"The chief engineer complained of the heat because the reactor's cooling pipes had burst, causing the core temperature to be too high. This was reflected in his data, and he thought he had a fever."

He then pointed to another line: [First Mate: My skin is split open! It hurts so much! Quick, get me some styptic spray!]

"The first mate was crying out in pain because a piece of electronic armor plate in section D was blown open by Helios's men, and he mistook the hull damage signal for the pain of his skin being torn apart."

"They can't distinguish between 'me' and 'the boat'."

"They treated the spacecraft malfunction as their own physical ailment, which is why they frantically issued random commands in an attempt to 'cure' themselves."

Andy fell silent.

This is practically a cyber horror story.

A group of ghosts trapped in a server believe they are still alive, experiencing the excruciating pain of every damaged part of the spaceship, and then go mad in this eternal agony.

No wonder this ship's defense system is so ferocious.

It turns out that it wasn't just Xiao Liu who was killing people; it was also this group of lunatics reflexively "swatting" the mosquitoes that were biting them.

"In that case..."

Andy raised the most crucial question.