On the star map, it is the star gate channel that determines the course direction and time.

So much so that people often overlook that "far" and "near" in real distance are not the same as the length of the star gate - two sectors that require more than a dozen consecutive star gate jumps to reach are likely to be "next door to each other"

", but there is no stargate connection. If you don't take the stargate passage, it may be closer to fly directly there.

Therefore, "a dozen or so sectors apart" does not mean it is safe!

The sector itself is more like a coordinate point, and the width of the sector itself is determined by the local astronomical environment and the degree of development. If the development is not good, it will be as narrow as Paoshantun and Hehehe Town. If the development is good, it may become Shanghai or New York.

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The "Island" galaxy is just such a place——

She clearly knew that it was marked on the star map, but most people would never find it. If she found it and entered, she would be stunned by the "Ninth Wonder of the World, Xizhimen Overpass" inside the galaxy, and she would be confused and unable to distinguish between east, west and north.

This is the headquarters of InoCo Group, either the headquarters location or the headquarters.

Not to mention anything else here, the most important thing is that there are nearly 100,000 laboratory branches inside the galaxy! Some are built like space stations, some are deep underground on the planet, and are hidden extremely deep. Some are still producing a steady stream of results, and some are still producing results continuously.

It has been closed for hundreds of years... and may still be operating secretly. There are not many official records that can be trusted.

No one can grasp all the situations in the outlying island galaxy, not even the president of the emperor's son-in-law, or the chief scientist of InoCo!

But for a complex system to run normally and not mess up, there must be someone behind it.

Although that person can no longer be considered a human being...

*****

No one knows that there is a hidden stargate deep in the Outlying Island Galaxy.

The star gate is connected to a crack in the subspace, but it is not a normal star gate. There is no exit or entrance.

The depths of the crack were processed by profound Forerunner technology into a Möbius strip, an infinite loop.

It cannot be opened unless interrupted from within.

The stargate has been closed since the day it was launched. Two quantum brain machines, one inside and one outside, are responsible for information traffic. And a huge fortress-like spacecraft has always been flying along the Möbius strip in a curvature with no beginning or end.

, and while flying at super-light speed... let time freeze!

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The founder of the old empire, Josephine I, Joseph Durer, was hiding on this ship. He was hiding in the dark back and was still secretly influencing everything in the empire.

Of course it is impossible to control, only to influence. The desires of ordinary people are power, beauty and wealth, which the "already dead" Josephine I could not give. What's more, the one sitting on the throne now has no blood in his veins.

His blood.

But the strong desire for power makes Josephine Durrell not give up the robbery as long as she still has a glimmer of consciousness.

Today's Josephine Durrell is no longer a human being. He has transformed himself into a two-meter-high, floating metal head. His face is still the same as before, with at most hundreds of layers of beauty filters added... He

I can't remember what I look like. My brain is connected to countless metal tubes, combed back like long hair, leading to all directions of the fortress spacecraft, but the metal head can move along these tubes.

"Old man, it's time to exercise again. See how much I care about your health." The metal head came to one side, and the speaker spoke human language, but it actually put a huge white mouse into a specially made running cage.

Inside.

What's even more surprising is that the white mouse actually speaks Russian clearly and clearly. "Duriel, you deserve to go to hell. You are no longer you...are you already dead? What is running now is just your thinking logic."

While cursing, it shifted its center of gravity and ran wildly in the cage uncontrollably.

"Look? What a healthy life, my chief scientist is full of energy today!" Metal Head said exaggeratedly. The robot hand stretched towards the button next to the cage. "This does not achieve the exercise effect? ​​I have to add one to you.

code."

"No--!"

The robot hand pressed it without hesitation. With a burst of electric current, the burnt mouse corpse jumped and flew out of the cage.

"Wow ~ spectacular." The metal head wiped the corners of his eyes and opened the box next to it. A new white mouse was caught? It was twisting wildly on the mechanical arm. He opened the light wave oven and watched the metal barbecue grill gradually turn red.

Hang the mouse on it. "Here's today's burger topping."

"Duriel, you will go to hell, let me go! I really don't know!" the white mouse yelled crazily, mixed with the squeaking sounds belonging to the mouse.

"Remember Oleg?" The robot hand suddenly raised a little to keep the mouse away from the red-hot fence. "Oleg Petrovich Karkov."

"Remember! Of course I remember! He is my brother-in-law!" The white mouse immediately screamed in reply. He would agree to anything as long as he was not thrown into the furnace.

"He's dead..." Metal Head said, "And you, do you still remember your name? Andre, didn't you notice that your screams are becoming more and more like a mouse? You are about to become a mouse. If it comes

On that day, who else can I turn to to know the secret of immortality? Tell me, Andre, I swear that if you tell me, I will give you a burger...a burger made of your brother's meat, and it will be delicious when grilled."

"I really don't know, I swear." The mouse said in a low voice. "In our time, genetic modification for longevity was a basic welfare. Every baby was operated on as soon as he was born. It was free of charge and safe and reliable. That technology was

If it’s encapsulated in a machine and has a million hours of trouble-free performance, who cares what technology is used?”

"Oh, then you're useless." The robot hand immediately let go, and the white mouse screamed and fell into the red-hot stove, with a burning smell rising.

Grabbing the new white mouse and heading to the next room, just when Metal Head Josephine I was about to continue his game, his quantized brain suddenly received new information.

"A suspected savior appears, the coincidence rate is 86%? Is there really a savior? I always thought you were joking with me!" he asked, grabbing the mouse's tail and shaking it.

"It's true..." Andre the mouse said weakly, "The empire has accumulated countless years of experience and has long had a mature method of identifying saviors. Our search algorithm was written by me, and the probability exceeds 70%.

It's equivalent to an affirmative answer. I told you before, he will definitely appear...he is here, you need me."

"No, I have a new idea now." A new metal arm stretched out from the side and scratched the chin of the metal head, even sparking.

"The advice you give me is always very poor. You told me that the farther away from the earth, the less influence the host has. I came to the farthest place from the earth, but found that I left the palace at the same time, and my subordinates

The chair is loyal to me, not me. And what about the host you are talking about? I have never seen it. If the host really exists, why doesn't it come out to assist me? I am the real master of destiny!"

The last sound was already like a roar.

"That's because you are engaging in genocide. The Earth host will never support a butcher..."

"That's what you suggested! You told me that there are two ways to prevent the host from interfering with the imperial power: either let him love! Or let him hate! I chose to hate, and this was all your suggestion!"

"That's not our advice! That's the data's advice! That's what the data tells us. Data can't be wrong!"

"Go to hell with the data!" The robot hand stuffed the mouse into the drum and cut it into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

…

"So now I want to listen to myself, and I have a new idea." The robot grasped the new mouse and said gently, "This savior must be very important to the host, right? Then why don't I send out my fleet to catch him,

Let him serve me? I just thought about it, a world completely ruled by AI is really too cold, I should add more human touch to it."

"As long as you're happy," the mouse said weakly.

"Ha! What kind of attitude is this? Is this how you serve your master? Okay, then the new game, Crazy Dodgeball, begins!"

The manipulator released its grip, and the white mouse instantly jumped up from its half-dead state and ran away with all its might!

However, with the sound of the electric motor turning, countless Vulcan cannon bullets submerged it, and no scraps were left.

"You lose, Andre."
Chapter completed!