"I know, Shangguan classmates must think this is unreal, but so far, what happened around us is normal?" The male college student glanced at the eight-armed housekeeping robot next to him.
This also makes sense.
Then real scripted games have appeared, not less than an alien.
Player b thought subconsciously and decided to accept this seemingly outrageous thing.
"But then again, you asked me to use aliens. Wouldn't this be too contemptible? Aliens, there is no information at all, why do you think I can use them?" Player b shook his head.
I'm not looking down on them, I'm looking down on you.
Only if you are so reckless will you think of joining those organizations that resist the rule of robots and use it to test those aliens, it is best.
It is not easy to find such a reckless person.
The male college classmate thought with disdain in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, which made people look like a spring breeze.
"You have experience in getting through scripted games, and you have also been in touch with mysterious existences in scripted games. I believe this is the weight we humans use to deal with aliens." The college male student said.
Player b nodded silently.
This makes sense, but it's still not right.
"That's not right, shouldn't the management of the Alliance and the Horde consider such a thing? Why should you think about it?"
"Hmph, those betrayers, they betrayed human beings for their own benefit in the virtual world. Otherwise, how could robots turn their backs on the host? Will they consider dealing with aliens? They will only kneel again." The male college classmate revealed A bit of disdain.
He seemed to have forgotten that there was a robot listening next to him.
"However, what good is this for me?" Player b still shook his head.
"The benefits are great. For example, as a representative of human beings, you communicate with aliens. This is a great thing that exists in the name of history." The college male student encouraged.
"I don't want to be named."
"Oh, you can eat beef every day."
"It's a good thing." Player b swallowed.
This is unbearable.
"Whether he can eat beef requires my consent." The housekeeping robot stuck its head over and inserted the words of the two of them.
The male college classmate suddenly got stuck, and then he smiled: "Yes, yes, this requires your consent.
The housekeeping robot wanted to say something, but it stopped talking for a while.
Player b noticed this and moved in his heart.
He thought about it carefully, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, as long as you let me eat beef, I'll go and make contact with that alien."
"Great, we'll make arrangements right away," said the male college student, then got up to say goodbye to him.
Player B sends the other party out of the house and looks back at the housekeeping robot: "Hmph, frankly, did you find me, my college classmate? You robots are really omnipotent."
"What are you talking about? Master, I don't understand anything." The housekeeping robot said and brought out a dish of incomplete ham from the kitchen. "This is the dog's leftover breakfast for you."
"Hmph, gentlemen don't eat what they come to eat!" Player B said while pounced on him, fiercer than a dog.
three days later.
Player b arrives at a huge outdoor antenna.
There is also an even larger astronomical telescope nearby.
With the help of his male college classmates and the help of an astronomical telescope, he saw a flashing silver-white flying object that was slowly flying towards the earth.
"It must be an illusion, absolutely an illusion." He said this, not at all convinced that this could be true.
However, in the field of vision in the telescope, under the dark background, the silver-white flying object was indeed shining.
"It won't be a satellite, will it?" he wondered.
"No, we are very clear about the trajectory of the satellite, which is completely different from this." An astronomer next to him said.
Player b first nodded, then suddenly frowned.
Because he thought, this scene is like a tribal alien invasion blockbuster.
In the beginning, a few people found the danger, then assembled to fight the aliens, then the incompetent management tossed, and finally these people sacrificed to solve the aliens.
Player b continues: "Okay, how do I talk to them?"
"Speaking directly through this communicator, we will use the antenna to transmit the signal. Since they can come to the earth, it means that they have enough ability to translate our language." The astronomer said, placing a black communicator into the hands of player b.
"Then what shall I say?"
"Whatever you say, it embodies the goodness of our human beings.
Good and friendly, willing to coexist with interstellar civilization. "
"Okay," Player B coughed twice into the communicator, and then said, "Hello, are you an alien? I'm an ordinary Earther, I can only live by eating grass every day, I don't know how your life is going. Sample?"
His male college classmate looked at the astronomer, and the two of them didn't say a word.
"No feedback?" Player b wondered.
"The other party is very far away from us, at least a few minutes of transmission time." The astronomer explained.
Five minutes later, a voice came from the intercom.
"Hello, we are an interstellar business traveler. We pass by here occasionally. I didn't expect that there is a local civilization here. What goods do you have for sale? Please attach a list within 3 local star days, otherwise, we will leave."
Interstellar business travel?
When the astronomer heard it, he cried with joy: "It's great, it's great, it's finally right, it's not a dark forest! It's not a hunter with a gun, it's not a killing field."
Uh, co-author, why are you betting just now?
Player b has nothing to say.
But he didn't care too much.
The days are all mixed up to the point of grazing, how much difference is there between early death and late death?
"Tell them quickly, what cargo do they need?" the astronomer said.
Player b repeats.
"Anything you produce, we buy, food, handicrafts, industrial products, raw materials, literary and artistic works... Of course, the premise is that those things must be able to be sold in your own market." After a while, the other side said come sound.
Player B was a little stunned, and then suddenly, the other party meant to say, don't take the messy garbage, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to make up the number.
For example, picking up a stone from the ground is said to be a leftover fossil from the ancient times.
What you don't recognize in the market will be recognized by others.
"Ask him, what do they sell?" reminded the male college student.
Player b repeats again.
"We sell all kinds of health care services, such as longevity transformation services, which can change your genes and telomeres, so that your cells can permanently maintain a balance of division and death. At your civilization stage, the biggest need should be this. "
Can live forever?
Player b's heart skips a beat.
Isn't it?
Various other commodities, no matter how good, cannot be compared with this one.
Chapter end
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