Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

"Okay, okay, I surrender. As he spoke, the plague doctor raised his hands above his head and his cane together.

His reaction was unexpected.

Star and Esta were stunned for a moment, their faces full of astonishment, and they looked at each other for a moment, and then they looked at the plague doctor vigilantly.

It was nothing like what they expected!

Shouldn't he refuse to cooperate, resist violently, and then use his abilities to clash with Foundation agents?

Thanks to them, they also arranged for a lot of agents to hide around, and set up Scranton Reality Anchor......

Now it seems that it is too much to worry about.

Instead of resisting, the epidemic doctor cooperated incomparably and surrendered on the spot, and the whole process was extremely smooth.

"Thank you for your cooperation. "

Esta glanced left and right, and the agent on the side understood, stepped forward, and escorted the epidemic doctor out of the place.

- Of course, Esta didn't know how to contain the anomaly, and she only had one countermeasure in mind for Containment-096, and she had no experience at all about what to do next.

The development that followed went smoothly.

Until they got in the car, there were no accidents.

The epidemic doctor remained silent, not saying a word, seemingly unconcerned about the origin of this group of men in black.

"Is he really a Euclid containment object?"

Getting into the car and wearing a seat belt, "Star" raised his bewilderment.

"Isn't one of the characteristics of Euclid-class containment precisely its unpredictability?"

Esta smiled, helpless.

She vaguely felt that this containment operation had not touched the anomaly of the epidemic doctor at all, which made him look safe and extremely cooperative.

But how did those zombies come about?

Did the victims of the disappearance meet the epidemic doctor after they died, or did they die because they met the epidemic doctor?

There are many mysteries.

But that's what makes it fun to be a Foundation employee, to be in an anomalous world, and to deal with a lot of anomalies.

Esta's curiosity, her thirst for knowledge, her thirst for the unknown, was alive and burning.

......

Before the last rays of the setting sun set, the convoy slowly navigated the wide, flat road.

Soon after, they arrived at Site-85, and an oppressive aura ensued.

The camouflage covering the alloy door slowly removed, and the heavy door slowly opened open through hole 983.

Agents were carrying Containment-049 through layers of access control, and every procedure was strictly followed.

It was also the first time that Esta had experienced how tight the Foundation's security measures were.

Compared to the Foundation's ancient program hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Blacktower Space Station is a bit of a joke in terms of programming.

"But even with such a rigorous procedure...... Containment breaches will still occur...... Is this an anomaly?" Esta whispered to herself.

"Hmm, did Stationmaster Esta say anything?" "Star" asked.

"Hmm...... I'm wondering what Xiaobai is doing. Esta smiled.

"He," "Star's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled," he ...... Somewhere, silently watching us. "

"Huh, is that so?"

"Well, if in Foundation parlance...... He was the last administrator to pick up the phone. "

"Huh~ That's good. "

During the conversation, the group walked through the long hallway.

The lights cast shadows on the corridors, telling the history and secrets of the place.

The plague doctor slowly moved forward under the strict supervision of the agents.

It moves slowly and cautiously, turning its mask from time to time, looking at the room it passes, "tsk" twice, shaking its head, as if regretful, as if dissatisfied.

Eventually, they arrived at a temporary containment cell.

It was a purpose-built room with heavy armor plates embedded in the walls, and several Scranton Reality Anchors outside the room.

Once the plague doctor had been carefully placed by the agents, Esta and Star left with most of the agents.

Immediately afterwards, they came to the monitoring room and observed the actions of the epidemic doctors through monitoring.

They then began to flip through the workbook to see what to do and what not to do after containment.

Who knows, a beautiful figure appeared in the surveillance screen.

She is dressed professionally, but she has pink hair that is out of place in the whole world.

It's not March 7, who else can it be.

"Huh?"

"Star" instinctively stood up, turned around and was about to go to the containment chamber and drag March 7 out.

It's not that I doubt March 7, but I believe too much in the ability of March 7 (AHAI) to survive.

In case one is not careful, so that the game cannot continue, reopening is a trivial matter;

Being forced to interrupt the process and having to go back to Tabus to see Kafka on trial was the big deal.

Esta grabbed Star and told her to sit down first—now that March had accepted the task, all they had to do was trust her.

...... If it fails, say more.

Anyway, it's just a simple exchange, pacifying the containment, getting preliminary information, and asking if there is anything special needed......

I guess it won't mess up.

......

In a temporary containment cell.

The plague doctor leaned over slightly, the dark medieval doctor's costume flickering in the dim light.

He gazed at the slowly entering March 7 with a contemplative gaze, and slowly spoke:

"So how do we get started? Introduce yourself?"

March 7 was a little confused, she summoned the game settings, and slammed the interface inside, trying to find the settings interface of the synesthesia beacon and turn on automatic translation.

But she failed.

She smiled awkwardly and cast an inquiring look at the agent next to her:

"We can find a translator—"

"No need for a translator, ma'am, so you can understand. "

March 7 breathed a sigh of relief, she had imagined the situation of the epidemic doctor's non-cooperation, but she didn't expect that she would almost be unable to communicate directly because of the language barrier.

- Since the advent of the synesthesia beacon, the communication between galactic civilizations is no longer an insurmountable gap, and all kinds of foreign languages have become insignificant elective content.

She cleared her throat, trying to demonstrate the professionalism expected of a Foundation employee:

"Good. You can call me Dr. March, I-"

"Ah, a doctor!" the epidemic doctor suddenly interjected.

There was a strange excitement in his voice:

"Like-minded people, there is no doubt about it. Ma'am, what is your specialty?" (If you read violent novels, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

March 7 was suddenly asked, she pretended not to be in a hurry, spread out the file, and read her character settings again.

Only then did a few words come out.

"Mysterious biology, why—"

She had just realized that she had been misunderstood as a doctor, and before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the laughter of the epidemic doctor.

He laughed a little too much. []

"A medical staff just like me. Miracles abound! I thought I had been kidnapped by ordinary street thugs!"

As he spoke, he looked around the room, as if assessing the place.

"And then there's this place. Is it your lab? I guess so, so clean, with almost no traces of the plague. "

"Plague? what does that mean?" said March Seven, raising an eyebrow, confused by the word.

......

In the monitoring room, Esta and Star are equally engrossed.

In Bai Xuan's prompt, there is the word plague.

In the Foundation's database, the plague doctor is even more inseparable from the plague.

When the Black Death raged, doctors of yesteryear tried to put an end to the infection.

They wore waxed linen or canvas shirts, black hats on top of their heads, masks that filtered the air, beak-like masks, eyes protected by transparent glass, white gloves, and wooden sticks.

They were used to lift a patient's sheets or clothing, or to instruct a patient on how to heal a sick, believing that such equipment would protect them from the Black Death.

Because medicine was not developed at that time, the cause was not known at all, so this costume was somewhat intended to scare away the disease, and they were called Bird's Beak Doctors.

Could it be that some terrible plague has broken out in the place where Containment-049 appeared?

"Star, is there anything abnormal in the previous town except for zombies?"

"Anomalous?" Star thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, the epidemic doctor is the biggest anomaly." "

Or rather, this is what Xiaobai said...... Some kind of paranoia?"

......

Hearing the question of March 7, the epidemic doctor suddenly became serious.

He leaned back in his chair, his voice low and powerful.

"Scourge! Oops, you know, that, uh......" The plague doctor pounded his temple angrily.

"What do they call it...... That...... Ah, forget it. Plague, yes. It's everywhere beyond these walls, you know. "

"Many have already succumbed, and many more will have to succumb until a perfect cure for it can be developed. Luckily, I'm pretty close. "

"You see, it is my life's duty to rid the world of its menace. A cure that ends all healing!"

March 7 tried to ask:

"When you say mass extinction, do you mean the Black Death?"

"I don't know what it is. "

"I see. March 7 shook her head, the epidemic doctor gave her a strange feeling, but she couldn't say it.

She could only follow the process and continue to ask:

"Well, then, the entities that our agents encountered in that house were dead when you found them, didn't you? You resurrected them?"

"Well, yes in a sense. "The tone of the epidemic doctor is a little complicated.

Although he wore a mask through a bird's beak, March 7 felt that he was despised by the other party, and even questioned a wave of professionalism.

"You're taking things too simply, doctor!" sighed the plague doctor.

"Broaden your horizons: life and death, illness and health, are the words of amateur physicians. "

"There is only one disease in the world, and that is the plague. Nothing else!"

"Make no mistake, they're very sick, all of them. "

"Do you think you've cured those people?" March 7 became more and more incomprehensible.

Could it be that human civilization in ancient times was blank in terms of medicine, and all diseases were classified as plagues?

If not, what is the plague that the plague doctors insist on?

"That's true. My treatment is the most effective. The plague doctor raised his gloved hand, rubbed his chin through the mask, and nodded in satisfaction.

"What we're recycling isn't human anymore. March 7 retorted.

"Yes, it's not a perfect treatment. "But that will take time." Further experiments are needed!"

"I've spent my whole life studying my therapy, Dr. March, and I'll spend another life if necessary. "

"We've wasted too much time right now. There is still work to be done!"

"I needed a lab of my own that would allow me to continue my research unhindered. Of course, there are assistants, although I can provide them myself, sooner or later. "

That's a lot of demand...... In other words, can the containment objects ask the Foundation for their own needs...... Should I approve it on the spot, or should I go through the process......

March 7 suddenly couldn't make up his mind.

After a few moments, she thought of an excellent way to answer:

"I don't think our organization will allow—"

"Stop talking nonsense. The plague doctor interrupted her and said in a resolute tone, "We are all scientists. "

"Put on your coat and show me my dorm, doctor. "

He waved the stick in his hand, "Our work begins now!"

March 7 immediately rejected the request of the epidemic doctor and left as if he were running away.

For the first time, she felt that it was not a good thing for the game to be too realistic.

Especially in the face of such a containment object that is completely incomprehensible, just communicating is difficult enough.

If it is replaced by a general game, the conversation just now only needs to choose between a few options, and you don't have to face the epidemic doctor who is a little crazy and oppressive.

However, her sacrifice has paid off after all.

March 7 opened the file of Containment-049, revealing changes to many of the unlocked entries.

[While Containment-049 is capable of communicating in a very humanized manner, its presence creates a strange sense of unease.] 】

[There is no doubt that there is something very mysterious about this entity.] 】

[Also, the sharp stick that we have been wielding around in Containment 49.] 】

[This is partly due to standard confiscation protocols for items in anomaly possession, and partly due to the fact that 049 is indeed a threat when he wields the stick in his way.] 】

[The entity was not happy at first, but when we decided to make a concession and provide it with "test subjects" (more for our own research interests, of course), it showed enthusiasm. 】

The question is, what to do next?