Sometimes the memory of a dream can last for hours, and sometimes itâs forgotten the moment you open your eyes.
He sat in a chair, lit a cigarette, and began to flip through the train log.
Everything is normal.
No noteworthy incidents or surprises.
He just picked up Xiaolv from the chair next to him, played with its powdery little mouth, and said with a smile, "Once we get out, the train can almost be upgraded to Level 15, then you can wake up too."
"An S-level Stellar Giant Beast cub, itâs really exciting to see what youâll be like when you wake up."
He suddenly thought of something.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, "An S-level Stellar Giant Beast should be the highest level, right? There shouldnât be any r, sr, ssr levels, right?"
In the train room, Aiâs voice quickly sounded.
"According to the information in my database, the S-level Stellar Giant Beast is the highest level. Thereâs no information about r, sr, ssr levels, but thatâs just in my database, not sure if the Mechanical Civilization has corresponding levels internally."
"Hopefully not."
Chen Mang breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that even at Level 15, Xiaolv wouldnât wake up. A stronger Stellar Giant Beast would require consuming more iron ore to nurture the cub, and he didnât have that much iron ore to spare for Xiaolv.
S-level is enough; hopefully, there wonât be any more surprises.
The conditions to upgrade to a Level 15 train are quite high, and he isnât there yet. This requirement will likely hold him back for a long time.
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"Upgrade Conditions": Consume 60,000 units of Level 3 iron ore; all components inside the train must be over Level 240; have over 500 or more survivors; and have three pairs of train residents get married through a âDoomsday Marriage Certificate,â and have one child under the age of 16.
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The first few conditions are easy to meet; heâs already met them, but the latter conditions...
Itâs apparent.
Mechanical Civilization probably hopes that high-level trains have more of a sense of responsibility, and while surviving, consider the continuation of the species and the heritage of civilization as much as possible. Although those children are unlikely to contribute much value at this stage, they are undeniably the backbone of cultural transmission.
The future of civilization requires them to carry it on.
There are quite a few children under the age of 16 on the Fixed Star.
But three pairs of train residents getting married through a âDoomsday Marriage Certificateâ is a bit challenging.
Firstâ
"Doomsday Marriage Certificate" isnât something easy to come by; heâs curious about where other trains upgraded to Level 15 got their Doomsday Marriage Certificates from?
On Fixed Star, there are three Doomsday Marriage Certificates.
But thereâs never been anyone who could use them; truly falling in love seems like an impossible barrier.
Mountain Cat and Mei Jia have already been married.
Just need two more.
But...
"Ai, I remember quite a few people on the train recently paired up, is there not a single genuine couple?"
"Theyâve all tried, but none."
"Even though they know theyâre not genuine with each other, they havenât broken up?"
"Uh... Train Captain, this is the doomsday; being together is just about getting by, no one cares if the other is genuine."
"I know."
Chen Mang furrowed his brows slightly, sitting in his chair and pondering for a while before speaking softly, "Call Zhang Yiren for me."
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Soonâ
"Master Mang."
Zhang Yiren stood in the train room, cautiously glancing at Chen Mang sitting in the chair, testing, "You wanted to see me?"
"Mm, do you remember that cornea movie you shot last time, where the male and female lead kept missing each other, and after missing several hundred times, they each started their own families and then reunited, and finally fell in love with each other again, that melodramatic movie?"
"Master Mang, donât worry."
Zhang Yiren said seriously and solemnly, "Iâve already reformed, the movies Iâve been shooting lately arenât that kind of script anymore; such melodramatic storylines not even a dog would write."
"Write it, why not write it."
Chen Mang tapped his knuckles on the table a few times, "Write two more scripts like this, and make the process as melodramatic as possible, aiming for the male and female leads to be madly in love with each other by the end, the kind that would die without each other."
"Uh...I can write it." Zhang Yiren glanced uneasily at President Ai beside him for help, unsure what Master Mang meant, could this be a test?
"You must be able to write it; when youâre done, hand the script over to Ai."
"Alright, you can go, youâre done here."
After Zhang Yiren left,
He then looked at Ai, "Once those two scripts are finished, you find two young couples, take them to your mecha research and development center. Iâll provide two âCombat Training Virtual Spacesâ there, implant the scripts into the dreamscape; if they canât truly fall in love, a barrage of this would definitely make them fall head over heels."
"Do it for seven days and nights."
"When they wake up, take them to get married first thing."
"Understood."
Ai nodded in sudden realization. Such melodramatic scripts may be melodramatic, but having it as the male and female leads happening to yourself, youâd definitely fall head over heels.
People are sad when they lose something, even if itâs worthless to them.
Just like a simp who sends goodnight messages to his goddess for three years, suddenly one day stops, and that goddess wonât be able to sleep tonight.
Even though this goddess doesnât lack a simp like that.
As the male lead, even if he doesnât like this woman, after missing a few hundred times, heâd become deeply in love.
Love...
Itâs not a sacred thing; it can be artificially manipulated.
For exampleâ
The simplest way to pursue a girl isnât about intentions or trying to create rendezvous opportunities, but to directly use technology.