Chapter 1705 - 433: Star Fall Letter: Buried History_2

Chapter 1705: Chapter 433: Star Fall Letter: Buried History_2

The guidance upon receiving the payment wasted no words and immediately activated the light screen retrospection mode.

Thus, a piece of sealed history unfolded in Xie Yu’s mind.

If not for the guidance, perhaps this history would have been eternally buried.

... ℴ

years ago.

Earthquake Continent, Mechanical Army ravaged the land.

Numerous surveillance robots served as extensions of the "Mechanical Sovereign’s" will, establishing investigation nodes in various regions of Earthquake Continent, weaving a constantly expanding perception network.

A node robot with the number "DAAAV-734" accidentally got caught in a space reverse flow during reconnaissance.

Its core database rapidly collapsed in the void, like a leaf torn by a gust of wind, tumbling in the dimensional turbulence.

Its shell was torn, with pale blue energy droplets falling, tracing fleeting light marks in the darkness.

Fortunately, 734 was captured by the gravity of a Small World just before complete destruction.

When it shook off the void erosion, it transformed into a fireball and fell towards the ground of the Small World.

When 734 restarted its observation functions, it found a small boy in rough clothes crouched in front of it, cautiously poking its damaged shell with dirty fingers.

734’s sensors slowly focused, recording the features of this carbon-based lifeform: black eyes, curly hair, a shallow scar on the left brow bone.

"My name is Ah Tu." The boy introduced himself to the iron lump, then curiously asked:

"Who are you? Are you a star that fell from the sky?"

stared silently, unable to understand the words without its database, nor understand where it was.

It could only discern from the boy’s curious expression that this was not a threatening signal.

It tried to activate its voice module, but only emitted a hoarse electric current sound, with scrambled text intermittently appearing on the screen, soon returning to darkness.

Energy had already dropped below the emergency threshold, unable even to maintain basic observations.

"Are you okay?" The boy crouched down, holding 734 in his palms, turning it over again and again.

He noticed that the crystal stone on the robot’s head flickered increasingly weakly, with many small interfaces next to the crystal stone.

The boy scratched his head in confusion, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

It looked somewhat like the interface on his family’s old radio.

The boy stuffed 734 into his bosom, sticking it to his warm belly, as if he were cradling a treasure, and sneaked back home.

Ah Tu’s home was in the shantytown on the outskirts of the city, with only a dim yellow light bulb in the low, earthen house, and electricity was stolen from the nearby factory. The voltage was unstable, and they were often pursued by patrolling electricians.

The boy hid 734 in a wooden box under the bed, waiting until the dead of night to stealthily pull out the radio charger, clumsily aiming at 734’s interface aided by the moonlight streaming in from the window.

But the interface sizes didn’t match at all.

This plunged Ah Tu into silence.

At that moment, small lines automatically extended from 734’s plug, actively connecting to the electrical wire.

734’s screen shone with a faint blue light, scaring the boy into hurriedly covering the screen, his heart pounding.

Afraid the light would attract electricians, and more afraid that the "star" from the sky would vanish again.

After that, stealing electricity became their secret daily ritual.

The boy would figure out the electrician patrol routes in advance, leading 734 to hide in the grass outside the factory wall, and when the halo from the patrol light drifted away, he’d quickly scamper up the utility pole and pull the temporary wire to their hideaway.

would use its remaining energy to help him monitor safety.

A green screen signified safety.

If it flickered red, the boy would immediately unplug, holding the robot and diving into the grass pile.

Once, they were nearly discovered by an electrician, with the boy clutching 734 and running in panic through the night, only daring to breathe when they hid in an abandoned water tower.

The moonlight seeped in through the cracks of the water tower, illuminating the boy and the machine, and 734’s screen suddenly projected a small smiling face. The boy couldn’t help but laugh at the light spot.

As energy gradually recovered, 734 regained anti-gravity flight ability, starting to understand the world through TV and books.

Finding this a world that had just ignited the spark of early industry.

Motorcars burning poor quality fuel rushed down the streets, crude metal exhaust pipes spewing sparks mixed with black smoke.

Buildings were mostly square boxes made of industrial waste and local red rock, with rooftops dense with crystal stone rods collecting the thin energy from the air.

These crystal stone rods under the night sky looked like a hazy and flickering orange glow, swaying nearby in the twilight.

The street where Ah Tu lived was at the tail end of the city’s energy network.

The energy here was intermittent, forcing residents to install worn-out storage tanks on rooftops.

Store energy when abundant, rely on stored energy when scarce, and if long-term restoration fails, resort to lighting pungent biological oil lamps.

During the day, 734 would hide in Ah Tu’s backpack, accompanying him through this world, half new, half old.

Ah Tu would walk three miles to school, along the way telegraph poles coiled with multicolored wires and broadcast horns hung.

What intrigued 734 was the shop at the alley entrance.

The shop was always crowded, with a 14-inch black-and-white screen on the shelf, broadcasting content that always elicited exclaims from the onlookers.

During this period, 734 learned to read signal frequencies with its sensors.

It discovered that this world’s signals were still in the analog phase, with only five channels.

Sifting through these five channels deepened 734’s understanding of this world.

Time quietly slipped away as they grew together.

Ah Tu had grown into a lean teenager, and 734’s understanding of the world grew deeper.