old light morning light

Chapter 187 "86"

"So you're saying that someone grabbed you on the way here and helped you perform an operation?"

The young officer in front of him folded his arms, and looked up and down at me, who was a little bit embarrassed.

Although this feeling is very unpleasant, it doesn't matter when I think that after all, I really saved a fresh life just now.

"Don't tell me you're dizzy?"

Dover raised his eyelids, I know my face must be very ugly.

That strong feeling of exhaustion did not come from a lot of physical exhaustion, but from the shock and fear of the soul.

"Hmph, I don't feel dizzy, but the conditions there are really hard to keep my stomach from turning over."

"Speaking of condition, Dover, is the condition of the ship... not very good?"

After thinking about it, it would be better to ask directly. It also suddenly occurred to me that he was hiding something from me because of his weird demeanor and actions just now.

This can also be confirmed from the fact that his expression froze after hearing what I said.

"Sit down, you've been standing by this porthole for so long, I didn't realize I should let you sit down first."

This kind of small meeting area is quite common on ships. Using this kind of corner or larger space to install some fixed tables and chairs can greatly improve the living conditions of the crew.

At this moment, it has exited the jump, and the armored outer panels protecting the fragile portholes have also been reopened. Just sit down and enjoy the beautiful view of the Milky Way outside the window.

"It must be cold outside the window, right?"

Why do you say this all of a sudden?
Did I not ask clearly just now?
This guy looked out the window, and suddenly had a desire to use the scenery to express his feelings, right?
"Outside is what they call the 'cold' universe. Have you seen those twinkling stars, like sun after sun, maybe unexpectedly warm."

"You want to say..."

"We're just better off."

Before I could fully express my questions, Dover interrupted my speech directly.

"It didn't turn into minced meat directly, nor did it float like a piece of debris in the cold outer space."

Speaking of this, is it just our own fate?
He looks like this, don't tell me there is some serious problem on board, right?
It can be seen that this guy's complexion is actually quite bad, and his eyes don't seem to be as agile as before. Rather than being frightened or feeling fear like me, it's better...

"Lin Man, would you believe me if I said that we might...become a piece of space junk and drift forever in the cold space?"

It would be better to say that they can only passively accept the bleak reality, and there is nothing worse than death... Wait?
What did he... just say, space junk, and forever drifting?
"you……?"

"What does it mean to drift forever in the cold space?"

"drop!"

A tear fell from the corner of Dover's eye without warning, I was sure there was no movement but I heard the clear sound of water droplets.

The crystal phantom disappeared from my peripheral vision in an instant, and only the slightly red eyes remained to prove its existence.

"The three hosts have been damaged. The high-energy magnetic fluid leaked from the previously damaged inverter, which not only caused the explosion of the host, but also affected the other two hosts."

"We exited the jump with the remaining power, and now we have lost the ability to move. Although the colleagues in the repair team are still working hard to rescue it, but..."

But maybe not much hope, right?

"You mean, we've lost momentum now?"

The man with the eyes nodded slightly, although he remained silent, the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed.

If you can't move, can you call for help?

"What about the communication?"

"Can we still ask for help?"

"No, the communication tower and the navigation antenna are severely damaged, and the super-light entanglement that was synchronized before has been disintegrated for some reason."

"The spare communication antenna has not been repaired before... In addition, the original hull antenna has also been removed due to modification, so..."

Having said so much, maybe it’s better to look away, Dover rubbed his eyes and smiled at me, the sadness in his eyes has been replaced by tiredness unknowingly.

"Without power, the energy reserves may be depleted quickly, especially after many energy pipelines have been damaged in previous battles."

"It is estimated that we have about two or three days left. Of course, we have not been able to convey this news to most of our colleagues..."

"Can't you open your mouth?"

Recalling that hell, there are so many people who want to grasp the hope called "life", so hard to climb out of the dead.

"Ah."

People who are struggling in the purgatory of blood and flesh know that the ultimate destination is death, how will they feel?
Oh, what a fool, what a mockery.

Don't I do the same thing myself?
"Lin Man?"

Obviously, he worked so hard to survive, escaped so hard, came here from the empire, and still dreamed...that he could find news about his parents.

Cut, isn't it just another place to accept death in the end?
"Lin Man?"

"what?"

"what happened?"

The voices kept coming from my ears, and my sight was refocused, and I recalled my soul from the deep space of my heart.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Did you notice something was wrong before?"

"Why are you completely unmoved!"

"Humph……!"

All of a sudden, my sight shook violently, and out of my body's instinct, my hands could only tightly cover my head.

Dover, who had been sitting stiffly, rushed over suddenly, grabbed my clothes and pushed me down on the cold ground.

The reddish eyes stared at me tightly, which made me feel a little stinging.

Since the torso and head are not injured, it is better to try to comfort the trembling soul first.

"Okay, it's okay, take a deep breath first, my dear Dover."

Well, if he could vent the pressure accumulated in his heart, he wouldn't be so sad.

"It's useless to be anxious, let's calm down and think about it first, shall we?"

But what he said was right, I didn't seem to have any overly intense mental activities, just like now, even if I was knocked down by him and crushed under me, I was still so surprisingly calm.

When did my mentality start to change?
Didn't I still dislike me before...was I always just a coward who didn't grow up?
But why now, it seems that I have no feelings, I... am I still myself?
If it weren't for his panting sound as violent as his movements, I might have thought that what I was seeing was just a weird dream.

Yes, I have had all kinds of strange dreams since I was a child. Even in the dreams, I can clearly realize that I am dreaming many times, but not now.

Being pushed down is not without pain, but the stimulation brought by the biting cold metal deck suppresses the pain of falling for the time being. From a sensory point of view, the biting coldness, the faint pain, and the rush of Dover The warm panting is quite real.

It can only be said that I can indeed accept the possible death so calmly, so it is indeed my progress.

"Okay, okay, how long are you going to hold me down like this?"

"Hold... uh, sorry."

I finally realized my impulsiveness, but I don't blame him. In many cases, the parties themselves may not be able to understand what happened.

As I kept stroking Dover's back, the pressure from him and the grip on my uniform began to decrease. It's better to get up now, just lying down is not an option, right?

Oops, I'm such a big person, and I still look like a child. I found out that I have a wonderful personality charm that will turn everyone around me into a child...

"If, as you said, there is no other way, wouldn't it be too much trouble to be so anxious?"

"Instead of getting angry and dying anxiously, I prefer to accept the arrival of reality calmly, at least this is the way I choose to die, calm and calm, right?"

What am I... talking nonsense?
But it doesn't matter, I haven't had such symptoms for a day or two, as long as it can help him calm down, I feel that I can say such strange things.

"Dum, thump, thump...!"

"Overhaul the flexible pipe on the C8 side!"

"Got it, let's start from the upper pipeline, please go down to measure the attenuation!"

"Roger that!"

Was that member of the maintenance team running past us just now?

"Look, the colleagues on the ship haven't given up on the ship yet."

In contrast, Dover, who was lifted up by me and sat down again, looked more like an officer.

Maybe it's because I finally used up all the energy I was holding in my heart. This guy is now spread out on the seat like a pool of mud. If it weren't for the eyeballs that seem to be able to respond to my movements, it would be almost as dead .

"Ah."

Weak, if this guy ends up like this, he might really be dying here.

Or, in fact, dead.

"Don't give up, haven't we been sunk yet?"

Speaking of which, we really haven't reached the final step.

I remember that there is a special design in the ships of the empire. When the main structural keel of the ship is laid, a distress transmitter will be installed in a special part of it. The specially designed electrodes make it permanently short-circuited by the structural conductor...

Although I don't know if the same design really exists in the alliance's ships, at least it can be used to trick the poor man now, and it can still give him a glimmer of hope.

Although it sounds very unreliable and the hope it brings is quite slim, it is for people like me who are still sober.

"If you are in darkness, any possible light will become as dazzling as a star."

This is the meaning and value of the so-called hope.

(End of this chapter)