Chapter 404: airdrop smack‑face

Humanoid Ship Lifeform, a special kind of artificial life, essentially a super lifeform created through the combination of genes and machinery.

The core technologies are: deep bio-integration technology, deep space folding technology, super-intelligent AI emotion module, ship bio-integration technology, and complete warship production technology.

The stronger and more advanced the warship, the stronger it becomes after becoming a ship life.

Having only the manufacturing technology for humanoid ship lifeforms is completely unable to keep up; the fundamental reality is advanced warship manufacturing technology.

However, it's a pity that regarding this most important point, this tragic civilization remains unaware.

They merely conducted experiment after experiment, using wrong methods each time, tormenting the life they created.

D—7089 is one of them; as the fourth batch of independently developed ship lives, she is the one with the fewest problems.

Other humanoid ship lifeforms either cannot merge with a warship, or cannot utilize space folding technology.

Compared to these fatal huge problems, 7089's problems seem tiny by comparison.

She fears pain, fears being scrapped, fears being abandoned; this also caused her to never achieve complete fusion with the warship.

The root of all this is merely that, by a lucky coincidence, she heard something she shouldn't have.

That came from the experimental staff responsible for everything about her, an existence comparable to her mother, an existence that supported her to keep going.

If she cannot succeed, the only option is to be scrapped, worthless; the only option is to be scrapped—these are her own words.

Fear surged like a tide; from that day on, she began to fear, fearing being scrapped, fearing death.

Originally everything went smoothly for her; that researcher once described to her the brilliance of the Star Sea, described how magnificent space battles are, and told her stories about warships and their pilots.

But all of this has now been easily shattered; she tries to do everything as best as possible, tries to make herself extremely valuable, as long as she becomes valuable, she won't be scrapped.... right?

The answer is negative; even though she relied on her own efforts to become the most promising humanoid lifeform, she still received a despairing answer.

They are the batch destined to be scrapped; their bodies are defective, incomplete, and their existence means nothing but paving the way for countless future versions of them.

The emotion-processing module composed of silicon-based crystal cores issued a warning; the artificially infused crystal cores rich with emotion uncontrollably embarked on nihilism.

She still strives hard, striving to grasp that slim hope, but she has already lost hope for the future.

Just like the experiment conducted by someone who once piloted a red mecha, giving emotion to a mechanical body with absolute rationality will drive the individual uncontrollably toward self-destruction, just as she is now.

Since everything is meaningless, since the future holds no hope, might as well just give up....

Finally, 7089 began to slack off; her experimental progress became extremely slow, her perception of pain became abnormally dull, she began to yearn for death, and her evaluation shifted from being the most promising humanoid life to being a doomed-to-be-scrapped wreck.

Many lifeforms of the same series have already overcome their biggest problems, becoming genuine warships capable of combat, yet she remains stuck in place.

She stubbornly dragged her own minimal-problem self into becoming the lifeform with the greatest problems, until she was truly abandoned.

"All this... is finally over."

At the moment before being completely shut down, only this sentence surfaced in her mind, after which her consciousness plunged entirely into darkness.

Unfortunately, her body had already fused with a warship in the final experimental stage; although the fusion succeeded, her mind developed severe problems, severe nihilism, and helplessly she could only be abandoned, becoming a wreck.

If it weren't for this civilization lacking the mature technology to disassemble humanoid ship lifeforms, she would likely have been torn apart into a pile of parts and sent back for reforging.

Meanwhile, on the neighboring scrap star, Zhang Jie keeps fiddling with the telescope left behind by the human female.

Since the human female departed, the vast world seems to have only him left, and his remaining greatest pleasure is to tinker with these strange machines.

Inside Feitu City there are indeed people, but he is unwilling to come into contact with them.

These people are greedy, unable to communicate, extremely dangerous, and might lash out and hurt someone at any moment.

So Zhang Jie still prefers to shrink into his little shelter, picking up trash and tinkering with things.

And the human female's little telescope, supposedly able to see the starry sky through this feces‑yellow sky, so Zhang Jie has lately been thinking about how to fix this thing.

However, Xiu surely hasn't fixed it, but Zhang Jie discovered that using this thing as a telescope actually works just fine.

"Hey? Any more airdrop smack‑face?"

Not far above Zhang Jie in the sky, a sturdy‑looking 'Treasure Chest' fell straight to the ground.

Zhang Jie shifted his gaze to the warship that had been dropped there, and only then realized it was a warship privately dropped without any official markings.

Such treasure chests usually contain big loot!

(Sorry, all my adoptive fathers, I don't know why today, my eyes hurt terribly, after sleeping it's still like this, I can only force myself to endure the discomfort and write these, it's so uncomfortable, sob sob sob)