Chapter 406: A child with a mother is like a treasure

Energy remaining..... 0.02%

Deployable hull function.... locked.

Humanoid body mobility.... locked

Suggestion: store energy, prepare for emergencies.

Various data about her body were reported one by one in her mind; 7089's emotionless eyes observed all around, and the extraordinarily strange environment made her frown deeply.

I.... why am I still alive?

7089 didn't quite understand; as a humanoid lifeform that should have been scrapped, why could she awaken again?

Her parts must be valuable, right? Shouldn't they have been taken off for use by other humanoid lifeforms?

Using the little energy brought by radiation, 7089 quickly checked her condition; the doubtful heart instantly relaxed.

On the status panel of her condition, all core components were indicated as offline; looking around, everything was red, meaning she currently had no valuable parts anywhere on her body.

Or rather, everything that could be dismantled on her has pretty much been taken apart.

And she wasn't compressed into a patty like scrap; it was purely due to the instability of the space-folding technology, purely to prevent her from collapsing in place.

Soaking her in a stable dispersant solution and sealing her in a sturdy culture tank is the most cost-effective method.

Since that's the case, let's just give up.

Thinking this, 7089 slowly closed her eyes and lay there in the scrap heap; for some reason, it gave her an extraordinarily sense of ease.

No need to worry about experiments, no need to worry about any experiments, also no need to worry about being scrapped; just lying down is fine, and that's already quite comfortable.

7089's consciousness slowly drifted into sleep; this rare ease actually lessened her self-destructive tendency considerably.

After who knows how long, a clinking sound came, accompanied by noisy battery noise; 7089 was disturbed with a headache and slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a strange person, constantly unloading cargo from an electric tricycle.

7089 made no sound; a pair of white eyes glowing faintly remained hidden in the scrap heap, quietly observing Zhang Jie.

Is it a human?

How come he's dressed so raggedly?

She curiously looked at Zhang Jie; she had never seen such a human before, and at that moment Zhang Shifu was swearing while moving steel plates, his left eye socket bruised purple, his whole body filthy, clearly having taken a beating.

You're bullying me just because I'm alone! Damn it! Wait for me, you little brat!

It's obvious that Zhang Jie was beaten by Wasteland Dwellers when he went back to scavenge for supplies; the purple panda eye on his face is proof.

Having long stayed in the radioactive environment, these Wasteland Dwellers have actually begun to develop resistance to radiation.

Compared to before, when they could only linger around the edges of Feitu City two years ago, their range of activity has greatly increased; now when Zhang Jie goes out looking for loot, he often runs into a few of them.

Indeed, Zhang Jie went back to see if he could get two steel plates from a container; just after unloading them, a few Wasteland Dwellers seized the loot and even threw a few punches at him.

A few young kids, looking about sixteen or seventeen, because of radiation, not only grew into strange shapes but also have absurdly great strength.

Although Zhang Jie looks a bit anxious, he's only twelve; facing these guys he's somewhat outmatched, so in the end he could only carry back a little, and the electric tricycle got a dent smashed into it.

If my mom were here, I'd beat you all to death!

Zhang Jie vented his frustration by continuously moving things downstairs; the more he thought, the more wronged he felt, so he simply sat on the ground and wiped away tears.

He missed human females; although they are far weaker than him and often tease him, in a situation like today she would definitely vent his anger for him.

Mom, where are you....

They bully me...

Not far away, 7089 watched Zhang Jie constantly wiping his tears; her pure white eyes swirled with some indescribable emotion.

Mother? In a sense, she has also had one.

For humans, this may be an inseparable bond, but for her as a "scrap", perhaps it's only useful when she still has value.

Her mother had abandoned her long ago.

Has he.... also been abandoned?

Is he also like me?

7089 watched the tear-wiping Zhang Jie, let out a faint sigh; now she could only move her eyelids and eyeballs, and even basic comfort was impossible.

But she wouldn't comfort Zhang Jie either, because she simply didn't know how to comfort him.

Just watch silently like this; humans are creatures with strong self-regulating abilities, no matter how dire the situation, they always rise up in resistance—believe that this adult human before us can too.

In the dark scrap heap, a pair of eyes just quietly stared at Zhang Jie; it's like this now, and perhaps many years from now it will still be like this.

After you finish crying, you pick yourself up again; tears are merely a lubricant for easing sorrow—no matter what, life must go on.

But this event unstoppably awakened your longing for human females—how happy the days with her were, now how painful it is.

But you're never the type to give up easily; before you were a stubborn donkey, and now you still are!

As a practitioner of Violence Aesthetics, you have countless ways to kill them outright, but the teachings of human females remain etched in your mind, and you haven't gone crazy enough to kill indiscriminately.

You started researching some self-defense weapons, but for some reason you always feel your skin is chilly, as if someone is peeping at you.

You feel quite strange; thinking it over, the only difference between now and before is that humanoid lifeform you brought back, but she shows no sign of waking up.

Although her cheeks feel soft and springy when pinched, there's no sign of activity; after a check, you can only give up, but unbeknownst to you, after you leave, 7089 will open her eyes and watch you.

As long as you're within her field of view, she'll secretly stare at you, but you've never noticed.

And to fight those guys, you finally relied on your own understanding to create an extremely terrifying weapon—a projectile that releases a protein stench.

The inspiration for this weapon came from that incident where trash was dumped on the roof of your shelter; you still remember how you and the human female stank for almost half a month.

After probing and searching, you finally found the brats who bullied you last time and launched a foul-protein attack on them!