Trash Planet No.12 was a trash planet in the Fal galaxy.
As the name suggested, it was used to store trash. With the continuous development of science and the advent of the Great Space Age, human life had undergone a fundamental change. Life was comfortable and stress-free, and the originally tight energy and ecological problems were alleviated by the rapid expansion of mankind. One after another, the discovery of new stars and the maturation of interstellar development technology had accelerated the pace of human life and made it more humane. However, it also brought about the rapid increase of various types of trash. The cost of reusing the trash was too high, but if left unchecked, it would have a negative impact on the living environment of the people, causing complaints among the locals. Hence, the various countries transported large amounts of trash to these trash planets. These trash planets were either planets with no mining value, or planets that had been mined out. There was no one living on these planets, so they became the best places to store trash.
Under the gray sky, mountains of various types of trash piled up endlessly, silent as the void, without a trace of life. The ice-cold metal wreckage exuded a chilling aura unique to metal, but the dust on its surface concealed its original brilliance. Only a small piece of unrusted skin that was occasionally exposed would remind people of its former glory.
On this lifeless trash planet, almost everyone believed that there would be no human existence, because of the harsh environment, no water, no food, everything that humans needed was absent. There was only one thing here - trash!
But was this trash planet really as lifeless as it looked?
Ye Chong lifted his head and looked at the old timepiece hanging on the wall. He picked it up 3 years ago from the foot of a garbage hill about 10 kilometers away from here. At that time, the touch sensor of the watch was broken, and it took Ye Chong a week to fix it. It replaced the pendulum clock that used to hang on the wall, which was even older than the old one.
It was 3.42 Fal time. Ye Chong knew that in another 13 minutes, the temperature outside would reach the best temperature of the day, and it would end at 6.17 Fal time. At other times of the day, the outside would either be scorching hot like an oven, or as cold as winter.
If there were no accidents, last night should have been the time when trash was dumped. Ye Chong considered going out today, to see if he could find some new goods. There was no shortage of food at home for the time being. There was still more than half of the Engulfing Rats that they had hunted last time, so there was no need to worry about food shortage for the next three days. Besides, there was organic liquid food at home, but it tasted far worse than fresh meat. It was like chewing wax. It had been a long time since Ye Chong had it.
Farr time was 3: 55. Almost at the same time, Ye Chong shot out of the house like an arrow released from a bow. Time was too precious for Ye Chong. This time, the dumping site of the unmanned garbage ship was half an hour away from Ye Chong's house, which meant that Ye Chong would spend an hour on the road, leaving him with less than an hour and a half to scavenge.
Ye Chong was like an agile beast, leaping through the narrow gaps between the messy and messy piles of trash without any hindrance. Ye Chong knew the terrain like the back of his hand. He believed that he would not make a mistake even if he closed his eyes.
The wind whistled in his ears, and Ye Chong enjoyed the thrill of the speed. However, he was still alert to his surroundings. If he wanted to survive on the trash planet, he would have to fight against all kinds of mutated creatures that could appear at any time.
The trash planet may not be suitable for humans, but for the mutated creatures, it was undoubtedly a paradise. The vile environment here had almost negligible effects on mutated creatures with extremely strong survivability. There was an abundance of resources here - garbage. Creatures like the Engulfing Rats would eat almost anything, so on this trash planet, they were growing at an alarming rate.
This place was also unlike the other undeveloped planets, where many mech pilots would risk their lives. No mech pilot in the world would want to stay in a place like this for even a second. Without the mech pilots to hunt, the mutated creatures would be without their greatest enemy.
Ye Chong's house was inside a mountain of garbage, and the path to the outside was a crack less than four meters wide. Metal branches protruded from time to time, giving the path a dangerous look.
Ye Chong did not slow down at all. His legs were full of explosive power, and every step took him a long distance. Perhaps his movements now were more like those of an ape, unbelievably agile. However, there was no one else on the trash planet, and Ye Chong was the only one to enjoy this amazing scene.
Ye Chong exerted strength in his legs and leaped into the air. Just as he reached the end of his ascent, he grabbed hold of a titanium rod suspended in the air. With a few somersaults, he landed steadily on the surface of the trash mountain.
Ye Chong did not continue running, but used his right index finger to rub an inconspicuous black metal ring on his left middle finger, and called out softly, "Winnie!"
A greenish-grey mech appeared in front of Ye Chong. Ye Chong muttered to himself out of habit, "If only I could find a brain-receiver this time, voice control sucks." As he spoke, he flipped into the cockpit agilely.
Winnie was about ten meters tall like the average humanoid mech, with a thick body, thick arms, and even thicker legs, making Winnie look more like a lump of metal, and the bald head looked a little comical. Due to the passage of time, the mech's surface was dull, but the round shoulders and knee joints had sharp barbs arranged in a disorderly fashion, giving off a sense of viciousness. Winnie's body was covered with all sorts of scars, from claw marks to teeth, and it was a ghastly sight. However, it was obviously well maintained, and the entire mech was spotless. It was obvious that Ye Chong cherished it.
If not for Winnie, Ye Chong might not have survived until now. At least, Ye Chong was sure that he would not be able to fight against more than two engulfers without a mech, but the engulfers had never come out in groups of less than five. On the trash planet, being weak meant death at any time. The survival of the fittest and the survival of the fittest were vividly demonstrated here.
Speaking of this mech, one person had to be mentioned, and that was Ye Chong's godfather. Ye Chong only knew that his godfather's name was Gao Shichang, and nothing else. According to his godfather, he was originally alone on the trash planet, but one day, he suddenly found Ye Chong, with the name Ye Chong written on his body. As for how his godfather came to this trash planet, and what he did before, his godfather never talked about it.
This mech was found by his godfather. It was originally a normal mech for civilian use, but after his godfather's repeated modifications, it was no longer recognizable. According to his godfather, in the outside world, almost everyone had a mech, but because of the high recycling rate, it was impossible to find one or two on the trash planet, unless one was extremely lucky. Under his godfather's influence, Ye Chong developed a strong interest in mechs, and his godfather also taught him everything he knew, and the two of them often gathered around the old photon processor at home, having heated discussions. This mech was named Winnie, and according to his godfather, Winnie was a classic mech engine from an old brand.
Unlike his godfather, who only enjoyed the fun of modifying, Ye Chong seemed to have a natural instinct and sensitivity when it came to mech piloting. Hence, Ye Chong always piloted Winnie. His godfather also said that Ye Chong might become an excellent pilot in the future.
After encountering five engulfers and successfully escaping after a fierce battle, Ye Chong began to consciously train his combat skills. Ever since he had his first taste of fresh rat meat, he had lost all interest in the organic liquid food that came out of the food machine.
After a long period of combat, Ye Chong was no longer the naive person he used to be. On the trash planet, other than a few terrifying and ferocious creatures that Ye Chong did not dare to touch, the other creatures were no longer a threat to Ye Chong. However, it was these creatures that could kill Ye Chong at any time if he was not careful.
It was a pity that Winnie was too old, and even with modifications, there were no good parts, and more importantly, no good tools. Winnie's strength was already at its limit. Most importantly, Winnie's photon processor was too outdated.
While his godfather was skilled in mechanics, he was an idiot when it came to photon processors.
His godfather once said that for any mech, the engine was its heart, and the photon processor was its soul.
Ye Chong felt a little constrained when piloting the mech.
The only advanced part of Winnie's body was its electronic eye. When Ye Chong picked it up and brought it back to his godfather, even he did not know what model it was. He only speculated that it was a new model released in recent years. After all, he had been stranded on the trash planet for decades, and he dared not imagine how the outside world had developed.
It was thanks to this advanced bionic eye that Ye Chong had escaped from danger many times.
Winnie was old, but before he found a new mech, Winnie was Ye Chong's only choice.
Ye Chong carefully adjusted Winnie's speed to 80% of its maximum speed, so that he could maintain a high speed, and still have room to react.
The journey was smooth, and Ye Chong arrived at his destination. It was an endless field of trash, but there were a few areas that were newer than the others. That was Ye Chong's target this time.
"Begin scanning!" Winnie's voice was unhurried, slow and gentle, sounding a little old, Ye Chong thought helplessly, but his eyes scanned the surroundings alertly. It could not be helped, Winnie would stop all other activities once she started scanning with her bionic eyes. Ye Chong guessed that the photon processor was too outdated. Now, Ye Chong had to rely on himself to stay alert.
Ye Chong looked around at the places where mutated lifeforms might appear, and muttered to himself, "Old man, you must do well today, it's been a long time since I've seen something new! Keep it up … Keep it up … "Ye Chong hummed a little tune. On this trash planet where there was no one else, Ye Chong could not be sure that he would speak again if he did not speak for a long time, even if there was no one to talk to here. Hence, talking to himself became a habit of his.
Ye Chong's expression was calm, but his slightly tensed body showed that he was on high alert.
"Scan complete!" The words were music to Ye Chong's ears. Ye Chong heaved a long sigh.
"Adjust to alert mode!" Ye Chong ordered Winnie. He then carefully browsed through the scan images produced by the photon processor, and a few bright red spots were very eye-catching on the images. Ye Chong could not help but feel excited. It seemed that he would not return empty-handed this time.
In the trash. Ye Chong spat out the sand that fell into his mouth from the gap of the mech.
"Damn it! Not a single useful thing, heavens, I can't be this unlucky! "Ye Chong wailed, his excitement long gone. He had searched so many places, and all of them were useless. Now there was only one place left, and it was also the smallest target. Judging from the size, Ye Chong could not imagine what this thing could be used for, but he would rather kill the wrong thing than miss it, so Ye Chong dived into the mountain of trash.
Ye Chong reclined on the chair, chewing on the freshly roasted rat meat as he toyed with his only find of the day.
It seemed to be a metal pendant, glowing with a dark metallic luster. It was only the size of three fingernails and was round in shape, surrounded by sharp curved blades. Its surface was densely covered with many strange patterns. It seemed to be disorderly, but also seemed to follow some kind of pattern. Unfortunately, a small part of the pendant was missing, and there were a few broken blade marks, indicating that it was a defective product.
Ye Chong muttered, "What is this? What a strange material! "
His thumb brushed past the curved blade, and Ye Chong did not feel a tiny cut, until a drop of blood flowed out. Ye Chong only felt a slight pain.
"So sharp!" Ye Chong was surprised. "This thing can't be used as a hidden weapon, can it?" Ye Chong looked at the drop of blood on the blade that cut his thumb.
A strange scene appeared!
Like a sponge, the sharp blade sucked up all the blood droplets. A blood-sucking metal? Ye Chong was shocked. That's right, I touched it just now, it's definitely metal! Ye Chong was sure that the scene just now was not an illusion!
The strange things did not seem to stop.
The pendant buzzed after absorbing the blood, and the curved blades around it suddenly retracted into the pendant, as the mysterious totemic patterns on the surface began to move. The pendant was like a machine that suddenly began to operate, and Ye Chong's blood was the catalyst.
Ye Chong's expression was completely blank!
A voice came out of nowhere in Ye Chong's mind, "Diproton analysis complete, brainwave match, brainwave locked!"
Ye Chong shuddered and jumped up, shouting, "Who is it? Come out! " His pair of eagle-like eyes narrowed, as he carefully looked around, his hand already reaching for the dagger tied to his thigh.
"Are you sure?" The voice sounded doubtful.
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