For a six-year-old girl to be able to memorize the complicated piping lines in the spaceship compartment and not be afraid of the dark, running around with a doll in her arms, was in itself a shocking thing. However, Xu Le recalled that when he was six years old, he had already started to run around in the dark mine tunnels with Li Wei. When he was in the mood, he would even catch a few stray cats to play with. So, he understood.
In the next few days, after eating, Xu Le and little Watermelon would sneak into the air conditioning duct from Cleaning Area 32. Covered in dust, they would come to the waste storage compartment. Xu Le concentrated on learning the manuals, preparing the materials, and studying how to repair this big piece of broken mecha as much as possible. Meanwhile, little Watermelon would crouch beside him with her doll in her arms, quietly watching Xu Le's every move.
Fortunately, Xu Le's simple lounge had bathrooms and laundry facilities. Otherwise, how dirty would the two children be? But even though she washed diligently night after night, the color of little Watermelon's white pajamas gradually darkened.
Xu Le was very interested in the broken mecha, so he could stay there for a long time. Little Watermelon followed him every day because she was interested in Xu Le's focused expression. What surprised Xu Le was that whenever he was in some kind of predicament or had a problem with the drawing of a blueprint, little Watermelon would always give some seemingly childish, but in fact, very creative ideas.
Xu Le's problem with repairing the mecha was that he was unfamiliar with the structure of the mecha itself. Although he could understand the principles and working objectives of some individual chips and linkage devices through the manuals, when it came to a large-scale biological simulation framework, he was somewhat at a loss. This was especially so for this cumbersome old mecha. He had never even seen a picture of it before. Little Watermelon, on the other hand, did not know anything about electronic repair. She just seemed to have seen countless mechas in her short six-year-old life. Intuitively, she told Xu Le in her childish voice what this place looked like, what this place should look like, and what this place could look like.
With a general view of the outer armor, he could help with the internal repair work. Xu Le was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, he had more questions about little Watermelon's family. In today's Federation society, general energy was still abundant, but there were not many crystal mines for interstellar travel. Although the mecha used Jingnong high-energy batteries, they were extremely expensive and consumed a lot of energy. The entire Federal military now probably had no more than 400 mechas. What exactly did little Watermelon's family do? How could a six-year-old girl see so many mechas with her own eyes?
These questions flashed through Xu Le's mind. He did not think too deeply about it, because at this time, all his attention was attracted by the old mecha in front of him. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the repair work. Although it could not be said that he forgot to eat and sleep, it could be said that he had nothing else in his mind.
And so, this old M02 mecha, which had been scrapped a long time ago and thrown into the junk compartment of the spaceship and long forgotten by people, once again played its role and became a toy for Xu Le and little Watermelon. It was just that this toy was a little too big.
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The three sections of metal fingers were now connected by an alloy wire. This alloy wire had been removed from the sensor handle of an automatic walking sweeper by Xu Le. There was a big hole in the front of the mecha's armor. At this time, it was barely covered by a thick piece of metal that Xu Le did not know what it was. In fact, it was not difficult to repair the exterior of the mecha. After all, Xu Le did not want to repair this old mecha into a powerful weapon that could withstand artillery fire. The key was the chip set inside the mecha, the transmission device, and the information transmission sensor, which were particularly difficult to repair.
Fortunately, there was more than one junk compartment in the Ancient Bell spaceship. Xu Le was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of waste in the three compartments next to it. Then, he turned all of these waste metal components into the treasures he needed. The chip set was separated into three parts by him using alloy wires. In the absence of precision equipment, he only hoped that the chip sets would not interfere with each other. As for the damaged chips, it was impossible to repair them. As for the transmission device, Xu Le pinned his hopes of repairing it on the few ore star vehicles in the junk compartment B. Although these two transmission devices were completely different models, some of the parts inside could still be interchanged.
The most troublesome part was the mecha's signal transmission sensor. Xu Le busied himself excitedly for several days before he finally managed to pick out enough parts from the countless broken electrical appliances. He then spent even more time before he was able to put these parts together.
Xu Le, who was covered in dust and engine oil, stared blankly at the tall mecha in front of him. He could not believe his eyes. He could not remember how long it took, but he still did not expect that he could actually put these messy parts together in such a simple and crude situation.
Little Watermelon, whose face was covered in dust, hugged a doll and leaned on Xu Le's thigh. He squinted his eyes and looked up. After a long time, he said in a childish voice, "So ugly."
It was indeed ugly. At this time, the mecha that was repaired by Xu Le was even uglier than before. The paint on the surface of the mecha's body had been ruined beyond recognition. The outer armour, which had been relatively complete, had been torn apart into pieces by Xu Le. This was because those parts could not be perfectly designed into the mecha's system, and their sizes were also completely wrong. Therefore, in order to fit the transmission mechanism in, a part of the outer shell had to be broken off. At this moment, M02 was covered in oil stains and scattered circuit boards. It looked extremely pathetic. It no longer had the solemn feeling of being hidden under the dust of history, nor did it look like an antique. It looked more like a dirty and fat beggar wearing tattered clothes.
"Aiya, it's really ugly." Xu Le reflexively rubbed his head. He raised his head to look at the mecha in front of him and said shamefully, "I don't know if it can move."
Xu Le truly did not have the slightest bit of confidence in repairing a mecha. This was because this was the first time he had come into contact with this kind of thing. Moreover, he had completely used the method that his boss, Feng Yu, had taught him to repair home appliances. This sounded a little ridiculous and completely inconceivable, so he did not dare to hope that this tattered mecha could really move.
"Even if those three-section alloy fingers can move a little, I'll be satisfied." Xu Le looked at the mecha in front of him happily. He thought to himself that his expectations were indeed very low, but in reality, they were also very high. If he could really fix this mecha to the point where it could move, then the heavens really did not have eyes.
"Let's give it a try." Little Watermelon swung the hair in front of his forehead back and forth, appearing exceptionally serious. He looked at Xu Le and nodded encouragingly, "Big brother, maybe it really can move."
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There was a stable current output port in the waste storage compartment. This was something that Xu Le had confirmed on the first day. After hearing Little Watermelon's words, he took a deep breath and walked to the back of the beggar mecha. He connected the cable to the current output port on the wall, and then stared intently at the holographic display on the back of the mecha's waist. Only when the holographic display gradually turned red did he breathe a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that this first generation of Jingnong high-power battery was indeed worthy of being called a perfect product of legend. After more than 60 years, it was actually still usable.
When the red beam rose to one-third of the height, Xu Le stopped charging. This was for safety reasons later. After all, this tattered mecha had been left here for so many years, and had been tormented by him for so long. If he started it up at full power, who knew what would happen? Although an explosion was impossible, what if it fell apart? He had encountered many accidents in the mine's operation room over the years, but today, he had such a cute little girl like Little Watermelon by his side. Of course, he had to be careful.
"Where's the hatch switch?" Although the M02 mecha's operation hatch had long been damaged, Xu Le still asked. According to the instructions in the manual, the mecha's program loading button could only be activated after the hatch was opened.
Little Watermelon blinked, as if recalling a certain scene. She scratched her head in distress and pointed at the protrusion below the mecha's head armour. "I think it's there."
Xu Le was already very trusting of Little Watermelon's guidance. As instructed, he smoothly opened the hatch that was no longer there. He then pressed the program loading button and began to wait silently, nervously, excitedly, and uneasily.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the tattered mecha's operation hatch suddenly lit up. With a long beep, the self-check signal indicated that it had passed, and a faint, gentle glow enveloped the mecha's entire body!
Xu Le stood dumbfounded on the chest armour of the mecha, completely unable to believe what he was seeing. Even the central control system was working? He had not harbored any hope at all for this repair work, but this mecha had actually been repaired? Although this was only repairing the most basic parts and functions of the mecha, and could not be considered a complete repair, he still felt incomparably excited and blessed.
"Big brother, you're a genius," Little Watermelon exclaimed, clapping her little palms excitedly from the ground.
"Of course, I've always been a genius."
Xu Le was still in a state of shock. He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and subconsciously said this with a smile. However, he suddenly felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy object, and he froze on the mecha high up in the air. Li Wei had once said that he was a genius, and Boss had also said that. Boss … he lowered his head and looked at the tattered parts of the mecha beneath his feet. Those odd-looking components, those chip monitors that were already showing signs of instability due to power issues, found them somewhat familiar. Only now did he understand why his technique had not felt at all rusty in the past few days of repairing the mecha, nor had he found it unfamiliar or difficult at all.
Uncle Feng had taught him how to repair electrical appliances for four years, and he had even complained about it. It turned out that in the process of repairing those ordinary electrical appliances, the boss had already taught him the more precise techniques and broader thinking of how to repair mecha! Xu Le stood on the mecha shrouded in a gentle glow, completely dumbfounded. He thought to himself that he was a bullsh * t genius, but he was actually an idiot.
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