Under Claire's control, the evening dress number quietly crawled out of the hidden corner, twisted her body gracefully, dodged left and right in the wreckage of the acceleration track, accurately avoiding each obstacle, and slowly gliding towards the center of the wreckage.

The self-disciplined drones are not dispatched. They will judge the response measures based on the size of the threat. They will not pay more, and of course they will not be less. This may be the weakness in the intelligent program. If they are dispatched in full, it is estimated that Wantuwa will not be able to withstand for a few minutes.

In the central area of ​​the accelerating track wreckage, apart from seven or eight self-disciplined drones that look similar to the wreckage, the most conspicuous one is a space station.

It cannot be called a space station, it should be called a collection of spacecraft wreckage. I don’t know how many spacecraft wreckages are gathered together, going out and out, and twistingly combined into an irregular ball.

But there is a clear difference between this ball and the garbage dump. It is alive, and it is flashing with light that is sometimes bright and sometimes extinguished. With these lights, you can vaguely see that there are many things inside that are busy. Although it is not clear, Hong Tao can also imagine that it should be that the self-discipline drone is performing self-replication, and the raw materials are the wreckage of these spacecraft.

No wonder they are all so unique in shape. Don’t pursue beautiful appearance by combining a bunch of rags. Being able to make do with each other and run smoothly is high technology, and being able to fly or fight. It must be high technology in high technology.

If we can master this technology, the New Edens will have to explore the starry sky much faster, and the resource utilization rate will also reach a higher level. As long as the resources can be reused so simply, Hong Tao believes that the New Edens will also selectively ignore appearance issues.

The problem is that this technology is not only of no help to the new Edens, but also likely to have taken their own lives. The evening dress number is shuttled between three self-disciplined drones, one of which has the words on the shell Hongtao can see clearly with the naked eye. United Mining, it seems that this shell metal should have been the hull of a mine ship, and unfortunately it was used by these self-disciplined drones.

Hong Tao has no time to pity others now. He is very sure that as long as Claire makes a slight mistake in his operation, the evening dress number will become a raw material for waste within one minute.

Escape pod? Stop funny. Pirates, smugglers, and even the warships of the United Nations will not attack the escape pod. There are only two exceptions: one is a self-discipline drone and the other is the Sasha Republic. These two things not only attack the escape pod, but also like to do this. The former is to extract human brain memories, while the latter is to drink human blood.

"Are you scared?" Just as Hong Tao's heartbeats, Claire's calm voice immediately came to his mind.

"...Aren't you afraid?" This question was so hurtful.

"It's useless to be afraid of it. Independent flight is the norm for cloning pilots. You will always encounter various accidents on the way. As long as the mood fluctuates too much, it will affect the brain's computing power. Fear is the poison of the brain. Not only does it have no help, it is also our mortal enemy."

"Yes, what you said is right, but the time is not right. Can I wait until I go back before class? I will definitely train well."

It's time to kiss her. Hong Tao really wants to get into Claire's head and see what her brain is doing. It's all life and death. I'm in a mood to waste valuable computing power to educate myself.

"The effect of training ten thousand times is not as good as ever. I am a little tired and will soon be unable to control the spaceship and need your help." Unfortunately, Claire is not so perfunctory. Not only did she not give up teaching, she also prepared to teach on the fly.

"It's necessary, as long as I can do it, just give me instructions!" Hong Tao knew very well that Claire was making excuses. Tired? Can't control the spaceship? Joke, if she was not 100% sure, she would dare to come in and seek death? She was so angry, right? I... had to serve her...

"Hug me tightly, look into my eyes, and transmit your barbarian actions with consciousness. Time is too short, and the spacecraft will lose control in three minutes."

"Ah! This... will this... do this affect the control of the spacecraft?" Hong Tao could guess roughly what Claire wanted to do without too much explanation. If he was not too resistant to it in normal times, he would make the decision at all.

But when is it now? The consciousness is still fusion, and the 100% awake brain may not be able to leave here with all the tail. It can also drive the spaceship while having sex. Isn’t this the same thing as having sex while having sex while having sex.

"If you are afraid of death, hurry up, there are two minutes and thirty-five seconds left!" Claire's answer was to call out the spacecraft control interface and then give a countdown.

"Your joke is a bit big. Otherwise, we can integrate it in another way, and I promise to be 100% devoted!" I am not afraid of not looking at it. When I saw the bitten circle in the middle of the interface, it was changing to a perfect circle. Hong Tao's heartbeat was 200, and there seemed to be a commotion from the surrounding self-disciplined drones in his ears.

"..." Claire didn't answer, not even open his eyes, but the round gap was still slowly rising.

"Open your eyes! You're not lonely if you hug you and die!" A few seconds later, Hong Tao decided to follow Claire's advice, stretched out his hands, and hugged the graceful body in front of him tightly in his arms, with his forehead facing the forehead, and his nose tip toward the tip of his nose.

Hey, it turns out that sex can be played like this, it’s so high-tech!

If Hong Tao must have talent in this regard, he tried it once only once according to Claire's simple description. In an instant, he forgot all the self-discipline drones, fragments of ancient civilizations, and his background. His whole body was wrapped in warm white light, and women with different faces came to take turns to bombard him. The only difference from the last time was that there was one more metal head in their faces.

"It's so good! The strangest couple in the world and the craziest couple! Nuel, Nuel, transfer the shares immediately and can never go out for adventure with them again. It's too dangerous!"

Looking at the two bodies in the escape capsule that were tightly attached and would twitch a few times from time to time, the sweat beads on Nuel's forehead were secreted out. The derivative solution was so magical that they instantly absorbed the excess water and did not dilute themselves.

He has never seen the fusion of consciousness in the self-discipline drone maternity center, let alone heard of it. He couldn't figure out what the two of them thought. Fortunately, the status of the spacecraft is improving, and the gap in the circle in the middle of the operation interface has stopped recovering, and there is a tendency to make the gap bigger. It seems that the fusion of consciousness has not only not affected Claire's control of the spacecraft, but also has the effect of strengthening.

Now that the fragment is less than 5,000 meters away, Nuel must immediately concentrate on preparing the winding beam system on the spacecraft, and try to be perfect in all parameters. After the spacecraft enters the maximum salvage distance of 1,000 meters, he must successfully seize the fragment. There is really no second chance.

The self-disciplined drones were not surprised by the strange spacecraft that suddenly appeared beside them. They had no surprise programs at all. They immediately passed this information to all companions and then entered the attack state. The heavy weapons on the large drones began to aim, while the small drones chased the strange spacecraft with maximum thrust.

But they were still slow. When the strange spacecraft suddenly appeared, a light green beam of light had accurately shone on a piece of debris. Three seconds later, the spacecraft disappeared instantly with the white light activated by the transition engine.

At this time, the first magnetic rail shell launched from a large drone had just flew out. More than 300 kilograms of antimatter shells crossed the empty starry sky, hitting the debris of the acceleration orbit in the distance, causing great damage. Two fishbone-like orbital buildings were blown into pieces. If it were replaced by a spacecraft, it would be a big hole if it didn't disintegrate.
Chapter completed!