Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 41

Not even the Ten Squadrons dared to defy Admiral Lin's orders. He didn't expect a mech core with a depleted battery to talk back. Jingheng Lin was a little shocked. He said after a pause, "Did you download some weird dataset and got yourself a vir-"

Before he could finish the word "virus", the powerful relaxant rushed through his body.

The name "relaxant" sounded fresh and cosy, but it had nothing to do with anti-acne relaxing masks. It penetrated the body incredibly quickly. Once the relaxant entered the body, it would spread through the entire system within minutes. It felt as if every nerve in your body went through an electric shock. Lin's words died in his throat. His breath was interrupted. There was so much tension in his neck that he felt as if it was going to snap. His fingers tightened, the veins on his bare arms became protruding, nearly bursting through his skin.

However, at the same time, his compatibility level with the mech rose to its maximum from the previous 80%, which dropped due to fatigue.

The strong stimulation caused by the relaxant lasted for about a minute, before a severe muscular spasm occurred.

Jingheng Lin skillfully stretched out his twisted limbs when his breath was in between shallow pants. The dark underground route then laid bare before him. The objects occasionally floating by looked like they'd slow down. A light tremble went down the crawling mech. It subtly corrected its angle, and accelerated on the route almost perfectly using one side of the propulsion system.

Zhanlu waited by his side, motionless, "Sir, according to the Laws of Artificial Intelligence, an AI can defy its orders to a certain extent once it decides its owner's life is being threatened after assessment. I am defying the order "shut up" now, because I must remind you that you have severe relaxant abuse issues even back in the Silver Fortress. In the past five years, I have been considering that your symptoms have eased a little, but just now-"

Jingheng Lin rubbed his cramping lower legs, rolled his ankles, arranged his collar and stood up. He got himself a cup of salt water before interrupting Zhanlu, "I wasn't aware that relaxants have been classified as drugs now."

"Relaxants are for raising compatibility level under extreme circumstances," the mechanical hand closed its four fingers together, making a gesture for taking an oath, as if to emphasize his seriousness. "No one uses it when the compatibility level is at 80%."

Lin sneered, "Yes, but some useless bums will never reach 80% in their entire life."

Zhanlu kept his gesture, "We're talking about your problem. Why do you have to commit racism speech on irrelevant people?"

"The number deviated from my average score by more than 10%. Does that not count as an extreme circumstance? What's the issue?"

"It could only show that you were extremely tired. You had exhausted your mental power." Zhanlu said so solemnly. "Once the route is stabilized, the mech would be on automatic driving mode just so the pilot can break off the mental network and take a rest. However, you never break off from the net when you're in a mech even if more than one person can take turns. You're breaking the mech operation laws here...Sir, wait! That's also against the rules! "

Jingheng Lin put on his headphones to shut out Zhanlu' s nagging. He played a sexy country tune, disentangled Zhanlu' s mental network from Beijing's, blocking Zhanlu both physically and mentally. Hastening their way back, he went back to surveying and mapping in peace and quiet.

They had less than 24 hours before the high energy particle flow reaches the base. 284 so-called "mech pilots" had assembled at the station, every single one of them was carrying a sticker which had a number identical to their mech on it, scratching their heads in different expressions. It looked like a set of documentary about wild animals.

The four students were handing out the take-off instructions according to the mech numbers - the instruction was in the form of recording. Holiday explained the ignition and take-off sequence, parking position, timing for the shield-opening, shield docking...and how to correctly use adult diapers in that deep and sonorous voice of his.

Saturday and his squad of tag-alongs worked through the night to record these after they'd listened to Bixing Lu's explanations alongside the four students. By the end of around two hundred recordings, broadcaster Holiday had already lost his voice.

Bixing Lu still had a drop of hope for mankind's intelligence. He even projected construction principles of the mech shield on the 3D screen, trying to explain to the pilot what they were about to do. He would have worn out his tongue and he would have gotten nothing but confused looks.

He gulped down half a bottle of mineral water, brushing them aside, "Never mind, just go - Dad, the rest of the pilotless mechs, should we split them in half? 8 mechs per mental network, would that be a bit too much?"

Monoeye Hawk got irritated at the sight of him. He let out a huff and turned to walk away.

"Eight pilotless mechs?" Saturday whispered. "How could one do that? Didn't you say you were a lecturer? You're not some sort of Green Beret, are you?"