Chapter 15: Small mech

The people on the ship suddenly got busy. Georgia, which was originally free to move, was restricted from moving around. The teachers who taught him the course were also from Lin Zhen and Tan Sheng. Wei replaced with two other busy logistics staff.
Since learning about the identity of the white hair monster and his soldiers, Georgia has learned to pretend to be blind and deaf and obey orders. He is now a detained identity. Everyone treats him because they are good-hearted. I don't know if the heights and chaos are thick and chaotic, then it is not beautiful.
The new teachers are all old-aged and uncles, and they teach very well. Seeing Georgia learns quickly and obediently, he loves his heart. While he was teaching, he tried to tell him as much as possible about the lives of ordinary federal residents. He has a rough impression of the outside world in advance, and will be better integrated into society in the future.
Georgia is grateful for this. In order to return their goodwill, they began to do some trivial tasks within their limits, such as helping to clean special areas with a cleaning robot, learning to distribute ingredients in the kitchen, and helping to transport and maintain equipment. and many more.
The diligent and well-behaved junior is most likely to please everyone. Georgia soon became familiar with the people in the logistics department. The usual small gifts made by itchy hands were also sent out. After a few more days like this, after the logistics department was suddenly busy, Georgia was shouted by a gray-haired old man in the kitchen utility room.
"I heard that you have a lot of energy?" The old man asked with a serious face. Although he had just seen him lift a machine that even housework robots couldn't carry, he still had a hint in his eyes when he looked at his thin arms. Unbelief and doubt.
Georgia wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and glued the soft bangs together. He didn't care about the skeptical look of the old man, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I can do my best. Grandpa needs anything. Help? I happen to be free. "
The old man was twitched by his shouting "Grandpa", glanced up and down, motioned him to follow him: "There is something you need to move, come with me."
Georgia responded, greeted the people in the kitchen clutter area, and happily followed the old man.
Everyone in the kitchen: "..." God! How did the old man in the Mecha Management Department come to the kitchen to ask someone? What about the large handling equipment of the management department? Need a child to move things? Person officer?
The air was silent for two seconds, and the kitchen monitor who brought Georgia hesitated a moment and proposed: "Shall we talk to the old man and ask Joe to come back?"
Everyone looked at each other, then took a step back and shook their heads frantically--no, no, no, don't blame them for their injustice, and ask someone from the old man's hands, are they afraid they live too long? Joe is so cute and should not be bullied.
"That ..." The squad leader wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth. "I add a steak to Joe at night!"
Everyone: "..."
As the old man stepped into an area he had never entered before, Georgia passed two doors that required identification to pass, and saw several groups of serious soldiers passing by before finally arriving at a dwarf sacrificial square. Even bigger hall.
"It's amazing ..." He looked at the various instruments and workbenches spreading out in the hall, as well as the large piles of parts and shuttles scattered in the hall, his eyes almost glowing.
These, these parts, if he did not admit it, should be removed from the metal giants, that is, the mech! He will never admit that the shape of the elbow joint! And that foot--
"Shut up, keep up." The old man spoke, interrupting his sigh.
He returned to his mind, busy following the old man inward, and looked around uncontrollably.
Not only people, but also various robots shuttle in the hall to help humans deal with some trivial matters. From everyone's actions, it should be cooperating to test the performance of parts. The hall is not quiet. Instrumental sounds, human voices, and metal collision sounds are mixed together, but there is a strange harmonious beauty filled with it, as if everything here was born naturally.
He remembered the hard-working tribe outside the dwarf smelting furnace, a spirit of pride rose in his heart-the same, all the same, everyone's love for machinery and creation is the same! He is proud of his love of machinery!
There were some strange energy factors in the air. He squeezed his emotions, distinguished them carefully, and was surprised again.
It's actually mental power! Everyone who is working here has actually released their mental strength, instead of being like a white-haired monster, they firmly locked their mental strength in their daily lives and tried not to let it go.
Lin Zhen told him before that it is a very rude and dangerous act to release the mental power out of the body, but in this hall, everyone has no worries and freely release the mental power!
At this time, he also found that each person's mental power gives people a different feeling, some are mild and lively, but most of them are warm and harmless.
"Up."
The old man's voice came again, and he reluctantly regained his gaze and followed the old man to the elevator on the corner of the hall.
The platform rose, and the scene in the hall became more and more comprehensively printed on the bottom of the eye with the improvement of the field of vision. The rows of gray mechas standing at the edges also showed up.
"Follow me." The old man looked back at him and motioned for a passageway on the half-empty wall in the hall.
Georgia quickly followed, and looked back from time to time, feeling very itchy.
The two walked down the corridor to the deepest room. The old man swiped the door open with his ID card, took the lead in, and pointed to a huge part in the corner that almost touched the ceiling. He said, "Help me move to that instrument. . "Pointing to a flat instrument that can't be far away from the part.
Georgia immediately understood the reason why the old man called himself over—the parts are too large, the room is too narrow, and the handling space is not large. If the space button is used to carry it, it cannot be accurately moved to the appropriate place, the instrument is easily damaged, and the large carrying equipment cannot be opened. Come in, the small equipment cannot bear the weight of the parts. If it is moved by manpower, a person who is too tall will not be able to stand upright when picking up the part. It is not good for strength. He is relatively short, but it is just right.
In some ways, it can be considered awesome to be able to jam the part in such an awkward situation.
He rolled up his sleeves, came forward without saying a word, found the power point, easily lifted the parts, put it gently on the instrument, then clapped his hands, smiled and looked at the old man: "Grandpa, moved, there are other things to help Somewhere? "
The old man pressed his rounded eyes back without any traces, and his eyebrows should not be wrinkled. He waved and said, "No, but I don't have time to send you out now. You can stay by yourself for a while." Before the instrument, start recording part data.
Georgia froze, remembering the training class temporarily cancelled today, and obediently found a corner to sit down, took out a half-made toy mecha and tossed it up, trying not to disturb the old man.
The old man Yu Guang saw that, his eyebrows twitched, and he turned his attention back to the parts.
It took an hour to inspect the parts, and Georgia's mini mech gradually became shaped.
"let me see."
The old man's voice suddenly sounded above his head. Georgia's hand shook. The arm of the small mech was not properly installed and fell to the ground.
"The hands are unstable, so it's incongruous!" The old man told him, bent over and picked up the mech arm, played with it in his hand, looked at him and asked, "I melted it? Where are the materials and tools?" And abrasives? "
Georgia stunned, and honestly replied: "The uncle in the kitchen gave me some bad parts that were replaced on the machine. The melting tool was borrowed by my brother from the management department of the cleaning robot." Of course, there are no abrasive tools. Parts of toys It was all he drew out with a hammer, according to the pictures of the light brain, these are the basic skills of the dwarf.
The old man didn't say anything, returned his arms, and took a closer look at the body of the small mech, signaled that he could take him away without saying a word.
Georgia collected the little mech, and he didn't know what it meant not to speak, but he was sent away in a daze.
"The transition axis of the leg joint is misaligned."
Standing in front of the last door requiring a pass, the old man suddenly spoke, then pushed him out, and closed the door relentlessly.
Georgia looked back in two steps, scratched his hair in a fog, stopped for two seconds, and turned to walk to his room.
It was almost time for supper and more people were walking in the corridor. Georgia tried to minimize the presence and walked back along the edge.
As he turned into the corridor of the e1 area, he faintly heard the sound of a white furry, his eyes brightened, wondering if the other party would come to see him, and he hurriedly paced towards the sound.
"Marshal Chu, His Excellency the President misses you very much. The day for the delivery of the decontamination fluid is coming. You have never been back. Everyone is worried." The handsome young man in a white military uniform said gently, the concern in his voice sounded very loud. sincere.
"Thank you, Colonel Xiang for your concern, but everyone knows my situation. It will be the same whether you drink or not, anyway, there will be no improvement." Chu Rongdan replied with an expression, and he was kind, but his tone was strange. Just want to smoke him.
The person called Colonel Xiang was obviously one of the people who wanted to pump him. He smiled lightly on his face, shifted the topic, and asked, "I heard that you caught a group of robbers? How can such a trivial matter be bothersome? You can do it yourself and find the appropriate functional department to handle it. "
"So I am very grateful for the arrival of Colonel Xiang." Chu Rong fluttered back.
Captain Xiang froze for a few seconds before reacting. Chu Rong meant that he was the
corresponding functional department
who was found to handle
trivial matters
, and almost failed to maintain his grace.
He is the best successor of the Xiang family, the grandson of one of the four major marshals of the Federation, and the best talents of the military. This mentally wasteless dare to compare him to a basic soldier? No wonder the elders in the family mentioned that Chu Rong was about to dump him by eight pieces. It was such an energetic effort and deserved it!
Zheng Leng watched Chu Rong, who was so angry but unable to attack, suddenly frowned, then frowned, and looked sharply in the direction of some brisk footsteps—at this time, bald chickens did not go to the training, why in the corridor? On the mess!
Georgia, who followed the sound, saw the familiar tall figure at a glance. A smile was raised on his face. As soon as he was about to run, he was frightened by the cold gaze of the other person who suddenly looked sideways. He found that there was a stranger standing beside him, and he turned around and avoided it.
Xiang Hui also heard the voice. As soon as he was about to turn his head, Chu Rong blocked his sight sideways, and then somehow hit his shoulder.
Chu Rong sue first, and said coldly, "Colonel Xiang, you seem to be dissatisfied with me?"
"Certainly not!" Colonel Xiang immediately retorted, shifting his attention, taking a step aside, forgetting what to look back at, starting to shift the subject, trying to turn the atmosphere back-this time he came with a task, But did not dare to really tear her face with Chu Rong.