Chapter 595:

"But what can these things eat in space? What-if not for those troublesome bodies, meteorites? And as we all know, the composition of meteorites is basically metal. Ships are made of metal.
"There are only these proofs. If you can call them proofs, it is not a barbaric idea: First, the disintegrant rays that work according to the electronic principle reacted to these things but did not destroy them. This may be the expectation of the meeting. The obvious manifestation of two energies; I did see from the port that one or part of these things was razed flat on the body, and I was a little hungry on the rough and sunken skin."
Hendricks fell silent and stared at the floor. He is just a young man, and his words are as important to him as the rest of us. If these monsters from the void really feed on our boat skins like vampires, it will soon be weakened. Weakened to a dangerous level, weakened until we explode in space like a huge bomb, letting our fragments spin forward forever in the darkness and the silence of outer space.
"Sir, what are you going to do when we arrive at -127?" Corey asked. "Burn them in the atmosphere?"
"No; I don't think it will work." I glanced at Hendrix curiously, and he shook his head. "My only idea is to land so that we have a chance. Outside the ship, we can at least attack; trapped here, we are helpless."
"Attack, sir? With what?" Kincaid asked curiously.
"I can't answer. But at least we can fight solidly under our feet. This is the truth."
"You are right, sir!" laughed. This is the first smile we all have seen in many minutes. "We will fight! If we lose this ship, at least we will live and hope to be saved."
Hendrix glanced up at him, shook his head, and smiled crookedly.
He said: "You forgot, there is no air to breathe on -127. Nitrogen atmosphere. You can't drink water either-if the report is accurate. Even if it is a new model, the breathing mask will not last."
"That's it," Kincaid said. "These tanks can provide about ten hours of supply; if the wearer is working hard or fighting, the supply can be reduced."
Ten hours! If we don’t find any way to destroy these waters before we find them destroyed, there is no more.
For the next half hour, there was almost no speech. We are approaching our little uninhabited place [411] Haven, and are busy navigating. Working in reverse from the rough reading of TV disk settings makes the normally simple tasks extremely difficult.
I helped explain his title, and always paid attention to the instruments above the operating table. We are sliding into the edge of the atmosphere at -127, and the surface temperature is slowly rising. Hendricks bent down heavily and sat with his head down.
Kincaid said: "I believe that now I can take over visually." He opened the door of a port and stared. -127 keeps pace with us, we are falling sideways towards her at a decreasing speed. Due to the gravity pad on the keel of the ship, we are given the impression that we are facing upwards, and -127 is approaching us quickly from the side.
"\'Heroic-sized vegetation\' is also correct," said Corey, who has been checking the terrain at close range through the media of the TV disc. "Two leaves on some weeds will cover the entire ship. Seeing a place where it might land, Kincaid?"
"Except anywhere along the coast, then we all have to do some excellent work to place it parallel to the water. The beach is very narrow, but obviously the only barren part. Sir, is this okay?"
"Use your own judgment, but don't waste time. Open the breathing mask and order the person at the exit of the airlock to stand by. I'm going to see these things."
"Sir, can I go with you?" Hendrix asked.
"With me?" Begged Kincaid and Corey in the chorus.
"You, Hendricks, but not the two of you. This ship needs officers."
"Then sir, why not replace you and me?" Corey thought. "You don't know what you have to face."
I said: "The more reason is that I shouldn't receive any second-hand information." "As for Hendricks, he is from El Tak Lab. These things are his unique pets. Yes, Hendry X?"
"Yes, sir!" my army said harshly.
Muttering under his breath, it sounded like blasphemy, but I let it pass.
I know how he feels.
I never like to wear a breathing mask. I feel trapped, depressed, and more or less helpless. The hiss of the air and the permanent of the exhaust valve disturbed me. However, they are very convenient when you travel abroad in a world without breathable atmosphere.
You may have seen breathing masks from that period in the museum. Although they did seem bulky compared to today's devices, they were still very new and modern at the time.
Our mask includes a huge airtight, lightweight shirt, which is tightly tied around the waist and expands like an ancient balloon when inflated. The arm holes are sealed by two tightly heavy elastic bands, which are tightly attached to the shoulders. The headdress is a thin copper wire with a wide curved crystal band, which extends from one side to the other, across the front, making The wearer can clearly see everything except behind him. The balloon-like shirt [412] Of course, it is designed to retain a small amount of air reserve in case of an emergency, in the event of any accident with the shoulder air tank or the valve that releases air from the air tank.
They are heavy and uncomfortable, but I put on my helmet and adjusted the decoration on the helmet to maximize strength. I want to make sure that I maintain communication with the sentry at the exit of the airlock. Of course, I cannot communicate verbally in the helmet.
I looked at Hendrix and found that he was ready to wait. We are standing inside the airlock, and the mighty gate of the harbor just swings back slowly on the huge gimbal just after turning.
"Let's go, Hendricks," I said. "Remember, don't take risks, keep your eyes open."
"I'll remember, sir." Hendrix replied, and we walked onto the rough gravel on the beach together.
In front of us, a group of unhealthy cloudy green waves rolled down slowly, heavy towards the shore, but we did not pay attention to it, nor did we see the wonderful vegetation clearly visible on the curved shore. We hurried a few steps from the boat, then turned to investigate the monster that attacked it.
They literally cover up the ship; in several places, their transparent, glowing bodies overlap each other. The side of the mirror is usually as smooth and smooth as the surface of a mirror, so it becomes dull and deeply corroded.
"Notice, sir," Hendricks said excitedly, "how bright these things are! They are eating, they are getting stronger and more brilliant. They-watch out, sir! They are attacking! Our bronze helmet-"
But I am as fast as him. Half a dozen luminous things, in a certain way, perceive the existence of a kind of metal, they obviously like more than the hull of the ship, suddenly separated from themselves, and rushed directly to us.
I stood closer than Hendrix, and they attacked me first. A few of them fell on me, their glowing bodies obscured my vision and blinded me. I waved my arms and started to run blindly, sending incoherent warnings to me through the alarms of Hendrix and the sentry.
These things have no weight, but they emit a strange electric heat. When I ran unknowingly, it seemed to penetrate my whole body immediately, trying to find the boat, and tore my mask while running. Of course, I cannot enter the boat with these clothes that cling to me.
Suddenly, I felt water splashing under my feet. I felt a grateful coolness in my legs, panting heavily, and realized that I had been escaping from the ship in confusion instead of sailing towards it. I stopped and tried to control myself.
The belt of the breathing mask loosened, and I held my breath, staring at me frantically, tearing things off. The ship was a few yards away, and Hendrix, whose mask had fallen off, was running towards me.
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