"Damn it! Isn't it bad?"
Not that the endless sermons, obituaries, and technical security broadcasts were very exciting, but right now Jack could see nothing but snowflakes, and even if he didn't understand mechanics, he probably knew what was going on.
Jackma tapped the volume meter and found that even if he turned the volume up to the maximum, the silence would just turn into the faint, whisper-like hiss that occurs when disturbed.
Life is really not going well everywhere, as if he has extra energy coins to call a technical servitor?
Jack let go of his hand without interest and let the remote control fall from his oily fingers. Soon it was broken in half and fell to the ground, and the battery pack fell off again.
Then he kicked the wall of the empty cabin violently, feeling that he was too tired to unfold the sofa into a bed, so that he could have a good sleep and spend his time in an increasingly meaningless life. The enjoyment of another meaningless day has been ruined.
does it worth?
No, but "as long as" he survives for another seven years, he will be able to save enough to leave this damn gang of star thieves forever and fly away, taking a shuttle to go somewhere else - to a place where the prospects are not so gloomy.
The so-called star pirates are actually an illegal organization in the empire that is similar to pirates, but the situation is slightly better. Their main livelihood is not robbery, but stealing various minerals.
Star thieves are often composed of bankrupt merchants, or some legal organizations will secretly form star thieves groups, such as business alliances or greedy hive nobles.
They usually look for remote places that are difficult to detect. Once they discover high-value minerals, they will disguise themselves as the official mining team of the empire and carry out crazy mining. The empire monitors all types of minerals very strictly, and legal mining requires Pay high taxes and face forced acquisitions at low prices from nearby forge worlds at any time.
The profits of the Star Thief Gang mainly come from their tax evasion, and once discovered, all participants will face the death penalty!
Therefore, most people will not choose to take risks unless absolutely necessary.
But there was nothing Jack could do. If his miserable eyes could see even one thing a hundred meters away, he would have signed up for the Astra Militarum long ago.
But they were a damn nearsighted pair, so he didn't sign up.
Of course, some people say that he was rejected by the recruitment office because he was too ugly and short.
But Jackma thinks this is nonsense. Although he has a long face and is indeed not handsome, and his height is only a little over 1.6 meters, he still has a lot of strength.
Whatever the reason, now he had to work on that damn construction zone, sighing at a job that was considered too menial to bother programming a servitor - even so, he The salary is more than five times that of similar positions in Chaodu.
Star Thieves' high profits determine that they can afford high prices when hiring people.
For money, I have to do it even if I lose my head.
Moreover, this star thieves gang named Blue Ants seems to have quite a background. Not only are there veterans of the Astra Militarum, but also priests of the Mechanicum, and it is rumored that the bosses are also connected to a certain forging world.
Even the place they chose was very smart. The Lenscher Galaxy is next to the Nessen Galaxy, where four battle groups of Space Marines are stationed. Although Jackma himself has never seen Space Marines, they are very powerful. He knows it.
This kind of place, as the saying goes, is called darkness under the lamp.
Probably no one would have thought that someone would dare to steal minerals under the noses of the four war groups, so they would basically not encounter the inspection fleet of the Ministry of Justice, and Blue Ant itself had made a certain disguise and produced a set of fake exploration company certificates. Space Marines passing by would most likely use the scanning system to scan it, but would never board it in person to inspect it.
In this way, they are equivalent to digging for minerals in a very safe environment and then transporting them to the black market to earn huge profits.
"How great would it be if this business was my own? I would definitely do better than these people -"
With beautiful fantasies, Jack Ma, who was extremely tired, slowly fell asleep.
But this sleep was not restful. The screen suddenly screamed, waking him up from his sleep. Then Jackma shouted a bunch of curses, grabbed the remote control and slapped the battery pack back into place.
He turned down the volume while using his other hand to check his ear, making sure there was no bleeding.
"Damn! What happened?"
Jack Ma glanced at it. The electronic timer on the wall showed that he had only been asleep for less than twenty minutes.
But no matter how hard he pushed the remote, the screen still crackled, buzzed, banged, hissed—it had never screamed so much.
At this time, Jack Ma was really dying and had a splitting headache, but the sound was getting louder and louder, mixed with the sound of electric spark explosions, as if a tortured machine was whining and rising to a very high pitch. .
But if you listen carefully, it is similar to the screams of hundreds of human beings dying, bringing some kind of invisible and toneless fatal cold.
It's both, it's neither.
Just as Jack Ma was making his final struggle with the damaged TV, the lighting ball above his head suddenly began to flash, and it was obvious that the power was going to be cut off again.
Power outages are not uncommon here.
Even at the best of times, this mining space station is just a rundown backwater trapped in the orbit of a dead world. To minimize the risk of discovery, supply transport ships only come almost every six months, so due to backup Due to the shortage of parts, it is natural to lose power.
Three days have passed since the last time the technical team members restarted the lighting generator. This time the current can be maintained for three days. Jack Ma already wants to praise the half-dead maintenance staff.
Of course, even if there is no lighting, the work will not stop. The production plan of each department must be met. The first priority of all electricity supply is the life support device, and the second priority supply is the production line. The lighting needs may be taken in The back of comfort servitor charging
Jack Ma once worked continuously for twenty hours with only the light of a flashlight.
That incident, in which a dozen servants lost limbs or fingers because they couldn't see the machinery, caused the obituary that week to be as long as a Saint's Day prayer scroll, but it was quickly forgotten, and anyway, every other New people will join every six months.
So as soon as the lights went out, Jackma got up from the sofa, groped in the dark to the wall, and opened the emergency supply cabinet containing the light box.
In addition to the light box, there are also a number of standard battery packs inside, which are the only rare and simple electrical appliances in the living rooms of ordinary workers like them.
It's just that it seems to have been used for decades, and it's a mystery whether it's still effective.
Jackma stuffed all eight palm-sized discs into his overalls pocket and worked on them in the flickering light of his handheld flashlight before flopping back onto the couch and awaiting the inevitable request that they "act like they always have." warning notice, and the phrase "lighting should be restored as soon as possible."
Throne, this life is so fucked up.
He really wanted something exciting——
