"The system function was re-activated, and the one hundred and thirty-seventh time was recently recorded, and the start-up was successful. ”

The AED system echoed in his brain, and he must have heard the restart recording voice repeated one hundred and thirty-six times, but he didn't manage to wake up.

Patrick opened his heavy eyelids, and the rest of his senses were gradually recovering. In front of his eyes were floating debris, as well as a pile of debris and liquids, all of which seemed to leak out of the loaded container.

His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and there was a noticeable feeling of drowsiness in his head, and he was in a bad state.

"The warning detects that the ambient temperature is too low, the core temperature drops below normal, and that the vital sign abnormality is detected, and the diagnosis is a viral infection. ”

That's pretty bad......

At least he's alive now. Patrick looked around and realized that he was somewhere in an enclosed area of the wreckage of the space station, surviving for the time being. However, without the power supply, the indoor temperature cannot be maintained, and even without this problem, the air in it will be depleted sooner or later.

He searched, and finally found the white figure in a floating warehouse.

“G41...... Ahem......" Patrick tried to shout, but the hoarse voice didn't allow it, "G41......"

He tried his best to reach out, but he couldn't seem to reach it, and the posture of floating in a gravityless environment was really scary.

Bastard, the crazy guy doesn't know if it's burned out by the electromagnetic pulse, and the sound of the AED system drying up has been ringing in his head. Obviously, now is the time when he is most needed, and he dares to drop the chain at a critical moment......

If you are alone at this time......

The outstretched arm that struggled was weakly retracted, and if this was the reality, he would not dare to face it, just like now, and let himself perish.

It was at this time that he recalled the golden wheat fields, and the people who were actually over half a hundred years old, and recalled the death of their mother, the young girl named Audrey Arsuna, and ......

That cowardly self.

As a result, this self has never changed, but now he is being strong, pretending to be strong.

Everything is moving away, slowly moving away, until it is gone......

"...... master?"

The heart that was on the verge of stopping beat again.

"Master, are you awake?"

Consciousness forcibly pulled everything back in front of him. The white and flawless angel was in front of his eyes, within reach. Clear eyes cast a concerned glance at him, and a pair of canine ears on his head were drooping due to restlessness, and the white skin looked a little bloodless.

"Great, master, you ......"

Just seeing her smile, he couldn't help it, and the overflowing complex emotions washed away the reason he had always maintained, and hugged G41 tightly.

"The host ......"

He wanted to shout something, but he couldn't hear his own voice, and the tingling pain in his throat blocked his catharsis. It's like the soul and body are misaligned, and you want to do something, but you can only watch yourself and do nothing.

The only thing Patrick could do was keep her around.

"Me ......too," G41 said softly, his voice a little choked, "I'm also afraid that my master will leave like this...... Sorry, I just fell asleep. ”

Patrick remained unmoved, unable to make a sound. It took a long time for him to finally calm down and let go of his arms.

"If this is the end," G41 laughed, "at least we're still together, master!"

“......”

Patrick was silent as he touched G41's head before passing by her.

Maybe this is the end, but he still has to try his best to find a way to live, this is the style of the military assassin, and it is also the style of Hades.

Eleven percent of the thruster fuel remained, almost bottoming out, and the weapon was only one Desert Eagle MK-II, six rounds, but it wasn't a big deal.

He didn't know what was left of the wreckage, but the space station supplies were scattered everywhere, and there would be no shortage of food. He rummaged through them, and finally managed to get together two sets of cosmic combat uniforms, and after careful inspection, neither of them seemed to be damaged.

"Put it on. Patrick said, throwing a set to the G41.

Patrick takes off his coat and exoskeleton and changes into a fully enclosed combat suit. He took off the filter and put it in his bag, putting on the matching helmet.

The life support system of the suit is functioning normally, the core body temperature has returned to normal values, and the oxygen supply to the helmet has begun to flow continuously.

He glanced at the G41, which was also very obediently replaced, but just a little too big as he thought...... Anyway, it's better than not.

They reloaded the exoskeleton and continued to explore where the wreckage had gone. One of the entrances was blocked by a pile of debris, and the door frame was even deformed by heavy objects, so you can imagine how powerful the explosion was. They also didn't know how far the wreckage had deviated from its original trajectory......

The two worked together to remove the debris and clear the way forward. Passing through the door, the front wall was smashed through by a behemoth, and air was pulled out of the breach. They used thrusters to enter the room on the right to avoid being sucked through.

"Transporter...... Patrick thought to himself, this transporter should not be enough to cross the atmosphere, but after all, it is the stuff of Southern Union......

"Master, come and see this. ”

Turning his head at the sound, Patrick noticed that they had come to a terrible place. These hosts were undoubtedly databases that stored data, and now that the space stations are dismantled, they are still running.

Other words...... The host here is independent from other servers, and madness can't directly invade for investigation, unless South Lenovo keeps records that need to be kept confidential, which should generally not be done.

But now I can't contact the command, and I don't know if I'm still there, and it's still unknown if I can investigate anything.

Tut...... No matter how much it is. Patrick placed the robot on the control touchscreen next to the main unit, and a tiny electric current passed through the spinal cord.

"The AED system is being linked, please wait for ......" the AED system prompt said softly, "The link is successful, resources are being retrieved, and data is being synchronized." ”

The host didn't set a password, and they were lucky.

A huge stream of data flows into the AED system, and the pictures, words, and data that come to mind gradually form a sphere, gathering on the dark side.

"Artemis......" Patrick whispered, his expression under the helmet frozen, "Luna Arrow......

Patrick turned and rushed out of the machine room.

"G41, help me push the transport plane out. ”

"What's wrong all of a sudden? ”

"The mission isn't over yet," Patrick said, "no, I should say there's an extra objective. ”

"Oh......"

Together, the two pushed the transport plane out of the wreckage, and in an instant, the air was pumped out by a wide opening, and they drifted into the universe with the air current.

"Warning, enter the atmosphereless environment. "The AED system sounded the alarm.

Patrick straightened his torso, flew to the back of the transport plane, and pulled the hatch down with all his might. He and the G41 entered the cabin, sat in the driver's seat, adjusted for a while, and the transport plane successfully started.

The dark side of the moon is the light of the continuation of civilization. Patrick had heard the adjudicator mention that it was shown to him when "she" was still in the depths of his consciousness.

He should have thought that something as dangerous as explosives and humanoid mechs shouldn't have been on a space station with limited space. "Selene" was a transit point, and the cargo ended up in another luna.

Lunar Fortress, Artemis.