Claire didn't intervene too much this time, as long as Hong Tao didn't delay the daily regular training program, she could play as much as she liked. This time Hong Tao's motivation is more sufficient, although the daily income is not rich, but seeing the increase day by day, from loss to surplus, the sense of achievement must be high.

Anyway, the clone pilot didn't need traditional sleep to recover his strength, as long as he had spare time, he immediately dragged Claire into the asteroid belt, tirelessly lashing at the big rocks.

But there are some things that don't pay off for hard work, and the reason why you haven't seen a single ship pass by in this galaxy for a long time is not entirely because of its low security level, but because of the lack of natural resources.

With enough resources, the companies will have more mining teams and planetary starters than locusts, and the Unified Navy's patrols will increase. In the face of sufficient interests, no danger can stop people's desires.

Hong Tao is also a human being, and he also has this need, and he is ruthless to a pile of barren big stones every day but never gets the corresponding return, which makes him very depressed. When I saw the dense mining site records in the L152 galaxy next door on the star map of the mining barge, I couldn't help it anymore, crying and shouting to try it.

As for the danger, Hong Tao felt that since the Moonlight Space Station had been here for many years, there had never been any accidents, and there were obvious marks on the mining barge, no one should have the audacity to challenge the Nakiwi Group and the Angel Consortium.

Claire should have thought the same way, but she insisted on coming along, only driving the executive to hide on the back of the asteroid, and doing some training in using scanning probes to search for space signals while mining in the flood waves, which was also a good use of the time. And she herself continued her professional research, and some of her work was carried out in the laboratory and simply moved to a spaceship.

Sanger doesn't have that much patience, she's an outgoing personality, likes to socialize, and often dresses up and runs out for most of the day. But sometimes she also likes to try her hand at a dull life, or if she is really idle and has nothing to do, she will come out with her for a while. At least Claire can talk, and it's even more boring to be bored in the space station.

"Which one are you going to hear first, good news or bad news?" Today Sanger is here again, and has just entered the asteroid belt and started harassing Claire.

"If you can input both messages into the main brain, I'd like to read them together." Claire is probably used to the harassment of this best friend, what should she do, just take the time to answer twice.

"Cut, it's boring......" Sanger was dissatisfied with the answer, twisting his head to the other side and not squeaking again.

"It's about him, you really don't want to hear it?" Unfortunately, within a few seconds, she came over again, not only to say, but also reached out and stabbed Claire beside her, forcing the other party to react.

"Well, I really want to hear ......" Claire opened her eyes helplessly, making a gesture of listening attentively.

"The results of his brain scan were compared a few days ago, but I was not sure about it, and I consulted a few more colleagues, but I didn't get much valuable advice. If only I could talk to my mom, she's an expert on this. This time Sanger was satisfied, put away the child's temper and began to talk about business, his expression was quite solemn.

“…… Was his brain injury severe? Hearing this, Claire immediately changed from pretending to be serious to being really serious, cutting off most of the data exchange with the ship's mastermind, and becoming more and more engrossed.

"There was no damage...... Or rather, it's not damage, it's an evolution. Sanger shook her head instead of her eyes, she didn't like to soak in the escape pod, except for the limited movement of her habits, any decoration that made her more beautiful would also fail.

"Evolution? You're saying he's mutated! Claire isn't an expert in biological neurology, but she, like Hong, knows most subjects. When I heard the word evolution, I immediately thought of a possibility, and my expression became more serious. If Hong Tao's genes are confirmed to be really problematic, then his situation is very worrying.

Mutants, like Vault Dwellers, are not good words in New Eden. In the moral system of the New Eden, the human body can be recognized with appropriate enhancements, such as cloning pilots, artificial organ replacement, some genetic optimization, neural synergists, and so on. But the transition to change the human body itself is difficult to accept, and if the Republic of Sasha had not touched this taboo, it would not have been exterminated by the joint efforts of the three countries.

But the rules of nature are not subject to human will, and cases of genetic mutation are not uncommon in the thousands of years of civilization recorded in New Eden. Especially in the era before the Great Interstellar Migration, the vast majority of New Edenians lived on planets.

Some planets have mild natural conditions, but many have harsh natural conditions on the surface. Over a period of thousands of years, individual people have developed genetic mutations under certain conditions. For example, the need for oxygen is decreasing, the function of internal organs is changing, and there are countless malformations.

But when they were discovered, they were all forcibly arrested by the government, and they were never treated equally except as specimens for scientific research.

There was no call for power in society for these people, they were generally considered monsters, a group that should be eliminated, and even the slaves at the lowest level of the empire naturally felt more like people than these people.

The most obvious example is the Vault Dweller, who are strongly rejected by mainstream society because of political and religious factors, but also because they carry incurable genetic diseases.

After all these years, even with the help of groups like the Brotherhood, there has never been a voice to restore their rights, even if this genetic disease has not been proven, in fact most people still think that they deserve to die, and it is better to be trapped in Woshen and never come out.

"Worse than mutation......" Sanger shook his eyes again, and stopped talking.

"How scary is it?" Claire knows this girlfriend very well, she likes to joke funny, but the state at this time is definitely not pretending.

“…… I carefully compared the results of the hibernator brain scans I took from the Presbyterian Church with him, and the similarity was over 90%. Although it has not been repeatedly determined by further samples, I can be sure that he is a similar creature to a hibernator if not a hibernator with very similar characteristics. ”

The results of this study have been holding back in Sanger's mind for several days, and he is almost to the point of restlessness. If your judgment is true, then Aite. Hong is a living hibernator, or quasi-hibernator!

Hibernators are a mystery in New Eden, and the jury remains as to who they are, where they come from, where they go, and whether or not they are directly connected to the New Eden.

But a lot of technology in the New Eden world has been obtained by reverse-exploiting the remnants of the hibernators' equipment, and if a living hibernator can appear, it is estimated that governments will be able to fight again for his ownership.

People have feelings, and after so many days of getting along day and night, Sanger didn't dare to say that he liked this man, and he couldn't say that he didn't like it. He has a charm that no other New Eden can feel, and if it weren't for Claire in the middle, maybe the relationship between the two would have developed further.

Whether to announce him as the biggest scientific discovery in the New Eden world, or whether it should be kept secret for the sake of friendship or love, Sanger has not yet weighed the matter. I didn't dare to discuss this matter with my mother, so I couldn't hold it back, so I wanted to hear Claire's opinion first.

"It can't be! He...... He's obviously a Vault Dweller, how can he be a hibernator ? You must be mistaken! Claire's first reaction was denial, instinctively and knowing exactly what it meant to be a hibernator out of instinct.

"If you don't believe in my abilities, you might as well go and ask Madame to appraise it!" Sanger was a little upset, didn't he slap himself in the face.

Even if you are a well-known archaeologist, you can't do this, in the field of biological neurology, you dare not say that your ability is in the top three, and you will never fall out of the top ten! If you count the family bonus, you have to make up for it.