Crew ...... This is a group of people who feel strange to me, I can use psionic energy to probe anyone's heart and unearth the deepest memories of his soul, but this hand often hits a wall in front of the crew, perhaps due to the years of contact with the subspace, even if they are not real psionics, they have a certain strength to fight against psionic energy. Although this weak resistance can be easily destroyed by me, the release of strong psionic energy can trigger great evil omens, and I naturally refuse to cause a riot in order to satisfy my curiosity. Most of them appear silent and numb, their complexion pale and bloodless due to the darkness of most of the spaceship, while on low-level ships like the Picker, the lack of artificial gravity makes the crew fragile and slender, with muscles and bones not well developed. Their bodies are indeed weak, and even on weightless ships, they mostly carry cargo in the kind of machinery modified from sentry mechs. I can't imagine how these weak guys would have to cope with a fight.

Whenever I meet some of the crew, I always see them quietly busy with their work, with little to no communication with each other. Perhaps, they have become part of the process of keeping the ship running, like the machines that have been running for thousands or even millennia. They always find their job and their position, and they don't need to take orders or complain, let alone ask why. They are accustomed to a qiē, and they will never care about what is in a certain cargo container, and even if they meet a stranger like me, most of them just treat it as some kind of novelty cargo, and few people will take a second look. Everyone seems to have their own unique routine, and when the time comes, he returns to his cabin, which is small enough to accommodate one person, to rest, and somewhere else comes out of nowhere to take over his work. By the way, just as there is always someone to do any job, there is always someone sleeping in every sleeping cabin. Work, sleep, and little time to eat and drink, that's all there is to the life of an average crew member. There is no entertainment, nothing else.

If it weren't for the fact that each of them was flesh and blood—which I had verified by more than three means to satisfy my curiosity—I would have believed that it was actually a modified servant of the Mechanics guys.

No, with the exception of a few individuals, even the mechanical servants could not do their mechanical numbness. After all, the Empire forbids the use of intelligent logic engines, and all mechanical souls are modified from flesh and blood brains. No matter how much they become mechanical, they will eventually leave behind something akin to emotion. I've seen many times that some tanks that have turned on their souls are in danger out of rage, or have refused to act because of their frustration.

Speaking of mechanical thralls, I have to mention this steel guy behind me. His name is Ah Da, just like my name, Ilshan, Ah Da is just a casual name that is relatively easy to call, and his real name is a long list of abstract symbols, which is completely incomprehensible to me. Ah Da is more than two meters tall, with three stout mechanical arms and five thinner mechanical tentacles. He is strong, wearing a tattered red robe, his body is wrapped in heavy armor, and his burly body has a strength that is not inferior to that of ordinary space marines, but unfortunately the bulky steel is far inferior to the super soldiers who have received sacred genetic seeds and surgical transformations, and if they are in close combat, it is difficult for Ah Da to defeat even empty-handed marines even if he is fully armed. However, Ah Da's bulkiness is limited to his body, but his limbs are more flexible than I could have imagined, carrying all kinds of gadgets on it, such as welding, cutting, drilling, planing, milling, boring, etc., and with the supposedly massive technical templates stored in his head, he can repair almost every war machine in the Imperial Defense that I know and don't know, from a small laser pistol and chainsaw sword to the large Riemannus Ruth tank and its various variants. I haven't seen a super-heavy tank like the Emperor Poison Blade, so I don't know if he'll fix it. Ah Da was also a member of the Mechanic Cult's cathars, although his hand-to-hand combat ability is not good, his shooting skills are top-notch, and with his own two plasma rifles, a hot melt gun, and five laser pistols, he can exert almost the same firepower as a squad of the standard defense army. Such a fully equipped and high-end mechanical thralls are naturally of high value, and it is difficult for ordinary legions to equip them, and this is a reward from the Mechanics Cult to thank me for helping them dig up the valuable STC - that is only their official statement, the truth is that I picked it up and gave it to them - . Of course, Ah Da is not completely flawless, otherwise the Mechanicus Cult would not have been so generous to send it out. Ah Da likes to collect all kinds of mechanical parts, and after each battle he will happily clean up the battlefield, sweeping away all the parts that can be found that are still intact, so much so that I have to force him to throw away most of them many times, and the ones that are left behind are installed on himself. I can guess that Ah Da has a tortuous or wonderful past, because even if it is just a pair of mechanical prosthetic eyes, I can occasionally see the melancholy he exudes, but I can't see more, I am not very good at observing the expressions of mechanical faces, as for his heart, although he still has a flesh and blood brain, most of the time he is thinking with the logic engine, and my mind-reading ability does not work against the logic engine at all. …,

For some reason, I was assigned a small room, about four square meters in size, about two meters high - because there is no gravity, there is no difference between the top and bottom, and this room can also be seen as a cube about two meters long, only one-third the size of a standard shipping container. However, it is true that this is not a temporary compartment, but a real living cabin, either specially set up for guests or for an officer of the sea. It has a small closet that houses several unnamed soft-packaged beverages. Due to the absence of gravity, it is impossible to store bottled beverages. There is also a bed, also because of gravity, and if you want to sleep, you have to tie yourself to it with elastic straps. There were no tables and chairs, so you had to wait for the crew to bring you food, or go to the restaurant in a corner of the ship yourself. If you urinate and urinate, you have to go to the toilet farther away. It used to be occupied, but it must have been a long time ago. After Ah Da and I went in and dropped off my luggage, there was basically no room for me to move around, so that I had to wander around the ship outside of sleeping, observing the life of the crew and chatting to relieve my boredom. Compared to the single sleeping pods that the junior crew members used in turn, which were not as large as the closet, my cabin was truly luxurious.

Because of the circulatory system, I know that the water I drink and eat the unknown food is the urine of other crew members not long ago, and my defecation will soon become the diet of a certain crew member. The conditions are so difficult, there is no way, I can only pray that the circulation system on this ship will be stronger, and not retain too much of the previous taste. As a person born in a wild world, I am not picky about living materials at all.

Aside from the occasional asking for directions and being reminded that certain places were off-limit, the only time I had with the crew was during my first mealtime after I got on board. As I didn't know the schedule for the meal, one of the crew members volunteered to bring the food to my room, and in addition to telling me the location of the dining room and the time of the meal, he warned me not to touch one of the walls of the room loudly, because it was the captain's room next door. He was a very young sailor, or just over ten years old, and though he was just as taciturn, there was much in his eyes, such as his great eagerness to taste the food he had supplied, which must have been part of something that had never been eaten before, and nothing more than the organic matter they had eaten themselves that had been eaten many times. He wanted to know something from me, such as what the world outside the ship was like, such as the battles and life I had experienced, but he didn't dare to ask in the end, not because I was afraid that I would refuse to answer, but because he was afraid that he would never be able to return to his previous life after knowing it. The ship had few passengers, and he turned down the opportunity, and his life would wear away what little curiosity he had left, making him like all the other crew members.

That's right, Captain. If there was one exception to the list of people I had met, it was the captain of the ship. I did not know its name, but I had only seen her once on board, and after a symbolic salute, without exchanging a word, she sent the crew to carry me to my room. When I first boarded the ship, I didn't feel that there was anything noteworthy about her, but when I had stayed on the ship for a long time after setting sail, and had become familiar with the ordinary crew, and then recalled the captain's appearance, I realized that she was so peculiar.

She was very young, about twenty years old, with the rank of major, even in the Imperial Navy, which was generally on the high side, this rank was really a bit high for her age, and if someone told me that she had risen to the rank of military merit, even if that person was the emperor himself, I would have to confirm it again and again before I could believe it. However, the power of the family faction in the Imperial Navy is very strong, and it is probably acceptable for a general to directly promote his children to a colonel, but if she really has someone above her, it is absolutely impossible to be a captain in this kind of transport ship. The transport ship is not a place to boil qualifications, it is possible that there will be no promotion opportunities in a lifetime, all the work is just running back and forth between a few points, there is no opportunity for combat and meritorious service, and the living environment is extremely harsh. This young woman, or just a girl, must have made a mistake to be sent to this post for the rest of her life. …,

Even after just one glance, I can still vividly recall her face. She was tall, a little taller than me, about 1.75 meters, well-proportioned, without any signs of malnutrition, her bones and muscles were fully developed, in other words, she was about the same as an ordinary person, and the crew of this ship was very different, I guess she had not been on this ship for a long time, and she should have lived on a large ship with good conditions and artificial gravity, perhaps a cruiser or even a larger warship. Unlike other crew members, who like to float between corridors and cabins, she likes to walk around in her magnetic boots, striding loudly and intentionally or unintentionally. She is capable and tough, with the perseverance and decisiveness of a soldier in her eyes, as well as the fearless impulse and drive of a young man. At that moment when she looked at me, she held her sword and pistol, revealing that she wanted to challenge me, and the reason why she didn't do it was not because she was afraid of my strength, but because it was unnecessary, and she controlled it very well and hid her desire to fight. She was alien to the ship, and every feature of it showed that she had once served as a real naval soldier on a warship.

However, on such a ship, no matter how good her military qualities are, she will be consumed in the boring life of day after day, until she becomes as mechanical and numb as everyone else on board. In my opinion, which is also a soldier, this has to be said to be an extreme sadness. I can guess that the fate she wants is not to die in a numb life, and then the corpse is processed and eaten by others, but to sink with the ship in a glorious battle, and let the flesh and blood be immortalized in the fireworks and the colossal steel creation.

Poor child, may the Emperor bless her. I hope she really has someone on top of her, and after a while on this broken ship, she will be transferred to another position, even if it is more comfortable to sell tickets in the spaceport on the ground.

When I think of this, I don't just turn to myself. Perhaps because of this dark and oppressive environment, even my usual hard-hearted heart has become sentimental.

I've only been here for a few days, huh? There's no day or night here, but it's only three or four days, right?

The voyage takes about a month, which is the first ten days of regular sailing, and when it is far enough away from the planet, it will start to enter subspace, and the ten days of subspace are more difficult for me as a psyker, but considering that there is a navigator on this ship who needs to see the subspace directly with my eyes, it is even more difficult than me, and my mood is slightly better. There are still ten days to go after leaving the subspace, and then you can disembark. Now that only a tenth of the time has passed, and I am already so uncomfortable, how do I spend it?

Although the people were silent, there was no silence on the ship, and everywhere was filled with a steady and dull trill, which was the sound of the ship's engine. When the body is pressed against the bulkhead or deck, the sound of the steel coming directly into the body is even more deafening. However, since there is no noise, it means that Yi Qiē is normal, and the ship, although old, has been well maintained. Many times, it is synonymous with old and even reliable, because with the loss of many technologies, new things are often full of flaws.

The ship flew smoothly, and I was wandering aimlessly down the hallway as always. In a trance, I seemed to forget my military status, my duty to the Emperor and the Empire, and the shelling that seemed like yesterday, and I felt as if I had become one of these crew members, living a mechanical life day after day, like them......

I suddenly remembered that my daily homework had fallen behind for several days without realizing it.

Think about it every day: You can't complain about the empire if you are miserable.

Think about it every day: Even if you have nothing, there is still life to give to the Empire.

A daily thought: thinking about the guide zhì doubt, doubting the guide zhì falling.