The Collection of The End

——AD.2159.1.17——

Earth satellite orbit, "Horizon" space station.

7:00

This is a single dormitory of about 20 square meters. There are separate kitchens and bathrooms. The main color of the room is gray and black. The tables, chairs, cabinets and beds are all standard configurations of mass production. There are a lot of mechanical maintenance and interstellar war on the bookshelves. For books like that, there is a toolbox in the corner of the room that cannot be closed because it is full.

At this time, the alarm clock on the bedside table began to play music.

"[Mona Lisa~Who is she~Have she searched for love several times~]"

The owner of the dormitory was awakened by the fast-paced music of the alarm clock almost immediately.

He has short curly blond hair and eyes with gray pupils. He looks tough and simple, and has a strong and strong body. He will give people who see him a feeling of "this is an honest person who is not easy to mess with."

"[Her smile is so mysterious and beautiful~Perhaps she has also walked through the mountains and rivers of emotion~]"

"【Just discovered--】"

Click.

He raised his hand and pressed the alarm off.

"Huh...Fortunately, my Mona Lisa didn't let my Mona Lisa shed tears." He straightened out his messy hair casually, turned over and got out of bed and started washing.

7:30

Half an hour later, the man had washed up, but his breakfast was not ready yet.

"It will take me about five minutes to bake the bread," he hung the work sign on his chest while looking at the toaster. "Perhaps I should buy a new one."

The content on the work card is:

[Ivanjohnstinger (Ivanjohnstinger), mechanical engineer, mechanical maintenance and equipment maintenance department of the Horizon Space Station. 】

"I don't know why aliens send ambassadors to this place where birds do not lay eggs," he said to himself to the toaster: "Thanks to him, I have to work overtime every day until 8 pm to ensure all equipment You can leave work only if it runs normally."

7:40

"Hi, Ivan~ It's still so early."

Ivan had just pushed the door and walked out of the apartment. Just after the door was locked next to him, the man in the same uniform as him greeted him.

"I'm going to go to the newly opened snack street in the business district for breakfast. You must go directly to the unit."

"Yes," Ivan nodded, "Although it is working time at nine o'clock, we must take care of our own affairs in advance. Those guys will definitely let us fix them immediately after they find something wrong after work. In that case we The scheduled arrangements will be disrupted."

"I have you anyway, let's rest assured," the colleague patted him on the shoulder: "You go first, I will bring you your favorite ‘fried dough wrapped in sugar’ later."

"Sugar cake," Ivan corrected.

"It doesn't make a difference ~ wait for the meeting~" The colleague ran away quickly in the opposite direction of the work direction.

8:10

After passing the security check, Ivan entered the "mechanical maintenance and equipment maintenance department".

After entering the front door of the department, you can see a striking mark on the data screen on the wall:

【Departmental responsibilities:】

[1. Regularly maintain the space station's communication, energy and life support systems to ensure its normal operation. 】

[2, Repair damaged construction machinery, turrets, interactive devices, monitoring and other equipment. 】

[3, Replace parts that cannot be repaired and have to be scrapped. 】

[4. Other matters arranged by superiors. 】

"Outsiders must never think that the most work is actually 4." Ivan muttered, and walked towards his large office.

When he was halfway there, the data screen changed its content:

[In order to welcome the visit of the Waller Ambassadors, Star Alliance will conduct individual talks and registrations with all the staff of our department at 15:00 on the 17th. Please arrange your working hours reasonably according to the situation. 】

"..." Ivan paused a bit and glanced at the data screen: "They have an excuse to leave work early."

9:03

The large office Ivan is in is a huge, semicircular shape that can accommodate about a dozen people. Its curved side is next to the outer shell of the space station. It sounds like "you can see the starry sky at any time." It doesn’t sound like “if there is an accident, it’s too late to save it.”

At this time, a dozen white desks and cubicles were basically empty, only Ivan was wiping the desks.

"Wow, I was almost late."

The colleague who had previously claimed to go to taste the new snack rushed in, looked around and breathed a sigh of relief: "What? I turned out to be the second one."

"The third one," Ivan raised his head and glanced at him: "Mrs. Nasha said before and left after saying'please leave today.'"

"Understand, her son has come to the space station. If he gets caught by those security guys in the afternoon, it will not be so easy to leave." At the same time, he walked to Ivan's office cubicle and put down a lunch box: "Here , Your'roujiamo'."

"..." Ivan looked up at the contents of the lunch box and said, "If you want to leave early, you can transfer the job to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," my colleague rubbed his hands: "At least I will do my work in the morning."

【Zheng——Om——】

At this moment, the intercom in the office rang, and when Ivan connected, a voice that sounded very fast but sounded not anxious:

"[Equipment Maintenance Department, the port monitoring is broken, send someone to check it out.]"

"We don't call the'equipment maintenance department', and why don't we use universal tools to send tasks directly?" my colleagues complained naggingly.

"Understand, many elderly people are not used to wearing'gloves' with them, and shouting directly is more imposing than communication," Ivan put down the rag: "I'll go, if there is a new task, help me watch point."

"Oh..." The colleague responded casually and opened the food box he brought back.

11:30

Didi, beep, swish, zheng——buzz——

Near noon, the original "serious" work atmosphere disappeared. When Ivan returned to the office after a repair task, at least eight of his dozen colleagues had already cleaned up their desks and were ready to go away.

Of course, there is no noon in the space station, but there is always noon at this moment.

As for the movements, Ivan, who did not install the game in the universal tool, is not sure what it is, but it is clear that they are all at a "critical moment" and naturally there is no time to connect to the mission communication.

"Hello." Ivan took off the intercom on the wall.

"[Ivan? Tell you people over there. If you plan to leave early this afternoon, leave now, or don’t leave.]" The voice from the superior of the maintenance department came from the intercom: "[The security department made a surprise attack. I plan to stop all those who go to lunch and register.]"

The entire office suddenly became extremely quiet.

"Understood, boss." Ivan replied.

Click, as the call was hung up, the people in the office seemed to have been pressed to pause and then restarted again, and immediately packed up everything to get off work early.

"Ivan, I'm sorry to trouble you." "Next time I invite you to drink." "He doesn't drink or smoke~" "I have an important job in the afternoon. I transferred it to you."

In less than five minutes, the originally full office became empty in an instant.

"Important work?" Ivan adjusted his universal tool: "There is a problem with the lighting in the art exhibition area? Okay."

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13:45

As the superiors said, at about one in the afternoon, the military dispatched a large number of personnel to inspect and evacuate certain locations of the "Horizon" space station. Anyone staying in these locations was strictly prohibited from leaving. .

The Horizon Space Station itself belongs to the Star Alliance Army, but it only opened up civilian areas, which caused them not only to be unable to protest, but also to actively cooperate with their work.

At this time, Ivan, as the only staff member of the "Equipment Maintenance Department," was being questioned by a petite female officer protected by three ordinary soldiers—perhaps an officer.

She has brown hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a peculiar military uniform with black gold rims and no military rank. She wears a wide-brimmed black beret on her head. She looks like she has just grown up, but based on the current technology, she can judge her opponent only by her appearance. The age is more stupid.

"Hello," the girl officer looked around the empty office: "I think you are not the only one in your Mechanical Maintenance and Equipment Maintenance Department, right?"

"We performed a comprehensive maintenance of the space station not long ago, sir," Ivan said. "Most of them are taking a three-day vacation. I canceled the leave in advance to take care of daily maintenance."

"We are not here for a security check. No, it seems to be a security check..." The girl officer seemed to stun herself: "Anyway, you must first register your identity. You must not leave the'Horizon' space station for any reason within two days. ,Understand?"

"Understood, sir, emergency regulations." Ivan took the registration form handed over by the soldier next to the girl officer, and after a glance at the content, he began to fill in one by one.

Damn it!

When it was almost filled, a large wrench fell out of his pocket with his movements.

"!" Several soldiers pressed their waists vigilantly, and one of them went directly behind Ivan.

"I'm an engineer, and it makes sense to carry a repair wrench with me," Ivan said.

"Oh? Wrench?" The girl officer asked with interest: "I think most of the repair work can be done with universal tools."

"That will waste all-purpose glue, sir," Ivan picked up the wrench: "In many places where you only need to knock and twist, using all-purpose tools and consuming all-purpose glue is a very wasteful behavior-at least I personally think in this way."

"Look at it, Chief Lavisia," the soldier who walked around opened Ivan's drawers and cabinets: "He has stored many different kinds of wrenches."

"I am an engineer, and it is reasonable to prepare a variety of countermeasures in the face of changing failures." Ivan did not look back.

"Don't make a fuss, it's just his hobby," the female officer named Lavisia waved his hand. "You don't think this kind of thing can be used as a weapon, do you?"

"I'm reckless." The soldier nodded slightly and withdrew to Lavisia.

"Well... I ask, have you, as an engineer, seen anything strange in this space station?" Lavisia asked.

"I've seen a lot, and sometimes it's very difficult for me to understand how those machines are broken like that." Ivan replied.

"No, I mean, that kind of weird thing that has the ability that doesn't conform to its own structure-it doesn't refer to the loss of efficiency due to loss," Lavisia pointed to the wrench: "For example, the degree to which a wrench can cool."

"Except for me, I can't think of anything strange." Ivan replied.

"Huh?" Lavisia looked confused.

"It takes me half an hour to bake bread, while others only need fifteen minutes. I would like to know what went wrong with me. Maybe it's because I'm worse than others, or my positioning of me is not accurate enough," Ivan said. .

"Uh..." Lavisia looked at the soldier beside her.

After a soldier opened the universal tool for a little investigation, he leaned down and said quietly: "That's it, he was caught by his colleague..."

"Is that so?" Lavisia turned to look at Ivan with sympathy: "Believe in yourself, you can definitely do it."

Ivan sighed and remained silent.

20:00

Due to the sudden attack by the military department, the superiors and peers who always let the "equipment maintenance department" deal with all kinds of troubles stopped a lot, allowing Ivan to spend a relatively relaxing afternoon.

After confirming that there would be no more sudden machine failures, he locked the door and clocked out of get off work.

"Well, is that so?"

On the way back to the dormitory, Ivan noticed that several nearby streets and related blocks had been blocked by military personnel. It seemed that ordinary people would not be allowed to approach within three days.

If no one uses it, the machine will naturally not malfunction. This is the truth.

After checking his documents, the soldier in charge of the blockade waved to let him go.

When I returned to the apartment, the light of the colleague's house next door was not turned on. Obviously, I ran out to play crazy in the afternoon and haven't returned.

Ivan closed the door to the apartment, put the slices of bread and milk he bought along the way on the table, and then looked at the toaster on the table.

"I am a toaster, I am Ivan John Stanger," he said, half determined, "I am not a toaster, I am not Ivan John Stanger."

"The me on the table in the apartment, the me who I am watching, I am Ivan, I am the toaster," he seemed to hesitate for a while, and continued: "The toaster is the toaster, and I am me. , I am a toaster."

Quack, creak.

Ivan heard strange sounds like mechanical parts colliding and distorting, so he stopped.

"It still fails. I can't seem to call me in a way other than the first person. If I persist in doing this, I will gradually become mechanized and eventually become me."

"Forget it, no matter what, do a soft exercise to change yourself back, drink a cup of warm milk and go to sleep, this kind of strange mechanization can not even be checked by the doctor," Ivan stretched his limbs while roasting the table. The bread machine said: "I used to be a man? If these Star Alliance soldiers came for me, should I hand me over? I will definitely find a way to stop me?"

The toaster was motionless.

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