socalfunplaces Chapter 105 My Darling
Chapter 105 My Darling
Chapter 105 My Darling
Harrisenburg, Space Well.
Andy stood on a broken platform, with bottomless darkness below.
The wind howled and whistled within the shaft.
Father Zor also came along.
At this moment, the halo in his mechanical eyes had shrunk to the size of a pinhead, and his whole body was vibrating at a high frequency.
He was muttering profound binary prayers that even Andy couldn't understand, probably praising the great miracles of Om Messiah.
Andy quietly began to explore STC.
The blue data stream refreshed rapidly on his retina, constructing a complete holographic model of the seating facility.
The first thing that catches the eye is the seemingly smooth black well wall.
In the STC's perspective structural diagram, the interior of this 30-meter-thick alloy well wall integrates extremely complex folding space technology and modular docking compartments.
The design philosophy of the Golden Age emphasizes the ultimate utilization of space.
It would be such a waste to use such a large pit only for launching large ships.
So the designer dug countless "small grids" into the well wall.
These compartments are normally closed and integrated with the well wall; once activated, the armor plates slide open to reveal the berths inside.
Standardized specifications, designed specifically for use by small aircraft below 500 meters.
Andy immediately thought of the twenty heavy industrial shuttles that Father Zor had brought, as well as the messy flying machines he had made.
Now these things can only be left in the open in the square, exposed to the wind and sun, and there's also the worry of them being buried by sandstorms.
But once this well wall is repaired, all those planes can be squeezed in.
It also comes with a complete set of maintenance robotic arms, modular upgrades, and an automatic refueling system.
Andy could easily turn this place into a super modification factory, taking all those civilian shuttles in and transforming them into heavy gunboats or assault transport ships. The efficiency would be a hundred times higher than doing it by hand on the ground.
The line of sight continues downwards.
Andy focused on the more core structure.
On the inner side of the well wall, there is a ring of hollow structure every five hundred meters or so.
The mid-section maintenance base is the true essence of the aerospace well.
Shipbuilding is not like building blocks; it's not just about piling up parts. It requires extremely high precision in welding, alignment, and assembly.
These circular maintenance bases not only store a large number of spare keels, high-energy fuel rods, and anti-gravity coils, but also a type of huge engineering drone.
It's not the kind of heavy-duty engineering drone that Andy currently has, which is only the size of a cargo box and makes a buzzing sound when it flies.
Compared to the original products here, Andy's is just a remote-controlled toy.
Each of the standard drones here is at least larger than a heavy truck, features a modular design, and has four to eight independent force field generators and a host of high-tech robotic arms.
They can operate in the heat waves generated by starships and can also perform micron-level welding in a vacuum.
Only this thing could truly assemble a bunch of scattered parts into a starship in a few days. Andy subconsciously activated the search for the same source signal.
correct!
See if there are any similar ones!
In the standard setup of the golden age, such a standard spacecraft well would not usually be handed over to a rigid central computer for control, because there are too many variables in the shipbuilding process, requiring extremely strong on-the-spot judgment.
Therefore, each intermediate maintenance base is usually staffed with one or two "engineering ironmen".
They are the foremen here, each controlling a dozen drones at the same time, directing thousands of autonomous machines.
If there are still living Iron Men here —
The signal beam swept across the dark abyss.
All that came back was a deathly silence of static noise.
no respond.
Andy's last glimmer of hope vanished.
That's true. Tens of thousands of years have passed. Even an iron man would have turned into a pile of scrap metal long ago if it hadn't been maintained and its energy had run out.
They might even have been destroyed by humans or other Iron Men during the Iron Man Rebellion.
Andy was suddenly overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling.
Andy suddenly realized that he didn't even know which factory this body used to work in, or how he woke up in the 41st millennium.
Keep reading.
According to sonar echo measurements, the current depth of this space well is 4.5 kilometers.
But this is not its limit.
At the bottom of the well, there are layers of thick expansion plates. If all of them are opened, the space can be extended by another 1.5 kilometers.
Maximum depth: 6 kilometers.
This size is very subtle and requires great care.
It can just accommodate a fully armed battlecruiser.
Humans in the Golden Age valued extreme efficiency and pragmatism, and never engaged in the practices of imperial navies.
The Imperial Navy's battleships were often tens of kilometers long, or even twenty kilometers long, and were covered with cathedrals, statues, and penance chambers. They also had to make room for the living quarters of tens of thousands of ordinary crew members.
This resulted in the Empire's ships being extremely bloated, large and impractical, and a nightmare to maintain.
The warships of the Golden Age were all highly automated.
A significant amount of space will be used to house engines, shields, weapons, and computing cores.
A 6-kilometer-long battlecruiser is far more powerful than the Empire's old-fashioned ships that are only 20-odd kilometers long!
Therefore, the size of the space silo is designed for this kind of "conventional top-of-the-line" combat capability.
As for super-sized behemoths like the "Mountain Array" or the "Hope" owned by the motor enthusiast, they are considered special projects.
That kind of thing probably can't be made in a space well or an orbital dock.
They often require the resources of the entire planet to build specialized ring-shaped docks for assembly, and are not even entirely built in three-dimensional space (although the Hope was indeed discovered underground, who knows how it got in).
Andy doesn't have that much of an appetite yet.
Being able to build battlecruisers was already very satisfying for him!
A fleet led by battlecruisers would be enough for him to roam freely in the Halo Sector, blasting any reckless aliens and pirates into dust!
Andy stood on the platform, looking at the enormous black hole in front of him.
In his mind, this place was no longer a ruin.
The lights were on, robotic arms were swinging, and sparks flew from the welding torches.
One after another, pristine white, streamlined starships are taking shape, their anti-gravity engines emitting a deep roar, ready to break through the atmosphere at any moment.
In Andy's vision, that was the future of deep space industry.
"call----"
Andy breathed a sigh of relief, ending his long daydreaming.
The thrill of being in control gradually faded, and cold reality once again took over the core of logic.
No matter how good the plan is, it has to be done step by step.
The primary task now is to ascertain the situation below.
Andy reached into his fanny pack and pulled out a small black disc, no bigger than the palm of his hand.
A miniature reconnaissance drone, codenamed "Firefly".
It has no weapons, only high-precision sensors and an ultra-long-lasting battery.
The only drawback is that its stealth performance isn't very good, because it's an older product and Andy didn't equip it with a stealth module.
But even at its worst, it's still better than the "Black Spirit" spider, much better!
"Go."
Andy loosened his grip, and the drone fell into the darkness.
The rotors unfolded, emitting a very faint hum, before rapidly descending and disappearing into the shadows of the abyss.
Andy joined in, and the camera panned out to the upper left of his field of vision.
As the depth increased, the light disappeared completely, and the image switched to infrared and night vision modes.
The well walls were covered with a thick layer of dust, as well as traces of dried biological slime.
Depth 1000 meters — 2000 meters —
Everything looked normal; lifeless and empty.
Until the depth reaches 2500 meters.
The screen suddenly jerked.
In the darkness, something seemed to be emitting a faint red light.