I rely on copies to build infrastructure

The diners regretted it a bit.

At that moment just now, he had no impulse to use his brain at all, it was an instinctive reaction made by his body.

Thinking about it now, lifting the wooden barn for the sake of stuttering, the reaction was too radical, and it also consumed his little steam energy.

The name of the cyborg is Titi, and he is an ordinary steam collector who works in the wasteland dungeon. Like a gear embedded in a huge machine, it rotates every day, doing repetitive tasks over and over again.

90% of Wasteland City are citizens like him, living two-point and one-line jobs in the dungeon around the melting pot, and all the hard-earned steam is used to maintain the body, but it is only enough.

In order to continue his body functions as much as possible, he didn't even have the energy to cover his half body with a bionic skin.He doesn't know why he wants to live. There are people like him everywhere in the dungeon. Everyone is confused, numb and confused. They only find the joy of "living" in every steam festival and inferior creatures.

But the words have already been released, and the steam has been used up, so it is impossible to go back on it.

Anyway, he didn't have any bright moments in his life, and being able to be willful and tyrannical once, it's worth it.

Titi gritted her teeth.

"No one can rob me! I've already reserved the venue!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a piece of mille-feuille pie, stuffed it into his mouth viciously, and chewed, venting the unknown anger in his heart.

why?

Why is his life so gloomy!

Well, the pie crust is soft, glutinous and fragrant, delicious...

Living in the dark underground, watching the body gradually rot, what is the meaning of such a life!

Ah, the filling is tender and juicy shoulder muscle!Bite your teeth lightly, and the sweet and mellow juice will overflow your mouth...

The selection of this meat is really good, the meat is moderately fat and lean, not dry and not loose, very elastic.

Titi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The taste of this pie is too gentle, like a wavy high-purity steam energy liquid, silently enveloping the taste buds, soaking every cell in it, smoothing out all the anger and irritability.

In an instant, many images flashed through the cyborg's mind.

Sunset, breeze, vast fields.At the end of the country road is an inconspicuous house.There is no primitive wooden house driven by steam, only an orange lamp is lit in the window, warming the path in front of the house.

These are all implanted memories, which belong to the memories before the era of the big nuclear explosion.The current dungeon is also full of orange lights, but it never makes people feel warm.

But to put it bluntly, in fact, this plate of mille-feuille pie is not exactly the same as the implanted memory.

Although the implanted memory is perfect, it is always hazy, as if separated by a layer of film, which makes people feel unreal.

But now, his tongue can really taste the metallic taste mixed in the meat, as well as the negligible fiber particles.

This is normal, after all, it is a creature that lives on the surface. The three-headed bird caused mutations due to radiation and pollution hundreds of years ago. These are all acceptable tastes for wasteland citizens.

So this kind of indescribable reality made Titi unable to stop at all.

Piece after piece, plate after plate.The cyborg stuffed his mouth with food desperately, hoping to prolong this wonderful feeling even longer.

Titi shielded her perception and completely immersed herself in the world of Millefeuille.

When he was not paying attention, the surrounding wasteland citizens began to gather quickly, and the crowd was talking a lot, and the center of the storm was this humble wasteland miner. .

From the moment the cyborg ate the second plate of pie, his half-metal body shimmered faintly.

At first, this layer of light is very faint, only a few wealthy wastelanders who use steam to enhance their vision can see it.

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean you can't feel it.

Wastelanders are exceptionally sensitive to steam energy, and soon, the crowd became restless, and many people began to notice Titi's changes.

"Steam...it's steam!"

The nearest citizen opened his eyes wide and cried out.

"He... he actually leaked steam!"

"No, that's not a steam escape."

A gentleman wearing a top hat shook his head.

His appearance does not reveal the existence of any machinery, this is an absolute upper-class person in the wasteland city, either rich or noble.Because only such a person has the spare time to sculpt the image and spend precious steam on the fancy bionic skin.

"It's the steam cycle, he gets steam replenished, and the barrier starts flowing again."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly gasped.

Extra steam?How can this be? !

Obviously, just a few minutes ago, they witnessed with their own eyes that that fool used too much steam. His steam volume was only enough for static maintenance, and it could not meet the minimum requirements for circulation at all, otherwise there would be no rust spots.

Static maintenance is the lowest protection. It only forms a thin layer of steam outside the body, which cannot be replenished even if it is penetrated by radiation, and it is easy to have protective holes.

Obviously it has reached the limit, where is the steam replenishment coming from? !Could it be that I read it wrong!

But soon, the crowd fell silent again.

All the wastelanders shut their mouths, because the unbelievable scene was staged little by little before their eyes, they couldn't speak, for fear of missing a little detail,

Tiny steam vortices began to appear on Titi's body.

After the big nuclear explosion, engineer Nerin built the cauldron.In his design concept, everything can generate steam, and the big melting furnace can convert this steam into energy to resist pollution, restore the environment, and protect this pure land forever.

But hundreds of years have passed, the flat sparrow has mutated into a ferocious three-headed bird, and the people of the wasteland have moved from the ground to the ground. The energy source of the big melting furnace still relies on burning ore, and no citizen can produce steam independently.

So Nairin became a liar, and self-produced steam became an unattainable wish.

But today...

"Quick, look! His body... There is a vortex on him!"

In the crowd, someone stammered.

"At the neck, in the direction of one o'clock, it is definitely a vortex!"

The vortex is the best proof of the steam cycle. The appearance of the vortex means that the amount of steam has exceeded the static maintenance, and there is enough accumulation to start the flow mode.

Although it is only a small air mass, the effect is immediate.The rust spots on Titi's neck no longer expanded, the movement of grabbing food was much smoother than before, and the joints no longer made the jaw-dropping friction sound.

The noisy food street was quiet again, and all eyes were on Titi.The citizens of the wasteland held their breath, as if waiting for the final verdict.

At this time, only one piece of the mille-feuille pie on the cart had been eaten.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Titi hiccupped and let out a long breath.

Waking up from a satiated dream, Titi felt the joy of being alive for the first time in her life.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there were people all around him, all staring at him with wide-open eyes, with excited and weird expressions.

Titi subconsciously held down the only piece of mille-feuille pie left on the plate.

"Don't even think about it! It's all mine!"

he growled warily.

"No no, you misunderstood."

The gentleman in the top hat spoke.

"You... how do you feel now? Is your body different?"

Hearing his question, Titi was taken aback for a moment.

What does it feel like?

Body is different?

Isn't he just full?

He wanted to touch his digestive module, but as soon as he moved, he suddenly discovered something abnormal!

The joints that were obviously sluggish before suddenly became much smoother this time, and even the root shaft of the little finger, which was told by the doctor last time that it was rusted, showed signs of loosening.

"This... I...?"

Titi trembled, and frantically turned on the steam monitor.

In the end, after only one glance, the eyeballs he had hastily stuffed in before fell out of their sockets again.But this time Titi didn't care at all, he pointed at the numbers on the monitor with shaking hands, and couldn't finish a sentence for a long time.

This, how is this possible?

He has been in the ground city for so long, and during this time he has activated high-energy weapons. His current steam value has not decreased, but has increased slightly!

You must know that the pollution and radiation of the underground city are much stronger than that of the underground. Even at night when the radiation is the weakest, as long as the wasteland citizens enter the ground, they will consume 20% more steam energy than underground. If it is not for the steam celebration, No one is willing to come up!

But now, his barrier has once again returned to the lowest line of maintaining the cycle mode, and he has already activated the minimum living allowance before!

"me……"

Seeing his appearance, there is something that a gentleman with a top hat doesn't understand.

He stepped forward, and pressed Titi's shoulder with his finely crafted bionic hand.

"How much have you improved?"

Titi shook her head.

"No promotion."

"But it made up for what I had consumed before."

He scratched his head, and a shameful expression appeared on half of his face that was still intact.

"However, I didn't have a lot of steam before. I just passed the circulation line, and it is still the same as before I came up."

Hearing what he said, not only was the gentleman in the top hat not disappointed, but his eyes became more and more enthusiastic.

No matter how much, as long as the steam can be replenished, it is tantamount to picking up ore from the ground.

Especially when the underground mines are about to be exhausted, and the whole city is facing the desperate situation of being isolated, such news is like a shot in the arm.

He originally disdained the fun of these inferior people, but because of the consul's face, he came to join him, but he didn't expect to find a treasure.

After the guess was verified, the gentleman with the top hat immediately turned his attention to Qin Lu.

He gestured to the attendants around him with his eyes, and a few tall robots surrounded him unobtrusively, and his intention to control should not be more obvious.

Xi Ren remained silent, the chain of light behind him looming.

He had been staring at the top hat since just now, and when the robots had just started to move, he pulled Qin Lu aside unobtrusively.

In the crowd, the rabbit companion sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and quietly squeezed out of the crowd.

He hurriedly trotted all the way back to the No. [-] shop, he was out of breath as soon as he entered the door.

"No... it's not good, we're going to... we're going to fight!"