Chen Hao had just reached the warehouse door when he turned back. He'd forgotten to take the schedule. The sheet was now stuck to the whiteboard in the control room, its edges slightly curled up, swaying gently in the air conditioning.

Nana was standing in front of the terminal updating a file. Without looking up, she said, "You left something behind."

How did you know?

“You always check your pockets before going to the warehouse. This time you didn’t.”

Chen Hao smiled, took out half a flattened biscuit from his pocket, and took a bite. "I'm just saving time."

“Based on behavioral analysis, it’s more likely that you forgot to bring your notebook.” After she finished speaking, she tapped the screen, and a new document popped up: “Synced to your handheld device.”

Susan sat at the table, holding a printed list of medicines, matching each item to its corresponding inventory number in the medical ward. She turned the page slowly, pressing her wrist down slightly to finish.

Carl came over from the engineering workshop, carrying a metal plate. "Adding five centimeters to the seat's shock absorption layer is no problem, but we need to change the material. The original one is too heavy."

“Then let’s change it.” Chen Hao brushed the biscuit crumbs off. “Anyway, the spaceship won’t be short a few kilograms.”

“The problem is space.” Carl spread out the blueprints. “Moving the toolbox to the back of the cargo hold will free up thirty centimeters. But the emergency repair kit has to be disassembled and stored separately.”

"Let's dismantle it then." Chen Hao sat down. "As long as it doesn't delay takeoff."

Susan looked up at the timeline on the projector. "One hundred days...that sounds like a lot more than before."

“Actually, it’s even tighter,” Nana said. “The extra time needs to be used for adaptation training. You need at least 30 minutes of low-intensity activity every day now, otherwise muscle atrophy will affect your mobility later on.”

“We also need to consider diet.” Susan looked down at her notes. “Protein intake needs to be increased by twenty percent, and iron and calcium intake also need to be supplemented. Is the food in the base kitchen enough?”

“Not enough,” Carl said. “We only brought three months’ worth of special nutrition supplements with our last resupply.”

"I'll go check the reserves," Chen Hao said, standing up. "Maybe there are some left over from a mission that weren't registered."

"And see if there are any cushions," Susan said. "Even if the chair is modified, it still needs to be comfortable for people to sit on."

"Would you like another cushion?" Chen Hao raised an eyebrow. "Or should I install a massage function for you?"

"If you could adjust the vibration frequency to a hypnotic mode, I wouldn't mind."

Nana suddenly interjected, "I suggest using double-layer memory foam filling with an antibacterial coating. Databases show that pregnant women are more sensitive to pressure from sitting postures, and continuous pressure may lead to decreased blood circulation."

“Listen to this, the robot is even more concerned than you are.” Susan looked at Chen Hao.

"I'm trying to figure something out." He picked up a pen and scribbled a few lines on the taskbar. "Add three items: resource reorganization, seat modification, and nutrient supply. Who's in charge?"

“I’ll handle the engineering part,” Carl said, pointing to himself.

“I’m cooperating with the medical support,” Nana said.

“I’m in charge of medicines and food.” Susan closed her notebook.

"And what about me?" Chen Hao asked.

"Overall coordination," they both said at the same time.

"More odd jobs," he muttered.

“It’s supervision,” Susan corrected. “You have to make sure no one slacks off.”

“You should say that to yourself.” Chen Hao pointed to the thermos cup next to her. “You said yesterday that you were going to check the oxygen valve, but you ended up taking a nap.”

“I was resting,” she glared at him. “It wasn’t laziness. You were the one who was. You said you were going to check the cables this morning, but you didn’t get up until noon.”

"That's energy-saving mode," Chen Hao said seriously. "Fat people consume more energy, so they must allocate their physical strength reasonably."

Nana calmly said, "According to body fat monitoring data, your resting metabolic rate yesterday was 8 percent lower than the team average, which means you were indeed in a low-power state."

"Look!" Chen Hao slammed his hand on the table. "Science has proven that I'm not lazy, I'm just energy-efficient."

Susan laughed. Carl's lips twitched slightly, then he turned to revise the blueprints.

Chen Hao moved closer to the projector and changed the original "general crew cabin configuration" to "special care unit," and even added a small icon—a crookedly drawn stroller.

"Don't mess with the interface." Susan reached out to turn off the projector.

“Keep it,” Carl said. “It’s quite clear.”

The three of them looked at him. He didn't look up; the tip of his pen drew a line on the paper.

“It’s better to be clear about it,” he said in a low voice, “so that we don’t forget we’re doing something serious.”

The air fell silent for a moment.

Chen Hao enlarged the icon. "Then it's settled. Special care unit, priority raised. Prototypes of all related modifications to be ready within three days."

“I can get the temperature control system working tonight,” Nana said. “The backup power supply will be wired separately to ensure that the medical equipment is not affected by fluctuations in the main grid.”

“We need to change the disinfectant too.” Susan remembered something. “The previous one was too irritating; it gave me a headache if I smelled it too much.”

“It’s already on the procurement list.” Nana pulled up the item. “Hypoallergenic, plant-derived ingredients. We currently have two bottles in stock, and any shortfall can be supplemented through synthesis.”

“That’s good.” Chen Hao leaned back in his chair. “We don’t look like we’re running for our lives now, we look like we’re preparing to move.”

“That’s how it is.” Susan slowly stood up. “It’s just that this time we’re moving a bit further away.”

She walked to the door, adjusted her back, and then stepped out. Her steps were steady, and her back was not hunched.

As Carl watched her retreating figure, he suddenly said, "I'll add a manual adjustment lever to the seat. That way, if the automatic adjustment fails, it can still adjust the angle itself."

"Thanks." She turned around and smiled. "Very thoughtful."

"It's just common sense in design," he said, then lowered his head and continued drawing.

Chen Hao stared at the screen for a while, then put all the adjustments into a new folder and named it "Final Version - With Doll".

"The naming logic is confusing," Nana pointed out.

"But I can understand it." He clicked save. "It's better than a cold, impersonal number."

"I suggest adding a version number and a modification timestamp," she added.

"Maybe next time." He stretched. "Right now, I just want a drink of water."

He picked up his water glass and walked towards the water dispenser. The machine hummed and began heating.

Susan had arrived at the door of the medical pod and was swiping her access card to lock it. The lights came on, revealing neatly arranged medicine boxes on the shelves inside.

Carl rolled up the blueprints and tucked them under his arm. As he passed Chen Hao, he said, "I need to use the welding machine tomorrow, so turn off the power two hours in advance."

"Okay." Chen Hao nodded. "Just don't burn through the bulkhead."

"Last time was an accident."

"You still remember? I thought you had long forgotten."

“The hole has been patched, but I remember where it was.” Carlton paused. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Nana stood in front of the terminal, tapped her finger, and pushed the "Pregnancy Travel Adaptation Guide" to everyone's terminals. At the top of the page were: Daily Activity Suggestions, Dietary Recommendations, and Emergency Response Procedures.

When Chen Hao returned after drinking his water, he saw a notification pop up on his screen.

"You wrote this document with more care than I did in high school," he said to Nana.

"Because the content directly affects the probability of survival," she replied.

"So you're afraid I'll mess it up?"

"Data shows that the failure rate of the tasks you are involved in is 19 percent higher than the average."

"Hello!"

“But team satisfaction increased by 22 percent,” she continued, “which means your presence has unquantifiable value.”

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then laughed. "Alright, you're complimenting me."

He opened the document and quickly glanced at it. "Twenty minutes of walking every day? I get out of breath after just two steps now."

“It can be done in four sessions,” Nana said, “five minutes each time, gradually getting used to it.”

“Then you’ll have to come with me.” He grinned. “Otherwise, I’ll definitely slack off.”

“My patrol route covers residential areas,” she said. “It will automatically alert me if the target deviates from the plan.”

"So you're going to be the supervisor?"

"One of my responsibilities."

Susan walked in then, holding a list. "We only have three vials of Vitamin D3 left, and half a month's supply of folic acid."

"Write it down." Chen Hao opened his notebook. "Once the repairs are halfway complete, arrange a small-scale resupply search. There might be some abandoned supplies at the nearby abandoned station."

“I’ll go with you,” Carl said.

"Didn't you think I was a burden?"

“You helped me block the falling rocks during the last landslide,” Karl glanced at him. “You have to repay the favor.”

"Oh, you still remember?"

"I can't forget it." He pointed to his shoulder. "It hurt for half a month."

"Then you can help me carry these things this time."

“Okay,” Carl nodded, “but don’t pick up anything weird.”

"What do you mean by 'strange thing'?"

"The last time you brought back that glowing stone, it made our alarm go off for three hours."

"Isn't it pretty?"

"Its radiation levels are too high."

"I don't know."

Nana calmly said, "The detector alarmed seven times, and you chose to silence it."

"I thought it was a false alarm!"

"Seven times in a row?"

"……Shut up."

Susan leaned against the wall, laughing. She took out a pen, crossed out two items on the supplies list, and added two new items.

Chen Hao put the notebook away. "Alright, that's enough for today. Everyone, get back to your assigned tasks. We'll be inspecting the work in three days."

He stood up, stretched, and walked towards the door.

Nana's voice came from behind: "The latest plan has been entered. Tag: Escape with Kids Version."

“Don’t change my name!” he shouted as he turned around.

Before the door closed, he saw Susan still writing with her head down, Carl checking the blueprints, and Nana's screen flickering.

His terminal vibrated.

Breaking news: [Reminder: First comfort test tomorrow at 9 AM]

He glanced at it, deleted the notification, and then secretly restored it.

Then he quickly caught up with the three people in front of him.