Wasteland Garbage Planet 12 Happy cooperation

Outside the Rusty Planet, a spaceship deviated from its planned route and headed towards this long-uninhabited planet.

"Tsk, it's still as desolate as ever, only garbage left."

The spaceship was set to autopilot, and a dozen pirates in the cabin were drinking happily.

Through the porthole, someone gazed at the dilapidated planet and sighed.

"Don't say that. There are still some useful things in this junk. A usable energy crystal can be sold for 100,000 credits."

"If it weren't for the money for the wine, I wouldn't bother coming to this stinking place."

"Spending two hours to earn enough money for a few drinks, isn't that worthwhile? And without any hassle, it's much more enjoyable than fighting for routes with the Ghost Fleet."

"Hehe, thanks to Brother Leon for thinking of us."

Leon sat on a soft sofa outside the crowd, raised his bottle to signal everyone, and then asked, "How long until landing?"

A cold, inorganic electronic voice rang out: "Estimated landing in 18 minutes and 16 seconds—"

Leon cleared his throat. "Alright, we're about to land. Get the trash, the protein cookies, and the water ready. Time is running out. We have to get back to the starship in two hours."

This was a private job. They took advantage of the fact that the Scavenger Alliance's starship was traveling along this trading route and deliberately sped up to bypass it.

If they can't get back on time, their small spaceship will have to wander independently in space.

The round trip took an hour in total, leaving them only an hour to trade with Themis.

The pirates drank the wine that cost thousands of dollars a bottle, and then went to the warehouse to carry out the moss protein cakes they had bought for hundreds of dollars. The drinking water was bought with empty bottles for 100 credit points, which were river water from the previous planet.

All the "supplies" cost them less than a thousand credit points, but they were quite heavy, and it took more than a dozen people several trips to move them to the exit that would be opened soon.

Someone couldn't help but complain: "When will the boss prepare two robots on the spacecraft? Do we have to do this kind of work ourselves?"

"Robots are free, aren't they? And all robots require identification to purchase, so what can we use to buy them?" someone immediately retorted.

"Go buy two on the black market. You can use fake IDs."

"Tsk, the robots on the black market are all so fragile and weak. They start panting after just a few steps. They also consume a lot of energy. Why would I buy them to serve as masters?"

"Hehe, their development in that area is really good. If it weren't too expensive, I would like to buy one to use. I haven't seen a woman in eight hundred years since I took this route."

"Spend all that money just to have some fun on the bed? If it breaks, you'll have to spend money to repair it. When we get back to the starship, why don't we just go to the bottom floor and pick two people to have some fun on."

"Tsk, those people are so dirty..."

Several people were talking dirty, and Leon came over reeking of alcohol, his tall and strong body bringing a full sense of oppression.

Leon was fond of drinking and gambling, but he was not interested in this matter. Although these people had drunk a lot of wine, they were not dizzy. They were very considerate and guarded the supplies obediently. The topic ended quickly.

As the shock of landing passed, the door opened and a pungent smell of rusty metal and acid hit me in the face.

This is the smell unique to the Rusty Planet, even the air is poisonous.

Leon put on a mask to isolate the poison gas and looked forward with an eagle-like gaze.

Themis and his gang had been waiting here for a long time when they landed several times before, but they were late today.

Before Leon could get angry, he noticed that there were two more people coming in to trade - no, the two following behind carrying boxes of supplies, dressed in silver metallic reflective clothes, were robots.

Ethan was not present during the daytime transactions.

Themis brought Sarah, Moira, and Victor to the transaction. He walked to the hatch of the spaceship and said calmly, "Something happened today."

But in fact they arrived on time and were not late.

It's just that I came earlier before.

He commanded two robots to put down the supply boxes filled with energy crystals, signaled the pirates to count them, and asked Sarah and Moira to go forward and count the food and water supplies in the other party's hands.

They had done business several times and were very familiar with the process.

Themis knew that Leon and the others were in a hurry, so there was no need for any extra greetings. After they each counted the quantity of supplies, the transaction was considered complete.

Leon suddenly said: "Wait."

Themis raised his eyes: "Is there a problem with Deputy Leon?"

The cyborg, Themis, is cold-hearted and heartless. Once you are targeted by his golden eyes, you are basically finished.

The glorious story of the twenty or so modified humans who, under the leadership of Themis, blew up a starship and five spaceships is still circulating among the pirates.

"Don't be nervous, Themis." Leon's rough voice came through the mask.

"I just want to ask, where did you get these robots? Even robots of this level are considered scrapped in the Federation now."

He looked at the two robots that were acting normally, feeling a little curious.

As far as he knew, the scrapped garbage of the Federation generally needed to be compressed and processed. Even the toughest robots would be reduced to a pile of debris after being scrapped.

Most people can't even identify the materials.

Did Themis and the others personally go to dig out materials from the garbage mountain?

Sarah smiled delicately and said, "It's just a robot. Is it that difficult?"

Leon glanced at Sarah and Moira's mechanical prosthetics, then suddenly met Themis's left eye and chuckled, "Of course, no one understands robots better than you."

He originally thought that they were at the end of their rope after falling into the Rust Planet. Perhaps Themis and his gang were more capable than he thought.

Leon became more patient and looked at the two robots again.

It is not as perfect as the robot released by the Capital Star. Its entire metal shell makes it look like a semi-finished product.

These two robots don't even seem to have any intelligent programs installed, they just work blindly.

No smart program means no connection to the Star Network.

It also means that StarNet cannot recognize them.

In light of the prosthetic cyborg riot three hundred years ago, the Federation's unease and vigilance towards this type of mechanical life reached its peak.

However, the robot market is too huge. Families with a little money are willing to buy a robot to relieve the pressure of household labor. It is not feasible to simply dismiss the existence of robots.

Therefore, the Federation has installed a unique intelligent program on every robot that leaves the factory and monitors them through the star network. Once they lose control, that is, if the program is hacked or modified by someone, the self-destruct program will be activated immediately.

The price of robots that can evade surveillance has naturally skyrocketed on the black market.

If these two robots were taken to the capital planet or those tourist planets, they would be worthy of being returned to the factory or scrapped.

But it’s just right on the black market.

Leon became thoughtful: "Themis, we are old friends. Name a price for these two robots."

Themis: "What can you give?"

Leon turned around and found that the protein cakes and low-pollution water they had prepared for energy crystals had been taken away.

The spacecraft has a limited carrying capacity. Knowing that Themis and the others can only provide so many energy crystals, they certainly won't bring more supplies. Without these, they will only have wine, meat and food for themselves.

They need food, and the only thing they can spare is alcohol...

Leon raised his eyebrows. "Dona Star's rose wine has a great taste, delicious and mellow. A bottle is worth 5,000 credits. If you want..."

Themis interrupted: "Leon, there are no drunkards on Rust Star."

A newcomer behind Leon couldn't help but directly detained the robot that was carrying supplies out. The robot had no means of counter-suppression and was just held up and unable to move.

"Hey, your robots are of such poor quality, it's a shame that our deputy even likes these two..."

Victor's eyes flashed, and he immediately activated the energy chamber, and his two arms turned into weapons and pointed at him.

Leon backhanded the man and sent him flying three meters away. He apologized to Themis naturally: "Sorry, I just hired someone who doesn't know any better. I have a very high opinion of these two robots."

He met Themis's two eyes, one of which was inhuman, the other full of human-machine feeling. Coupled with his expressionless face, it was really impossible to guess what he was thinking.

As the leader, he apologized in person. Themis looked at Victor, and Victor relaxed and put away his weapon.

Leon smiled and said, "How about this, the robots can be exchanged for energy crystals. We won't accept the energy crystals this time. We will bring more supplies next time, and we can exchange as many energy crystals as we have."

The value of an average robot is around 100,000 credit points. A robot like this that only has basic skills and no skin is definitely not worth that much. If you speculate on it on the black market, it can be sold for 30,000 to 40,000 credit points.

This sounds good, and it seems that they are exchanging energy crystals worth 100,000 credit points for robots worth 60,000 or 70,000 credit points. But in fact, the energy crystals were originally dug up by Themis and his men, and they only paid for supplies worth less than 1,000 credit points.

Sarah asked in surprise at the right moment, "You're willing to exchange so many energy crystals for these two robots?"

Leon: “Of course, this is my sincerity.”

Sarah said to Themis innocently, "Themis, we've made a killing! These robots are simply assembled from discarded garbage. There's plenty of waste material in the garbage dump, so we can just make some..."

Moira interrupted her: “Sarah, if you have anything to say, let’s talk about it when we get back.”

Sarah pouted and fell silent.

Leon's eyes turned and he said, "Themis, can you get more robots?"

Ximis said calmly: "It's just recycling."

Sarah couldn't help but add, "Haven't we already agreed on the number of energy crystals? More than a dozen Rustmen have died. Without these robots, there won't be enough energy crystals this time."

"Is that so? That's really sad." Leon said hypocritically, and returned to the point: "It's okay if I die. If you can provide us with a stable supply of robots in the future, we can do without the energy crystals. How about that?"

A robot assembled from waste materials is not really a big treasure. If Themis really didn't want to trade it, he wouldn't have brought it this time.

Leon knew he just wanted to raise the price.

Sure enough, Ximis's expression was a little moved: "Making robots is a bit troublesome. I can only make five in a month at most."

Leon said: "Let's trade once every two months, ten robots each time."

"Deputy Leon should know that our conditions here are limited. All robots only have the most basic housekeeping service modules."

Leon nodded: "Of course."

A space pirate murmured nearby: "It's so basic it won't sell for much..."

The voice behind him comforted him quietly: "It's okay, you can go to the black market to install the module, but the cost is a bit high."

Leon suddenly asked: "Themis, if I can bring the modular components, can you add them in?"

Themis curled his lips and said, "Yes, if the module comes with it, it can be considered a friendly gift installation service."

Leon was very satisfied. He looked at the time and found that they had stayed for almost an hour.

All the things were moved downstairs, and the two robots were left in the cabin. Leon looked at the two boxes of energy crystals on the ground. Although he lost 100,000 credit points, he opened up a new business.

The price of used energy crystals is fixed. One hundred thousand for so many is one hundred thousand, and you can't raise the price even if you talk your mouth off. However, the robot business is watery. Robots that can escape star network tracking are often unsalable.

How much he can sell depends on his level.

Leon had several wealthy people from remote planets who asked him to purchase robots on their behalf at a high price, and one of them asked for 100,000 credit points.

Leon smiled and agreed with Themis on the amount of supplies for the next transaction, then waved his hand to close the hatch.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”