At this moment, Vasily's journey was still going on. He inadvertently saw a figure on the steps, then subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the figure's helmet.
Thanks to the excellent design of this museum when it was first built, he could look up at his hometown from here. The time was perfect. Right above the sapphire bead hung something that brought light and warmth to this place. The cutoff filter on his helmet worked well, so the object didn't seem too dazzling to him. It had a slightly reddish hue, like the red crystal lamps in the Martian mining area.
It's really interesting and worth everyone's stop.
Vasily stared for a moment, then returned his attention to the present. The figure on the steps was still "looking" at the place, which piqued his curiosity about the humanoid. He had seen the sculpture of "The Thinker" in books before, and the only difference between this figure and the sculpture was the superficial posture; the deeper meaning should be exactly the same. What is the Thinker thinking? This is a question worth pondering. What does the Thinker want people to think about? This is also a question worth pondering. Vasily felt that he desperately needed a suitable person to communicate with. Back home, he could talk to Larissa, but now... Perhaps he should talk directly to that "person"...? This might lead to some breakthroughs and answer some of his doubts. However, he ultimately did not rush to disturb them. Instead, he took a seat on the other side and observed patiently.
The motionless exoskeleton was a grayish-brown hue, somewhat resembling the well-washed leather of mutant creatures from Earth. Part of the gray came from the exterior armor, which had been worn for a long time, while others were from the fragile modules that needed frequent replacement. This exoskeleton was clearly in heavy use, not likely the kind used by a clerk for occasional travel. It must have been an older model. Vasily could not see the electromagnetic attachment mechanism at its waist, replaced instead by a simple, primitive safety cord lock—constantly exposed components like these were susceptible to material degradation from cosmic rays. Its form was hunched and hunched, somewhat resembling that of an old, isolated saber-toothed beast, but this also meant it must have a hidden edge. After all, it was rare for a beast to survive to a natural death.
Wait, a beast?
No, that's more like a soldier.
Vasily reached for the lead carrying harness at his waist, containing the graduation letter from the Space Military Academy he'd received three days earlier. Recalling the details of his three years of study, he realized the sculpture before him bore a striking resemblance to figures he'd seen on the alumni photo wall. If true, the sculpture likely represented a veteran with over 15 years' service. He searched his mind, recalling the image he'd casually seen. The photo wall must have had the date and name marked. With his excellent memory, he shouldn't have forgotten it, but now, nothing came to mind.
Time passes by minute by minute...
The two motionless people finally caused trouble for the museum. They were like arterial embolism in patients with three highs, making the already narrow steps even more crowded. This change could easily arouse the vigilance of the museum staff.
Immersed in his thoughts, Vasily did not notice the approaching "crisis", but at a certain moment, he was surprised to see the sculpture come alive - the "thing" stood up, shook its stiff and sore legs, and then jumped onto the platform connected to the steps like a clever jerboa.
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