Someone said: Life is like a marathon journey. You can see the distant end, but it is difficult to find a rest stop along the way.
So you need rest, you really need rest.
"drop--"
After swiping his ID card, He Chen entered the third cycle of his boring vacation. Having grown accustomed to the excitement of space, he showed little interest in anything terrestrial. So much so that even after receiving his accumulated vacation time over the past decade, he made no travel plans. Instead, like a zombie, he followed the guidance of the artificial intelligence and arrived at the Zhihai Station Museum.
Earlier, after a full-on hangover, He Chen opened his eyes, exhausted and dull, and remained in this state. Perhaps he was resisting the fact that he was furloughed, but more likely, it was due to poor sleep quality. The AI-powered travel planner was actually quite comprehensive. Each of them could be considered a highly specialized and responsible master in their field, and the one providing him with the service had been training in the travel industry for years. Therefore, any unexpected situation was simply due to the customer's personal factors.
The Zhihai Station Museum is a typical lunar museum. The low gravity and vacuum environment of the moon is ideal for preserving certain collections, and for this reason, the cost of preserving these collections is very low—at most, a cover is added to protect them from direct sunlight and maintain a low temperature.
Visitors to the collection are required to bring their own personal protective equipment, but rentals are available nearby, making it quite convenient. Unfortunately, the rental price might be a bit pricey. Considering the production cost of specialized exoskeletons, it's a bit pricey for the average person to have several sets of these around the house that they don't use regularly. But considering that, the price is somewhat acceptable.
In reality, most lunar museums are non-profit, public welfare institutions. Ticket sales and other revenues are largely used for the daily upkeep of the museums and their collections. Many of the people working there earn very little, some even being volunteers. Without passion or a passion, it would be difficult for them to engage in these tedious and demanding tasks.
After exiting the green channel for active-duty military personnel, He Chen trudged into the museum lobby and plopped down on the moon-rock steps. His exoskeleton quickly connected to the nearby buried pillars. These self-sensing telescopic tubes provided visitors with free oxygen or energy, should they so require. Of course, this wasn't a social benefit bestowed upon citizens, but rather the result of strict industry regulations—many seemingly unreasonable rules often bear the fruits of hard work.
His instinct was to take a break, but he quickly realized that was a mistake.
At other times of the year, the museum doesn't have too many visitors, and this act of occupying a small space on the route would not affect others, but today, it was such a coincidence, as it happened to be "that"'s anniversary - a good day specially chosen for him by artificial intelligence.
The number of visitors coming and going gradually increased. Even though most of them had no intention of disturbing this shabby-looking guy, once the base number expanded to a certain extent, any small possibility would become inevitable.
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