Chapter 516 - 517 Things are things that are not things.

Chapter 516: Chapter 517 Things are things that are not things.

Seeing that Connor was so resistant to entering, the collectors demonstrated and took the lead in entering it.

In the end, after a moment of hesitation, Connor could only grit his teeth and resist his inner resistance, plunged into the meat cavity, or was swallowed by the meat cavity.

Connor could feel a familiar squeeze, and then he was squeezed into a soft cavity. The empty wall was made of flesh, like the internal organs of some kind of organism. Connor could even see the small blood vessels on the meat wall.

"Is this a landing spaceship? Where is the console?

Connor, who was shocked and shocked, was secretly relieved when he saw several collectors who were also in the cavity, even when he asked them about the situation.

"Operate table? We Amoeba don't have that kind of thing.

While the collector answered this, some kind of fluid gel began to be injected into the cavity.

"What are these?"

Things that are unfamiliar are always frightening, especially things that don't sell well. Connor shouted in panic, and the collectors said not to be surprised.

"Don't be nervous. These are buffers. After filling, they will solidify into gel, which can serve as a buffer when landing."

"Bunbuffer?"

Connor was stunned and couldn't understand what the collectors meant. Why buffer? Doesn't the landing spacecraft rely on reverse propulsion to achieve landing?

The collectors did not bother to explain this, because there was no need to explain. Soon, Connor knew why their planet landing needed to be buffered.

The meat cavity is actually a spherical structure, with a hard shell and a soft inner wall. After being filled with buffer, it is directly spit on the dwarf planet by the cosmic organism.

Across tens of thousands of kilometers of empty environment, the sphere is wrapped in the acceleration provided by the kinetic energy originally spit out and the gravitational potential energy of the dwarf planet, hitting the surface of the planet like a meteorite, forming a crater with a radius of hundreds of meters.

The sphere was broken from the inside by the collectors with the help of buffers, and the collector and Connor of Los Angeles arrived intact on the surface of the dwarf planet.

"It's so barbaric, it's so barbaric! I can't believe that I thought you were a high-tech civilization!"

The collector explained to Connor the origin of the dwarf planet in the second orbit.

"Did you do it?"

"Why should we do this? If you really plan to do this, can you still communicate with me as lively as you are now?

After a long silence, Connor's voice trembled a little.

"...Can you give me a bottle of poison? The kind that doesn't taste bad."

"Do you want to commit suicide?"

"I'm already a completely homeless poor person. Can you pity me? meets my petty request."

The collectors did not refuse or agree to Connor, a Luo man's request, but asked him a question.

"Of course it's easy to die, but you don't wonder why the home planet of your civilization burst?"

"What's the use of knowing? My civilization no longer exists."

Connor's heart is like dead ashes. Imagine what kind of sadness it will be when you are left alone in the whole civilization. You will gradually lose yourself in endless loneliness and missing, and when you are about to die, no one will feel sorry for your loss, but nothing.

After you die as the last biological individual of your civilization, the civilization you belong to is truly dead in the universe.

"You can't do anything like this. The destruction of the planet is not necessarily the destruction of civilization. The basic component of civilization is a large number of intelligent species individuals, and these individuals can be transferred. Although we have no evidence to prove that the pseudo-Luoman civilization escaped from this star system. The possibility of unification."

"You, you mean..."

Connor's emotions were stired by the words of the collector and gradually rekindled.

"We just say it's possible. Since we can't give an accurate value, why don't we try to believe in a better result?"

"Helping us is also helping you."

After a while of silence, Connor finally chose to agree to the request of the collectors.

"Well, what can I do for you? But what can I do for you? I don't know much."