Chapter 8 Dog Paddling in the Sea of Learning
"Will they succeed?" Milan asked while watching the Newton Local Fleet disappear into the space jump channel on TV.
Milan's tears flowed non-stop as she sobbed and inquired.
The Fatty behind her didn't speak. He was wholeheartedly kneeling on the ground praying, murmuring something to himself.
Milan quietly walked over to him and listened intently for a long time. The more she listened, the weirder her expression became. Finally, she couldn't help but lift her foot and kick the Fatty. She cursed, "You cowardly fool, get up and look at the schematics!"
Reading the schematics was a task assigned to the Fatty by Professor Boswell. Due to the lack of repair work, the old man thought it was a waste for the Fatty to sit idle. Moreover, many new and complex weapons and mecha parts were beyond the Fatty's previous reach. To allow this hands-on and capable fellow to play a greater role, Boswell specifically granted him access to all technical files and schematics.
This kind of permission was harder to obtain than reaching for the stars under normal circumstances. But now, time waited for no one. No one knew when Gallipalan would fall into enemy hands. To complete the experiments quickly, it was necessary to cultivate such an assistant who could quickly understand intentions, familiarize himself with technical specifications, and have strong operational capabilities.
The Fatty, favored by the old man, fell into Milan's clutches.
The initial excitement of accessing classified schematics and technical files had become the Fatty's nightmare.
Milan said, "Strict teachers make good students."
Milan also said, "Fatty, I am responsible for you."
So, under the command of this woman who overstepped her bounds, reading schematics and files became a form of torture.