Since he couldn’t stand up anyway, he simply gave up on himself, bracing himself under the gaze of those two door guardians and stubbornly pointed at the massive object to the side.

That disc, which had been carelessly grabbed by Eric Bennett, was mistaken by Logan for a piece of planetary debris and, without any reason, dragged into the protective zone, just like dragging in a dying dog.

When the space prison was originally constructed, the technology used was based on heavy mech technology, so the space prison itself possessed a certain level of intelligence. If a complete space prison were to be tested for intelligence, it would be roughly equivalent to an adolescent on the verge of maturity.

A space prison with its leg removed would be about as intelligent as a sick teenager.

And this disc dragged in by Logan was the leg that had been removed from the space prison—equivalent to a mentally challenged teenager.

Under the influence of Logan’s energy field, the mentally challenged teenager was battered and bruised against the edge of the land. In a fit of anger, it stuck out a toe—

An emergency port shaped like a clamp.

Normally, this emergency port was used to dock with spacecraft or mechs temporarily visiting the space prison, but the now mentally challenged disc could no longer make intelligent judgments and mistook the planetary fragment for another spacecraft.

There were a few soft clicks, and the emergency port opened its mouth, baring a set of dog-like teeth, and bit down on the edge of the land, forcibly merging itself with the planetary fragment.

And so, a bizarre hybrid was born.

Scott Harris kept a straight face, staring at the disc for quite a while before finally lifting his foot and walking toward it.

“Heavy-headed and light-footed Officer Harris, what are you planning to do with the kite I gave you?” Eric Bennett said lazily to his back, then followed after him.

You have the nerve to say that?!

Scott Harris glanced at him, expressionless, and said, “How could my proportions possibly be heavy-headed and light-footed? Since your eyes are already this blind, I sincerely suggest you stay out of the way. I’m going in to see if I can scavenge anything useful.”

Eric Bennett didn’t take his sarcasm to heart at all, leisurely following along. “Long-legged Officer Harris, if you manage to find a lot of useful stuff, can you give me some credit for it?”

Scott Harris: “……” Why aren’t you leaving yet?

Chapter 8 Space Prison

When the two door guardians were standing nearby, Mason felt like he couldn’t move his hands or feet freely, even his dizziness and nausea had to be suppressed carefully, afraid of offending them—especially Eric Bennett-Young.

But seeing them leave him behind and walk over to the disc’s door, he suddenly felt a bit lost.

Mason tried to hold back, but couldn’t, and stumbled after them, dragging Little Mason along.

Scott Harris heard the panicked footsteps, raised an eyebrow and looked back: “Is a ghost chasing you?” It was only six or seven meters away—was it really that urgent?

Of course, there were no real ghosts, but Logan was the only light source on the whole fragment, and it happened to emit a dim blue glow. No matter how good-looking someone was, under its light, they’d look ghostly and eerie.

Even staring at Little Mason’s face for more than five seconds made him a little scared.

But this kind of thing was fine to say to others, but to say it to someone like Scott Harris was just handing him ammunition for his sarcasm. So Mason stubbornly lifted his chin and said, “It’s nothing, I just wanted to say that this part of the space prison also counts as a kind of intelligent spacecraft in the broad sense, which is within my area of expertise. The way the doors on this kind of craft open is quite particular, especially—”

Before he could finish, Scott Harris once again skillfully pressed a button by the door.

Two metal covers slid open automatically, revealing the scanner hidden inside.

This time, though, it was a bit more complicated—not just an iris scan. A red light swept Scott Harris from head to toe, and the screen quickly constructed a skeletal diagram and DNA sequence. After a string of numbers flashed by, two lines of text appeared on the screen:

Authentication passed

Permission granted

Mason: “…Forget I said anything.”

“Thank you for your kind intentions, but this also happens to be within my clearance.” Scott Harris shrugged.

Mason was disheartened, thinking that since he was of no real use for now, he could only obediently be a burden. “What’s inside here? Is there food? Who knows, I’m so hungry I could eat a person.”

Eric Bennett-Young suddenly turned his head and gave him a smile as well: “What a coincidence, so am I.”

“…” Mason nearly peed himself in fright.

This big shot was even scarier when he smiled than when he kept a straight face!

Even though the disc’s intelligent system was a bit mentally challenged, it was still part of the space prison. The number of doors here alone was far more than any other, and the process of opening them was much more complicated.

The hum of metal machinery was constant, and as they spoke, two layers had already opened.

Eric Bennett was very confident in the thing he’d brought back. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the metal door opening the third layer and said, “High-clearance Officer Harris, you’re about to see a table full of fresh food, fine wine, and even cigars. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

He had good reason to say so.