Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: An illegal memory.
After a moment, Sunshine leaned forward. “System I have a question. In order to make thousands of Reddix pills….We need a lot of the Levias marrow extract. It would not make sense for me to return to the Levias sea frequently in the hunt for spikers. My trips to other worlds are not exactly available at the snap of a finger.

Is there a way I can maybe bring some Spiker fish back to earth and raise them such that I can have an unlimited supply of the marrow extract?”

She had read from a book in the library that the survival rate of Spikers outside the Levias sea was not great.

For a few seconds, the system was silent_ calculating. Then it responded.

[These are the solutions that could suit your problem.

Option 1; Cryo-stasis transfer. Freeze the Spikers in temporal stasis within a zero-degradation capsule. The con is that the spiker will be frozen, once the marrow is finished it won’t be able to make more because it will be dead.]

“It is good but not great.” Sunshine said.

[Option 2; Marrow clone. Extract the marrow, buy necessary equipment and find good scientists to duplicate it. The only problem that could arise is that the duplicated marrow will not be as effective as the original.]

“Hmmm.” Sunshine said, tapping her chin, her mind whirling through the implications. Did it mean cloning? Her mind jumped to the science fiction movies she had watched involving cloned humans. Those movies never had happy endings.

But on the matter at hand, it was not the best solution either. If the Reddix pills with cloned marrow were not effective, they would not serve the purpose she desired.

[Final option; Bio Hearth capsule. It’s an armored life support shell. The capsule was created to sustain marine life on foreign worlds. It has neural dampeners that would keep the Spikers in a docile state. Think of it like one of your aquariums. For easy extraction, marrow ports are implanted into the Spiker marrow cavities.]

For some reason, the first thought that jumped out at her was judgement from Sister Anna over the imprisonment of a species whose freedom would be stripped away.

But, considering all the radiation and illnesses on earth during the apocalypse, she did not think that she had much of an option.

She would take just enough and release them when the time came.

“Good, buy the shells that make the relaxation lullabies, they will calm the Spiker. Use the money I got from wine sales. If it is not too much trouble, help me acquire food as well. I don’t know what they eat.”

[Yes host.]

“You are going to charge me a fee for doing all this work aren’t you?” She smiled stiffly.

[It is outside the tasks of a repairman, so yes.]

She sighed. Her gold would be dwindling again and at a very fast pace.

She went back to work, perusing through work requests. There were no urgent or high paying jobs on the queue, so Sunshine took what was available. The workshop lights glowed a steady amber as she hunched over her bench, soldering, sealing and sighing her way through a pile of foreign metals.

Her first repair was an odd one, a doorbell made of metallic bug legs, each leg was raised to kick a sensor when someone pressed the button. But it had malfunctioned. It was driving the owner mad by buzzing at 3:00am every day without fail.

Sunshine traced the problem to an overactive sensory nerve embedded in the wiring. She smirked as she adjusted the current. “Now you will only sing when someone visits.” she murmured, clipping the connection. The doorbell gave one last weak kick before going still.

Next was a cracked larva pipe that powered a sauna in a relaxation quarter. The gelatinous larvae inside had been splashing out unpredictably, putting clients in danger. She sealed the pipe with a biometric resin and shook her head. “Who even builds spas with lava worms?”

Her third repair was a blade that arrived wrapped in a cloth that was smeared red and smelled of rusted blood. It threw her off for a moment. “Is the owner trying to send a message?” She asked herself.

The curiosity was covered by her curiosity when it came to all thing’s alien weapons. The blade was the height and length of a normal kitchen knife. But it was made from a metal that was stronger than steel. It shimmered with a hue she could not name, neither silver nor gold, black or blue.

It simply was bizarre. It was chipped at the edge, like something small with jagged teeth had taken a bite out of it.

Sunshine ran a gloved hand along the fracture. The blade pulsed. She went through the last memories of the blade. They were brief and blurry, loud sounds like those of a war and a set of ugly grey teeth.

She had questions, but no one to ask. So, she activated the plasma fire, grabbed her hammer and slammed it down. The blade hummed, as if putting up a resistance. Sunshine hammered again and again, a dozen times at least before sending it into stillness.

Then she began the repair.

Using a mixture of phasium alloy and other alloys, she fused the old metals with new ones, creating a knife that was almost brand new. As it fused, she heard screaming around, coming from the blade. Her vision flickered and for a moment, she saw a shadow. A man standing alone, the blade in hand, dripping with blood.

She let it go immediately, dropping it on the table. The blade vanished and the system notified her that the repair was successful.

But, she was uneasy. “System, what did I see?”

[There was an error. At your level, you should only see brief last moments, not the journey of the gadgets you repair. We will fix that As soon as possible.]

Sunshine gritted her teeth. She was not sure if she wanted to see what the blade had seen.

Her final task was a smart vending machine that refused to spit anything except purple carrot chips. After an hour of diagnostics, the solution was laughably simple_ a soft reboot. She leaned against the machine, arms crossed, watching as it spat out normal snacks again.

Hours slipped by like wind in a desert. The dark clouds outside began to give way for the lighter ones. Sunshine finally stopped working because Tank poked on her the shoulder. “It’s 08:00 am Foreman Sunshine.”

Sunshine rubbed her eyes, stretching. “Make a simple breakfast for the kids today.” She instructed.

The alerts in her head were constant as the system continued to send her rewards of different completed tasks.

“System before I forget, I need something that can measure strength of superhumans_ anything that could track their progress, improvement levels, all that.”

The screen shimmered as the system processed the request.

“Something that measures strength, speed, durability, stamina, energy emission, electrokinetic control, cognitive speed, sensory enhancement, regeneration rates and anything else mutant you can think of.”

[That is more than one machine host.]

“I know.”

[It will cost.]

“I had a feeling.”

[Of course, you can also acquire old machines or broken ones and repair them. It will be cheaper, more of your style.]

Sunshine looked at her statistics as she slowly walked to the door.

Repairman: [Sunshine Raine]

Points: [750,000]

Gender: [Female]

Planet: [Private]

Level: 4 [210/300]

Class: [Skilled]

Repair success rate: [70%]

Expertise: [Ice stitching, light moon, robot legs, weapons, all appliances.]

Favorite tool: [Hammer]

Weakness: [Cost conscious]

Speed: [Fast]

Intelligence: [70/100]

Worlds visited: [4]

“Let’s go with the cheaper option, use no more than one hundred thousand points. Do not touch my merit coins or gold.”

[As you wish host.]

Sunshine could swear that she had the system sighing or maybe just giving her the middle finger.