Lukasz came out of there an hour later.
— There is no way to turn it off. It seems that no one can enter here… Nobody… Someone like you, Cornelius… It's strange that it let me in...— He said thoughtfully.—Oh! K.I.L.L... what is this K.I.L.L?—
— We don't know yet… But we will find out… What to do with this ship now...—Dariusz sighed.—What we ganno do?—
— Darek, can you recode all the locks here and close the hole in the wall?—
Cornelius clearly had another brilliant thought…
Sometimes it scares me how smart he is.…
***
We, or rather, Cornelius, decided to keep this place for ourselves.
Maybe it will be possible to recode the ship or assemble the same one, if we can understand its structure.
— Next time you'll need to clean up there...—Cornelius said thoughtfully, speeding up on an empty road.
— Come on, garbage is never important...—I said.
We drove back much faster.
Lukasz was sitting in the back seat in a strangely joyful reverie.