"The only prosthetic body I can offer you right now for emergency backup is this one. Oh, and if you're interested, we can switch it for a Model 35 artificial human..."
Li Pan sipped the clear water-flavored fish soup and turned his head to look at 038, shaking his head repeatedly.
"Damn, I still have to apply to the company for my own body... Forget it, forget it, I don't like using female avatars."
038 couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
With a full stomach, Li Pan's spirits lifted, and so did his anger. In a moment, he was revving up,
"So the fight on the lunar surface isn't over yet, huh? Those bastards! They said we'd team up to take down the Collectors!
The Celestial Petrochemical sons of bitches! To think their third attack hit me! I bet they're in cahoots with the Collectors!
Priest! Get me a ship pronto! I'm going to the moon to mess them up!"