Interstellar Wasteland: Lost Terminal

"Boss, I found it!" "Humph, finally something decent." Zhang Xiu threw down the welding tools in his hands and threw an old hammer at A Fei. A Fei's mechanical arm quickly stretched out, caught the hammer, and then shook his head, still looking numb. "Can it be repaired?" Ah Fei asked in his rusty mechanical voice. "You can cultivate a ghost," Zhang Xiu rolled his eyes, feeling a little uneasy. The shabby communication terminal in front of me had a few weak streams of light flashing on the screen. It looked like scraps of copper and iron picked up from an alien garbage dump. "But it won't be thrown directly into the interstellar garbage dump." "Boss..." Ah Fei's eyes opened with a click and he became extremely excited, "This thing seems to be able to do something big." "Haha, do you really think this kind of thing can break the shackles of the wasteland galaxy?" Zhang Xiuxiu sneered, "Besides, we are still alive, tinkering, and it's not the space battleship that can be repaired." "You give it a try." A Fei continued to hand over the communication terminal, as if it was an endless treasure.