Fu Yi squatted under the broken mecha, holding a flashlight in his mouth and twisting the wrench making a clicking sound.
"Fuck, how long can this crap thing last?" He wiped the engine oil on his face and cursed at the display screen next to him.
The lights in the maintenance station were so dim that it looked like there was no electricity. The fluorescent tube above the head had been flashing for three months and no one had replaced it. It wasn't that it couldn't be replaced, but it was because no one cared about it at all. The Seventh Maintenance Station of the Earth Defense Force has a very impressive name, but it is actually a scrap metal recycling station. All the mechas that can be driven have been deployed to the front line. The few remaining ones, hey, they are called mechas, but they are actually just a bunch of walking iron coffins.
