Without using any abilities, repairing such a massive and complex neural network system was no easy task, even for Allen.
After all, neither the Archangel nor the Eighth Fleet possessed the specialized production lines and equipment of the Dawn Company. They could only make do with ordinary tools meant for maintaining MAs and MSs.
On top of that, those special materials required meticulous processing. Otherwise, they would never reach the theoretical limits envisioned in the design.
Over the next dozen or so hours, everyone witnessed a spectacle they could scarcely believe.
Allen, clutching cutting and welding tools, moved up and down the massive machine alone, repairing and replacing the tightly interwoven neural networks that resembled threads.
Tasks that clearly required high-precision mechanical arms and computer assistance were effortlessly completed by hand.
Even more terrifying was the fact that his state of intense concentration had continued uninterrupted from the beginning until now!
No breaks!
No food!
No water!
He had not even gone to the bathroom!
Such terrifying focus made the maintenance crewmen cry out that Coordinators were all monsters through and through.
Forget ordinary Naturals like them—even Kira, who happened to see this scene while preparing to leave, could not help drawing a sharp breath.
No one understood better than he did just how exhausting it was for both body and mind to enter such a state.
Even he would be utterly drained after only a few minutes to a dozen minutes at most.
Several times, Kira had wanted to stay behind and help. But when he thought of his friend Athrun and the gentle, considerate Lacus Clyne, he abandoned the idea. In the end, he boarded the shuttle provided by the Eighth Fleet and, together with the other civilians, descended through the atmosphere to return to the neutral nation