Facing Ronan's greeting, "Auntie Kui" responded in a standard, regulated manner: "Hello, Private Ronan.
"Based on the system's logical assessment, following an abnormal incident, we have entered an entirely new star territory. Information regarding the relevant process is missing, there is no positioning or navigation equipment, standard spacetime coordinates cannot be confirmed, and no other survivors have been found nearby. Under the Aerospace Special Status Regulations, the system has determined that we should immediately enter a phase of long-term maintenance and self-sustaining production."
"..."
Auntie Kui, your brainstorm skills were pretty impressive.
All of a sudden, Ronan felt as though he had returned to the days of the "Relay Station." Only, that distant, enclosed setting had become the open Real World where he had always lived.
Frankly, this did not make the Real World feel any more real to Ronan. Instead, it gave him the disorienting feeling that this world had been turned into a game.
He would probably need some time to readjust and adapt... or perhaps break it all apart completely.
Suddenly encountering echoes of a certain "glorious experience" naturally made him feel nostalgic, but it would be more reassuring to find some evidence first.
Driven by that thought, Ronan began searching through the backend information of the Inner Universe Simulator and the External Neuron.
Meanwhile, Auntie Kui continued transmitting the background information she "understood" through the command window and made reasonable arrangements based on it:
"As the sole surviving individual at present, the system will temporarily grant you partial authority to facilitate more accurate judgment. From this moment onward, all your actions will be recorded by the system. In accordance with the Military Special Status Management Regulations, your military merits will be assessed in a timely manner, and your Military Rank and authority may be raised accordingly..."