The entire underground space lit up as bright as day, making the three of them, their eyes adjusted to the darkness, squint involuntarily.
"More than a hundred years have passed, and this place still has power?" Yano was baffled as well. "Has someone been maintaining it all along, or did those Anglo-Saxon Hunters repair the power equipment?"
But Yano quickly dismissed his own speculation. "No, it couldn't have been those Anglo-Saxon Hunters. Lighting up such a large district would take more than ten hours just to inspect and repair the circuits. They simply didn't have time to do that! Then there's only..."
Yano's eyes widened slightly. "Could there still be survivors on the island... descendants of survivors? But if there were survivors, why had they never contacted the Federation? That makes no sense!"
"The ones maintaining the circuits and lighting equipment don't necessarily have to be survivors. Aberrations could do it too." Sun Hang shook his head. "Or perhaps the lighting equipment itself has become aberrant. Then it wouldn't need maintenance at all."
"But... but the equipment hasn't detected any memetic fluctuations from aberrations!"
"Quit fiddling with that piece of junk!" the Fisherman complained. "What was that old Xiazhou saying? Trust machines completely, and you might as well not have machines?"
"It's 'trust books completely, and you might as well have no books.'" Sun Hang corrected him. "But what you said does apply here. Equipment isn't one hundred percent reliable. In a situation like this, I trust my own judgment more."
As they spoke, every light in the training ground came on. Only then did the three of them see the massive steel beams and rails fixed to the rocky dome overhead. A machine resembling a camera moved along the rails until it was directly above them. Its grenade-launcher-like lens