"What's going on?" The Data Terminal stopped fussing with its own eyes and asked through the mental link.
"The beacon's been cut off." Hao Ren's expression turned extremely serious. "The drone swarm hasn't received any navigation signals."
"No navigation signals? Did it receive signals without navigation data, or was communication never established at all?"
Hao Ren immediately contacted the drone swarm. The reply was that the swarm had intermittently received some messages from the beacon a few minutes ago, but none of those messages contained usable navigation data. A few minutes ago, even those intermittent transmissions had been completely cut off.
He slightly furrowed his brows. "Our beacon transmitter has shut down. I can still contact it from here. It's on standby atop Black Street's tallest building, but the system says there's a channel failure between the beacon and outer space. Communication between the drone swarm and the beacon lasted only four and a half minutes, and hardly any useful data was transmitted."
The Data Terminal thought for a moment, then shouted, "Help me up!"
Hao Ren carried "her" over to the Communication Device, allowing her to see the parameters displayed on it. After studying them for a while, the Data Terminal said dejectedly, "I just remembered that my slots are gone now. Looks like I can't connect to this thing after all..."
Hao Ren exploded. "Can't you be even slightly more reliable?!"
"Anyway, it looks like using the beacon for navigation is impossible," the Data Terminal said, ignoring Hao Ren's anger. "That still leaves us unable to determine the location of the planet 'Zom.' What are you planning to do next?"
"Launch a probe," Hao Ren replied without hesitation. "If 'Zom' is surrounded by a layer of distorted space, then that area should be limited. We'll launch a probe