The Place of Hibernation, Feedback from All Attributes

The biting wind wrapped in bits of snow and swept across the landing pad of the Arctic Space Monitoring Station.

A silver-gray aircraft was docked at the berth marked "A-3." The reverse-thrust engines instantly steamed a ring of white mist from the ice, which then froze into fine crystals in the subzero temperatures.

The cabin door slowly slid open to both sides. The boarding ladder unfolded and locked onto the frozen-hard alloy ground.

Duan Xing stepped out.

His cold-weather suit was airtight from collar to ankles. His hood was pulled low, revealing only his chin.

The pack on his back was half his height and contained many of his personal belongings.

Besides the necessary changes of clothes, there were also items such as a smartphone.

The ice beneath his feet creaked as he stepped on it. Following the directions broadcast inside the aircraft, he headed toward the station's main base building three hundred meters away. The wind here was like a blade, scraping against his cold-weather suit with a rustling sound that reminded him of the baleful winds on the Counter-Tide Battlefield. Along the way, several disk-shaped cargo robots emerged from ahead.

They flew over from the direction of the base, carried boxes of sealed living supplies out of the landed aircraft's cargo hold, and moved their flexible mechanical arms across the supplies before transporting them to the delivery port on the side of the base.

This would be his daily life for the next ten years.

Duan Xing withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.

The station's main entrance was a ten-meter-high alloy blast door. A light-sensing pillar stood in front of it.

Following the requirements in his onboarding guide, he stood before the pillar and removed his cold-weather mask.

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