Faced with their unknown predicament and the bizarre circumstances, the original crew of the USS Florida gradually began to grow restless.
"Everyone, don't panic. At least we've confirmed that this isn't some supernatural incident, but a deliberate plot by the Ghost Captain!
"If someone engineered it, there must be a way to defeat it! What we need now is unity! As long as we uphold the collective spirit of leaving no one behind and never giving up, we can turn the tables even from this desperate position!" Smith hurriedly raised his voice to reassure them.
"That's right! We'll fight the Ghost Captain to the bitter end! Commander, we're with you. So what should we do now?" David asked.
"First, we need to figure out how we got here. That room is our only clue. Let's go inside and search it!" Smith said, looking around.
They were in a typical basin, with high ground around the edges and a low center. Desert surrounded them, and the only thing that stood out was the metal room in the middle of the basin that had delivered them onto the conveyor belt!
So, led by Smith, they cautiously approached the metal room.
Although controlling their bodies felt rather strange and their first steps were unsteady, the robots' excellent internal control systems soon adjusted their parameters, making everyone's movements increasingly fluid.
But when they came within roughly three meters of the metal room, their bodies suddenly froze. No matter what they tried, they couldn't make their robotic bodies take another step forward!
"Damn it, this must be that blasted AI Core's doing! Our bodies really are under their control!" Smith said angrily.
"Commander, it looks like there are secrets in there they don't want us to know. We can't overpower them. We're their prisoners, after