Moreover, there had been no problems of this sort in the previous group instances, causing everyone to overlook the fickleness of the human heart.
The result was that one of the rescued natives suddenly began to wonder: Why had all my family and friends died, while these people got to be saved?!
And as it happened, this person had been an engineer before the apocalypse. He directly sabotaged several critical points in the base, causing the information-blocking field to fail for ten minutes.
In the end, apart from the Civilization Expeditionary Army, not a single native in the base survived.
The subsequent impact was that some of those soldiers simply chose to leave, while others swung from one extreme to another.
Yet more soldiers learned a profound lesson from it: whether one was saving others or waging war, one had to be a little colder toward intelligent life. One had to put oneself in the proper position, and put the other party in the proper position as well. That was better for everyone.
As for authority, it was best not to hand it out carelessly.
Under normal circumstances, survivors were not qualified to approach those core areas.
But someone had felt that the base was too oppressive and enclosed, and that giving the survivors more room to move around would benefit their physical and mental health...
Of course, after learning that lesson, nothing similar ever happened again.
Everyone deeply understood that an expedition was not a game that could be restarted.
Perhaps that was why, although the Cosmic Federation had opened group instances while screening personnel, it had not subsequently allowed those twelve thousand people to continue simulated training within them.
Because variables were impossible to grasp.
If everything were truly carried out according to a guide, then such an