When Shen Feng saw a faint glow suddenly shine from the corpse's eyes, he froze for a moment. Then he raised an eyebrow and slapped the outer wall of the incubation tank, muttering with a grim chuckle:
"That scared the hell out of me."
After experiencing several virus apocalypses, Shen Feng, as an expert in viruses and biology, now understood that the active substances within this incubation tank were extremely potent. That was why the corpse had remained preserved for so long without decaying.
There should also have been some kind of microorganism inside, perhaps bacteriophages, and certain microorganisms possessed fluorescent properties.
In the darkness, that fluorescence was especially obvious.
Shen Feng pulled out his flashlight again, switched it on, and carefully examined the incubation tank before him.
If the fusion reactor was the power core—the heart—of a colossal war mech, then the biological chamber in this cockpit was its brain, its central nervous system.
These two technologies were the fundamental reason humanity had been able to create such epoch-defining weapons of war.
Once a colossal war mech thousands of meters tall moved at full speed, the acceleration generated by every swing of its body, even every step, was utterly terrifying. An ordinary human body simply could not withstand it, which was why the pilot had to be fully immersed in this culture fluid.
This thing was probably similar to the so-called "deep-space fluid" used in interstellar travel, meant to protect the pilot's body from being torn apart by acceleration.
Then there were the countless wires inserted into the pilot's body. If Shen Feng's guess was correct, these wires fully integrated the pilot's nervous system with the entire war mech, allowing the pilot to control it as easily as their own limbs.
The pilot's corpse before him was an extremely