The feeding ports of the two farm robots opened and closed like gaping maws. Just as they were about to enter the building, the alloy doors slammed shut, sealing them outside.
With a bang, the farm robots crashed into the alloy doors. Red and green lights flashed incessantly, as though the impact had knocked them stupid.
"Mijia Farm Robot, the rancher's best helper."
The slogan came through their damaged speakers. Their tracks began turning again, the serenade resumed, and the two farm robots turned toward the jungle to search for new targets.
The two heavy machine guns atop the building also rotated along their rusted rails, returning to their original positions.
Inside, Shen Feng and Firefly stood there, panting as they surveyed the furnishings.
A living room, dining table, bedroom, and bathroom.
This appeared to be a shelter converted from an ordinary farm building.
The building's control system was of excellent quality. Even now, the solar power system could still maintain forty percent output.
Several lights in the rooms had also survived, keeping the interior reasonably bright.
Thick lead sheets covered the windows and walls, preventing radioactive contamination from entering.
Yet the floor and surrounding furniture were blanketed in thick dust. Clearly, no one had lived here for a long time.
Grass had even begun growing through the floor.
Shen Feng looked around, glanced at Firefly, then took a loose-fitting T-shirt from his backpack and handed it to her.
"Put some clothes on first."
Firefly immediately obediently pulled on the T-shirt and asked Shen Feng with a curious expression, "Shen Feng, what is this place? Is this Peach Haven? Why aren't there any people from Peach Haven?"
Shen Feng's semi-silicon-based brain was still connected to the building's damaged control system. After checking carefully for a while, he found that the