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While Bai Ye and the others played by the waterfall, Mr. Dylan and Lancet-2 were also enjoying their vacation in Tomimi's tribe.
"Lancet-2, I have a serious question."
The aircraft pilot, Dylan, had long since taken off his Rhodes Island uniform. He wore only a tank top and a pair of brightly patterned beach shorts—after all, the weather here was simply too hot.
"Yes?" Lancet-2 rolled over to his side.
"Won't you run out of power?" Dylan asked curiously. "I looked around, and there's no generator in this tribe. It'd be troublesome if you ran out of electricity."
"Ah, please do not worry about that. Before departure, Sister Closure replaced my battery with a new high-endurance model. Theoretically, I can go for a week without replenishing any energy. There are also spare batteries aboard the aircraft, so please do not worry about me."
Lancet-2's answer was flawless and reassuring.
"Ah, I'm so bored." Dylan sat down against the aircraft. "The aircraft repairs are finished, and the patients Gavial sent over have stabilized. There's nothing else to do for now. I can't even communicate with the people here. I should've gone with Doctor to see that festival or whatever."
Lancet-2 stayed beside him.
"The aircraft is an important Rhodes Island asset. It must be properly protected."
"I was just saying. I'm the pilot, of course I know that. You've got it easy, Lancet-2. When you're bored, you can switch to sleep mode. I slept for twelve hours yesterday, and now I'm not sleepy at all." Dylan nodded.
"I recall that the aircraft has video files stored in its database," Lancet-2 reminded him.
"Ah... I know... It's just... the stuff Closure recorded was all terrible, and I've already watched all of it. Wait, now that I think about