Holding his flashlight, Ren Feng cautiously stepped out through the front door.
The flashlight was a very old model.
If he remembered correctly, it had been made around 2210.
Sixty years ago, despite all Ren Feng's attempts to talk him out of it, his grandfather had resolutely bought this Nuclear-Powered Flashlight, which was supposedly good for a hundred years.
The reason was simple.
The old man did not trust One.
At the time, Ren Feng had thought it was ridiculous.
Every city had two independent fusion power stacks.
Even if, by some incredible stroke of bad luck, both stacks failed simultaneously, the artificial intelligence could quickly divert power from a neighboring city.
And so.
Ever since he was born, he had never experienced a power outage.
But now...
Looking out at the pitch-black surroundings, Ren Feng drew a deep breath.
His grandfather had been right.
Instinctively, he reached for the emergency button beside the door.
It was the button used to call One for help.
He remembered that this circuit had its own independent power supply.
Click.
The sound of the physical button rang in his ears.
But the familiar holographic image did not appear.
Ren Feng's heart sank.
He had not expected even this circuit to have lost power.
Ren Feng stood bewildered in the doorway, staring blankly at the faint glow of the emergency lights in the distance.
What should I do?
Time ticked slowly by.
Ren Feng's sluggish brain gradually began to work again.
The City Central Control Center!
A name leaped into his mind.
I don't know what happened, but I can't go wrong by checking the control center!
With that thought, he laboriously moved his somewhat stiff legs and headed toward the deserted street.
Whoosh!
The sound of a window opening came from beside