89 Sol Hundred and Four, The Last Solution

"Good morning, Mr. Cat, Tang… What's wrong?"

Mai Dong was shocked.

She saw Tang Yue sitting on the ground like a wrapped bun. He was wearing a hat and face mask, and he had nearly every inch of his body covered.

"Something went wrong with the temperature control. The control chip was damaged, and now, the Hab's temperature has dropped below freezing point." Tomcat sat on a chair, looking as spirited as usual. As a robot, Tomcat relied on batteries to provide it with power for movement. It was a body of steel, so its ability to withstand low temperatures was far greater than any human. At even lower temperatures, it would symbolically tremble a little, as a sign of respect for nature.

Therefore, whether the temperature control functioned, or not, didn't affect it. At worst, it would simply switch off and enter hibernation.

"What about the backup part?" Mai Dong asked.