Sol Two Hundred and Seventy-Two, Nothing But Bubbles

When Mai Dong woke up, it was forty minutes to the next sunrise.

In Kunlun Station, Tang Yue and Tomcat had been discussing in detail every step of the procedure to ensure that they didn't miss out on anything.

"Miss Mai Dong, the detailed repair plans and steps have been sent to you." Tomcat moved the camera over. On Mai Dong's communications system, a huge cat face appeared. "Please open the message."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Mai Dong was eating, her mouth stuffed full of food.

When the girl opened the checklist, strings of text appeared. Tang Yue had written down everything, no matter how trivial it was. Every point to take note had been listed, including which foot to take first when releasing the catch needed for the extension of the arm.

"Okay…"

"How is it?" Tomcat asked. "Miss Mai Dong, what do you think of the difficulty involved?"