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Lu Ban wasn't sure what the incubation chamber was used for, but a strong premonition told him that he would definitely find something there.
He glanced at Shuangxin, the researcher who was normally composed and calm; now her eyes were scattered, and she didn't know what to do.
"You go find the Singer and tell them what's happening, I'll take a look in the incubation chamber,"
Lu Ban said.
"...It's useless now, let's just leave it be,"
Shuangxin ignored Lu Ban.
"Whatever we do now is futile. Humans can't defeat the bug swarm; we can only wait here for them to devour us and become part of their swarm. Maybe it's precisely because of us defectives dragging our feet that humanity has not yet completely left this place. Whatever talk of home, of cradle, it's all a scam."
Her mentality had changed, and despite her reluctance to admit it, Shuangxin's heart was in conflict.