Harvesting the planet (1)

"What's going on?"

Someone from the Bastion's upper echelon asked.

They didn't communicate through words, but through thoughts.

Just like a mobile phone, the content and images of what was to be said were directly transmitted through information currents.

They could ignore the limitations of distance and communicate at will, regardless of whether they were standing in front of him or far away.

Of course, there were some restrictions to this kind of communication, just like mobile phone numbers.

"The defense system has detected a suspicious and dangerous target. Patrol ship 571 has accepted its fate and is heading to harvest planet for reconnaissance.

Not long ago, the patrol ship had unexpectedly cut off communications. There had been no response since.

According to the data analysis, the patrol ship has been destroyed. Locking on the last location of the signal source."