I have a space station

The Mayan artisans had a unique way of studying the Sea Skimmer.

They didn't use any monitoring equipment. Instead, they sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes, and moved their hands rapidly.

It looked like they were manipulating something in the void, like a group of wizards performing a ritual.

“Whoop whoop whoop~”

“Warning! Warning! Self-destruct program initiated. All personnel evacuate immediately.”

“……”

Suddenly, the warship emitted a loud alarm.

The artisans, of course, knew what was happening and immediately woke up from their meditation and ran out quickly.

“Bang bang bang~”

Cracking sounds came from inside the warship, but the hull did not explode.

The self-destruction process only caused the control equipment to fail; there wouldn't be a large explosion.

“How was it? Did you gain anything?”

Several artisans stood together, discussing.

“I only saw a little, and it wasn't clear,” one artisan sighed, shaking his head.

“Several of us saw a little. Let's piece it together,” another artisan said.

So they sat cross-legged again in an open space outside, closing their eyes.

One person in the middle formed a hand seal, and immediately a pale blue, constantly rotating array appeared on the ground, covering all the others.

Immediately afterward, blue light shone from everyone's eyelids, making them look a bit like they were under mind control.

However, they weren't using mind control now, but another kind of magic: telepathy.

Telepathy isn't about letting them see fantastical things, but about bypassing language and directly understanding another person's inner thoughts.

We all know that communicating through language is flawed and inefficient. After a few hours of face-to-face conversation, it's unlikely that two people will fully grasp all of each other's thoughts.

Telepathy perfectly solves this problem.

The person in the middle acts as the central brain, and the brainwaves they release form a resonance field with the others around them, guiding them to think about the same problem together.

This allows the information held by several people to be quickly merged and summarized, forming more systematic knowledge.

Take the example of blind men touching an elephant. Each person only grasps a specific characteristic of the elephant, but they can't describe what they've touched through language.

For ordinary people, it's very difficult to combine these fragmented pieces of information to piece together the appearance of the elephant.

But telepathy can smoothly put these puzzles together, forming a complete picture.

This should be one reason why the Mayan civilization was able to rise so quickly in a short period of time.

Half an hour later, the rotating array disappeared, and the artisans gradually opened their eyes.

Everyone looked at the person in the middle.

“How was it?”

“It's still not specific enough. I'm afraid it will be difficult to make,” the person in the middle replied.

“We can only try!” The person in the middle sighed.

……

August 16, 2056 AD.

Morning.

Russian Federation, Kolastov Oblast, Terney, National Laboratory for Extraterrestrial Life Research.

“Boom boom boom~”

“Buzz buzz buzz~”

More than a dozen unusually large aircraft arrived here and slowly landed.

“Clang clang clang clang~”

The aircraft decks lowered, and several three-meter-tall mechs walked out.

The intense tremors in the ground showed that these iron guys were not light.

They carried heavy firepower on their backs and held oversized custom submachine guns in their hands.

The left arm was uniformly printed with three white letters: ARM.

ARM is the abbreviation for the Austro-Russian Military.

“Squad leader, this is the place!”

“Go and take a look!” The squad leader made a forward gesture.

“Clang clang~”

Two mech warriors walked towards the door.

Their height was really too tall. Although the two-story building was much taller than them, it still looked very small.

They definitely couldn't fit through the short and small glass door in front of the building.

“Captain, the door is too small; we can't get in,” the warrior reported.

They communicated through electronic equipment, and the sound rang directly inside the mechs, so the distance didn't affect communication.

“Bring a few monkeys over!” the squad leader ordered.

“Yes!”

Soon, more than a dozen people, men and women, were escorted out of the aircraft.

They were disheveled and ragged, and it looked like they had been imprisoned for quite some time.

That's right, those wearing mechs weren't people. In their eyes, people and monkeys were the same species.

“Put it on!” The mech simulated human language, awkwardly spitting out a few words.

A mech warrior brought over a large basket filled with a pile of iron hoops.

The iron hoops were to be put around the neck.

These people were as weak as chickens in front of these behemoths, so how could they dare to resist.

They stepped forward one after another, picked up the iron hoops, and very consciously put them on themselves.

“Go in!” The squad leader issued another clumsy order.

Everyone walked barefooted and hunched over slowly into the building.

The inside scene was already synchronized in the mech's vision, so it seemed that the iron hoops around their necks had a monitoring function.