Chapter 20 Life in the Subspace
\I will never get used to the nausea of traveling through the subspace. \Old Jock expressed his feelings to Lin Fan while resisting the urge to vomit.
When ships enter the subspace from the real universe, many guys who have not received training and have not participated in long-term navigation will show strong discomfort. The chaotic and turbulent subspace is filled with all kinds of horrible nightmares and crazy and chaotic emotions and turbulence of the soul, which is enough to tear apart everything of any innocent person. The demons living in it are also spying on the soul of every living person, ready to come out and feast at any time.
Lin Fan walked through the marines, sailors and servitors coming and going, admiring everything in front of him.
Everything here makes Lin Fan feel novel. Although he cannot enter the cabin of the macro cannon and the light spear array, he can still find a lot of interesting things inside this ridiculously large space ship, but more of it is the uncontrollable feeling of suffocation.
Like almost every ship of the Empire, the Flame is also clearly divided into three deck areas. The top deck is where the Space Marines and ship officers command operations and live. If there is no special need or necessity, they will not even step out of their deck to take a look at the middle and lower decks.
The middle deck is where many Star Army troops and marines work and train. This is also where the entire ship has the largest amount of human activity and the most equipment compartments. Countless servitors, led by the Tech Priests, constantly patrol the middle deck to repair any possible damage.
The lower deck is the most hellish place on the entire ship. When many people enter here, their first reaction is that they have come to the gloomy and dangerous lower level of the nest. Those ragged ship servants and numerous hard labor slaves have lived on this ship for who knows how many generations. Generation after generation of people have lived on this ship. After death, they are dismembered by the guys around them, or sent to the furnace to lick a bite of firewood for the ship's navigation.
Not to mention what kind of things are buried in this huge maze assembled by various pipes and composite structure cabins. The construction time of each ship is so long, ranging from decades to hundreds of years. During the long construction time, all kinds of strange things will settle in the dark and hidden corners of the ship. People often disappear inexplicably at the junction of the middle and lower decks, leaving a scarlet bloodstain of being killed. But for the Space Marines and the command center on the upper deck, these are just insignificant furs, not enough to make them feel a sense of crisis.
Lin Fan rushed into a naval restaurant and looked carefully for something that looked delicious.
But to his disappointment, this restaurant, in addition to various bland meals made with various recycled starches and water, is the same as the canned food and energy bars distributed by the military department. Maybe everyone on this ship as a member of the army really lacks the rich food supplements like the agricultural world, which makes those soldiers who came from the agricultural world of Camaklan very painful. More than once, they complained to their superiors that these foods are too hard to swallow.
But Colonel Mark didn't care about these things. He just said to the new recruits: "Be content. When you go to war, you won't even have these things to eat." Then he kicked them out with his powerful boots.
Life on the ship seemed interesting to Lin Fan. Every morning, the priests of the state religion would bring their incense burners and the emperor's scriptures to recite back and forth. The political commissars were also like wolves and tigers, staring at every soldier to pray devoutly to the emperor. Get up once in the morning and go to bed once at night, if there really is a concept of morning and evening in the subspace. To be honest, Lin Fan hasn't seen any natural light for a long time. He can now distinguish the so-called morning and evening completely relying on his original biological clock and everyone's daily activities.
Those soldiers from places where the state religion's control is not too strong are a little puzzled by this kind of prayer, and even think that the political commissar is too idle to care about these things, but Lin Fan knows what this kind of devout belief in the emperor means.
The huge church on the ship, various sacred statues and elaborate rituals and prayers are all to protect those who sail in the warp from being polluted by evil gods and turning into strange monsters. In this idealistic warp, it is the second closest place to the Emperor. After all, his cold sun-like soul is here, silently hostile to those evil gods, and also pays some attention to protecting those ships traveling back and forth.
So Lin Fan spared no effort to grasp the devout belief in the Emperor for the lives of his men. With the help of the new fanatic Domian, the entire Third Company has become a loyal believer of the Emperor. The first thing they do when they wake up every day is to subconsciously pray to the Emperor.
In fact, it is not difficult to do this. The world of Camaklan is just a very ordinary agricultural world. Most of the people living on it are simple farmers. There are not so many twists and turns to think about whether these great deeds and quotations of the Emperor are true. In addition, under the influence of the group, any guy who does not believe in the Emperor will become particularly conspicuous and abrupt, so those who are suspicious are quickly assimilated into believers of the Emperor in such an environment.
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In the D1347 passage on the lower deck, a team of armed maintenance personnel is patrolling.
"If possible, I really don't want to come here a second time." The young naval soldier wearing a gas mask, holding a laser rifle in one hand and a maintenance box in the other, complained in a muffled voice about his dissatisfaction.
The dim passage is full of pipes running back and forth, and high-temperature steam is constantly sprayed out from various pressure relief valves, making this passage shrouded in mist and extremely hot.
The noncommissioned officer at the front of the team spoke to comfort him, although his tone did not convey the slightest hint of comfort: "Pull it down, you newbie, you haven't even gone to the return ports and recycling main valves on the F and G floors further down. Where, at least what is sprayed out here is just high-temperature steam that wants to enter the circulating water system. Even if there are highly toxic chemical gases in the places below, those weird bugs were the biggest trouble for the deck maintenance team last week. Sergeant Hank of Team 378 was accidentally bitten by a small green bug and was still lying in the medical room.
"Uh, so that's why we got guns? To kill some bugs?"
"No, it's worse. Maybe it's the various mutants who have been hiding in the lower levels, or the slaves who have gone crazy and the various weird things that have been living here since the ship was built."
The older noncommissioned officer turned back and looked at the maintenance team member again: "Protect yourself, you know?"
The sergeant's expression could not be seen through the mask, but everyone's hearts were already raised. They all held the laser guns in their hands tightly and watched every corner around them with their own eyes.