My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 548 Trying Out Things On A Moon Space Station

The orientation sessions persisted, spanning three hours each day, while the global community erupted in a frenzy over the images and videos disseminated by the staff.

Nova meticulously navigated the training materials — overseeing protocols, volunteer coordination frameworks, emergency response hierarchies, and consent protocols. Each instructional period built upon the last, concluding with simulated scenarios designed to preemptively address potential trial situations before they manifested in reality.

The staff diligently recorded observations and posed inquiries. By the third day, their questions exhibited heightened perceptiveness.

To further refine the staff's reactions, holographic presentations of situations and virtual reality simulations were employed.

Upon the conclusion of the daily orientation each afternoon, the base became their domain to explore.

They traversed the facility with deliberate intent, revisiting areas previously skimmed, probing for overlooked details, experimenting with its features, and posing questions that yielded fresh discoveries.

Unsurprisingly, the topic of weightlessness surfaced on the second day. The prospect had been brewing in the minds of several individuals since their journey aboard the shuttle. Distinct from the low lunar gravity outside the base, the possibility of floating within the station presented a unique experience many were eager to undertake.

The base, however, uniformly maintained Earth-equivalent gravity across all its surfaces, corridors, and chambers. This familiar sensation provided a sense of home in an aspect they hadn't anticipated missing. Yet, the notion that not all sections of the base would possess gravity lingered.

One of the participants directly inquired of a Synth about locating a weightless environment.

"The bay," the Synth responded. "It is open to the vacuum and has no artificial gravity."

"So, we can float there?"

"With appropriate safety measures, yes."

The more adventurous individuals arranged their excursion for the following afternoon. Clad in vac suits with magnetic boots engaged, they positioned themselves near the railings on the bay's lower level. Other staff members assumed contingency positions. The Synths observed from their posts without intervention, a signal the staff had come to interpret as approval.

One by one, they tapped their heels together, deactivating their boots.

The transition was immediate. It wasn't the dramatic ascent they had envisioned but a gradual, undeniable release from the floor, and the sensation of their bodies rising with a deliberate gentleness.

The kitchen assistant from Lagos ascended half a meter before securing himself to the railing, his laughter echoing. Though fear flickered, the rush of adrenaline helped him surmount it.

The physical therapist from Toronto propelled herself off the railing with both hands, drifting backward into the open bay, arms outstretched, gazing upward at the ceiling. She maintained this position for ten seconds before pulling herself back. She repeated the action without delay.

The head chef attempted it once, held the float for a brief, measured moment, and returned to the railing. He remained there, observing the others, his hands gripping the rail. The rows of shuttle bays stretched before him in both directions, and his expression conveyed a sense of unexpected contentment.

Unbeknownst to them, the bay was equipped with a retractable ceiling. This consisted of colossal panels capable of sealing the entire structure, filling it with atmosphere, and restoring gravity. The open configuration was merely the default setting, as the need to close it had never arisen.

However, upon the arrival of the volunteers and observers, it would automatically seal, transforming the bay into something entirely different. This crucial detail had not been disclosed, and no one had thought to pose the pertinent question.

Amidst their explorations and inquiries to the Synths, they also discovered the observation platform.

Situated on the upper level, this viewing area offered unobstructed sightlines to the orbital structures. They found it the same afternoon: a broad platform enclosed in the same optically transparent material as the room viewports, providing a panorama of the immense orbital framework and the slowly rotating Voyager against the void.

From this vantage point, the construction drones were individually discernible. Hundreds of them traversed the superstructure in meticulously organized patterns, their flight paths intersecting and diverging with a coordination that was clearly not random.

Someone had also put forth the question of venturing outside, onto the lunar surface itself, to set foot on the actual moon.

The response, however, was negative.

No objections were raised. They possessed enough, and the refusal was perceived as a protective boundary rather than a punitive measure.

Adding to the amenities, they located the base's recreational sector. It boasted a full-sized football pitch, basketball courts, a regulation golf course, and a unique variant that utilized the low bay gravity to achieve drives with unprecedented trajectories. Every major sport was represented on playing fields that seemed too deliberately designed to be coincidental.

Furthermore, a cinema room and an arcade awaited, stocked with Lucid devices available for temporary use and return.

Beneath the recreational section's glass dome, which offered a view of the void and the stars from the water, lay a pool.

On the fourth evening, the Seoul kitchen assistant drifted on his back in the shimmering water, gazing up at the star-studded expanse through the dome. He remained silent for a considerable duration.

***

Time seemed to accelerate, and two weeks vanished more swiftly than any of them had anticipated.

The orientation period had concluded several days prior. Life on the base had settled into a consistent pattern: meals, periods of recreation, opportunities for exploration, and a gradual deepening of their familiarity with the surroundings.

Only eight days remained until the commencement of the trial.

Following breakfast, Nova summoned them all to the orientation hall.

They entered and took their designated seats, observing her standing as always on the slightly raised platform.

Aside from the Synths diligently patrolling various sectors of the base, Nova was the sole human presence they encountered. Any other inhabitants the facility might possess, beyond the assigned staff, were situated elsewhere, in restricted areas to which they lacked access and were not permitted to inquire about.

Nova surveyed the assembled group and began to call out names.

She announced five names, then proceeded to call another five, forming a subsequent team. She meticulously worked through the entire roster. Each individual whose name was called offered a subtle nod of acknowledgment, and their respective groups coalesced in the center of the room's attention before she moved on to the next selection. The final group consisted of six individuals.

Once she had finished, Nova addressed the room.

"Each of these groups represents a coordination team," she explained. "Your objective is to travel to Earth and liaise directly with the specified pickup airports. These airports have been fully briefed and are anticipating your arrival. Your duties will include meeting with the relevant airport personnel, physically verifying the designated lounge spaces and boarding zones, establishing direct communication channels with their air traffic control operations, confirming ground access arrangements, and finalizing the necessary compensation for the facilities they will provide."

She paused for a moment.

"Furthermore, you are to address any operational queries the airports may have – questions that have been pending since the initial coordination notice was issued."

"We shall now commence the coordination orientation," she declared.