My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 560 Volunteers Arrival At The Base

The bay panels separated, a precise opening forming in the sealed roof, just large enough for the shuttles to descend, and no more.

Both craft dropped through simultaneously. As soon as they passed the entrance, the panels slid back together, sealing the opening. Above the landing platform, an area isolated from the rest of the bay by the platform itself, repressurization began. The familiar rush of air filled the confined space between the platform and the panels, and then it was complete.

The landing platform initiated its descent.

It lowered gradually, carrying both shuttles. Below, the main bay awaited, fully pressurized, with active gravity and bathed in steady white illumination.

The support staff were already in their designated positions.

They had been present in the bay for ten minutes prior to the panels opening. Nurses stood adjacent to the landing zone, each beside a hovering medical cot — Nova Technologies’ advanced medical stretcher, lower and wider than any equivalent found on Earth, its surface pressure adjustable, its underside maintaining a fixed height above the floor, much like the metallic boxes. Six cots were prepared in total.

A hushed silence had prevailed among them since their assembly; there was nothing left to articulate that wasn't already mutually understood.

The platform reached the main bay level and secured itself. The shuttles rested upon it, dark and motionless, their exteriors absorbing the overhead light without reflection.

Subsequently, the boarding platforms for the shuttles descended.

The Mexico City shuttle commenced its disembarkation first.

The platform lowered steadily, bearing Thomas, Dr. Park, Dr. Brenner, and Marco. Behind them were the four volunteers and their families, with the Synths bringing up the rear.

The nurses advanced before the platform concluded its descent, traversing the floor expeditiously, yet without haste, their medical cots gliding silently alongside them.

Thomas disembarked first and proceeded directly to Diego, who was seated upright in the portable transport chair previously used in the lounge, his hands firmly gripping the armrests.

"We have arrived," Thomas stated.

Marco relayed the words. Diego surveyed the bay, his gaze sweeping across the ceiling, the rows of shuttles stretching into the distance, the expectant staff, and the cots hovering at knee-height beside each nurse. He then uttered something.

"He remarks that it resembles a space capable of housing an entire city," Marco conveyed.

Thomas offered no disagreement. He stepped aside, allowing a base nurse to smoothly approach. She spoke softly, guiding Diego’s transfer from the transport chair to the medical cot with a practiced efficiency, understanding that the volunteer’s primary desire was for the procedure to conclude swiftly.

With the offered assistance, Diego moved and settled onto the cot’s surface. The instant his weight settled, the cot adjusted — its surface yielding slightly, its height decreasing by two centimeters to the optimal carrying position, a small green indicator illuminating on the side rail.

He glanced down at himself on the cot, then looked back at Marco.

"He says he feels as though he is floating," Marco translated.

"A little, yes," Thomas confirmed.

Diego absorbed this information. A slight movement then twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ernesto’s transfer required more time. His medical condition necessitated additional personnel and greater care. His wife remained in contact throughout, her hand resting on his shoulder, then his arm, and finally his hand as he settled.

The nurse assisting him proceeded at an unhurried pace. Once Ernesto was positioned on the cot and his wife confirmed his comfort, the nurse met her gaze and offered a nod.

She returned the gesture.

Maya’s transfer was the swiftest. This was not due to diminished care but because Maya, a nine-year-old girl, had resolved, somewhere between the viewport and their arrival, that she would be helpful.

She assisted wherever possible. She moved as directed. When the cot adjusted beneath her, she observed the side rail with evident curiosity.

Rosa stood at the cot’s edge, placing her hand on Maya’s ankle, while Maya held her mother’s hand.

The fourth volunteer, an elderly woman diagnosed with advanced Parkinson's disease, whose hands had been unsteady for four years, was assisted onto the cot by two nurses working in unison. Her daughter remained close, softly repeating her name throughout the process.

Once settled, she looked at the cot surface beneath her hands, then carefully pressed her palms flat against it.

Her daughter released a breath of relief.

***

The Warsaw shuttle’s platform began its descent while the transfers from Mexico City were still underway.

Two volunteers. Piotr was first, stepping from the platform with his daughter beside him, his hand resting on her arm. Upon reaching the bay floor, he paused, his gaze systematically scanning and cataloging his surroundings, much as he had observed the building's exterior.

A nurse approached him, accompanied by a medical cot.

Piotr looked first at the cot, then at the nurse. "Is this truly needed?"

"It's standard procedure for the initial transit through the base," the nurse replied. "You'll be able to walk later. Tonight is designated for rest."

After a moment's consideration, Piotr sat on the cot without further objection.

The second volunteer from Warsaw airport, a woman, was next, and she occupied the cot immediately without any prompting.

***

Six cots, each carrying a volunteer, made their way through the bay.

Their families remained close, maintaining physical contact with each member.

Thomas proceeded towards the airlock at the far end of the bay, which stood open. It wasn't undergoing its usual cycle as it had during their initial arrival.

He had observed this alteration as he neared the airlocks and had grasped its meaning without the need for explanation.

Nova Technologies clearly did not wish for the volunteers to wait inside an airlock, to stand within a sealed chamber while the pressure equalized and indicator lights shifted from red to green.

The group passed through, entering the lower corridor.

This corridor was sufficiently wide to accommodate three cots abreast, and they proceeded at a consistent pace.

Maya's attention was fixed on the corridor's ceiling. The light, source-less and diffused, the smooth, unadorned walls, and the proportions that were ample without being ostentatiously designed to impress – she meticulously cataloged every detail.

Diego had his arms crossed over his chest, his stance suggesting a sense of settling in.

Upon reaching the elevator, the group boarded, and the doors slid shut.

There was no discernible sensation of movement; the doors opened moments later onto the residential corridor, revealing the numbered sections along its walls.

A different contingent of base staff awaited them here – the psychologists and counselors, positioned at intervals along the corridor, carefully avoiding any obstruction.

Each volunteer was then escorted to their assigned room.

As they approached, the doors swung open, and the rooms beyond were illuminated by a gentle, sequential brightening, allowing the eyes adequate time to adapt.

***

Back in the corridor, the nurses exchanged observations in hushed tones. The psychologist who had been near one of the volunteers' rooms made a note in her book, pausing to look at the closed door for a brief moment before continuing her rounds.

The volunteers had successfully reached the Base and were currently in a state of rest. Their final assessments and the signing of consent documents prior to deployment were scheduled to occur within the next several hours. They would also be queried about their willingness to participate in the livestream. Following this, the clinical trial would officially commence.