My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 958

Chapter 958 -956 Interstellar Civilization And Zerg?

Meanwhile, inside the base, the streets were already buzzing with life. People who had just come back from work were done with dinner and were now lounging outside, chatting in clusters.

When Kisha passed by, they greeted her with warm smiles and reverence, and she returned their greetings with a polite nod before heading straight to the equipment storage.

The streets were now illuminated by the newly restored post lights, thanks to Engineer Steel and his team, who had rewired the poles and connected them to their power system. With the lights functioning again, the patrol teams no longer had to struggle to monitor the base after dark; if any resident suddenly turned into a zombie, they would be able to see and respond immediately.

The residents, too, depended on these streetlights as their only nightly illumination; no need to waste precious gasoline on lamps or risk starting a fire with candles.

Little by little, the base was improving, all because Kisha had given Engineer Steel and his team permission not to be too frugal with the electricity stored in the batteries they had charged using captured lightning.

Those batteries provided enough power to keep the base running for weeks. And according to Kisha’s calculations, once Duke and the others completed the biogas project, hopefully in a week or so, they wouldn’t have to worry about fuel or electricity at all. The lightning-charged batteries could then be shifted entirely into backup reserves.

There, she called for Aston and Tristan, who had also just finished their work and were about to head home when they received her message. Without delay, they came over and found Kisha crouched beside the newly delivered cars that Fred had brought back.

They immediately crouched down beside her, mirroring her position. When Kisha looked left, both of them looked left. When she glanced right, they followed her gaze like synchronized shadows.

Realizing what they were doing, Kisha felt a mix of exasperation and amusement. They looked absolutely ridiculous… but in a way that almost made her laugh.

“What are you doing?” Kisha asked, letting out a light chuckle.

“We… are checking out what you’re looking at, Young Madam,” Tristan replied, glancing from Kisha to the car she was inspecting, clearly looking a bit clueless.

“Oh? This,” Kisha said, “I actually wanted to show you a new feature in the system we use for internal messaging.” She opened the territory interface and began demonstrating the rental feature.

She explained how to register the car’s plate number if it had one, or leave it blank if it didn’t, then input the model and other specifications, take a photo, and set up the rental price per day, including gas and a separate maintenance fee.

Watching her, Aston and Tristan immediately recognized how practical the rental feature was; it would make their work much easier. At the same time, an idea suddenly sparked in both of their minds.

“Young Madam, I think it would be great if we could systemize our internal processes using your territory interface as a model,” Tristan suggested. “This way, many tasks around the base, like sales, communication, and treasury auditing, would be much easier since everything would be connected. At the same time, though, I’m concerned that centralizing everything could make it easier for hackers to access sensitive documents.”

He spoke thoughtfully, weighing both the pros and cons.

Keeping track of paper trails was cumbersome, especially for auditing, but a system like this could also simplify monitoring residents’ current work point balances when they transact in the Supply Center.

Tristan’s suggestion went further: they could release a communicator for residents. It wouldn’t just be a tool for communication; it would track work points, manage internal processes, help keep track of mission progress, and even share locations for emergency rescues.

They had learned the hard way with Sparrow’s previous disappearance, when they mistakenly thought he was dead, that sharing a location for emergency rescue was of utmost importance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Additionally, the system could keep everyone updated on news and weather changes. Essentially, it would function like a pre-apocalypse cellphone, but it should be compact, portable, and designed to be usable even while residents were busy with daily tasks, fighting, or surviving outside the base.

“Hmmm, that’s actually a very good suggestion,” Kisha said thoughtfully. “Right now, we do have a way to communicate with our people, but it’s very limited and only accessible to combatants.”

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