The cockpit of Flowing Light's mecha opened, and Fatty jumped down with a dejected look on his face. Looking at the scientists who had gathered around, he smiled bitterly and said, "Out of energy."
"Out of energy?" The scientists were all stunned for a moment. This experimental mecha still had at least half a box of solid compressed energy blocks! You know, one box of energy could sustain high-load marches for tens of thousands of kilometers, can supply a thousand rounds of energy cannon fire, and support continuous high-intensity combat for seventy-two hours straight. Half a box of energy should last for at least thirty hours, shouldn't it?
However, how much time had passed? Less than an hour! The energy's already gone?
