"You can't?"
"Of course not. I'm not omnipotent." Tomcat shook its head. "Although I also wish to take out a remote control that guarantees success from a four-dimensional pocket, allowing the cargo spacecraft to dock perfectly with the space station with a press of the button… the 22nd century isn't here yet."
It sat on the opposite side of the table as it began typing. The computer chassis under the table began to whirl as the heat-dissipating fans spun.
"What did Mr. Cat say?" Mai Dong asked.
"It said that its plan is identical to mine," Tang Yue replied. "But even so, it is unable to perfectly dock Tianzhou 37 with the space station."
Even though Tomcat had severely criticized Tang Yue's ideas, it had still used this meritless plan. This was also because the cat was out of choices.
"Even Mr. Cat can't do it?" Mai Dong gently sighed as water vapor condensed on her visor.
