Captain Dharma continued to walk until now he passed the main cabin. Here, the captain meets Guntur, Fraya, and five other fellow technicians. The seven people had just arrived at the room.
"Hey, Cap," said Guntur. "Where are you going?"
"To the storage room," replied the captain. "Looks like Indra is having a bit of trouble in there."
"Oh," Guntur nodded.
"What about you guys?" Captain Dharma looked at the faces of the ship technicians in turn. "Machine rooms are good?"
"One hundred percent in control," Fraya smiled while holding up her right thumb.
"Good," said Captain Dharma. "Just take a break for a while!"
And then the captain left Guntur, Fraya, and the other five fellow technicians in the main cabin, towards the storage room.
In the first part of the storage room, Captain Dharma met three of his subordinates who were also in charge of and responsible for all the life support stocks on the ship.
"Where is Indra?" asked the captain of the three young women who looked busy at their respective tables.
"In the second room, Cap," answered one of them. Then, the girl pointed to the far side.
"All right, thank you," said the captain, and resumed his march. "What about your stock records?"
"Safe and under control," said the three young women almost simultaneously. "All complete."
"Good."
Captain Dharma continued on his way, towards the wide door at the rear. The double-leafed door was made of thick glass. So, the captain could easily peek into the interior of the room beyond.
The captain saw Indra and his three female colleagues standing in front of another double door. Only, that one door was much smaller than the one he had just walked through.
"Indra," said the captain. "What is it?"
"Cap," said the four men.
"This is the strange and suspicious thing, Cap," Indra pointed at the door in question.
"What's wrong with that door?" Captain Dharma checked the number on the door, "HR-17?"
"It can't be opened," said Jennie quickly. "I've tried."
"Hmm," Captain Dharma approached the door. Watch carefully. "Is there information on your gadget about this door?"
"Absolutely nothing, Cap," said Vivian. "I've checked many times. And there is not a single piece of information about this HR-17 door in our data."
"Oh, I see, huh?" Captain Dharma muttered half inaudibly, one hand on his waist, the other scratching his non-itchy chin. "Hyker," the captain called. "You still there?"
"Aye, Captain," Hyker said through the intercom embedded in the room. "Is there anything I can help you with from here?"
"Who is in charge of overseeing each room?"
"Pical," Hyker replied.
"Can I help you, Cap?" said Pical, continuing Hyker's words.
"Can you see where we are now?" the captain asked Pical.
Pical fiddled with the big screen in front of him. A schematic or chart of the entire SC45 aircraft appears on the screen.
Using two hands, Pical touched the surface of the screen, scrolled through each part of the schematic drawing of the plane, and when the schematic showed red dots complete with a small bar bearing the name of each individual in the second storage room, Pical shifted his hands again, enlarges the image on the screen surface.
"Yep!" replied Pical a moment later. "You're in the second storage room, Cap."
"Good," said Captain Dharma. "Now, can you open this door in front of me?"
Pical looked again at the display on the screen in front of him. Schematic showing a picture of each door in the room.
"Which one, Cap?"
"HR-17," replied the captain.
Pical saw the sign. "Just a moment please," he said.
Pical zoomed in on the door with the caption HR-17, touching a bar bearing the lock logo. And a series of numbers which are the door access codes are displayed on the screen.
Pical tries to open the door by touching the bar that shows the access number of the door. However, up to three times he touched, the bar still displays a red color, which means the door cannot be opened from the cockpit.
"I can't open it from here, Cap," Pical let out a long sigh, and said, "Please, enter the following access code number on the panel over there."
"Just say it!" commanded Captain Dharma.
In front of the panel, on the wall on the right side of the door of the HR-17, Jennie had prepared to enter the number that Pical would mention.
"One, seven, zero, eight," Pical said.
"One, seven, zero, eight…" Jennie muttered as she dialed the numbers on the device on the wall.
"Four, five."
"Four, five," Jennie continued by pressing the numbers mentioned.
In the next second, a hissing sound was heard starting the HR-17 door opening in both directions.
Jennie smiled happily at everyone because the door was finally able to be opened, especially at Captain Dharma.
"Thanks, Pical," said Captain Dharma to the man in the cockpit.
"You're welcome, Cap," said Pical.
As soon as the door opened, the lighting in the room immediately turned on automatically.
"Holy-mother-fu…" Jennie quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Not only that girl, Captain Dharma, and Indra are the same. They were equally astonished to see something in the room with wide eyes.
It turned out that behind the door of the HR-17 was another storage room. And what was stored in the room was what made them all widen.
Well, in the room there are four humanoid robots. Unlike the humanoid robots that have been witnessed by Captain Dharma, Indra, Jennie, and their other colleagues.
The four humanoid robots that were now in front of their eyes seemed to be in a long sleep state, having shorter bodies. They were about one and a half meters high, and every layer on their bodies was predominantly white.
Accompanied by Jennie and Indra, Captain Dharma entered the room.
The faces of the four robots resemble humans. Complete with a pair of eyes—which are also closed, a pair of ears, a nose, and a mouth. The two hands are quite proportioned and each has five fingers. And a pair of legs that are also proportional, even complete with five toes.
TO BE CONTINUED ...