The next day, the research camp was abuzz with activity. Scientists and butchers worked side by side, examining the yeti and determining the best ways to prepare its meat. The air was filled with a mix of curiosity and hope, a stark contrast to the desperation that had gripped them just days before.
Ethan watched as the team meticulously dissected the yeti, their movements precise and practiced. The creature's massive form was a potential goldmine of protein, a lifeline in this frozen wasteland. The scientists were also using drones equipped with updated AI to scout for more yetis, hoping to find a sustainable food source.
As he observed, Ethan couldn't help but wonder: Could these creatures be farmed? The idea seemed far-fetched, but in this new world, anything was possible. The yeti's appearance was proof enough that the rules had changed.
He approached Dr. Harper, the lead scientist, who was deep in discussion with one of the butchers. "Dr. Harper," he said, "do you think it's possible to farm these yetis?"
Dr. Harper looked up, her eyes thoughtful. "It's an intriguing idea, Ethan. If we can find enough of them and understand their biology, it might be possible. The drones are already scouting for more, and if we can establish a breeding program, we could potentially create a sustainable food source."
Ethan nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "What about their habitat? Do we know enough about where they live and what they need to survive?"
"We're still gathering data," Dr. Harper replied. "But the drones are equipped with advanced sensors and AI, so we're hopeful. If we can locate their natural habitats and understand their needs, we might be able to replicate those conditions here."
The thought of farming yetis was both daunting and exciting. It would require immense effort and resources, but the potential benefits were enormous.
As the day wore on, the camp continued its work, the yeti providing a glimmer of hope in the icy darkness. Ethan knew there were still many challenges ahead, but with the combined efforts of the scientists, engineers, and volunteers, they had a fighting chance.
That evening, as he returned to his bunker, Ethan felt a sense of determination. The Deep Freeze had brought unimaginable hardships, but it had also brought out the best in people.
He settled in for the night, the radio playing softly in the background. The voices spoke of hope and resilience, a reminder that they were not alone. With allies like Dr. Harper and the hunters, they had a chance to rebuild.
"Stay strong," he whispered to himself, a silent promise to those who had sacrificed so much. "We'll get through this."
With that final thought, he closed his eyes.