The northern suburb of Spring City.
Stepping on the snow buried up to their calves, five jet-black power armors walked under the abandoned viaduct and headed towards Spring City.
"...Radio activity detected, approximately four kilometers directly ahead, signal activity is low and cannot be resolved."
"Can you identify the other party?"
"Obviously not, we don't know anything about the situation here...I suggest to find a nearby native to ask about the situation."
"Good idea."
Looking past the street signs marked with place names, Oliver looked up at the dead city ahead, his eyebrows under the helmet frowned.
"Is this Spring City?"
Spring City is located in the south of Hegu Province. As one of the important hubs of the central urban agglomeration, hundreds of millions of people used to live here.
As for now, the people living here are probably not a fraction of what they were back then.
Oliver stretched out his index finger, tapped lightly on the side of the helmet, and quickly retrieved the geographical information image of the Spring City area from the database.
Compared with the good times before the war, today's place is simply like hell, leaving only desolation, dilapidation, depression and death.
"This damn war..."
Oliver checked the map, shook his fist forward, and led his four team members to continue forward along the wreckage of the viaduct bridge.
It wasn't just Spring City that became like a ghost place. If they want to remember the past, they can remember from the horizon to the Kuiper belt.
But there is no point in doing so. The reason why they came here from the east coast thousands of miles away was neither for archaeology nor for shooting documentaries, but for continuing to move forward, all the way west, deep into the wilderness, to find the last hope of human civilization—the legendary Shelter 0.
As for why stop here... To be honest, Oliver didn't want to either.
Unfortunately, however, something happened to their vehicle. If they want to fix it as soon as possible, they can only seek help from nearby survivors.
He didn't want to waste months here. According to the experience during the journey, once they stop for more than a month, there will be continuous troubles coming to the door.
"Captain, there are drones watching us."
The marines walking on Oliver's left raised their heads, looked at the airspace directly in front of them, and continued in a joking tone.
"It's a cute little guy... There is no matching model in my database, but just looking at the appearance, it should be a pre-war civilian drone. It's hard to fly so high."
Another Marine said lazily.
"It seems that there should be a shelter nearby. Great, we don't have to deal with the natives at all."
"How do you know that the people living in the shelter are not natives? Did you forget the blue jacket we saw last time? He kept claiming that he was from Shelter 117, and then swallowed the chewing gum I gave him .”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
As he spoke, uncontrollable laughter came from the communication channel.
Obviously, they didn't take that little guy in the sky seriously.
"Don't interrupt, others are watching us."
Pulling out the jamming gun on his waist, the marines walking on the outermost side cast a questioning look at their captain.
"Should I take it off?"
"No need."
Oliver made a gesture to signal the comrades beside him to stop, and then waved his hand towards the sky, indicating that he had discovered it on his side.
"Friends from afar, we have no malicious intentions. If it's convenient, can we talk about it?"
Oliver wasn't sure if the drone had a sound collection system, so he turned on the speaker on the power armor helmet, showing his friendliness with a loud voice.
The sound echoed across the ruins.
Perhaps hearing his voice, perhaps realizing that he had been spotted, the drone descended and flew in front of them.
It was a silver-white ball, surprisingly small, the propeller blades were made of unknown material, and it flew quietly and silently.
Oliver watched it stop in front of him, circled around him, and then slowly floated towards the wetland park in front of him.
The small team members on the side exchanged glances.
"Is this a sign of friendship?"
"Probably, it seems to invite us to come over."
"Captain, shall we go there?"
Oliver thought for a moment, then spoke.
"James stayed and looked for a commanding height nearby to observe, and the rest followed me."
"Yes!"
...
The outpost, the third floor of the nursing home.
Looking at the four people entering Wetland Park through the screen worn on his arm, Lucius's face was a little dignified.
Power armor! In the past, he had only heard about this thing from the mouths of survivors, but now he saw it with his own eyes for the first time, but he didn't expect it to be more exaggerated than he imagined.
The thick full protective armor covered every inch of their skin, and the rectangular modular rifle held in their hands exuded a cold light.
They're as daunting as humanoid tanks straight out of a sci-fi studio.
Lucius even had some doubts, whether it was any different from scratching an itch when a normal caliber bullet hit them.
The heavyweight armor and equipment did not affect their mobility at all, at least judging from the way they moved through the jungle freely, crossing obstacles was like playing for them.
Lucius roughly estimated that the equipment of these people is at least 1.5 tons or even more than 2 tons, and it should be driven by fusion batteries without accident.
Just now, he operated the "Hummingbird" and flew around the power armor in front, without seeing any obvious fuel tank or battery structure. If it is powered by a fuel cell such as solid hydrogen, although the fuel density can be made very high, it cannot be so high. Obviously, the power armor these people wear is high-end!
If there is a conflict, it is estimated that in the entire outpost, only the hammer behind him, can pose a certain threat to their armor.
Compared with these people, the green-skinned muscular guy on 76th Street is nothing.
"Popo, you go back underground first."
Popo tilted the camera, looked at Lucius and asked.
"But Master, it's only afternoon now."
"It has nothing to do with what time it is. I'm not sure whether those people outside are friends or foes. If there is a conflict, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you. It's safer for you to go down first."
"Although the master said something so caring which made Popo very happy, but Popo will not leave the master and hide alone. Also, in fact, you don't need to be too nervous. Those people probably came out of a shelter. They shouldn't be too difficult for us.”
Lucius glanced at it in surprise.
"Can you see that?"
Popo said.
"Well, it's not necessarily true, but the electromagnetic rifles in their hands do look like pre-war standard weapons. And after they discovered our drone, they didn't shoot down my drone. Instead, they took the initiative to express their friendliness to us... If they come with hostility, I always feel that there is no need to do so much. What do you think, Master?"
"Me? I don't know, but I generally don't pin my hopes on the kindness of others."
After thinking for a while, Lucius weighed the EMP grenade in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
It's not clear how much this thing will do to power armor, but it's better than nothing.
Even if you can only paralyze the other party's electronic equipment for two seconds, you can buy yourself two more seconds to deal with it.
Lucius will keep the negotiation distance within 3 meters.
In this way, even if an accident occurs, he can use the nitrogen-powered hammer in his hand to teach the opponent a profound lesson.
...
The north gate of the outpost.
Seeing the four iron lumps approaching from a distance, the players in the market at the north gate all showed expressions that had never seen the world.
"My god! What is that?"
"Could it be the power armor on the official website!"
"Where did these NPCs come from?"
"A rational analysis, this game should have a hidden prosperity setting, when the prosperity reaches a certain level, it will attract wild NPCs to visit!"
"Their guns are so cool... To be honest, I want to buy them!"
"The price is at least 100,000 silver, go buy it."
"Damn!"
Grass and Akiba both sisters who were sitting in the market and setting up a stall also noticed the situation outside the market.
Looking at the four iron lumps walking towards the north gate, Akiba blinked curiously.
"Sister, what is that? It feels like their armor is more beautiful than the manager's."
"I don't know...it seems to be called Power Armor." Grass nervously took her sister's hand and pulled her into his arms, "Don't stare at them."
Obviously, these people don't know the blue coats around them.
A gang of armed strangers suddenly appear at the door of a house, and no matter what the circumstances may be, it cannot be assumed that they have come with good intentions.
Should I go and inform the clan head? Grass thought nervously.
Just then, a figure appeared at the north gate.
The manager, who was carrying a long-handled Warhammer, walked out of the outpost surrounded by several blue coats.
Seeing the man walking this way, a marine who was following Oliver couldn't help teasing in the communication channel.
"Did you see the hammer on his back? I've never seen such a strange weapon... Is that a weapon?"
"Shut up."
Glancing at his teammates in warning, Oliver put the weapon in his hand behind his back, raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, and put away the mask covering his face as a sign of friendship.
"Are you from the shelter?"
"The manager of Shelter No.404, Lucius," Lucius stopped in front of that person, staring at him sharply and said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Oliver, an employee of the company, works for the First Pioneering Corps of the Overseas Business Department of the 'Silver Wing Group'. We came from the far east coast and went to the west to find something. We didn't have any malicious intentions, we just happened to pass by here."
Lucius had heard of the word "Enterprise" before, and it was said to be a large survivor stronghold on the east coast. Its predecessor was said to be Shelter No. 6, and others said it was Shelter No. 66. Their sphere of influence was very large, and it was said that they covered an entire province on the east coast.
However, due to its special expansion method, the enterprise has very weak control over the "Branches" within its sphere of influence. The assets that are truly completely controlled by the "Enterprise" may be a survivor stronghold that is larger than Boulder City.
Many caravans that are clearly not enterprises, or even merchants from the east coast at all, like to do business under the banner of enterprises.
As for the Silver Wing Group, it was probably a branch of the "Enterprise", maybe they had just established it to achieve a certain purpose, anyway, Lucius had never even heard of it.
The straight-line distance from the east coast to the River Valley Province is thousands of kilometers. If the actual distance is even farther, it may be tens of thousands of kilometers.
With such a long distance, any news that reaches here may turn bad. In short, no matter who they are loyal to, the equipment and strength of this group of people can not be underestimated if they can walk from the east coast to the valley province!
Although he was very curious about what the "Enterprise" was looking for in the west, Lucius knew that even if he asked, this person probably wouldn't tell him, so he didn't take the liberty of asking.
After staring at Oliver for a while, Lucius asked again.
"Is what you are looking for in Spring City?"
Oliver shook his head and said.
"Of course not. The River Valley Province can only be regarded as the middle part of the continent at most, and the west we are talking about is a place farther away than here."
Pausing for a moment, he looked at Lucius and continued.
"Let's be honest, our large troops are stationed in an open area about 10 kilometers away from here. If possible, we don't want to stay here, but unfortunately our Pioneer has a little problem, so we can only come here asked for help."
Lucius: "What is the Pioneer?"
"You can think of it as our vehicle, which used to be four SC-500 crawler transport platforms, but we modified it a little bit, connected them together, and added some modular facilities suitable for long-distance travel. As for the specifics..." Oliver didn't know how to describe it, so he could only make a rough gesture with his hand, "It's very big anyway!"
"Crawler platform?"
Confused by his general description, Lucius couldn't help frowning, "Can you be more specific? For example, length, width or tonnage..."
Oliver thought for a while, and said in an affirmative tone.
"In terms of tonnage, it's about 12,000 tons!"
"???"
What the hell?! Twelve thousand tons??
Lucius was stunned when he heard the number. If he remembers correctly, the Gustav train gun is only 1,500 tons, right?
Even the crawler transport platform used to transport a giant rocket like the "Saturn 5" has a total weight of only 3,000 tons, and a total load of only 8,000 tons...
Twelve thousand tons! Is this bringing the cruiser to land?
Lucius didn't ask whether the 12,000 tons was the net weight or the maximum load. Anyway, no matter what it was, this number was beyond his cognition.
It's hard to imagine how such a big guy "Navigates" on the wasteland. Anyway, definitely not burning oil.
After recovering from the shock, Lucius took a deep breath, looked at Oliver who looked expectant and shook his head.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Although there are some engineers in our shelter... But what you said is obviously beyond their capabilities. I'm afraid I can't help you with this!"
Don't say it is beyond the scope of ability. For his little players, this kind of tonnage of transportation can only be understood by the game settings.
Lucius was suddenly curious about what this thing looked like.
If possible, he would like to take a photo and post it on the official website.
Seeing that the manager misunderstood what he meant, Oliver quickly waved his hand and explained.
"No, no, my friend, you misunderstood! We are not looking to you for technical help, we have our own engineers, we have production tools, and we know how to fix broken parts. But the problem is, we don't have enough manpower. The reserves of materials and energy are almost bottoming out.”
To sum up, is there a shortage of people, mines and electricity? But I'm missing something too!
Lucius looked at him and asked cautiously.
"So what's your proposal?"
Oliver said in a sincere tone: "We hope that you can lend us some manpower to help us collect resources that can be used nearby. Besides, we also need a guide who is familiar with the terrain in this area! We know where to go, where can we find what we need! Of course, we will not let you help us for nothing, we will pay you."
Hearing the word remuneration, Lucius finally became interested in his topic. And from what he's saying, they seem to know where to find fusion fuel? That's a good thing!
With a happy smile on his face, Lucius stretched out his right hand.
"Of course, my friend, helping others is the highest virtue!"
"But the snow seems to be getting bigger and bigger. If it's convenient, please come in with me to talk."
The northern suburb of Spring City.
Stepping on the snow buried up to their calves, five jet-black power armors walked under the abandoned viaduct and headed towards Spring City.
"...Radio activity detected, approximately four kilometers directly ahead, signal activity is low and cannot be resolved."
"Can you identify the other party?"
"Obviously not, we don't know anything about the situation here...I suggest to find a nearby native to ask about the situation."
"Good idea."
Looking past the street signs marked with place names, Oliver looked up at the dead city ahead, his eyebrows under the helmet frowned.
"Is this Spring City?"
Spring City is located in the south of Hegu Province. As one of the important hubs of the central urban agglomeration, hundreds of millions of people used to live here.
As for now, the people living here are probably not a fraction of what they were back then.
Oliver stretched out his index finger, tapped lightly on the side of the helmet, and quickly retrieved the geographical information image of the Spring City area from the database.
Compared with the good times before the war, today's place is simply like hell, leaving only desolation, dilapidation, depression and death.
"This damn war..."
Oliver checked the map, shook his fist forward, and led his four team members to continue forward along the wreckage of the viaduct bridge.
It wasn't just Spring City that became like a ghost place. If they want to remember the past, they can remember from the horizon to the Kuiper belt.
But there is no point in doing so. The reason why they came here from the east coast thousands of miles away was neither for archaeology nor for shooting documentaries, but for continuing to move forward, all the way west, deep into the wilderness, to find the last hope of human civilization—the legendary Shelter 0.
As for why stop here... To be honest, Oliver didn't want to either.
Unfortunately, however, something happened to their vehicle. If they want to fix it as soon as possible, they can only seek help from nearby survivors.
He didn't want to waste months here. According to the experience during the journey, once they stop for more than a month, there will be continuous troubles coming to the door.
"Captain, there are drones watching us."
The marines walking on Oliver's left raised their heads, looked at the airspace directly in front of them, and continued in a joking tone.
"It's a cute little guy... There is no matching model in my database, but just looking at the appearance, it should be a pre-war civilian drone. It's hard to fly so high."
Another Marine said lazily.
"It seems that there should be a shelter nearby. Great, we don't have to deal with the natives at all."
"How do you know that the people living in the shelter are not natives? Did you forget the blue jacket we saw last time? He kept claiming that he was from Shelter 117, and then swallowed the chewing gum I gave him .”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
As he spoke, uncontrollable laughter came from the communication channel.
Obviously, they didn't take that little guy in the sky seriously.
"Don't interrupt, others are watching us."
Pulling out the jamming gun on his waist, the marines walking on the outermost side cast a questioning look at their captain.
"Should I take it off?"
"No need."
Oliver made a gesture to signal the comrades beside him to stop, and then waved his hand towards the sky, indicating that he had discovered it on his side.
"Friends from afar, we have no malicious intentions. If it's convenient, can we talk about it?"
Oliver wasn't sure if the drone had a sound collection system, so he turned on the speaker on the power armor helmet, showing his friendliness with a loud voice.
The sound echoed across the ruins.
Perhaps hearing his voice, perhaps realizing that he had been spotted, the drone descended and flew in front of them.
It was a silver-white ball, surprisingly small, the propeller blades were made of unknown material, and it flew quietly and silently.
Oliver watched it stop in front of him, circled around him, and then slowly floated towards the wetland park in front of him.
The small team members on the side exchanged glances.
"Is this a sign of friendship?"
"Probably, it seems to invite us to come over."
"Captain, shall we go there?"
Oliver thought for a moment, then spoke.
"James stayed and looked for a commanding height nearby to observe, and the rest followed me."
"Yes!"
...
The outpost, the third floor of the nursing home.
Looking at the four people entering Wetland Park through the screen worn on his arm, Lucius's face was a little dignified.
Power armor! In the past, he had only heard about this thing from the mouths of survivors, but now he saw it with his own eyes for the first time, but he didn't expect it to be more exaggerated than he imagined.
The thick full protective armor covered every inch of their skin, and the rectangular modular rifle held in their hands exuded a cold light.
They're as daunting as humanoid tanks straight out of a sci-fi studio.
Lucius even had some doubts, whether it was any different from scratching an itch when a normal caliber bullet hit them.
The heavyweight armor and equipment did not affect their mobility at all, at least judging from the way they moved through the jungle freely, crossing obstacles was like playing for them.
Lucius roughly estimated that the equipment of these people is at least 1.5 tons or even more than 2 tons, and it should be driven by fusion batteries without accident.
Just now, he operated the "Hummingbird" and flew around the power armor in front, without seeing any obvious fuel tank or battery structure. If it is powered by a fuel cell such as solid hydrogen, although the fuel density can be made very high, it cannot be so high. Obviously, the power armor these people wear is high-end!
If there is a conflict, it is estimated that in the entire outpost, only the hammer behind him, can pose a certain threat to their armor.
Compared with these people, the green-skinned muscular guy on 76th Street is nothing.
"Popo, you go back underground first."
Popo tilted the camera, looked at Lucius and asked.
"But Master, it's only afternoon now."
"It has nothing to do with what time it is. I'm not sure whether those people outside are friends or foes. If there is a conflict, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you. It's safer for you to go down first."
"Although the master said something so caring which made Popo very happy, but Popo will not leave the master and hide alone. Also, in fact, you don't need to be too nervous. Those people probably came out of a shelter. They shouldn't be too difficult for us.”
Lucius glanced at it in surprise.
"Can you see that?"
Popo said.
"Well, it's not necessarily true, but the electromagnetic rifles in their hands do look like pre-war standard weapons. And after they discovered our drone, they didn't shoot down my drone. Instead, they took the initiative to express their friendliness to us... If they come with hostility, I always feel that there is no need to do so much. What do you think, Master?"
"Me? I don't know, but I generally don't pin my hopes on the kindness of others."
After thinking for a while, Lucius weighed the EMP grenade in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
It's not clear how much this thing will do to power armor, but it's better than nothing.
Even if you can only paralyze the other party's electronic equipment for two seconds, you can buy yourself two more seconds to deal with it.
Lucius will keep the negotiation distance within 3 meters.
In this way, even if an accident occurs, he can use the nitrogen-powered hammer in his hand to teach the opponent a profound lesson.
...
The north gate of the outpost.
Seeing the four iron lumps approaching from a distance, the players in the market at the north gate all showed expressions that had never seen the world.
"My god! What is that?"
"Could it be the power armor on the official website!"
"Where did these NPCs come from?"
"A rational analysis, this game should have a hidden prosperity setting, when the prosperity reaches a certain level, it will attract wild NPCs to visit!"
"Their guns are so cool... To be honest, I want to buy them!"
"The price is at least 100,000 silver, go buy it."
"Damn!"
Grass and Akiba both sisters who were sitting in the market and setting up a stall also noticed the situation outside the market.
Looking at the four iron lumps walking towards the north gate, Akiba blinked curiously.
"Sister, what is that? It feels like their armor is more beautiful than the manager's."
"I don't know...it seems to be called Power Armor." Grass nervously took her sister's hand and pulled her into his arms, "Don't stare at them."
Obviously, these people don't know the blue coats around them.
A gang of armed strangers suddenly appear at the door of a house, and no matter what the circumstances may be, it cannot be assumed that they have come with good intentions.
Should I go and inform the clan head? Grass thought nervously.
Just then, a figure appeared at the north gate.
The manager, who was carrying a long-handled Warhammer, walked out of the outpost surrounded by several blue coats.
Seeing the man walking this way, a marine who was following Oliver couldn't help teasing in the communication channel.
"Did you see the hammer on his back? I've never seen such a strange weapon... Is that a weapon?"
"Shut up."
Glancing at his teammates in warning, Oliver put the weapon in his hand behind his back, raised his index finger and tapped the side of the helmet, and put away the mask covering his face as a sign of friendship.
"Are you from the shelter?"
"The manager of Shelter No.404, Lucius," Lucius stopped in front of that person, staring at him sharply and said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Oliver, an employee of the company, works for the First Pioneering Corps of the Overseas Business Department of the 'Silver Wing Group'. We came from the far east coast and went to the west to find something. We didn't have any malicious intentions, we just happened to pass by here."
Lucius had heard of the word "Enterprise" before, and it was said to be a large survivor stronghold on the east coast. Its predecessor was said to be Shelter No. 6, and others said it was Shelter No. 66. Their sphere of influence was very large, and it was said that they covered an entire province on the east coast.
However, due to its special expansion method, the enterprise has very weak control over the "Branches" within its sphere of influence. The assets that are truly completely controlled by the "Enterprise" may be a survivor stronghold that is larger than Boulder City.
Many caravans that are clearly not enterprises, or even merchants from the east coast at all, like to do business under the banner of enterprises.
As for the Silver Wing Group, it was probably a branch of the "Enterprise", maybe they had just established it to achieve a certain purpose, anyway, Lucius had never even heard of it.
The straight-line distance from the east coast to the River Valley Province is thousands of kilometers. If the actual distance is even farther, it may be tens of thousands of kilometers.
With such a long distance, any news that reaches here may turn bad. In short, no matter who they are loyal to, the equipment and strength of this group of people can not be underestimated if they can walk from the east coast to the valley province!
Although he was very curious about what the "Enterprise" was looking for in the west, Lucius knew that even if he asked, this person probably wouldn't tell him, so he didn't take the liberty of asking.
After staring at Oliver for a while, Lucius asked again.
"Is what you are looking for in Spring City?"
Oliver shook his head and said.
"Of course not. The River Valley Province can only be regarded as the middle part of the continent at most, and the west we are talking about is a place farther away than here."
Pausing for a moment, he looked at Lucius and continued.
"Let's be honest, our large troops are stationed in an open area about 10 kilometers away from here. If possible, we don't want to stay here, but unfortunately our Pioneer has a little problem, so we can only come here asked for help."
Lucius: "What is the Pioneer?"
"You can think of it as our vehicle, which used to be four SC-500 crawler transport platforms, but we modified it a little bit, connected them together, and added some modular facilities suitable for long-distance travel. As for the specifics..." Oliver didn't know how to describe it, so he could only make a rough gesture with his hand, "It's very big anyway!"
"Crawler platform?"
Confused by his general description, Lucius couldn't help frowning, "Can you be more specific? For example, length, width or tonnage..."
Oliver thought for a while, and said in an affirmative tone.
"In terms of tonnage, it's about 12,000 tons!"
"???"
What the hell?! Twelve thousand tons??
Lucius was stunned when he heard the number. If he remembers correctly, the Gustav train gun is only 1,500 tons, right?
Even the crawler transport platform used to transport a giant rocket like the "Saturn 5" has a total weight of only 3,000 tons, and a total load of only 8,000 tons...
Twelve thousand tons! Is this bringing the cruiser to land?
Lucius didn't ask whether the 12,000 tons was the net weight or the maximum load. Anyway, no matter what it was, this number was beyond his cognition.
It's hard to imagine how such a big guy "Navigates" on the wasteland. Anyway, definitely not burning oil.
After recovering from the shock, Lucius took a deep breath, looked at Oliver who looked expectant and shook his head.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Although there are some engineers in our shelter... But what you said is obviously beyond their capabilities. I'm afraid I can't help you with this!"
Don't say it is beyond the scope of ability. For his little players, this kind of tonnage of transportation can only be understood by the game settings.
Lucius was suddenly curious about what this thing looked like.
If possible, he would like to take a photo and post it on the official website.
Seeing that the manager misunderstood what he meant, Oliver quickly waved his hand and explained.
"No, no, my friend, you misunderstood! We are not looking to you for technical help, we have our own engineers, we have production tools, and we know how to fix broken parts. But the problem is, we don't have enough manpower. The reserves of materials and energy are almost bottoming out.”
To sum up, is there a shortage of people, mines and electricity? But I'm missing something too!
Lucius looked at him and asked cautiously.
"So what's your proposal?"
Oliver said in a sincere tone: "We hope that you can lend us some manpower to help us collect resources that can be used nearby. Besides, we also need a guide who is familiar with the terrain in this area! We know where to go, where can we find what we need! Of course, we will not let you help us for nothing, we will pay you."
Hearing the word remuneration, Lucius finally became interested in his topic. And from what he's saying, they seem to know where to find fusion fuel? That's a good thing!
With a happy smile on his face, Lucius stretched out his right hand.
"Of course, my friend, helping others is the highest virtue!"
"But the snow seems to be getting bigger and bigger. If it's convenient, please come in with me to talk."
