Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 433 Sense of Distance

When he first boarded the ship, the crew also tested him, but because he was guided here by Joshua, the crew tested him more respectfully and gently.

Of course, the testing items are far more numerous and complicated than those listed below.

Maybe the data that the crew members who conducted the tests referred to came from Howard.

If the people below had also undergone the same rigorous examination as Howard, I'm afraid that in the end no one would be left. However, those who were able to pass these simple four screenings were at least more like "humans" than those monsters that appeared at first glance.

But Howard was very confused. What did they want these people for?

Although the name of pure-blooded humans sounds intimidating, this is not a fantasy novel where pure-blooded humans can obtain various buff bonuses. In fact, the human genes of the 3k era are not suitable for the space age at all.

According to existing data from the real world, if humans in the 3K era live in an environment without gravity for a long time, their hearts will be deformed, their bones will lose a lot of calcium, and their lifespan will be greatly reduced.

The most straightforward example is that after Howard was launched out of the warp by Freya in an escape pod, he drifted for two years and then had to undergo intensive rehabilitation for several weeks before he could return to his normal physical level... For the natives of this universe, if they couldn't walk independently after waking up from a hibernation pod after two years, they would probably be considered physically weak.

Moreover, on some planets, the oxygen content in the air is different from that on Earth... or Terra. Some people will experience altitude sickness at high altitudes and will suffer from oxygen intoxication due to high oxygen concentrations. If people from the 3K era are sent to such a planet, let alone carrying out construction work, it may be a problem whether they can survive.

If Howard had not been very lucky to first travel to a planet with oxygen content and gravity coefficient similar to that of the Earth, and then received the "care" of the evil god and the blessing of Isa in the subsequent development of events, he might have been lying down by now.

Even the empire that claims to be human supremacy does not care much about pure-blooded humans. The empire determines whether a suspicious human being is human or not mainly by looking at whether they have certain organs that can be identified at a glance, whether the shape of their skull is highly similar to that of humans, and whether this skull shape can be stably inherited. Gene sequencing will not be used easily unless in extreme circumstances.

Because we can't check everything. What if we really find something?

For example, those who did not pass the screening, if Howard looked at them from the perspective of 3 people, they would be a group of monsters with slight or severe deformities, but the Empire just believed that they were human beings.

So, what exactly does this commercial fleet want to do by collecting these suspected "pure-blooded humans" from all over the universe?

Howard asked the crew members, but they were all vague. Of course, it was more likely that they didn't know the purpose of these people, or even knew that they were screening humans who were suspected of being pure-blooded, so Howard didn't mention it again.

three weeks later

Howard sat in the corner of the restaurant, spooning oatmeal from his bowl.

For the first few days, he ate special meals delivered directly to his room by the crew, but Howard soon took the initiative to cancel this service.

It's not that he didn't want to trouble the crew here too much, but although this caravan provided him with the best living environment, he was living in such an iron box in space after all. The constant slight mechanical noise in the background and the enclosed space still made him feel uncomfortable. He needed a reason to occasionally walk out of the room, so going to the restaurant for dinner was a very reasonable excuse.

In order to avoid contact with people as much as possible, Howard always chooses some hellish time to eat. Anyway, the food in the restaurant is made directly from the machine, so he won't bother the chef.

But today, as luck would have it, just after Howard brought a midnight snack and sat in the corner, another group of people came into the restaurant. There were about ten people in this group, both men and women, all wearing white robes.

There was no doubt that they were part of the human race that the ship had collected.

Howard learned from other crew members that these tested humans did not participate in any affairs on the ship. They wore uniform clothes and lived in several special dormitories. Their activity areas were restricted, but there was no time limit.

This restaurant is of course within the scope of their permitted activities.

From this point, we can also see the importance that this caravan attaches to these collected humans. Their living conditions may seem nothing special at first glance, but this is the 40k era. Most people in this era have living conditions worse than dogs in the 3k era. It is even less likely that those who can be sold to the caravan will have a high status. After coming here, it is not an exaggeration to say that they have stepped from hell to heaven in one step.

"You said they are so nice to us, what do they want to get from us?" The question was asked by one of the petite women.

Even when they were eating, these people were chattering. The comfortable environment would lower people's vigilance. It seemed that these people were very familiar with each other.

"They don't want to remove our organs, or sell us to others, do they?" another woman echoed.

The others looked at them as if they were idiots, and finally a slightly taller man said:

"What are you thinking? Do you think the price of your entire body combined can buy you enough food to eat these days? No matter what they want to do to us, we've already made back our money in the past few days."

Howard quickened his eating speed, but fortunately these people were only here to find food. Most of them chose the relatively scarce meat, and then took the food back to the dormitory to enjoy. Of course, the food that could not be finished could be "stored" by them naturally.

The caravan never restricted their food access, but living in a resource-scarce environment for a long time still made them develop hamster-like habits.

And although they have relaxed their vigilance, they all know that such a comfortable life will not last forever, and they will one day have to pay the price for the current preferential treatment.

The sound of chatting gradually faded away, and Howard slowed down his eating and began to cut the fried eggs with a knife.

But just as he was picking the yolk, he felt the seat shake slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a woman sitting opposite him.

"Can I sit here?" The woman approached Howard and said, "You don't look like a sailor on the ship."

Howard nodded to her, but when the woman was about to speak further, Howard picked up his food and sat in another corner.

Being ignored by Howard, the woman looked a little unhappy, but she still followed:

"Can't you just chat with me and kill some time?"

Howard finally raised his eyelids and looked at her, then said:

"Please stay away from me."