Thick space junk floated around the planet, the only safe passage being a special channel reserved for planetary administrators. A batch of federally-funded resources below average standards would be transported to the planet every two months.,Mu Fan wasn't very talkative, but he was very sensible.,Mu Fan wasn't the kind of cold that his neighbors described. Instead, he felt a coldness that made his brain incredibly calm and clear. This made him very, he didn't know why, he always felt hungry but found his endurance seemed to be several times, or maybe even more, than those around him... He had no concept, and he wasn't interested in asking.。