Wastelander of Banditry Desert

The Wastelanders of Talia always wear breathing masks; after all, radiation and dust storms are everyday affairs here. It is hard for anyone to say what scientific principles a breathing mask modified so freely actually follows, but that is only a bit of self-comfort.

"Ever heard about it? Over in that valley there is a guy who stuck a water spout onto his mask! If it were me I definitely could not stand it."

The Wastelanders seem to complain rarely about Talia's harsh weather, first because they cannot change the situation, this run-down place has been full of dust ever since the nuclear blast; second because they are extremely optimistic, and when red sand covers the whole sky, they will put on their dust masks and charge into the lairs of other thieves, riding the dust storm, plundering like the demons of hell.

One band of bandits attacking another band of bandits, this is the rule of survival in Talia.

This dust mask does not look convenient to put on and take off, and it even carries an anti-counterfeit sticker from "Nailscrap Town".

Before it became a kingdom of thieves, Talia was famous far and wide under the name "multi-planetary junkyard", where technological waste from many worlds seemed to find new life in this place.

"Do not ask me whether I like wearing a terminal on my arm that is heavier than a shackle! At the critical moment, it is more powerful than a hammer."

After Nailscrap Town was founded, the most unbelievable wasteland engineering experts in Talia finally found a safe place to show off their craft, and they created a "technology by feel" unique to Talia. A cesium dust counter and a smart arm device that swears were connected together, and the special multi-purpose junk of the wasteland was born: the "desert terminal".

The core of "technology by feel" is exactly this: no need to ask about the principle, no need to ask about the purpose, nobody cares.

"You dare to combine me with garbage, you really are a pack of stinking sewer rats." The voice of the smart device was full of sincerity and eagerness.

Most of the thugs in Talia have never expected redemption, much less do they know what a friar is. They only thought the robe looked useful and could be taken away and dusted off.

"'The age of ignorance has not yet ended'? What kind of nonsense is this!"

The Wastelanders discovered a deserted monastery without a soul in it, and even found ancient books of the old civilization. They almost sensed the precious value of these records of civilization, and after a round of false admiration they cheerfully set a torch to them. All the Wastelanders carried away were the robes the friars had left behind; the tattered remains were not worth a penny in Nailscrap Town.

Most Wastelanders are illiterate, and any amount of material on civilization is less useful than a full meal, and they should not be blamed for this either.

At least the friars' robes are still here, and this too is a form in which civilization survives.

The bandits of Nailscrap Town needed some means to protect the water and the garbage they had come by so hard, and thieving technology aimed at hoarding was born from this; of the flashy powered armor, only the leg section actually moves.

"What I wanted was a whole set of powered armor, and now you tell me the upper part blew up?! Go ask yourself whether you would dare use these leg pieces!"

The battles to defend Nailscrap Town that break out every few days have driven the wartime development of "technology by feel", and materials of unknown origin together with technology thought up by slapping one's forehead have even managed to produce powered armor. The regrettable part is that only the leg section of the first-generation scrap-iron powered armor remains, and after being simplified to the extreme it can still launch a person out like a rocket, and the engineers are not clear on the specific reason either.

According to the designer's explanation: This is a design completed in a state halfway between dreaming and waking, a work of inspiration that comes only once in a lifetime.

Whether it is recyclable garbage or hazardous garbage, garbage that can be used is good garbage.