Loshen Star is 15 billion kilometers from the Sun, already outside the solar circle.
From here, the Sun's brightness is less than half of what a full moon appears on Earth, barely enough to cast shadows.
This shows how faint the sunlight is on Loshen Star.
Such faint sunlight causes Loshen Star's surface temperature to drop to about -251 degrees Celsius, or approximately 22K.
This extreme low temperature solidifies most gases. Its planetary surface has no atmosphere and is in a high vacuum state.
Not to mention that it has already left the solar circle, allowing interstellar high-energy radiation to bombard it without obstruction.
Without any protection, even the strongest human could only survive on its surface for less than a minute before dying.
Without a spacesuit, it would be useless for Tom to create any number of Clones.
However, spacesuits are different from Clone cultivation tanks. The (Deep Space) Spaceship does not have many spare parts.
"You are only one person, aren't four spacesuits enough for you? Why do you need so many?"
Tom's two brains simultaneously began to think, but after much deliberation, he found no solution.
Modern spacesuits are so precise that he simply couldn't build them. He couldn't even assemble them.
Finally, Tom gritted his teeth.
"Never mind! A spacesuit's most crucial functions are merely five: first, providing pressure; second, storing oxygen; third, providing insulation; fourth, blocking radiation; and fifth, maintaining communication."
"As for pressure, I'll just get some impermeable sealing material and cut it into the shape of clothes."
"For oxygen, an oxygen tank is a must; every type of spacesuit needs one. However, I do have many oxygen tanks here."
"As for insulation… I can't solve that. At most, I can get some batteries to heat the oxygen tanks, so they don't freeze and become unusable for breathing."
"Then I won't solve it! At worst, I'll just make the Clones wear thicker clothes. Anyway, thermal radiation is the least efficient way of heat transfer. With good insulation, it should be able to last a few hours. When it gets too cold, they can just come back to warm up."
"Blocking radiation is even more unsolvable. So I won't solve that either!"
"Anyway, although there is radiation here, the radiation dose is not high. Even if they get sick, it will be years later. By then, Clones with radiation sickness can just be recycled."
"Maintaining communication is even less of a problem; I can directly mind-control the Clones now, so why would I need communication equipment?"
After making his decision, the two Toms immediately went to the warehouse and began searching for usable materials.
Finally, Tom's gaze settled on a special plastic film.
This film was originally used for emergency sealing.
If the spaceship sustained damage, Tom could cover the breach with this film to temporarily isolate the internal and external environments of the spaceship.
Because it takes up little space and is lightweight, the Deep Space spaceship had a large reserve of this film.
"This is it!"
Tom took out a roll and brought it to the processing room.
Afterward, the two Toms once again began studying knowledge related to garment cutting and film processing.
After 40 hours of study, Tom determined the next work plan.
"Cutting isn't difficult, but the key is how to seal the seams, which is a bit tricky. Also, reinforcing vulnerable areas like the soles of the feet, palms, knees, and elbows."
It's tricky, but not impossible. At most, it requires higher precision, more time-consuming processing, and is more troublesome.
Having determined the processing plan, Tom manipulated his two bodies, retrieved various tools, and began the processing work with intense concentration.
Three months later, the first "spacesuit" was fabricated.
For the eye area, Tom left an opening and replaced it with special glass.
Vulnerable areas such as the soles of the feet, palms, and knees were reinforced with metal plates, connected to the film by soft padding.
The numerous Splicing parts of the film material were secured using special stitching combined with a special adhesive to ensure no air leakage at the seams.
Overall, it looked like a dark yellow full-body protective suit.
After placing it in the space environment outside the spaceship for an inflation test and observing it carefully, Tom looked at the data and sighed: "We'll have to make do."
The first spacesuit took three months to make, but the second one was completed in just two months.
By the time the second batch of five Clones were successfully born, Tom already had a total of six spacesuits.
He still needed to make six more.
With the addition of these five new Clones, as expected, Tom felt that his basic brain capacity and executive ability had increased fivefold compared to when he only had his original body.
A total of seven bodies began to work busily in the processing room, and after another half a year of hard work, the remaining six spacesuits were successfully rushed out.
By this time, the second batch of five Clones had also been successfully born, increasing the number of bodies and brains Tom could utilize to twelve.
Twelve Toms, all identical in height, weight, and appearance, were busy within the Deep Space spaceship. The originally vast and empty cabin now seemed a little crowded.
At this point, Tom temporarily stopped the production of Clones.
It wasn't that he didn't want more Clones; rather, if he created too many Clones now, the supplies on the Deep Space spaceship would not be enough.
Clones are not robots. Although they don't have their own consciousness, they still have biological instincts. They also need to breathe and eat.
Tom slowly inventoried the existing supplies.
Originally, the supplies and energy on the Deep Space spaceship were enough for him to use for 15 years.
But with the first Clone, that time was halved, leaving only 7.5 years.
Now, with his 12 bodies, the food, drinking water, oxygen, and energy in the spaceship would only last for one more year.
Within one year, Tom had to obtain enough supplies from Loshen Star. Otherwise, all of the Toms would starve to death.
"Then… it's time to start working."
Tom looked at the large, dark red planet outside the viewport, making up his mind.
He left his original body and one Clone inside the Deep Space spaceship to prevent total annihilation, while the remaining ten Clones all boarded two small landing craft, carrying some initial supplies, and departed.
There were only two small landing craft in total, and Tom sent them all out at this moment.
Through the viewport, in the vision of Tom's original body, the two small landing craft spewed flames from their tails, gradually descending towards the ground below.
In the Clones' vision, the dark red ground before them rapidly expanded.
The two landing craft finally landed. The hatches opened, and through the Clones' vision, the dark, cold, desolate, and silent land of Loshen Star was once again displayed in Tom's mind.