Proxima Centauri b.

In the central city on the surface, in an office deep in the parliament.

"...That's probably the situation. Sorry, you have to walk the rest of the way on your own." The person in charge of the Sociology Branch of the People's United Fleet Academy of Sciences said with a guilty face, "Unfortunately, we didn't help much.

.

A faint background sound came: "The hibernation process is about to begin, please..."

"Feel sorry."

The head of the sociology branch apologized again.

The next moment, the video communication in the holographic projection was cut off.

The last picture is of rows of extremely neat hibernation pods.

There are no lights on in the office, only the faint light of the holographic projection illuminates the surrounding objects.

The person sitting behind the desk pursed his lips and silently looked at the holographic projection in front of him.

Within the holographic projection, the five characters "Communication has been interrupted" are displayed.

"Why……"

The figure behind the desk sighed very heavily: "Zhengqing, we have to rely on ourselves from now on."

Another voice sounded from the corner of the office.

It was also an extremely heavy sigh.

"Yeah...we have to rely on ourselves."

"The fleet may not even be able to protect itself."

The figure behind the desk did not speak, but waved slightly.

The next second, the light shines brightly,

The office was as bright as day, and the original darkness was instantly dispelled by the cold-toned lights.

The pale light reflected the scene in the office.

Ren Feng, Zhang Zhengqing.

The two current leaders of human civilization on Proxima Centauri.

Because no one is willing to participate in the election of the chairman of the Senate, and no one stands out in the Academy of Sciences, they have no choice but to continue to take on the important task of revitalizing human civilization on Proxima Centauri.

only……

This important task is really too difficult.

Even though the two underwent enhanced life-extending transformation.

However, under high-intensity work pressure, the aging speed of the two people obviously exceeded the normal level.

At this moment, Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing already had white hair, and their faces were covered with wrinkles.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely solemn.

Just now, the People's United Fleet Academy of Sciences started the latest communication with them.

In the communication, they learned about the current situation of the fleet.

When they learned that the human fleet was being targeted by the eighth-level sweeper civilization, both of them had extremely worried looks in their eyes.

When they heard that the fleet was about to start the hibernation process, and would leave Gliese 555 five years later, and be forced to flee to farther star systems to seek a way out, both of them fell silent.

"Humans... it's too difficult." Zhang Zhengqing pursed his lips and sighed forcefully.

Ren Feng didn't speak, he just sat quietly on the chair, his eyelids drooping slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

suddenly.

"Zhengqing, how much hope do you think we have?"

Ren Feng did not raise his head, but just asked himself: "I don't think there is any hope, what do you think?"

Zhang Zhengqing sighed again.

This sigh made Ren Feng's heart tremble slightly.

"Almost zero." Zhang Zhengqing said softly in a breathy voice, "There is a shortage of supplies and internal conflicts have not yet been resolved..."

"More than a hundred years ago, we completely lost the opportunity to get out of Proxima Centauri b and go to the starry sky."

"Even if there are theoretical help from the Fleet Academy of Sciences, theory is still theory. What we need most now is not theory."

Ren Feng nodded silently.

really.

After hundreds of years of hard work, he has completely recognized the reality.

All the problems that have occurred with Proxima Centauri b are rooted in insufficient resources.

Ren Feng turned to look at the window on the side.

Outside the window, there is a lifeless world.

He slowly closed his tired eyes, and memories of hundreds of years ago, not long after the human fleet left, flashed in his mind.

The scenes that took place in the Proxima Centauri holographic theater reappeared in his mind again.

A tear suddenly slipped down his wrinkled face.

"...I'm tired."

Ren Feng's voice made Zhang Zhengqing tremble slightly.

"Zhengqing, I have an idea."

Ren Feng slowly opened his eyes, and in his slightly cloudy eyes, a light that he had not seen for a long time flashed.

…

Two years later.

Earth calendar year 2505.

The Gliese 555 star system has become very deserted in the past two years.

Around Dawn Star, a large number of human fleets were parked quietly in the dead space.

Through the starship window, you can occasionally see the fleeting lights, but most of the time, the space inside the window is extremely dim.

It's as if there is no one in these starships at all.

But if you turn your attention to the extremely huge spaceport and starship manufacturing plant on the side, you can see a completely different scene.

Huge machines and robots of different shapes are working in full swing.

Starships of various types automatically enter the port and then leave on their own.

Under Zero's control, various repair work and fabrication are being carried out in an orderly manner.

Zoom out.

The star gold mining factory on the ice giant is running automatically.

Near the main star Gliese 555, huge pieces of Dyson clouds are quietly absorbing energy, converting it into antimatter, and storing it in corresponding areas.

Keep zooming out.

Outside the Gliese 555 star system, a large number of detectors surround the entire star system.

At this time, human civilization is like a frightened bird.

…

It is 0.1 light-years away from the Gliese 555 star system.

Following a strong fluctuation, a fleet appeared in the empty universe.

The interior of the flagship located in the central area of ​​the fleet.

An extremely tall and thin intelligent creature was busy working among them.

They come from the star Botha, 20.16 light-years away.

"Commander, we are here."

One of the Bothans spoke in a high-pitched voice in an extremely obscure language.

If anyone else hears it, they will be surprised to find that this language is very similar to the language used by the sweeper civilization.

After waiting for a while.

An equally high-pitched voice sounded.

"Gliese 555..."

Looking at the picture in the holographic projection, Commander Botha whispered softly: "A small fourth-level civilization..."
To be continued...