Angelia, who was far away on the rooftop, also understood.

She looked at the last photo. Behind the photo of her mother's tombstone, there was the only record written by her father:

【After you leave

I can't help but think back to that city at night

bonfire of lights

I'm sitting on the rooftop

Time is short yet extremely long

The wind flows through my ears and brings the sounds of the whole world]

at the same time.

In St. Basil's Cathedral.

Professor Leonid was silent.

He understands,

Leander has probably been living in a past that he cannot remember.

at the same time.

He is also tragically limited by his status as a noble, the glory of his family, and the choice he can never make.

No one can escape the past.

And after Mr. Duke frankly stated his wish.

He finally sat on the seat next to Leonid.

then.

Within five minutes.

After the carrier rocket experienced data orbit yaw.

One by one, the subjects entered the room.

Except for the three evangelists, all the others are researchers from the "Constellation Orbiting Project".

in the vast majority of them.

In fact, there may be some unfinished regrets in my heart.

But at this moment.

Everyone who can stand here.

Everyone probably understands the consequences.

But he still chose to agree.

Boxes containing God's genes were brought here by Randy Boyle, the escort captain of the Stargate Arbitration Association.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]

Except for the three that were taken away by Curator Mellen in K20 and the God Gene Mixture that was lost due to the traitors of the Arbitration Council.

All other quantities are placed here.

now.

Pravda's live broadcast of the liftoff of the core of the Heinsblot space station.

It is clear.

Not to mention that this rocket will not follow the previously established climbing trajectory.

Even breaking through the atmosphere may be difficult.

The barrage atmosphere is also a bit suffocating:

【Is there really nothing you can do】

[It seems that this Russian Federation experiment is destined to fail.

I hope they can determine the point where the rocket crashed and complete the evacuation in time without causing any loss of personnel or property]

[The environment in Northern Siberia is still very empty. I can only say that fortunately this time it is not a manned rocket]

[Is there no other remedy? Does anyone have an answer?]

I saw many people asking this.

The barrage flashed an answer from Mr. John Levich, a doctor of astronomy from Moscow State University who was certified by Pravda:

[If the rocket is now in outer space.

Perhaps we can also change the propulsion trajectory in a detached manner by forcibly grading the tail.

But if we are still bound by the strong field of macroscopic universal gravitation of the earth's material waves.

Based on Robert Goddard's (roddard) rocket propulsion data analysis.

I can only say.

The possibility of redress is extremely slim.]

I saw professionals say this,

The vast majority of the audience has given up hope.

at the same time.

There were several retired Soviet astronauts who had made an appointment to have a drink when the rocket took off.

But at this time.

Do not know why.

The wine was placed in front of them, but they had no interest in it.

Mistakes are not unfamiliar in the history of science, but treating astronomy astronauts as an experiment is too costly.

after all.

After Armstrong's moon landing.

The U.S. Apollo program began to gradually stall.

For civilization, behind any tragic failure is a huge waste of resources.

It is no longer possible for the Russian Federation to continue trial and error endlessly.

An old astronaut sighed:

"Now we can only hope for a miracle to happen."

"I heard that a miracle really happened in St. Basil's Cathedral today."

I heard an old friend next to me say this.

An old man with strong muscles who had been exercising said in a deep voice:

"In the past sixty-seven years, I have never begged for the gaze of a god.

but now.

I really hope a god can respond."

now.

Located at the Plesetsk Cosmodrome near the Arctic Circle.

Brent, the chief engineer of the Heinsblot space station, finally released his grip on the can of non-alcoholic beverage.

He said calmly:

"teacher.

Are the daytime meteors you mentioned about to appear?"

Brent did not choose to lower his head in the end.

He raised his head and stood up straight.

then.

He performed a military salute in an extremely standard manner.

At the same time, all the seven hundred and twenty-five scientific researchers at the main observation station stood up and saluted according to the highest standards of the Russian Federation:

“My highest respect to the pioneers!”

Thousands of kilometers away.

Pacific waters.

Samoa Watch Point.
To be continued...