The universe has never been a playground.

What happened to the First Fleet had never even been seen by Chen Feng himself.

The depth of information of this quantum virus is comparable to that of ZS bacteria.

Chen Feng has never despised the universe.

The three optimal routes he planned by himself are only theoretically optimal, derived from his past empiricism, and are not really foolproof.

Life is precious to the individual.

Life is to civilization......

Although every mouth will say that every life is important, in fact, civilization itself has no feelings, and it is only other individuals who will feel sad about the death of individuals.

The millions of people in the First Forward Fleet quietly came to the end of their lives.

The only thing left was the commander's deathbed debriefing.

However, this report is very brief and lacks reference value, and only briefly describes the situation when the ship's intelligence is out of control and the capsule disintegrates on its own when the quantum virus takes effect, and nothing else is known.

At that time, all the intelligent auxiliary equipment was damaged, and the reaction time was extremely short, and the captain and the scientific workers on board could only do this.

The bad news ahead suddenly darkened the lively atmosphere of the Third Forward Fleet, and even the bar that the captain of the Heartfire had set up at Glennie's request was replaced with a solemn mechanical style.

The topic of conversation after tea and dinner is no longer how many friends and relatives will be left when they return home in a hundred and fifty years, but whether the Third Fleet will one day disappear into the universe like the First Fleet.

What about the Second Fleet, will it be the same?

What if everyone dies?

Death is not scary enough.

The terrible thing is that the mighty group rushed out with a heavy responsibility, and were pinned on infinite hopes, but in the end, they did not survive.

In the entire fleet, there is only one person who is as calm and calm as ever, and it is Glennie.

Bonnie Westford, who hadn't seen him for decades, finally found him again.

It wasn't Glennie's peculiarity that recaptured Bonnie's attention.

She didn't have the idea of rebuilding the old good.

It's just that James Westford, who inherited Glenny's talent as a navigator, is about to take the C-class navigator exam.

Bonnie thinks that Glennie, the father, should play a role.

Today, little James is tall and dignified.

"Father, I wonder how you went from an ordinary person to an S-class navigator in three years."

After meeting, Jaime's first words were to kill the day.

This is the biggest secret Glennie can't tell.

His expression changed subtly in an instant.

"It's very simple, it's just that I suddenly feel like I should try a little harder. Then I started looking at the materials and learning on my own. Wait for almost, and then go to systematic learning. Well. ”

Bonnie knew he was lying.

She had asked him many times before, but each time Glennie had prevaricated with similar excuses.

This is a clumsy lie that even a three-year-old child of the 21st century would not believe.

"Glenny, be honest, Jaime is your son."

Bonnie said indignantly.

Glennie shook his head, "I'm sorry, that's all I can say to you. Believe it or not, I believe it myself. ”

"Okay. Good bye! ”

Enraged, Glennie took Jaime and turned away.

Seeing the backs of the mother and son go away, Glennie felt a little lost in his heart.

Almost for a moment, he wanted to confess.

But when he thought of what had happened to him, he couldn't speak.

That experience was so unbelievable, like the story in China.

He thought that maybe even if he said it, no one would believe it.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During the flight, the Second Forward Fleet encountered a rare unstable shock in the curvature space and was completely annihilated.

This is a phenomenon that Chen Feng has seen.

The operation of curvature space has its own laws that distinguish it from the original three-dimensional space.

Human ships use artificial curvature bubbles to break the barrier and fly into the curvature space, which is equivalent to putting a drop of oil in the water.

On rare occasions, the curvature space will vibrate violently, forcibly throwing the intruding foreign object out in a catapult attitude.

In this process, the foreign object will be squeezed by the triple space at the same time.

The probability of this happening is 1 in 10,000.

In the 35th century, as mankind comprehended the theory of unification and applied the binding force field to the microscopic level of materials, the material of ships could resist the impact of unstable shocks.

But the top-heavy human ships on the current development route are simply powerless to contend with it, and can only be torn apart in an instant.

At this time, the Third Fleet was only three years away from arriving on K-star.

The three fleets that had been mighty when they set out together were now only a pitiful lone seedling, carrying the last hope.

The sacrifice of his companions is painful and terrifying.

The strong sense of mission to complete the mission made it difficult for the people in the fleet to sleep.

The Third Fleet was in another predicament, unstable.

People are finally on the verge of collapse in the psychology that they may die at any time, but they dare not die, and they can't afford to die.

As people's work efficiency continues to decline, more and more positions have to be changed from manual and semi-manual mode to fully intelligent control.

However, not long ago, the Xingfeng Academy of Sciences put forward new guidance for the previous quantum virus.

Someone must monitor the whole process, and once the signs are found to be wrong, they will immediately switch from automatic control to full manual operation, then there is about a 30% chance of controlling the situation before the ship disintegrates, otherwise it will definitely die.

This makes the situation a dilemma.

The wanderers, who have been hundreds of light-years away from home, have completely lost their spiritual sustenance except for the only belief in completing their mission.

To put it more seriously, over the course of a long and closed history of sailing, the humans of the Third Fleet have formed a new social structure that is different from any other human race that has settled in the galaxy.

Their hearts are even beginning to waver.

Should we continue to venture forward?

Or do you just stop and find a safe galaxy to settle into?

Make some good arrangements for your own children and grandchildren?

What does the solar system have to do with us?

We've worked hard.

Anyway, the war will be hundreds of years away, and we will be dead by then.

We are worthy of our hearts.

……

It cannot be said that this part of the shakers is not sound-minded.

They hadn't experienced a truly tragic war against the Compound Eyes, they hadn't even seen the Dome yet, everything was built on the imagination.

The imaginary future will always be a little illusory and difficult to fathom.

Today's Morrowind Empire does not yet possess a vast territory of thousands of light-years.

Hypercurved motion at 20 times the speed of light has only just been developed and put into use.

Hundreds of light years is still an incomparably long distance in human cognition.

The long distance between time and cognition that cannot be crossed will quietly change some of the beliefs that were once firm in people's hearts.

Psychotherapists have tried everything they can, but they still can't calm people down.

Legend has it that the super-energy bacteria that can make this situation disappear in an instant are still under development.

The commander of the Third Fleet asked the Imperial General Command if he wanted to use force to continue to lead the fleet.

The method of enforcement is to activate coercive measures, and order everyone to shut up and return to their posts.

Most of the military system voted in favor, but the administration disagreed, arguing that it was more likely to lead to unrest and even a coup d'état within the fleet.

The current Third Fleet is too far away from its base camp, and once it mutinies, it has no buffer ability and cannot withstand the toss at all.

The command series was heartbroken about the Third Fleet, but he was in a dilemma and couldn't pay attention to it.

In the quantum cyberspace that no one knows, Chen Feng, who has been invincible no matter what he does for hundreds of years, is also facing a dilemma.

Is it mandatory to make widespread use of "Song of the World" in the Third Fleet?

He didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

The all-metal K-star is a special planetary system that nurtures a kind of mechanical life that has not yet reached the first level of civilization.

This mechanical life cannot pose a threat to the human fleet, but the human must analyze and master the language and culture of the mechanical life, communicate with it, and convince the other party to get the other party to release the Mystery Core from its unique storage compression space.

It is impossible for human beings to subdue the other side by force and force the other side to comply.

There is no fear at all in the perception of mechanical life, there are only two options: yes or no.

It's also difficult to get the stars to invade directly.

This hapless mechanical life has gained some of the memories of the mysteries, and has derived a new behavioral logic, extremely resistant to being controlled and enslaved.

Once they discover that a foreign enemy has the ability to control themselves, they will choose to "zero" to escape enslavement by self-destructing and waiting for the next evolutionary resurgence.

Therefore, it can only communicate, and the language system of the new mechanical life that can be born on the core of the mystery is very complex and large, and it is a programming language.

Chen Feng has quietly written it into the database.

But knowing the language doesn't mean you can communicate smoothly.

It's like people from different countries learn each other's words, but they don't necessarily understand each other's culture.

When communicating between interstellar species, humans must remain human.

But once the "Song of the World" is used, it is not feasible to practice it on some people one-sidedly.

After some people are "mechanized", the other part of the people who could have held out will only collapse faster.

Chen Feng couldn't make a decision for a while, so he could only let Fanxing start to simulate and deduce calculations.

But Fanxing said that the situation is complicated, and it will take two years to get the results at the earliest.

But two years later, the situation may have gotten out of control.

On the Heartfire, Granny was sitting alone by the door of the empty bar.

His favorite drums and glamours are long gone.

The people outside were looking at each other with sad faces.

Granny pouted disdainfully.

What hell is the task, if it fails, it fails, why be so nervous, can't you enjoy life well?