Merriken, NASA, Mars Mission Center.

Armstrong Jr. went to work as usual.

Yes, his name is little Armstrong, but he is not the son of Armstrong, the first man on the moon, he is just an ordinary NASA staff member responsible for receiving and analyzing information from the Mars rover.

This kind of work is actually very boring, and after coming and saying hello to his colleagues, he will sit here for a day.

In addition to going to the toilet, drinking coffee, and eating, he has to sit in front of the computer and receive the boring, but very large amount of information.

The key is that interplanetary communication is too difficult, whether it is the signal strength of the orbiter or the rover, the signal strength is average, and the signal with a very clear goal is good to say, there is a special enhanced analysis system.

I'm afraid of the large amount of "useless" information.

It's not that this information is really useless, but it's not within the scope of the task setting, but if you don't parse it, you don't know if it's useful or not.

It was very difficult to find useful things from all this mess, but I had to find them.

It's too difficult to send a piece of equipment to Mars successfully, and if you miss some key information outside of the mission, you'll die.

So any information that comes back has to be parsed out until it's sure it's really useless.

Finally, it has to be sealed and put in the archive.

Because being useless now does not mean that it will be useless in the future, technology and human cognition of the universe are constantly evolving, and no one can guarantee anything.

Again, if you miss any key information, you really lose it.

Today is predictable, another busy day.

"Tom, how are you doing over there, can you get a result today?" Armstrong Jr. grabbed his hair and asked his colleague to the left.

"No, there is too much data, the amount of computing is too large, and the share of supercomputer computing we get is limited, and we can't produce it in a short time." Chubby Tom took a big sip of coffee, then leaned back in his chair with a loveless look.

"At least tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, one of the people sitting on the other side of Armstrong Jr. spoke.

This man has a sharp beak and monkey gills, is of short stature, and wears a pair of thick glasses, and has a lewd appearance.

Seeing that the two colleagues had taken a break to start chatting, he also took a break, relaxed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair and said: "Alas, we can stand this kind of boring work, when we built the 'Perseverance' before, we all conducted live broadcasts, and those engineers have become stars, when will we be famous." ”

Hearing him say this, little Armstrong shrugged his shoulders and said: "Jerry, don't think about it, we usually don't even see a rocket, except for the data analyzed and related to aerospace, and the place of work is in the space agency, the rest has nothing to do with aerospace, let alone any fame." ”

"That's it," Tom added, "I tweeted that I was a space agency worker, and people didn't believe it, and we were so boring to work." ”

"Damn," Jerry hammered on the table, "I used to think about coming here to find something about aliens, who knew that I would analyze the data every day, and I couldn't find any trace of aliens, so I would have gone to Las Vegas." ”

As soon as he said this, the other two also fell silent.

Don't think that working at the space agency really loves aerospace, of course, there must be those who are very hobby, but at least they are not.

What they really love is aliens.

They think that there are aliens in this world, and they have been to Earth, and even think that there are secrets in the space agency, secrets about aliens.

As enthusiasts, there are many ways to obtain information, some are only collected and communicated on the Internet, and some are running around in reality, but they are different, they have entered the space agency with their own strength.

It's definitely one of the closest places to aliens on Earth.

Area 51 next to Las Vegas is more mysterious, but it's a military zone, and they don't have the guts to force their way into Area 51 like some enthusiasts, so they managed to get here.

But after coming here, I just went around the computer, and I had permission in every way, and I couldn't do anything without permission.

But they can be worried.

If it weren't for the love for aliens and the fact that they happened to find like-minded people, they would have been unable to survive a long time ago.

Not only are the three in this room the same alien enthusiasts, but there are also quite a few enthusiasts in other institutions and departments.

Usually they don't talk much, and after finding some clues, they secretly report it to the alien group outside, and then everyone is excited for a while.

But these messages have a characteristic, that is, there is no stone hammer, and most of the "alien information" they think is also a guess or "restoration" based on the information.

It's just that they got some things they want to see, and the information that is not conducive to the "alien existence theory" or "alien coming" theory has long been automatically blocked by them.

And while they were chatting, little Armstrong's computer suddenly sounded "tick-tick".

"Don't talk about it, there is data coming over again, work, otherwise it will accumulate more and more, and you will be scolded again at the end of the month." Armstrong Jr. hurried back to work.

Tom and Jerry's computer is silent, proving that they can continue to touch fish, and it's still nice that their friends have to work while they do it.

So Jerry raised his glasses and asked with a grin, "How is it, is it an alien message?" ”

Normally, little Armstrong would have replied "no" with a sigh, but this time, he didn't reply, but kept staring at the computer screen.

And the more I looked, the more surprised I became, and I opened my mouth.

Seeing this scene, Tom and Jerry glanced at each other and quickly got down in front of Armstrong's computer screen.

"Hiss~ Hell, it's a very regular repeating signal!"

"And it's clear, it's precise information, it's passed directly to the detector, and then the detector comes back."

"This signal pattern...... I haven't seen it, it doesn't seem to belong to any detectors. ”

"I think so, Tom, give me the spacecraft signal identification library!"

"Okay," Tom agreed, and immediately sat down in his place, giving him the spacecraft signal identification library.

Little Armstrong immediately began to compare, and the other two stared at each other.

"It's not other domestic models of Mars probes, it's not from the Oil Alliance, it's not Europa's, it's not Tianxia's, it's not ......"

The identification codes were compared one by one, and even the information patterns of the detectors that had failed were compared, and they were not.

It's not even the signal pattern of other celestial probes, and the existing spacecraft signal numbers don't match this.

Tom and Jerry join in, and because the information is accurate, they quickly determine that it is not meaningless cosmic background radiation, nor is it a machine failure.

The rover gave more information and confirmed that it was a Mars rover that had not been filed.

But launching such a major task as a Mars probe will definitely not be quiet, but after checking the archives, there is no extra Mars exploration rocket launch?

That's when they thought of their hobby!

Everyone was excited!

"Finally...... Finally ......"

"The aliens are coming!!"

"This is stone hammer proof!!"