Silent......

Fang Yan had been sitting at this small table for a whole afternoon, just like that, sitting quietly in this quiet space, thinking about something, or many, many things.

It's been a long time, since when he came to this immigration ship five years ago, he was still full of hope and anticipation, but when he crossed over, he realized that there was no hope in this world at all.

So he was waiting, waiting for a feeling, a kind of ethereal feeling that would only have existed before he crossed over, because he knew that as long as he could cross, then humanity still had a future.

But until now, all that remains seems to be self-deception......

"Sir, it's time for you to have dinner."

A voice sounded next to him, Fang Yan turned his head in a daze, looked at Rammons, who seemed to stay by his side forever, and slowly murmured, "Rammons, do you want to go home?" ”

"Home, do you mean the Spark base? That's where I was born? Ramones replied with some confusion.

"Probably, Earth ......," Fang Yan said, glancing back abruptly, but all he saw was cold steel.

"Based on the current situation, sir, you probably know what we can do." Ramones replied tactfully, "I think you need to have dinner first and then have a proper relaxation." ”

"Huh," Fang Yan exhaled, then shook his head at Rammons, "Rammons, can you send a stream ......of information in the direction where the message is coming from." ”

"Sir, what do you mean?" Rammons asked, without saying a word.

"That's right." Fang Yan nodded, as if he had made up his mind, and continued, "Rammons, I need you, to send our location in the direction this message is coming from, by any means. ”

"Sir, you should know that it is a very dangerous practice to be the first in the universe to reveal your coordinates."

"Nothing is worse than now, is it? Besides, as you said, it seems to be a language used exclusively for communication between your intelligent beings, and he said, 'Son, go home.' It's possible to just let you go home, isn't it? Fang Yan said with a wry smile, and then shook his head helplessly, "Rammons, I am a human, and I can only live until the spaceship runs out of energy, and at that time, the human race will be wiped out." ”

"Sir, I still don't want you to do this, the danger of unpredictability is too great, of course, if you insist, I will still follow your idea." Ramons replied, "You know, I'm only going to think about things from the safest point of view. ”

"I know, but Ramones, life is a big gamble, and now, I'm the only one left at this table facing the old bastard of fate." Fang Yan said, and the whole person slowly spread out on the seat, "But we don't have any chips to bet on, except for our future." ”

"Mr. ......"

"I've had enough, Ramones, I've really had enough, I don't want to grow old in this starry sky filled with death, and then become the corpses we saw before, emitting a foul stench." The tongue roared, as if to release everything,

"So I want to gamble everything I have, even if in the end we have to be slaves, even if I'm going to be dissected later, but Ramones, you know what, I'm not afraid of death, it's something I've never wanted to carry, but what they've always carried." Fang Yan stared at Ramons and said, but at the end there was a cry, a kind of pain, "What I'm afraid of is that after I die, if I go to the Netherworld, Ma Donghai will ask me, they will ask me what happened next, I'm afraid I won't be able to answer......"

A cold hand slowly rested on Fang Yan's shoulder, he glanced sideways slightly, looked at Ramons and said slowly, "I want to bet on everything, everything, the future of humanity, my future, my identity, my abilities, my life, Ramones, I just want to have a clear conscience, you know?" ”

There was silence, only the red light on Ramons' head kept flickering, as if trying to understand the heart of the dialect at the moment......

"Sir, I think I should need a transmitter, preferably quantum communication, because it might be quicker to get in touch with each other." Ramones said slowly, and in a trance, Fang Yan seemed to see a smiling face, a smile emanating from Ramons.

"What do you need, I'll do it, there will definitely be a quantum communication instrument on the immigration ship, let me think about it, and then let Xinghuo cut off the communication system, so that you can send signals directly without going through Xinghuo's transfer, so what do we need, I want to think about it......"

"A data line, sir, this is what we need right now." Ramons prompted as he looked at the dialect that seemed to be unable to find its way.

"Yes, yes, data cable, yes, that's it, let's go to the material library, there should be a match in it, there will be one." Fang Yan nodded vigorously and said, then touched the tears in his eyes with his hand, and said anxiously, "Rammons, let's go now." ”

"Okay, sir, if there are no problems, I think I can lead the way, and you can think about what messages you need to send when you are on the way." Rammons said, then bent down slightly and made a gesture of invitation to the dialect.

Nodding, Fang Yan slowly took a few breaths of slightly dull air, closed his mask, and followed Ramons' slow pace......

……

"Sir, all the information has been converted, the direction has been located, and now we are waiting for your command." Quantum Communication Communication Center, Ramons turned his head to look at the dialect standing on the side and said.

Taking a deep breath, facing the opponent of fate, holding the only chips he had in his hand, Fang Yan's eyes slowly became firm, decisive, or desperate,

"Rammons, send."

"The information has been sent, sir, according to my analysis, we need to send it continuously, so as to cover the star field where the information flow appears, so as to ensure that this information flow will have a sufficient probability to be received by the other party." Ramones replied,

"Let's set up a program." Dialect said.

"The program is already set." Ramons quickly replied, "But before you give the order to stop, this immigration ship will lose its means of long-range communication." ”

"The immigration ship, the remnant ship......" Fang Yan shook his head with a wry smile when he heard this, waved his hand and walked out the door, "We have put out the chips, and the rest of the things may have to wait for the future history books to see, of course, if there is any......"

As he spoke, Fang Yan stopped at the door, looked back at Rammons, exhaled, and said, "Rammons, what are you going to eat tonight?" ”

"Sir, I have to remind you that now should be the time for supper, and eating too much at this point in time is not good for your stomach." Ramones said, giving the dialect the feeling of a gentleman who was not a man of words, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"Well, that's not good, Rammons, and I've always had good gut function."

"Then maybe you can try mashed bibimbap later, and then roast a small sweet potato, and if it is fruit, it seems that there is only sweet potato......"

"It's not bad, but I want the mashed potatoes to be spicy beef."

"Then I'll go and prepare ...... now"