The universe has never been an amusement park.

Even Chen Feng himself had never seen what happened to the First Fleet.

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

Chen Feng has never underestimated the universe.

The three optimal routes he personally planned are only the best in theory, derived from his past empiricism, and are not really foolproof.

Life is precious to the individual.

Life to civilization...

Although everyone will say that every life is important, in fact, civilization itself has no feelings. Only other individuals will feel sad for the demise of an individual.

Millions of people in the First Forward Fleet came to the end of their lives silently.

The only thing that can be left is the situation report sent back by the commander before his death.

But this report was very brief and lacked reference value. It simply described the situation when the ship's intelligence went out of control and the hull disintegrated when the quantum virus took effect. Nothing else was known.

At that time, all intelligent auxiliary equipment had been damaged and the reaction time was extremely short. The captain and the scientific researchers on the ship could only do this.

The bad news ahead made the originally active atmosphere of the Third Forward Fleet suddenly become gloomy. Even the bar that the captain of the Heartfire had decorated according to Glennie's request was changed back to a solemn and solemn mechanical style.

The topic of conversation after dinner was no longer how many friends would be left when they returned home after 150 years, and how many relatives they could see, but whether the Third Fleet would disappear silently in the universe one day like the First Fleet.

What about the second fleet? Will it be the same?

What if everyone dies?

Death is not scary enough.

What is scary is that this huge group of people rushed out with a heavy responsibility and were placed with infinite hope, but in the end no one survived.

In the entire fleet, there was only one person who was as calm and composed as ever, and that was Glenny.

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

It wasn't Glenny's peculiarity that attracted Bonnie's attention again.

She had no intention of reconciling the old relationship.

It's just that James Westford, who inherited Glenny's navigator talent, is about to participate in the C-level navigator assessment.

Bonnie thinks that Glenny, as a father, should be given some role to play.

Little James has now grown tall and strong, with a dignified appearance.

"Father, I want to know how you became an S-class navigator from an ordinary person in three years."

After meeting, James' first sentence killed the conversation.

This is the biggest secret that Glennie cannot tell anyone.

His expression subtly changed several times in an instant.

"It's very simple, I just suddenly thought that I should work a little harder. Then I started to look at the materials and teach myself. When it's almost done, I will study systematically. Yeah."

Bonnie knew he was lying.

She had asked him many times before, but every time Glennie used similar excuses to prevaricate.

Even a three-year-old child in the 21st century would not believe such a clumsy lie.

"Glennie, be an honest person, James is your son."

Bonnie said angrily.

Glennie shook his head, "I'm sorry, this is all I can tell you. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it myself."

"Okay. Goodbye!"

Glennie turned around and left with James in a rage.

Watching the backs of the mother and son go away, Glennie felt a little lost.

There was almost a moment when he wanted to confess.

But when he thought of his incredible experience, he found it difficult to speak.

The experience was too incredible, just like the story in the book.

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

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

During the flight, the Second Forward Fleet encountered a rare curvature space instability shock and was completely wiped out.

This is a phenomenon that Chen Feng has seen before.

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

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

In rare cases, the curvature space will produce violent tremors, forcibly throwing out the invading foreign objects in a catapult posture.

In this process, the foreign objects will be squeezed by the three spaces at the same time.

The probability of this happening is one in ten million.

In the 35th century of the previous timeline, as humans comprehended the Grand Unified Theory and applied the constraint field to the microscopic level of materials, the ship material could withstand the impact of unstable vibrations.

But the current top-heavy human ships are simply unable to compete and can only be torn apart in an instant.

At this time, the Third Fleet is only three years away from reaching Planet K.

The three fleets that set out together are now only a pitiful single seedling, carrying the last hope.

The sacrifice of their companions is heartbreaking and nervous.

The strong sense of mission to complete the mission makes the people in the fleet uneasy.

The Third Fleet fell into another dilemma, and people's hearts were unstable.

People finally faced a psychological collapse in the sense that they might die at any time, but they dared not die, and could not afford to die.

As people's work efficiency continued to decline, more and more positions had to be converted from manual and semi-manual modes to fully intelligent control.

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

Someone must monitor the whole process. Once something wrong is found, it is necessary to 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 there is no doubt of death.

This makes the situation a dilemma.

The wanderers who have been hundreds of light years away from their hometown have completely lost their spiritual sustenance except the only belief of completing the mission.

More seriously, in the long and closed history of navigation, the human beings in the Third Fleet have formed a new social structure and have become a new race that is different from any human beings settled in the galaxy.

Their hearts have even begun to waver.

Should they continue to take the risk and move forward?

Or should we just stop right here and find a safe galaxy to settle down?

Make some proper arrangements for our children and grandchildren?

What does the matter in the solar system have to do with us?

We have tried our best.

Anyway, the war will only happen in a few hundred years, and we will be dead by then.

We have no regrets.

...

It cannot be said that these wavering people are mentally ill.

They have not experienced a truly tragic war against the compound eyes, and have not even seen the dome. Everything is based on imagination.

The imagined future will always be a little vague and difficult to understand.

Today's Morning Wind Empire does not yet have a huge territory of thousands of light years.

Hypercurvature motion at twenty times the speed of light has just been developed and used.

Hundreds and thousands of light years is still an extremely long distance in human cognition.

The long time and the insurmountable distance in cognition will quietly change some of the once firm beliefs in people's hearts.

Psychological interventionists have tried everything, but still can't make people settle down.

The super-powered bacteria that are said to be able to make this situation disappear instantly are still under development.

The commander of the third fleet asked the Imperial General Command whether to continue to lead the fleet forward by force.

The execution method is to initiate coercive measures and order everyone to shut up and return to their posts.

Most of the military system voted in favor, but the administrative system held opposing views, believing that this was more likely to bring unrest and even trigger a coup within the fleet. The

current Third Fleet is too far away from the base camp. Once a rebellion breaks out, it has no buffering ability and cannot withstand the turmoil.

The command series is worried about the Third Fleet, but is in a dilemma and can't make up its mind.

In the quantum network space unknown to everyone, Chen Feng, who has been successful in everything he has done for hundreds of years, is also facing a dilemma.

Should the "Song of the World" be used extensively in the Third Fleet by force?

He didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

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

This mechanical life cannot pose a threat to the human fleet, but humans must analyze and master the language and culture of mechanical life, communicate with it, and persuade it to release the core of the Mi tribe from its unique storage compression space.

Humans cannot use force to subdue the other party and force it to submit.

There is no fear in the cognition of mechanical life, only two options: yes or no.

It is also difficult to let the stars invade directly.

This unfortunate mechanical life has obtained part of the memory of the Mi tribe and derived new behavioral logic, and is extremely resistant to being controlled and enslaved.

Once they find that the foreign enemy has the ability to control them, they will choose to "return to zero", to escape slavery by self-destruction and waiting for the next evolutionary recovery.

Therefore, they can only communicate, but the language system of the new mechanical life born from the core of the Mi tribe is very complex and huge, and it is a programming language.

Chen Feng has quietly written it into the database.

But knowing a language does not mean that you can communicate smoothly.

It's like people from different countries have learned each other's language, but they may not understand each other's culture.

When communicating between interstellar species, humans must maintain their humanity.

But once "Song of the World" is used, it is not feasible to practice it only unilaterally on some people.

After some people are "mechanized", the other people who can still hold on will only collapse faster.

Chen Feng couldn't make a decision for a while, so he had to let Fanxing start simulation and calculation.

But Fanxing said that the situation was complicated, and it would take at least two years to get a result.

But after two years, the situation might have been out of control.

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

His favorite simulated DJ and the feasting and revelry had long been removed.

The people outside were in a hurry with sad faces.

Granny curled his lips in disdain.

What the hell is this mission? If it fails, it fails. Why be so nervous? Can't you just enjoy life?