In fact, most of the equipment in the observation base can operate automatically. Lin Ke is just an alternative with higher authority. When it releases the authority, the order of the base quickly returns to normal, and some machines that have not been used for a hundred years start to operate.
Today, the routine data exchange, agreed upon before the Spark Project began, would begin. As the Sparks drifted further and further apart, the cost of data exchange grew ever greater. Lin Ke had been preparing for this exchange for four hundred years, and by the next time, perhaps even twice as much time wouldn't be enough.
Countless gaps opened up on the surface of Ceobenes facing away from the sun, and countless huge and heavy super-large engineering machines came out one after another, assembling the various parts they carried. A ring-shaped laser emission array with 18 circles nested inside and outside appeared on the planet's equatorial belt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the pipelines like a spider web were connected, leading directly to the deep underground of the planet.
The "Sky Eye" in the synchronous orbit also began to deform. The center of the huge wok was opened up, and the material that constructed the bottom of the pot was evenly broken down into small pieces, and then reassembled into a cylindrical confinement reflector with a diameter of 3 kilometers.
This process lasted for several months. When the mission reached its final stage, Lin Ke suddenly came to his senses and took over the subsequent work - he had something to say to the universe...
The world never stops moving because of one person's changes. Catherine, who was far away, ended her tiring day and lay down on her large and soft bed.
This was the only place where she could relax without caring about her image. After a while, she squinted her eyes and squirmed in the quilt, sniffing the scent of baked aromatherapy on the sheets, and crawling from one corner of the bed to the other, making some comfortable humming sounds like a little animal in her throat.
After venting her emotions, she leaned back on the pillow, staring at the patterned ceiling and the warm-toned chandelier in a daze.
The girl's bedroom was smaller than expected, so it couldn't hold too many miscellaneous items. Besides the things a room should have, there was only a half-human-high pink teddy bear that could barely be considered a decoration. It was completely different from what a girl her age should have.
Fortunately, Catherine wasn't interested in those childish toys. She preferred stories and legends filled with the smell of ink to those expensive, furry handicrafts. She loved books, and her family's financial situation just happened to support her hobby - this was really lucky.
These days, if you want to find a book you want among the vast sea of books, you need more than just the quantum speed ability to read hundreds of lines at a glance. You must also establish an entire physical archiving organization for this purpose, which is not something that only powerful families can do.
While the resurgence of printed novels in this era is due to the rise of low-cost papermaking a century ago, the stories that form the core of novels are the thoughts of people, unleashed like wild horses under cruel exploitation and pressure. From ancient times to the present, the more chaotic and disordered the times, the more unbridled the thoughts are. This is evident in the countless literary treasures created by people, some of which have even survived for thousands of years without decay.
As a reader, Katherine loved science fiction that imagined the future. She often imagined herself soaring among the stars, bathing in gas clouds and giant jets, and gazing down at the sea of clouds from the peaks of alien mountains. She wanted to be at the center of an interstellar battlefield atop Orion, witness the C-rays blazing near the Tannhäuser Gate, and observe a complete supernova explosion from a distance from the best possible vantage point. She wanted to peer into the future through the barriers of time, let her tears condense in the rain, and escape the fear of death—even though, for millennia, humanity had been unable to escape the confines of the solar system.
Katherine says goodnight to the world.
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