Atocha, who was staring at the screen, was startled awake by the sound of the door opening.
Perhaps because he had been staring at the image of Proxima Centauri for too long, Atocana's three pairs of narrow visual organs were now filled with doubt and confusion.
In his memory, the door had only been opened once.
That was the first time he entered this room.
Light footsteps sounded.
Atocha turned his head to look.
When he saw the Proxima Centauri dressed in black, a fine tingle instantly appeared on the top of his mind.
Black!
Those are clothes only Lyle can wear!
Lyle, the so-called prophet and scientist in the Proxima Centauri civilization's prophecy.
They were also among the most prestigious people.
Without a second thought, he quickly stood up from the chair, raised his forelimbs, and placed them on top of his thought organs.
At the same time, the skin at the top of the thought organ became incredibly smooth under Atocha's deliberate control.
This is how the Proxima Centauri civilization expressed respect.
"Lord Lyle, you..."
The Proxima Centauri glanced at the somewhat oppressive surroundings, and his three pairs of eyes immediately narrowed.
His mind made no attempt to hide his disgust.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lyle roared at Atoka in an extremely sharp tone.
Atocha trembled slightly and crouched down even lower.
"Yes...yes!"
"Lord Lyle, please look this way. Some time ago, when I was observing the main star..."
Lyle used his powerful forelimbs to ruthlessly pull Atocha aside.
"Alright, move aside!"
"I can see it myself!"
Having spent a long time in this room, Atocha lacked exercise, so his muscle strength was naturally inferior to Lyle's.
The moment Lyle's forelimbs touched him, Atocha felt a sudden lightness in his body.
Suddenly, the world spun around him, and he was thrown to the ground like a garbage bag.
Atocha dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
The reason is simple.
In Lyle's eyes, the combined lives of all the Atochas couldn't even compare to the black coat he was wearing.
If Atocha angered him, Lyle had the right to execute him on the spot.
As for who will take over his task...
The incubation center will naturally use the corresponding reproductive cells to incubate new Atocha.
Lyle glanced disdainfully at Atoka, who was slumped on the ground.
"I've really learned a lot..."
"Even a mere Atocha can use an optical telescope to observe the starry sky."
"Heh...can you even understand it?"
Atocha did not respond to Lyle's mockery.
Lyle turned his head away, looking bored, and looked at the instrument in front of him again.
He carefully extended a small fingernail from his forelimb and gently tapped a few buttons on the instrument.
It was as if the instrument in front of me was stained with something dirty.
When he saw the dark, glowing object on the screen, his three pairs of visual organs instantly narrowed.
"hiss……"
Lyle pressed the pause button and carefully observed the effects in front of him.
a long time.
"Damn it, why is the image so blurry!"
An angry shout rang out in the room.
Atocha, left trembling in his fallen position, cautiously replied, "Lord Lyle, this is the lowest-end optical telescope, I..."
"Shut up!" Lyle snapped angrily. "You're interrupting my train of thought!"
Atocha trembled slightly and lay down on the ground again, pretending to be dead.
He quietly reached out and covered the top of his mental organs to prevent them from revealing his innermost thoughts.
"...I want to take this telescope with me!"
Lyle angrily slammed his forelimb against the monitor in front of him and continued speaking in a shrill voice.
Without waiting for Atocha's response, Lyle pressed a button on his watch.
The door opened again the next moment.
Several strong and robust Proxima Centauri invaded Atocha's "territory".
Under Atocha's watchful eye, the optical telescope was forcibly dismantled and carried out of the room along with the observation instruments beside it.
Then, Lyle, dressed in black, stepped over Atocha's head and walked out of the somewhat dirty room.
The door closed again, isolating the outside world from the inside.
To date, this door has been opened a total of three times.
For the first time, it took away his freedom.
The second time, it took away his dignity.
The third time, however, took away his last hope.
Atocha silently rose from the ground, and extremely complex ripples appeared on the skin at the top of his thought organ.
He was angry, resentful, and desperate.
Countless negative emotions surged within his mind.
Ah, the Proxima Centauri civilization.
With a total population of just over 100 million, class divisions are extremely pronounced, and ideologies are rigid...
According to the long-standing theory of civilization potential, the Proxima Centauri civilization at this time should be the lowest level of interstellar civilization!
Atocha silently stared at the "scar" left on the ground after the optical telescope had been dismantled, and a crazy idea gradually surfaced in his mind.
He looked at the instruments in front of him that hadn't changed their design in hundreds of years, and wrinkles appeared on the skin at the top of his mind organs.
...
A few days later.
Atocha stared at the buttons on the instrument in front of him, lost in thought.
This is the button that was used to send a message to the solar system last time.
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