Proxima Centauri b.
Inside an office deep within the parliament building in the central city.
"...That's roughly the situation. I'm sorry, but you'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own." The person in charge of the Sociology Division of the Human Alliance Fleet Academy of Sciences said with a guilty expression, "It's a pity we couldn't help much."
A faint background voice announced: "Hibernation procedure is about to begin, please..."
"Feel sorry."
The head of the sociology division apologized again.
The next moment, the video communication within the holographic projection was cut off.
The final scene shows rows of perfectly neat hibernation pods.
The office was dark, with only the faint light from the holographic projection illuminating the surrounding objects.
The person sitting behind the desk pursed their lips tightly, silently watching the holographic projection in front of them.
The holographic projection displayed the five large characters: "Communication interrupted."
"Why……"
The figure behind the desk sighed heavily: "Zhengqing, from now on we have to rely on ourselves."
Another voice came from the corner of the office.
It was another extremely heavy sigh.
"Yes...we have to rely on ourselves."
"The fleet itself is probably in dire straits."
The figure behind the desk didn't speak, but simply waved gently.
The next second, a burst of light shone forth.
The office was as bright as day; the original darkness was instantly dispelled by the cool-toned lighting.
The pale light illuminated the scene in the office.
Ren Feng, Zhang Zhengqing.
The two leaders of the current human civilization on Proxima Centauri.
Since no one was willing to run for the presidency and no one stood out within the Academy of Sciences, the two had no choice but to continue shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing human civilization on Proxima Centauri.
only……
This task is far too difficult.
Even though the two underwent enhanced lifespan extension modifications.
However, under intense work pressure, the two of them aged much faster than normal.
At this moment, Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing had full heads of white hair, and their faces were covered with wrinkles.
The atmosphere in the office was extremely heavy.
Just now, the Human Alliance Fleet Academy of Sciences initiated the latest communication with them.
During the communications, they learned about the fleet's current situation.
When they learned that the human fleet had been targeted by the Level 8 Sweeper civilization, both of them showed deep worry in their eyes.
Both men fell silent when they heard that the fleet was about to begin its hibernation process and leave Gliese 555 in five years, forced to flee to more distant star systems in search of survival.
"Humans...it's too hard." Zhang Zhengqing pursed his lips and sighed deeply.
Ren Feng didn't speak, but just sat quietly in the chair, his eyelids slightly drooping, seemingly lost in thought.
suddenly.
"Zhengqing, how much hope do you think we have left?"
Ren Feng didn't look up, but asked himself, "I don't think there's any hope. What do you think?"
Zhang Zhengqing sighed again.
This sigh sent a slight shiver down Ren Feng's spine.
“Almost zero,” Zhang Zhengqing said in a low voice. “Supplies are scarce, and internal conflicts have not yet been resolved…”
"More than a hundred years ago, we completely lost the opportunity to leave Proxima Centauri b and go out into the stars."
"Even with the theoretical help from the Fleet Academy of Sciences, theory is still just theory. What we need most right now is not theory."
Ren Feng nodded silently.
really.
After more than a century of effort, he finally came to terms with reality.
All the problems that Proxima Centauri b have can be attributed to insufficient resources.
Ren Feng turned his head to look at the window to the side.
Outside the window, there was a lifeless world.
He slowly closed his weary eyes, his mind flashing with memories from hundreds of years ago, shortly after the human fleet left.
The scenes that unfolded in the Proxima Centauri holographic theater once again resurfaced in his mind.
A tear suddenly slid down his wrinkled face.
"...I'm tired."
Ren Feng's voice made Zhang Zhengqing tremble slightly.
"Zhengqing, I have an idea."
Ren Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a long-unseen glint of light flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes.
...
Two years later.
Earth year 2505.
The Gliese 555 star system has become quite deserted over the past two years.
Around Dawn Star, a large human fleet remained silently stationary in the desolate space.
Occasionally, a fleeting glimpse of light can be seen through the starship's window, but most of the time, the space inside is incredibly dark.
It was as if there was no one on these starships at all.
However, if you shift your gaze to the enormous spaceport and starship manufacturing plant on the side, you will see a completely different scene.
Huge machines and robots of various shapes are working busily.
Starships of various models automatically entered the port and then left on their own.
Under Zero's control, various repair and manufacturing operations are proceeding in an orderly manner.
Zoom out.
The star gold mining factory on the ice giant is operating automatically.
Near the host star Gliese 555, enormous Dyson clouds are quietly absorbing energy and converting it into antimatter, storing it in their respective regions.
Zoom out further.
Outside the Gliese 555 star system, numerous probes have enveloped the entire star system.
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