Set off
Once things reach a point of no return, all arrows will be fired at once.
Protecting the lives of our people is the top priority.
Given the current situation, we must take precautions.
Fan Siwen was well aware of the arduous mission, so he brought several kilograms of extra dry food before setting off.
What I fear is not that my life is in imminent danger and I will be unable to play my best role at the critical moment.
Instead, they were worried that the food in space might not be good for them on their first try, causing a physical reaction.
Although Song Yize's faster-than-light technology could reach its destination in minutes.
However, given the long journey and the unknown dangers of the galaxy they were to reach, Fan Siwen made preparations for both possibilities.
As for Huang Zhongqian's claim that he would assign Mo Yang and Chen Lili to his command, he didn't take it to heart at all.
One person is enough; having those two burdens would only cause more trouble.
Not to mention, as a rear support force, they provide assistance to themselves.
Ugh, he'd rather not have it.
I did not contact either of them at all.
At this critical moment, Fan Siwen's top priority was to make contact with Song Yize No. 2.
Compared to Mo Yang, he felt that Song Yize No. 2 might be more reliable.
At least—this person has a kind face.
After striving to become comrades-in-arms with Song Yize No. 2, Fan Siwen's first action was to go find Song Yize No. 2.
After listening to the ship's commander's departure speech, Fan Siwen and the other crew members went to the dining hall for a meal.
Apart from a few people who have been assigned to their posts, everyone else is currently at the restaurant.
The ship is enormous, and its restaurant is highly distinctive and fully equipped.
Fan Siwen searched through the various spaces and finally found the person in the waiting line in front of a restaurant called S.
After getting her food in the next queue, Fan Siwen immediately squeezed past the person sitting next to Song Yize No. 2, put down her tray, and plopped down in her seat.
Those nearby, seeing this unfamiliar face, did not respond in a friendly manner, but instead politely kept their distance.
Seeing this, Fan Siwen moved closer again.
Are you crazy?
Can you speak Chinese?
After a moment's reaction, the other person repeated, "Are you crazy?!"
Fan Siwen smiled; that was exactly what he was waiting for.
"I like making friends, let's be friends."
"I don't like it."
Without even an apology, Fan Siwen thought to himself, "Finally, I've seen this person's impolite side."
Upon first encountering a human clone, Fan Siwen seemed to find enjoyment in it, launching a barrage of verbal attacks at the people eating nearby.
The person couldn't eat anymore and took their tray to another table.
How interesting, how interesting! Seeing this, Fan Siwen loved it even more.
Being able to bully Song Yize one day would be an extremely memorable event.
Who cares if it's true or false?
If he bullies someone, it's his fault.
Looking at the people at the table in the distance, eating with spoons, Fan Siwen seemed to be thinking of other kinds of fun.
The next day, when assigning specific job positions, Fan Siwen arrived at the commander's door early with some "local specialties" from her own family. She quickly finalized the job arrangement for herself and Song Yize to be in the same position.
He returned to the work area with a look of good fortune, awaiting further instructions.
Before long, the commander, fully dressed, walked over.
Assign tasks to the remaining staff for each position.
Fan Siwen leaned back on the ship's spine, hands on his hips, looking incredibly relaxed and at ease.
"Fan Siwen!"
"arrive!"
He stood up straight and raised his hand.
"You and Song Yize are on one team. Bliss and Bedris are on the other team. Your two teams will rotate shifts as support personnel."
"yes!"
The four responded.
Fan Siwen and Song Yize exchanged a glance, and the signals conveyed in their eyes were clearly worlds apart.
Fan Siwen nudged the man with his elbow. "Let's go, let's go on duty."
"I know, you don't need to tell me."
Under Fan Siwen's guidance, Song Yize immediately learned to communicate with this person using Z language.
This is a strong sign that the two are getting closer.
Song Yize walked ahead, his pace noticeably faster than usual.
Fan Siwen, who was behind him, hurried along, calling out to him, "Wait for me, slow down, wait for me!"
Even so, since we've been assigned to the same group, we'll be comrades-in-arms fighting together for the foreseeable future.
Regardless of rank, age, or background, all members of the fleet were uniformly classified as the first group of humans, which helped Fan Siwen and Song Yize to get closer through their interactions.
Meanwhile, Mo Yang and Chen Lili, who were also among the first humans to set off for the first battle, were on another ship. On the contrary, the two people who were originally together and had the potential to give birth to the first human cosmic entity in the universe were unfortunately assigned to two positions that were far apart.
They truly became a long-distance couple on the warship.
During their similar space travel careers, the two experienced completely opposite lives.
On this day, a ship that was sailing normally suddenly received a message from a neighboring ship.
Originally, the astronauts who were in charge of the ship didn't take this matter to heart.
However, Chang Xiawenjie, whose body is unusually sensitive to amplitude, felt this small tremor and came over.
A knock was made on the door. The astronaut was inside, enjoying a meal with his legs crossed. Seeing someone disturbing him, he glanced at the person and waved him off.
The finger pointed to a wooden sign that openly read, "The control room is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering."
The noise outside the door didn't stop there; it started again.
The astronaut angrily threw down the spoon in his hand, walked over, opened the door, and poked his head out.
"What's up?"
Just by listening to his tone, I couldn't hear any good temper in it.
"I have a feeling that something in the distance might be flying toward the spaceship."
"Feelings? How much are your feelings worth?"
"My perception has been certified as number one in the world in the evaluation of millimeter-level perception of tiny things."
"Since it's so powerful, tell me which direction the ship is flying in right now?"
"We have just passed through the Alpha Centauri system, which is 4 light-years from the Sun."
He peeked out, frowned slightly, opened the door, and let the person in.
The astronaut plopped down on the stool, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "Tell me your thoughts."
"Since our flight speed exceeds the speed of light, if someone outside could observe us, our existence would only be visible to them after the speed of light. Therefore, if it were a spaceship piloted by primitive inhabitants of the universe, we would collide with them first. If it were a meteorite-like object flying from afar, our speed would prevent us from avoiding the impact in time, and we would definitely collide with it."
The seated person rubbed their chin with their hand. "What if an object flying towards us just happens to pass us by at a certain distance?"
"You're asking whether it's possible for a meteorite to fly away from Earth without any intervention, given that a meteorite is about to collide with it."
The astronaut stretched out his hand. "Of course, that's for sure. After all these years, Earth has remained safe."
"But it's not safe for us. Because Earth is within the speed of light, while our flight speed has exceeded the speed of light. All available data systems are no longer sufficient as a reference standard; we must deal with the facts on a case-by-case basis."
"Then why don't we send this information back to Earth and see what the higher-ups think about it?"
"Are you stupid? If we want to send this message back to Earth, who knows how many years have already passed on Earth? Moreover, by the time we receive a reply, we don't even know how many years will have passed!"
The astronauts fell silent.
He sat back down and began sending logs to the flight systems of the other ships, attempting to obtain a favorable response.
The next moment, several messages popped up on the public screen.
"The meteorite's speed is only enough to hit one of our ships. We are prepared to sacrifice one ship to save the other four."
Upon seeing this, the astronaut was furious. "Are you stupid? The massive impact will destroy the other four ships."
"In fact, no, because our flight speed exceeds the speed of light."
The astronauts fell silent.
I don't know whether to report this now, or just let the ship disappear without anyone knowing.
The astronaut glanced at the person standing to the side; clearly, he had already read the entire flight log.
At this moment, the man's face also revealed a sense of urgency, as if the matter was of great importance and he didn't know where to start.
The two stood facing each other inside, clearly a scene of confrontation.
The ship's officer, who had been passing by, suddenly turned back, looked inside, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
The two men looked at each other in bewilderment. After telling the man what had happened, the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.
Not long after, the ship's officer ordered all crew members to come to the main cabin for a meeting.
The cabin was packed with people, one after another.
At this moment, the spacious interior of the ship seemed exceptionally crowded.
The ship's officer stood in the middle and gave a soft hum.
The rustling discussions then ceased.
"I've called you all here today to announce something important. The reason I didn't use the ship's loudspeaker is that I wanted to hear your opinions. It is understood that an object resembling a meteorite is approaching us at a certain speed from a distance of less than one light-year. It is currently unknown whether this object will collide with our ship."
After the ship's officer finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar. "What decision did the higher-ups make?"
One person dared to ask a question, and the officer in charge of the ship's cold face began to regain some color: "After discussion, the commanders of all the ships unanimously agreed to sacrifice one of the ships to save the other four."
"How can that be? Wouldn't that mean some of us would be wiped out before we even reach LHS 1140b?"
"Yeah, we were supposed to be the first humans to inhabit the universe, but we haven't even reached that point yet. Does that mean our lives are no longer important?"
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