diskusbooks Chapter 266
Chapter 266
"Please answer me, my companions, my fellow countrymen, what price have we paid for our survival?"
The sun hangs in the sky above the moon, mostly obscured by the Earth. This once cold satellite is now lush and green. As the second planet from Earth to become human-made, this satellite of Earth is now surrounded by green trees.
Spaceships hang in the void, each unique, representing different ideas and cultures, yet all bearing the unified symbol of the blue planet.
Folding spacetime and traversing the universe are no longer science fiction fantasies for humanity today, but reality. Crossing billions of light-years in minutes is now just a snap of the fingers.
The sun shines on the cold void. A woman stands on a high platform, below her are many more people, most of whom are equally slender, but with slightly different feminine appearances and temperaments.
In the post-scarcity era, the philosophy of gender has long been broken down by genetic engineering and body repair technology. The new social philosophy no longer divides people into "male" or "female". No matter whether a human being is born male or female, he or she has the ability to become the opposite sex at any time. In this era, the definition of a person is simply a person, an equal individual, a complex and multifaceted individual.
Family structure and private ownership are historical concepts in Earth's civilization. In this era where labor has become a pastime, people are facing a question that transcends time.
Continues to exist.
The explosion of interstellar psionic energy led to a massive onslaught from psionic civilizations. Despite the advancements in human technology, the great warriors, fearless scientists, and remarkable individuals were overwhelmed by the onslaught from across much of the galaxy and were swallowed up by the vast sea of stars.
Earth's civilization once inquired with that supreme being, and tried to make contact with that mysterious psychic being, but there was no response. All the stars submerged in the psychic civilization lost their luster, and all signals were erased, as if humanity had never arrived.
In the 39th year of this century, a large number of spaceships gathered in the solar system, and hundreds of thousands of volunteers, in their own way, joined forces with an appeal from an ordinary netizen on a hyperspace network forum, and for the first time, people found themselves facing real problems.
How can they survive and how can their livelihoods be protected?
Discussion threads grew exponentially, and people found that no one could convince anyone else, but everyone reached a consensus—they would interpret "existence" in their own way.
The volunteers assembled a large number of spaceships, using all the technologies at their disposal, carrying their history, their culture, their technology, and their industry.
People strive to survive in various ways. In the cold and desolate space, the volunteers made a pact—ten thousand years later, they would meet again to return to Earth and complete their "existence."
People looked at the person standing on the high platform, their eyes projecting the cost of their efforts. No one could count how many people's lives were altered by these efforts that should have been unrelated to them and should not have been.
But should we give civilization time, or time and civilization?
However, regardless of their thoughts or whether their ideas are aligned, this starry sky has enough space and resources for them to put their plans into practice.
The departure of an interstellar dreadnought caught their attention. It was a military ship named "Amelansey," which had completed a necessary upgrade in the solar system and was about to set sail. People watched the giant warship and paid their respects in their own ways. The discussion thread that opened was filled with short tributes.
"Ah, Earth, our home, so green, so blue, but after this parting, when will I be able to see my beloved again?"
"My beloved lives in the Mariana Islands. She can look up and see the city shimmering in the sea. These are the magnificent lights that accompanied us as we grew up, which even the starlight cannot compare to. But now, after this parting, I will never see her again."
"I leave behind a gift for future generations in the sea of stars. Do not forget our existence, do not forget our significance, do not forget who we are."
"Goodbye, Earth, goodbye, Solar System, I am about to set sail. I will remember this last ray of sunlight, and I will take away this last ray of green and blue from Earth."
The space shuttle takes off at dawn and enters the dark and magnificent space. The stargate operates, sending different volunteers to different destinations.
In countless lonely days, I traverse the Milky Way, the earth, and electron beams, moving through parallel worlds and every possible time and space, existing in my own way.
They left their hometowns, but they never looked back in confusion, never hesitated or were afraid, and never regretted or cried.
But their loved ones, their concerns, could not hear their calls or receive their letters from billions of light-years away. They remained in time, unable to wait for the volunteers' return.
"Their survival is not just a problem for a few people, but a problem facing all mankind."
"How will it continue to exist? On what basis will it continue to exist?"
"Children of Earth, when will you be able to return home?"
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"Aaaaaaaahh ...
Raffarin Lo sat up, and Alicia sat beside her, watching her.
"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?"
Raffarin Lo was breathing heavily, sweat beading on her forehead. She glanced at the terminal and then looked at Alicia.
"The time has come."
Raffarin Lo stood up and glanced at the battlefield not far away. Under the cathedral, the gunfire had subsided, and in the city center, green smoke grenades rose, marking friendly positions for the air force and artillery.
Raffarin Lo recalled the dream, which was not like a dream, but more like a message of consciousness. She recalled that she had witnessed such a feat ten thousand years ago.
Everyone is striving for the same goal. People are lonely, yet they know where their companions are everywhere. It is difficult to describe such a scene in the language of civilization.
But she had already realized that she might be one of the volunteers.
The war was over. The two changed their clothes and mingled with the crowd outside, heading towards the cathedral. Not far away, Alice was also heading towards the cathedral in a car.