Five years before the mortuary outbreak.
When I woke up again, I had an unlimited black card.
So I bought an island on the Pacific Ocean, built a space launch base, filled with all kinds of materials, and decided to fly to Mars and live a life of resting and desolation.
Because I know better than anyone.
It is only a matter of time before any corner of the planet is completely lost after the eruption of the dead.
The only way out is to leave the Earth.
I thought I had a plan.
But I didn’t expect to end up in a state of despair.
I was sweating out of nightmares.
Looking at the familiar rental house, I realized I was reborn.
The time on the phone was 9:30 a.m. on June 20, 2045.
Five years before the mortuary virus outbreak.
There was a black card on the nightstand, of unknown quality, and a gold-coloured number appeared to be very noble.
It’s exactly the same as when I woke up in my first life.
I know that Black Kari’s money is unlimited.
And that’s not my first rebirth.
I feel like I’m dry and I get up and get myself a glass of water.
The cold liquid slips down my throat, sobering my slow brain.
I’m Chen Woo, 25 years old, an orphan, both parents from childhood, no other family.
If I remember correctly, this should be my fourth rebirth.
After my first rebirth with the black card, I ran to Greenland and built a strong underground fort, which lasted only five years.
Owing to climatic anomalies, the thawing of the Arctic Circle has largely melted, flooding my underground fort without running.
Second rebirth, I learned to buy an abandoned shipyard, build a carrier-class cruise ship, hoard weapons and materiel, and flee to the Pacific before the explosion.
Unfortunately, it lasted only three years and was surrounded by a mutant whale infected with a zombie virus in the sea.
My third rebirth, my last. I am in pain and have decided to make public what is about to happen in five years.
Together with the unlimited funds of the black card, the world is united against the zombie virus.
Now, in retrospect, my brain must have been short-circuited to make such a stupid decision to slap myself.
First of all, it’s about five years later, and nobody believes it.
Even if there is faith, there are some end-of-world fanatics who think that the zombie virus is Satan’s curse and make me look like a cult leader.
And when I showed the black card, it got more messy.
The emergence of such an unlimited pool of funds has directly shaken the very foundations of human civilization.
So no one cared about the so-called mortuary virus and was trying to get the black card in my hand.
Moreover, the means used are becoming more extreme and do not count as consequences.
After all, with that black card, it would be like having unlimited financial means.
Regardless of the heavy costs previously paid, they can be quickly remedied and then crushed by others.
So my tragic last life, even before the day of the outbreak of the mortuary virus, was caught up in a world-wide nuclear war, which was “nuclearly levelled.”
I can’t help but think of it here.
Stupid human!
Fourth rebirth, now.
The black card that I was staring at in my hand had long been without the joy of the first rebirth, when there was unlimited funds, and only the weight.
To be honest, I don’t know how many times I can be reborn. It’s no big deal to die.
So I’m going to have to work out a plan for the next five years to make sure I can survive the outbreak.
I have drawn lessons from the past three rebirths.
Finally, a conclusion was reached.
Only in outer space is safe!
In order to achieve my ultimate goal, I need to enter an industry to cover up as much of the black card as possible.
But this industry cannot be too popular, for example, in the energy sector such as oil and gas, which is large enough to be easily targeted.
So I’m looking at the film industry.
This is the best solution I’ve come up with after a while of thinking.
It is well known that investment in film making can only be normal if it is profitable.
Plus, I don’t have to worry about losing money.
So I tied the black card to another bank card, turned 20 million in the name of the winner, and found a company specializing in proxies, and asked them to sign up for a video company.
Then I called a rental company in the write-up building, arranged a time and passed on my second-hand little electric.
The chief of the suit saw me first, but with respect, said: “Sir, may I ask your budget? I’m sorry.
I left him alone. I went up the stairs for a walk, almost satisfactory, and signed a five-year contract.
The total cost is almost 8 million.
Not too expensive.
In the following month, when the company’s procedures were complete, I spent over 10 million more to form a business team, leaving them with a billion start-up funds to take responsibility for the day-to-day running of the company.
My request to them is simple, just take the money and invest in all kinds of movies.
I don’t know.
About six months later, when the company gradually stabilized, I spent more than two billion more, quickly buying a private jet Gulfstream G,550, and flying around the world by opening up overseas markets.
At this point, four and a half years before the mortuary virus outbreak.
To be honest, this time is still a little tense for me.
After all, I have very limited knowledge of mortuary viruses.
All I know is that the virus may have been transmitted through the foam.
The virus destroys the nerve centres of human beings, and makes normal human beings corpses within 24 hours, chewing on everything around them.
In just one week, 95 per cent of the world’s population and animals are infected with monsters.
And the structure of the virus, and how it happened, has not been clear yet.
It’s like it’s coming out of nowhere.
In a moment, the world was swept around.
There is no time for human reaction.
I don’t know.
And then I started to speed up, and I announced a high-profile investment in an unprecedented science fiction film.
It’s all a live shot and I’m in it myself.
To that end, I first bought a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean.
Three large cargo ships were subsequently purchased, along with 10 transport helicopters.
Workers and construction materials are transported to the island day and night.
I don’t know.
It took about three and a half years, with 1,200 square kilometres of space launch sites coming into shape.
It consists of industrial zones, scientific research institutes, launch commands and ship assembly warehouses.
The industrial zone includes meteorological centres and assembly workshops.
The meteorological centre is responsible for providing real-time data on satellite weather cloud maps, wind speed, etc., for the information of the control centre.
The assembly workshop is responsible for the assembly of rockets or spaceships and is then towed from the tracked vehicle to the launcher when the assembly is complete.
The Institute of Science brings together one of the world ‘ s top scientists to help me develop the various packages.
I had them build five cold tanks, using as a benchmark that allowed me to survive to 200 years of age, to store large quantities of food, such as meat, vegetables, seafood, and to launch them to Mars in advance, using a launch vehicle, which would reduce the weight of my ship.
In addition, I have launched several drilling equipment to Mars in preparation for future collection of water on Mars.
Also, I had them develop a light-heavy suit.
It’s like a long coat.
As for the spaceship I boarded, I named it Survivor One, equipped with state-of-the-art artificial intelligence systems with in-depth learning and iterative capabilities to deal with any problems that might arise in space navigation.
I’ve got enough fuel to go back and forth to the Earth at 1% light speed, and it’ll take about two months to get to Mars.
The ship is also equipped with a medical module, a fully automated health screening system and a high-precision machine arm capable of performing various types of operations.
At the same time, I have stored all the drugs currently being developed in the ship’s computer terminals, plus 3D printers, to ensure that the drugs I need are available at all times.
And the most important playrooms, music, movies, games, novels I can think of all the entertainment I put in the ship.
It’s about 11 months before the outbreak.
After several launch experiments, the ship’s data have become perfect, and I can finally rest assured.
For the sake of safety, I set the launch time for 20 March in 2050 at 8:30 a.m.
The first three months of the outbreak.
So when I get to Mars, the mortuary virus should have just erupted.
Beautiful outer space ruins life.
One month before the launch, I became more daring.
I used every means to gather all kinds of energy — coal, oil, natural gas — on Earth, and minerals like iron, copper, lead, graphite and so on.
As long as I can buy it, I’ll collect it all and send it to Mars in turn.
If possible, I would hate to move all the resources of the planet to Mars.
But this move by me has certainly led to some controversy.
After all, it doesn’t look like I’m just making a movie. It’s more like living in Mars.
And even worse, the suspicion that I am hoarding so much of my resources is a conspiracy.
I am united in my self-absorption as a contribution to the future interplanetary navigation of all mankind, with no other intention.
And all of the resources I collected were actually shipped to Mars, not at all.
But those people were still worried about sending two astronauts to Mars with me to ensure my safety.
I firmly rejected that proposal.
It’s not that I’m heartless, it’s that I still don’t know the mechanism for the outbreak.
In the first three rebirths, I heard a little bit about the outbreak of the mortuary virus that might have been associated with genetic mutation.
Some people, who are already potential carriers of the mortuary virus, become zombies when certain conditions are triggered.
But as to what triggers, it’s impossible to know if a genetic mutation is real.
That’s why I don’t risk taking people into space.
If these people turn into zombies, all my efforts are wasted.
After the first three rebirths, I have learned a lesson.
That is, after the end of the day, no one but myself deserves to believe.
I don’t know.
A month later.
On the night before the launch day, I was sitting alone in the top room of the launch command, looking out of the glass window and hiding behind a launch vehicle nearly 80 metres high in the dark, without sleeping all night.
At 4:00 in the morning, the door was knocked on time.
I stood up from the couch, breathed deeply, put my hands together in a suit button and turned around and left the room.
Countless flashlights have surrounded me, and the various types of canisters have been reached and I have been asked to say a few words.
I’m not in the mood to get in the car.
When I arrived at the launch site, the final technical inspection was nearing completion and staff members had begun to leave the site in an orderly manner.
With the help of two technicians, I put on an astronautic suit and sat in the cockpit with a large, transparent port window with a very strong insulation against radiation and sealing.
Under the side window is a rectangular LCD screen, the smart driving system has been activated, and the whole flight process has no need for me at all.
When the two technicians also withdrew from the cockpit, they calmed down four weeks later, leaving only the sound of sound in the communications system.
“Main computer system self-inspection is normal. I’m sorry.
“The power system is self-checked. I’m sorry.
“Communication systems are self-checked. I’m sorry.
“Life support system self-inspection is normal. I’m sorry.
“The navigation system is self-inspected. I’m sorry.
“Ship self-inspection program complete. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but feel nervous and start to adjust the breathing rhythm.
“One minute to prepare. I’m sorry.
All of a sudden, there’s a feeling that the throat is so tight.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”
I consciously tightened my seat belt.
Fire!
In time, the entire ship shivering slightly and the blue sky outside the port window was coming to me.
Soon, the ship’s cabin became increasingly vibrating, and all the values on the screen were rising.
There was a light blue flame outside the port window, and the thick white cloud seemed to have no end.
After some time, it suddenly disappeared.
My body floated and began to feel a loss of weight.
“Level 1 booster rocket separation. I’m sorry.
The sound of cold electronics in the headphones.
“Access to scheduled orbit, secondary propulsion system activated. I’m sorry.
I looked on the electron screen, the curve that connects the Earth to Mars.
At this moment, my ship is advancing slowly on that curve.
The computer calculated an estimated arrival time of sixty-three days and four hours.
I will live alone on this ship during this period.
It’s a pure darkness out there.
Then suddenly I felt a deep sense of loneliness.
I turned on the gravitational pattern inside the ship, unzipped the seatbelt and headed towards the rest area on the back of the ship.
The walls of the recreational area can be adapted to the viewing pattern and become fully transparent.
I suddenly felt a little hungry, thought about the electron diet, and I finally ordered an old Beijing noodles, plus two garlic.
I have to say, the smart system cooking on this ship is very good.
I sat on the table, mixed the noodles up and put a big mouth in.
It’s a perfect taste.
Sneaking on noodles, I look up.
Outside the port window, a huge blue planet is slowly moving away from me.
In order to avoid a disturbance of my utensils, there is a self-adapted light system inside the ship that can simulate day and night shifts on Earth.
So I woke up at 7 a.m. every morning, after which I ran for half an hour on the treadmill, and then took a shower to prepare for breakfast.
I’m used to soy sauce for breakfast, or a tofu brain, with fried oil cakes, and sometimes I’ll have bacon and eggs and a nice cup of salsa coffee.
I’ll go through all the news from Earth.
As the first man in human history to land on Mars, I can now say that I am the focus of the world.
But I know very well in my mind that it is nonsense to make a sci-fi film and to make an interplanetary voyage for all mankind.
From the moment I left Earth, it was none of my business.
But I remain in close contact with the launch site, allowing them to continue to transport raw materials to Mars in order to prepare for the need.
And this is my most important research department, and I have invested a lot of research and development in the field of controlled fusion over the last two years, in addition to the usual preparation for going to Mars.
Unfortunately, even before I left the Earth, this technology, although groundbreaking progress has been made, is still not sufficiently mature.
However, I did not give up so easily that the scientific department would continue to do its utmost to transmit the data to me as soon as the controlled fusion technology took shape.
After all, three months before the mortuary virus outbreak, what if progress could be made during that period?
In any case, there are expectations.
It will be almost noon when these trivial operations are completed.
Lunch is usually four dishes and rice is enough for pasta.
The smart system is going to be fine enough to feed on my diet to ensure that there is no excessive waste.
But it doesn’t matter if it’s a waste, and most of the waste I’ve generated on this ship can be deciphered into propellant fuel.
After lunch, I’ll take a little bit of a half an hour to ease the fatigue.
By the afternoon, there were more options.
For example, you can play a video game, and the manufacturers give me a newest number of hosts, what’s PSXplus, Nswich, XboxT, and Nsteam’s life-long seniors, which is kind of an ad.
The only more unfortunate thing is that the network signals on board the ship are not stable and are often influenced by solar black activity, so I’m still playing single games most of the time.
Or I could exercise, and I developed an independent sports room on the ship, which, although small, can be switched at will between basketball fields, football fields, swimming pools, etc., enough for me to use.
For dinner, there are times when rice congee is accompanied by a few dishes, there are times when steaks are accompanied by red wine, or when there is a sting of casserole and Japanese.
Of course, once in a while, we can’t forget chicken burgers and ice-cold Coke.
The light system will automatically be deactivated and the viewing mode will be activated when the time comes.
In the context of deep space, I either sleep in the sofa and read novels, or I choose an old film carefully, or I practice yoga and calm myself.
I’ll end up with a hot bath, a nightgown, a glass of low-alcoholic soft drinks, and I’ll play a pianic tune around the sound, turn off the lights of my life, and sink into the darkness of the universe.
It was about a month after I woke up one morning and I suddenly received an emergency message from the launch site.
I was too busy to turn on that video, and the head of the research department appeared in the middle of the picture, and he looked so scared, his lips were squeaky, he had a gun in his hand, he was saying something fast.
Real-time subtitling of smart systems appears below the video, to the effect that an extremely scary virus has recently appeared on Earth, spreading at a very rapid rate, and that even the launch site is infected.
The officer-in-charge had not finished, and the door behind him had been slammed open, and a dozen mutated zombies were pouring into the room, shouting at him and throwing him down.
In a few moments, the corpses gradually dispersed, and the person in charge stood up, with the skin turning into black and gray after the infection, covered in blood, rigidly turning his head and looking towards the camera.
I can’t help but fright with those greasy pupils.
I was busy moving out of the Earth’s satellite systems, and hundreds of images from all over the world were dropped on the screen.
There was smoke rolling around, planes circled over the ground, and more and more infected human beings were roaming the streets in groups of dead bodies.
The entire planet has been plunged into complete chaos, and social order has collapsed at a visible rate.
The memory of the past three rebirths has re-emerged and, even though I am in outer space, I still feel an unstoppable shock.
And even more disturbing is the fact that the mortuary virus exploded a month before I remember it.
Although I have experienced three outbreaks of the virus before, I do not know exactly when and where, considering the timing of the virus’s spread.
But anyway, I remember clearly that the virus broke out in late May, never before in April.
I do not know what an outbreak would mean earlier, but certainly not good news.
Without reason, I always felt that my next Mars project might not go as well as expected.
For the rest of the month, I have kept the rhythm of my life, trying not to think about the outbreak and to stabilize myself.
At 12:05 p.m. on May 22nd, my ship officially entered the orbit of Mars.
Through the bow windows, the surface of that red planet is almost all over my horizon.
I look up in the eye and it’s hard to describe how I feel right now.
It’s not in the virtual world, it’s real Mars.
It’s as close as you can reach.
I didn’t come back until the smart system sounded in my ear and put on my space suit and sat in the cockpit.
When the ship began to land, the faint vibrating sense of the cabin was re-emerged, and the red surface of Mars became clearer as the thin clouds penetrated.
Under the control of the smart system, the whole landing process went very well.
Upon receiving a hint that the hatch had been opened, I walked through the closed quarantine door and slowly out of the ship along the down pedal.
When my feet were on Mars’ land, that classic line appeared in my mind.
“This is a small step for me personally, but a great step for humanity. I’m sorry.
Through the oxygen mask, the surface of Mars is desolate.
The sky looks gray, a little orange in the blue.
The weather system shows temperatures of up to 3°C outside.
Because Mars is far from the Sun, the temperature on its surface is much lower than on Earth.
Especially at night, the lowest temperature is below 120 degrees Celsius.
At this level of day and night temperature, most of the living beings on Earth suffer.
But fortunately, when I was still on Earth, the scientific department had given me a solution.
I pulled out the virtual whole-system screen of the smart system and found the option to launch the solar sail.
After iris verification, I saw a dust up near the ridge and a small rocket sprayed a blue flame.
That’s one of the many equipment I flew to Mars in advance.
Once the solar sail reaches its designated position, it will be automatically opened, re-reflecting the surface of Mars with increased solar light convergence, covering an area of up to 500 square kilometres, and will keep the temperature of the area at the Earth ‘ s temperate level.
Most of the remaining supplies and equipment are also located in the region.
I continue to command the smart system, remotely activate five engineering robots and enter instructions to start building greenhouses.
The soil on the surface of Mars is largely a shredded material from the weathered rock of Mars, with very different soil properties from the Earth, even including toxicity from the presence of high chlorate.
A simple understanding is that the soil erosion of the surface of Mars is very severe and that large sand and dust storms are often scratched.
Wind speeds can reach more than 180 metres per second, many times more intense than the 12-grade typhoon on Earth.
Once scratched, it could last more than three months.
For this reason, I have developed a plant that can survive on Mars, with a combination of genetic editing techniques, in response to the soil characteristics of Mars.
To maintain soil moisture and to absorb carbon dioxide in the atmosphere of Mars.
The goal of increasing the atmospheric density of Mars was finally achieved.
At the same time, I drove a Mars car to the location of the rig.
According to previous Martian topographic maps drawn up by the scientific community, some of the surface of Mars is stored in liquid water, which, if successfully explored, will make it possible to improve the environment of Mars at a very rapid pace.
After ensuring that the wells worked, I assigned 20 engineering robots to start building living structures on Mars.
The smart system has designed the drawings, a semi-subsurface building.
One floor above the ground and three floors below, which can effectively withstand the sand and dust storms of Mars.
Based on the engineering progress simulated by the smart system, it would take almost six months to complete.
It doesn’t matter, however, that there were small-scale factories dedicated to the production and assembly of robots in the warehouses that were flown from the Earth, which could produce 30 units per day.
If it goes well, it’ll take two months to get me a Mars villa.
In addition, I sent 10 bioprospecting robots to explore possible life forms on Mars, although there is little hope.
After all this, the rest is waiting.
So I went back to the ship that served as a temporary base, lying in a massage chair, shaking a glass of ice. Amber’s liquids look so glamorous and attractive.
Looking at the busy view outside the port window, I have a sense of satisfaction that I can’t say.
I feel a beautiful picture of Mars in the future, right before my eyes.
But my fantasy, which lasted about a month, was suddenly broken.
June 25th, 5:05 a.m.
I woke up by the sound of an alarm inside the ship.
This is the first time since I landed on Mars that a smart system triggered an alarm.
The alarm was triggered by the presence of an off-fired vehicle in the atmosphere monitored by a smart system.
I waited a minute to see what might have happened.
The nation of a hymn is speaking out.
I went out to get my suit.
I just looked up, and I saw three of the gray skies that were falling at speed.
The tracking system indicates that the three cockpits landed in a crater 20 km away from me.
I can’t wait to drive the Mars car to the crater.
When I arrived at the edge of the crater, I saw that the three cockpits at the bottom of the crater were almost crashed, and seven or eight bodies were struggling to climb out of the ruins, wearing broken astronautics.
I looked up in shock, and the whole thing was full of shit.
Fuck you.
Man, drop a zombie in Mars!
It’s true I didn’t expect it.
On the way to the meteorite crater, I pulled a picture of the Earth.
Satellite images show that about two months ago, shortly after the outbreak of the mortuary virus, there were capital giants and high-ranking officials on Earth who also wanted to escape into outer space.
So they fired at least a dozen capsules using the launch site and related technology I left behind.
Unfortunately, equipment testing was inadequate because of the short time available.
And many of them were infected with the zombie virus before it was launched.
As a result, most of the capsule launch failed and exploded directly in half-air.
It was fortunate that several of them were able to fly, but the crew quickly turned into zombies.
Eventually, four capsules were deorbited outside the solar system, two fell on the moon, and the remaining three arrived on my Mars.
I came back from the initial shock, counting that ten zombies had crawled out of the capsule and seemed to be very restricted, far less active on Earth.
It is also well understood that, although humans become infected with a mortuary virus, the brain’s nerves are severely damaged and completely dehumanized, the respiratory system exists.
The oxygen in the atmosphere of Mars is much lower than the Earth ‘ s, so the dead are far less active on Mars.
That, however, provided me with some facilities.
And I thought about it a little bit, and I asked the smart system to get a Mars car, plus five engineering robots, and get all ten of them back to my Mars base.
After a full extinction, I sent a corpse to the bioresearch office, where I was prepared to take the opportunity to study the mortuary virus.
About two days later, I saw a preliminary viral analysis.
The report contains a large number of professional terms, as well as symbols and figures that I hardly understand.
The smart system has explained it to me several times, and I’ve just understood a little.
The mortuary virus is transmitted mainly through foam and blood, and when it enters the human body, it destroys the brain nerve in a very short period of time, destroys the mental ability of humans and turns into a walking flesh that preserves its appetite for food.
At present, the whole process is completely irreversible.
In other words, as long as the mortuary virus is infected, there is no cure.
And the most important thing is that the structure of this mortuary virus is not found in any similar gene fragments in the existing gene pool of the virus on Earth.
It’s like it came out of space.
But that is clearly impossible.
I changed my mind, and I got the smart system to decipher the genes of the infected, so I got a little bit of an eyeball.
The little news I’ve heard before does not seem empty.
The study found that the deep gene profiles of these infected people are the same mutations, and that the mutations of these genes are very old and can even be traced back to the period just after the emergence of intellectuals 250,000 years ago.
It is well known that cells are divided from time to time and are self-replicating, often at a point where new genes replace the original.
As a result, mutation of genes is prevalent among the planet ‘ s species, some to better adapt to the environment and others to external factors, and is not surprising.
The problem is that the mutation of genes that can cause the outbreak of the virus cannot be reversed, as if the mutation point had been forced into it.
So how the mutation of the genes was created and how the mutation of the genes was triggered to spread the mortuary virus is not known yet.
I also asked the smart system to check my gene profiles and find out I don’t have this mutation point.
But that just means I’m not affected by genetic mutations, and that doesn’t mean I can immunize the mortuary virus.
In general, there is no room for complacency.
I left a dead body to continue research.
As for the remaining nine bodies, they must not be idle.
I had the smart system develop a neurotic chip, implanted into the mortuary’s brain, covering the effects of the virus, so that it could be remotely manipulated by computers.
Then I put on an astronautic suit for the zombies, and I divided five of the South Poles to Mars, which were long distances, harsh environments, and bioprospecting robots could easily fail on their way.
The zombies are not tired and without pain, and as long as they are able to ensure food, they are the best candidates for the quest.
I left the other four at Mars Base to help grow the trees day and night.
To be honest, I think it’s really convenient and useful for a zombie to work.
So I decided to fly a few more corpses from Earth, but not too many, which would increase my risk of infection.
I’ll pack the bodies and send them back when the whole of the Martian environment is shaped.
The way to trap the dead is quite simple, and once the launch vehicle has landed on Earth, some meat can be placed inside the cabin.
By the time 30 bodies count, the launch vehicle will return automatically.
During this period, food is distributed regularly to ensure that the corpses in the cabin do not encroach on each other.
At the same time, in order to ensure maximum efficiency, when I dispatched a launch vehicle to Earth, I sent 50 engineering robots that were left on Earth to help me collect and transfer resources on Earth.
I don’t know.
That’s it. Half a year goes by.
The most common thing I’ve done in the past six months is to stay in the living room above my new home, lying on the couch in front of the window, bathing in the sun on Mars, and watching a bunch of dead bodies out of the window dig their pits, plant them, cover their soil and water.
Now, around my house, a half-a-person sapling has grown.
It is particularly curable to see for itself the process of gravitating these trees and slowly growing green leaves.
In addition to planting trees, my favorite leisure is fishing.
Yeah, fishing on Mars.
About four months ago, the first drilling equipment finally found the groundwater of Mars, with approximately 30 million cubic metres of reserves found at monitoring sites, much more than I expected.
Considering that the current level of wind and sand on the surface of Mars is still relatively high, I have used excavated groundwater channels to direct a small portion of water near the forest I planted to minimize evaporation.
The groundwater of Mars is fresh water, and the chemical composition is almost identical to the Earth.
So I asked the biological system to modify the genetic information on carp eggs in the freezer for the chemical composition of the Martian groundwater so that they could survive in the Martian freshwater.
When the seedlings hatched, I deployed five more robots to strictly control the water temperature, oxygen, microbes, etc. to ensure that there were no accidents.
More than three months later, carp seedlings in small lakes grew to about three pounds, growing a little faster than on Earth.
And the analysis provided by the biological system shows that the carp that grew up in the Martian lake is not unusual and is very healthy.
In the next month, every afternoon, I’d be looking forward to getting fishing and stools and sitting by the lake in my space suit.
I didn’t hit my nest in advance, but I put the bait on the hook, waved it, sat on the bench and waited for the fish to bite.
My fishing skills are very general, and usually only two or three fish are caught one afternoon.
But I don’t care about that, and what I enjoy is this process.
Especially when I sit by the lake and look away.
On the open surface of the Earth, there is often a red wind and sand that passes through the gravel of Mars’ sundown, pouring through and carrying an incomprehensible beauty.
And I don’t usually eat the fish I catch, but I put it back in the lake until I get a little bigger.
After all, there’s plenty of food in my base right now, not less than these carp.
It is more important to maintain the environment of Mars.
I don’t know.
In addition to fishing, I developed another leisure activity during this period.
That’s golf.
To be honest, Mars, a vast territory, is so good for golf.
Considering that the surface of Mars is about a third of the Earth’s gravity, I first asked the engineering robot to dig a hole at the Mars base, 3,000 metres away, and to prepare a space suit for the dead.
The upper half is a light blue striped short sleeve, the lower half is a black sports shorts, and the tie is accompanied by a black bow tie.
Looks polite and elegant.
And with every good-looking swing, white golf balls draw a high arc across the dark purple sky.
Ballboy zombies can automatically track the golf track.
In the sunset, the corpse ran with the golf ball, like my youth.
For the next three months, the retrofitting of Mars has proceeded smoothly.
My life is no longer sore, every day like an early retirement master, trees, fishing, bending.
But one morning I was woken by a knock.
When I was sitting up, I instinctively wanted to get out of bed and open the door.
But I just lifted the covers and I reacted.
I’m on fucking Mars. Why would someone knock?
I pulled out of the door, and there was a dead body outside the door.
The mortuary looked like a girl with a tall, long shawl, wearing a white researcher’s coat, with a obscurous look in her eyes, with a slightly pretentious tip on her head and a knock on her hand.
When I looked at that corpse’s face, I felt a little bit twitched, and I felt a little twitchy.
I know her.
Her name is Kang Zeee, a former researcher in the scientific department of my Space Launch Base, with a Ph.D. in cosmology and astrophysics, and an indispensable role in advancing the Mars programme.
She’s one of those geniuses.
It is undeniable that I was very fond of her for a long time at the Space Launch Base.
But I have never shown her personal feelings beyond work, because I know in my heart that when the end comes, I am destined not to take her out of the earth.
And she’s a very independent and sober girl who doesn’t need my false sympathy and compassion.
All I can do is give her full support for the research programme she has proposed.
It doesn’t matter if it’s related to my Mars project.
As long as she speaks, I have never hesitated, I have never asked, I have given her my full support.
On that remote Pacific island, there were countless late nights, and I worked with her until late night, then climbed to the roof of the weather centre.
The night sky was full of stars, and we were facing the sea wind, and she had long hair, which was quiet for most of the time.
But when she’s around, I feel comfortable.
The night before I left Earth, it was her birthday.
That was the last time we met on the roof.
I remember asking myself if you had any wishes.
She thought, and she said that her greatest desire was to be able to see a star explode.
I don’t know how to respond.
I can only laugh.
It’s a very personal wish.
After leaving Earth, I tried to let myself forget her.
I learned to live alone on Mars.
Almost there.
I didn’t expect that.
In that case, I saw her again.
I don’t know.
When I flew the dead from Earth, I gave all my powers to the smart system, and I was completely out of control.
When the bodies were brought back to Mars, the intelligent system sent them directly out to carry out their missions.
Now, the smart system is estimated to be the body selected near the space launch site.
She was wrong and happened to bring her back.
But soon, I realized things weren’t right.
The bodies have been implanted into electronic chips and integrated control operations by intelligent systems.
Normally, she should be collecting data from the Arctic ice cap on Mars right now. Why did she suddenly come to knock?
I pulled her brain chip monitoring from the smart system, and I was surprised to find out that the electronic chip in her brain was missing and was replaced by a strange mass.
At that time, Kang-hye, who is outside the door, raised his head, pointed himself at the camera, pointed at me and spoke!
“I, my friend, help.”
In the medical laboratory, I sat in front of Kang Zeee.
After a preliminary analysis of the intelligence system, at this point in the brain of Kang Zeee has a living body that is communicating with me through her body.
“Technology, fusion, engines. I’m sorry.
It took me a lot to figure out what that living body was trying to say.
At first it said that I already had controllable fusion technology, and I’m a jerk.
And then I got back, and I was so busy with the robots that were still on the space shuttle base that they could check the data from the research department.
It was not until then that I knew that, on the eve of the outbreak of the mortuary virus, the research department had taken over the final technical difficulties of controlled fusion.
Unfortunately, the mortuary virus broke out before they had the time to collate the data.
“Victor, blockade, bad guy. I’m sorry.
According to that living body, the mortuary virus hidden in the human genome was the “technology filter” set up for Earth’s civilization hundreds of thousands of years ago when a high-level intelligent life passed through the solar system.
Once humans have controllable fusion, they will automatically trigger the mortuary virus and destroy human civilization.
“The bad guy, he’s gonna take me, he’s gonna hide. I’m sorry.
Life itself tells me that the super smart life that created this time bomb for human civilization was supposed to catch it.
However, as we pass through the Earth, these high-level intelligent lives detect a slight threat.
But if the choice is to wipe out the entire solar system, it’s too moving to be targeted by more intelligent life.
So for the sake of safety, they set up a “genetic lock.”
This is an explanation of the Femi paradox.
I remember Kang-hye telling me that there are countless sun-like stars in the universe.
And in these stars, there are at least 1 percent of the stars, and there is a planet like the Earth.
Assuming that over billions of years, one percent of these planets like the Earth have been living.
And let’s assume that one percent of these planets that have emerged have evolved to Earth-like levels.
So there are at least one billion intelligent civilizations in our observed universe.
But we never received a signal from them.
That’s the femy paradox.
“I, leave, help you.”
For hundreds of thousands of years, that life was hidden on Mars until I appeared.
It wants me to use controlled fusion technology to help it leave the solar system.
Black card, for you. I’m sorry.
And that life also told me that the black card I had was made by it.
And that mutation point in my gene map, it knocked it off.
When I came to Mars, I had the smart system study the black card, but nothing.
The smart system can only broadly analyze the code that Black Kari seems to be carrying with him some kind of program that generates unlimited funds.
And the material that made the black card was completely unknown and not even the entire solar system.
The answer to that question was not until the life form had just been explained.
I don’t understand why I’m reborn and how I get black cards every time, as if it’s something to do with time leaps and the return of Pongalai.
But it doesn’t matter.
The living body told me that as long as it could return home, I would not be reborn, and that it would find a way to develop drugs to treat the mortuary virus and transmit the data to me.
In fact, I’ve thought about it before, if I had a black card, if I could be reborn indefinitely, even for five years.
I’ll see Kang Zeee again and again.
But I thought, what’s the point?
Humans’ “genetic locks” still exist.
Kang-hye will forget me and leave me again and again.
One day I’ll get tired of that endless cycle.
I think people have to learn to look forward.
So I barely hesitated, and I agreed to the life form.
With the theoretical model, a ship carrying a controlled fusion planet engine will soon be built.
On the day the living body left Mars, it was removed from the brain of Kang Zeee, and transformed into a black body of human matter, like a form of solidion.
It expressed its sincere gratitude to me and told me that it had done its utmost to repair some of the damage to Chon-hye ‘ s brain.
Although she could not be fully cured, at least she would not be extremely aggressive and would not spread the zombie virus.
Finally, it says that in the distant future we will see each other again.
I don’t know.
After my life, my life on Mars was flat.
It’s just that, unlike before, I’ve got one more person.
The construction of Mars is advancing steadily, and it hardly uses me, so I have plenty of time with Kang Zeee.
I’ll take her for a walk by the lake on Mars, read Paul Zeran’s poems for her, and I’ve built a deep space telescope to show her her former favorite galaxy.
But she never reacts.
As if a body had lost its soul.
But I don’t care.
I’ll be happy to see her in peace.
I don’t know.
I came to Mars almost ten years ago.
The ecological environment in the vicinity of the Mars base has greatly improved during the decade.
A rich forest spreads over the surface of Mars and the lake is clear.
Many genetically modified organisms, such as birds, fish and insects, have gradually adapted to the environment of Mars and have begun to thrive.
The landscape of Mars as a whole is almost clear, and the intelligent system produces a detailed map of Mars and, on that basis, provides a plan for the next 50 years.
I sometimes use this map to travel around Mars with Kang Qui.
We’ve been to the deepest canyon in the solar system.
That’s the seamen’s canyon near Mars’ equator, extending over 5,000 km.
And look away as the bones of a broken dragon upon the ground.
We’ve also been to Mars’ Arctic ice caps.
The magnificent polar ice cap is a completely frozen world.
I don’t know.
One day in October.
I came to the top of Mount Olympus with Kang Zu-hye.
Mount Olympus is about 26 million metres high, roughly three times the height of Mount Everest and the highest volcano in the solar system.
And right now, I’m wearing a special space suit, glasses that enhance the visible visual field, standing in the middle of the crater.
It’s the rarest cloud in the atmosphere on Mars.
Look up, the night sky is the most pure black, with almost no impurities.
About a few minutes later.
In the middle of the deep night sky, a very heavy “black nebula” emerges, with ripples, slowly spreading throughout the night sky.
It is a beauty that cannot be described in any words.
It’s also a gift I prepared for her.
About 10 years ago, I launched a spaceship.
It carries a small man-made black hole.
The ship’s destination is Centauri.
It’s the closest star to the solar system, about 4.25 light years away.
Almost five years ago, the ship arrived at its intended location.
I shot the small black hole on that star.
The giant gravity tore the star into fragments, constantly ejecting dust and material residues from the outside and eventually forming a layer of beautiful planetary nebula.
And at this moment, this nebula is relapsing from 4.25 light-years into the sight of me and Kang Zhue.
Yes, I fulfilled her wish.
She saw a star explode.
I held her hand hard.
I don’t want to let go anymore.
On the day the message came from the living body, I was wondering if I would take Kang Zeee and go for a tour.
I opened that message and found out it was written in human language.
To the effect that it was able to return to its own galaxy, to say hello and to thank me, and that its scientists had successfully developed drugs that could cure the mortuary virus, and the molecular structure had been sent to me.
At the end of the message, the organism also invited me to say that it had placed a wormhole on the edge of the spiral arm of the galaxy, and that I would be welcome to travel to the galaxy where they are, if I was interested.
I look at the last line of detailed space coordinates and I am really very moved.
However, I’d like to wait until Kang-hye wakes up and decides with her.
Anyway.
It’s too lonely for a person to travel like this. Record number: YX11m3nbjlR
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
