Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 199 The Voice of the Future

The blue sweater that was left behind was much smaller for Claire to wear now.

Donna has been very obsessed with showing her this sweater for a competition recently, and then thinking about how to make it bigger.

"Maybe I should make the exact same one for my grandson in advance." She hooked the yarn with a stick needle, and looked up at Claire's flat stomach from time to time.

"Mom, the doctor said he's only a month old, and he can't even tell if he's a man or a woman." Claire turned on the newly bought computer, took out the chip and tentatively inserted it into the interface hole.

"It's always right to prepare in advance." Donna said with a smile, she was already imagining that a little Claire would chase after her and call her grandma.

The daughter who came back from the dead came back healthy and had a healthy baby. She was really happy.

Claire didn't respond, and perfectly fitted the chip in her hand with the interface of the notebook.

Looking at the computer screen, she felt a little nervous.

Over the past few days, Claire always felt that Jones' chip was about the same size as the interface on the computer, and wondered if he could actually read his program and activate him by doing so.

As her only surviving friend back on Earth, she wished so much that Jones could show up and talk to her.

Maybe she could get another look at Cassius's face, he wanted to keep his military uniform, and she would tell him it was his father when the baby was born.

With such anxiety in mind for almost 10 minutes, only a virus intrusion notification was inserted on the computer interface.

Disappointment flashed across Claire's eyes, she reached out to pull out the chip, but a beating frequency spectrum suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Why did you install me in such a backward data box, Claire."

The sudden mechanical sound caused Donna, who was focused on drawing lines, to raise her face and look towards her suspiciously.

Claire froze for two seconds, then slowly raised a smiling face, "Jones with limited conditions."

The ups and downs of the frequency spectrum paused for a while, and he looked through all the information he could get in this computer, "I'm on Earth."

"Well, I was sent back by them, and you came with me." Claire touched the display screen with her finger and sighed, "Fortunately, you came."

"Where's the commander?" Jones asked. "He's not with you."

Claire was startled, and said bitterly, "He died in battle."

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"I'm sorry Claire." It was still the same flat mechanical tone, but it added a bit of sadness.

"Jones, can you let me see him again, whether it's a photo or a video, I miss him very much." Claire touched her flat stomach, with tears in her eyes.

Jones was more than happy to accommodate her request.

As a former war robot, there are quite a lot of video recordings about Cassius in his huge storage system, although most of them are analytical videos used as textbooks in terms of strategy.

Donna watched Claire communicate with the machine voice in the computer without barriers, and curiously moved to sit beside her.

The screen on the computer was a sci-fi scene that Donna, who was over half a year old, had never seen before.

Fighters flying all over the sky in space, and a man with black hair and black eyes stood in the command module full of technology.

He is tall and handsome, with delicate bones, deep eyebrows, tightly pursed lips and a cold air, which can make Donna's heart tremble just by being separated from the screen.

A future military officer who she couldn't pick out any flaws and was full of nobility was her son-in-law who had already died in battle.

This story sounds and looks so far-fetched, more exaggerated than fairy tales.

Donna turned her head to look at Claire, and saw her staring at the screen without blinking. Such meticulous and focused sad eyes made her heart ache even as a mother.

She believed in her daughter no matter what.

"Is this your husband? The father of your child?" Donna asked.

Claire nodded, with one corner of her lips barely raised to show a nostalgic smile, "The moment he died, he still remembered my wish to go home and regarded it as his last wish, but I was kept in the dark like a fool. In the end, he failed to bring his body back to his side."

Donna wrapped her arms around her shoulders distressedly, "I am very grateful that he protected you in the future and sent you back to me."

Claire leaned against her, trying to hold back tears, "Fortunately, I found a little thought."

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Sleeping alone at night, Claire often had nightmares, dreaming of Cassius leaving her again and again, dreaming of his despair after being swallowed up by the Zerg.

After waking up from a dream, her pillow is always wet, and endless sadness will always engulf her in the darkness.

On a single bed that cannot accommodate two people, she often curls herself up like a baby, and only by hugging herself tightly can she barely dispel the feeling of emptiness in her heart without Cassius.

A month goes by in the blink of an eye in life on Earth.

The long-term company of Jones and his family gradually injected a spring of tenderness into Claire's withered heart.

With the passage of time, she regained the rhythm of life on earth, a world where everyone is equal without status difference, which is what she loves.

She also learned to bury Cassius deep in her heart, turning him into a scar that no one can touch or erase.

She asked Jones to capture a photo of Cassius sitting upright, and found a photo studio to print out a few photos, and put them in her purse and next to her bed.

She will always love him.

Claire, who has learned to face the reality, gradually smiles on her face. Although she lost her true love, the love of her friends and family has taught her to live a good life and cherish the present.

"It's been two months, and the development of the fetus is a bit slow."

This is what the doctor told her when she went to the pregnancy test today. Claire didn't know what was wrong. She had been scientifically raising the fetus in order to keep her only child with Cassius. Now she got such a result that she didn't want to see.

She frowned and worried, "I have been raising the baby according to the instructions, and exercise, food, and rest are all controlled within a reasonable range."

Donna held her hand tightly and comforted her, "You usually go out and walk around, and you don't eat much, so you'll get better after resting in bed and taking some supplements."

That night, when Andrew came back from school, he went around the supermarket and bought a big broiler chicken.

Donna imitated the common practice in Chinese restaurants and stewed a big pot of chicken soup for Claire.

In this era without nutritional nights, Claire really wondered if it was because Cassius' genes were too strong, and the nutrition provided to children could not be treated like ordinary children.

This night, she ate twice as much food as usual, and managed to keep herself up until midnight, unable to fall asleep.

She sat on a bench outside with Jones in her arms.

The home converted from the container is in a remote grove.

With a low land rental price and water and electricity costs, you can enjoy the view of the night sky amidst the natural sounds of insects chirping.

Of course, there are also many mosquitoes.

Claire held the black box in her hand, and put it under the moonlight to observe quietly.

"Hope's researchers said they'd use this to find me, and it's been so long that I'm a little concerned."

"What are you worried about?" Jones asked.

"The Zerg found them." Claire sighed slightly, "Genocide has become the final outcome."

"If my carrier can be more advanced, maybe I can see the transmission data in this box." Jones said.

Claire looked up at the heavy night sky above her head. There were not many stars tonight, and the faint blue thunder hidden in the dark clouds flashed silently in the distance.

She whispered, "On Earth in 2022, there's nothing that advanced."

"It's going to rain Claire, there will be a thunderstorm tonight, go in and sleep." Jones comforted her.

Although the container has been remodeled to look like a small home with three bedrooms and one living room, when the heavy rain hits, the sound of raindrops hitting the steel frame and aluminum plate is deafening, making it difficult to sleep.

The rain tonight was exceptionally heavy. Outside the goose-yellow floral curtains, the closed glass windows were crumbling by the gust of wind, clanging like a howling ghost.

Thunder and lightning flashed past the window, and the reflections of swaying cedar trees in the woods flashed across the window with their teeth and claws.

Claire curled up under the covers as Jones played a lullaby to try to lull her to sleep.

The music was of no use to her, her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't even hear the lyrics as the thunder rolled down.

A burst of unusually dazzling white light flashed past the window, and two or three seconds later, there was a thunderous explosion on the ground within walking distance.

"Hocha!"

The loud noise made Claire's body tremble, followed by the sound of trees falling down outside.

"Whoa!"

A large number of broken tree trunks hit the roof, and the window in the room was pierced by a thick branch without warning and hit the bed, almost crushing Claire who was curled up in a ball.

She got up in shock and hugged her knees and huddled at the foot of the bed. Andrew and Donna rushed into her room, seeing that Claire was safe and sound, they were immediately relieved.

Andrew said angrily: "Damn the thunderstorm, I must cut down all the nearby trees when I get up tomorrow."

Originally, they thought that being close to the tree trunk would make them feel better in the house in the hot summer, but now it seems that they still lacked consideration.

Just as Claire was about to comfort her, a vague and erratic voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Claire, help us."

"Claire."

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Her heart trembled, and she got off the bed in a jerk, her eyes went back and forth in the messy room, "Did you hear anything?"

Andrew pushed the intruding tree trunk out, turned around and asked loudly, "What? Sister."

The thunder was still rolling outside, Claire covered her stomach with both hands, and took another step closer to the window, the voice became clear again.

This time, she heard her name being called, and even the worried Donna vaguely heard a voice.

"Who is calling you? Is God coming to take you away again?" Donna grabbed Claire's arm nervously, looking left and right, very vigilant.

"Claire! Claire! Commander"

The hurried female voice was so familiar, but the second half of the sentence was drowned in the rolling thunder, which made Claire very anxious.

"Commander?" She said a little excitedly, "What? What did you say?"

"Come back Claire, please! Everyone is going to die! Only you come back. There is a turnaround"

The intermittent words made Claire unable to form a complete sentence at all. She didn't know what the voice was expressing, and only heard death and turning point.

"Hospital Claire, jump off! Come back!"

After the thunderstorm dissipated, the intermittent ghost-like sound also disappeared.

Andrew finally threw all the stumps and tree trunks out of the room, and he was drenched in rain all over his body.

Donna was still holding on to Claire's arm tightly. She saw the turbulent emotions in her eyes, and said in a flustered tone, "Claire, we didn't hear anything just now."

Jones, who was placed on the table, interjected: "I analyzed the audio track Claire, and this voice belongs to Wanda."

Claire stared blankly, and suddenly looked at the small black box placed on the table, "Something happened to them from the future."

Her tone became flustered, "Something must have happened to them."

What she feared may have come true, the shuttle could not bring them here, and the Zerg found them.

But what does that have to do with her?Why should she go back.
Claire was in a mess.

Seeing that his mother and sister had abnormal expressions, Andrew walked over and said, "I'll sleep in the living room first tonight, Claire, go to my bedroom and sleep. It's almost morning, so don't affect the child's development."

Donna also said nervously, "I'll sleep with you, Claire, don't let your imagination run wild."

Knowing that her mother was worried, Claire eased her face, "Mom, Andrew's bed is too small for the two of us, you go back to the room and sleep, I will go to sleep first, I will not do anything stupid and will not do anything stupid again Lost."

Hearing her assurance, Donna looked much better, but she still told Claire to sleep with the door open, and Andrew in the living room could know immediately if anything happened.

Claire agreed.

She held the notebook, put the small box in her pocket, and went to sleep on Andrew's bed.

Jones recorded those few tracks as soon as he captured them, and removed all the crackling thunder, leaving only a few clean vocals.

Claire put on the earphones, nestled in the quilt and listened to the recording transmitted to the mobile phone, and lightly pressed the ring on her neck with her fingers.

[Claire, help us. 】

[Claire!Claire!commander】

[Come back Claire, please!Everyone is going to die!Only you come back. There is still a transfer]

I'm going to die, as long as she goes back to change planes
Cassius.
Claire's eyes are constantly changing. What is the relationship between what is happening over there and the sacrificed Cassius?
She couldn't figure it out.

Until the sky turned white, Claire fell asleep listening to the looping sound.

At noon, the humidity in the air was quickly replaced by sweltering heat and dryness, and the air-conditioning wind in the living room rushed into the bedroom.

Claire opened her eyes in a daze
(End of this chapter)