Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 108 Compression
Seven days flew by.

Wearing a spacesuit, Tong Zheng stared intently at Jiang Yang in the vacuum-sealed camp.

Jiang Yang was also wearing a spacesuit. But his spacesuit appeared to be damaged, and gas was leaking out rapidly.

After several days of training, Jiang Yang had a clear understanding of where the fault was and how to handle it.

But the tape in his hand seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and he couldn't stick it on.

He knew that once he applied the tape, it would mean he had completed the last training exercise: emergency response to damage to his spacesuit.

This also means that Tong Zheng has completed his mission and will leave.

Jiang Yang looked up and, through the helmet, saw that Tong Zheng's expression remained calm and resolute.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully stuck the piece of special tape to the damaged area.

The gas leak stopped immediately.

"Comrade Jiang Yang, you have passed the final assessment."

From now on, you'll need to survive on this planet on your own.

I hope we can meet again in the next life.

……

Jiang Yang placed Tong Zheng's body in the Moon Dust Pit, letting him lie side by side with his former comrades, and carefully buried him with Moon Dust. A look of bewilderment flashed across Jiang Yang's face.

From this moment forward, the entire moon...

No, I may be the only human left in the entire solar system, or even the entire universe.

An invisible loneliness and solitude surged towards Jiang Yang like a tide in this completely airless vacuum, then enveloped him completely.

After leaving the cave where the camp was located, Jiang Yang climbed to the top of the canyon, sat down with his back against the rocks, and gazed at the thousands of stars in the vast starry sky, at the boundless desolate land, and at the blue planet in the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

At this moment, he seemed to recall many things, but none of them were formed, only fragments.

Those scenes flashed rapidly through my mind. One moment I was having dinner with friends at a restaurant, the next I was inside a rocket, being crushed to the floor by G-forces, and the next I was walking in a tunnel in a spacesuit.

Everything was in chaos, like a tangled mess that couldn't be untangled.

Jiang Yang sat there quietly, gazing at the blue planet, for an unknown amount of time.

He was only jolted out of his dazed state when the alarm for low battery in his spacesuit sounded.

Jiang Yang got up, returned to the camp, took off his spacesuit to charge it, took out his nutrition pack, ate something, and then went to sleep.

Jiang Yang woke up sometime later, though he didn't know how much time had passed.

"Children's Team..."

He called out but received no response. He sat up abruptly and realized that he had buried Tong Zheng next to the camp yesterday.

After putting on his spacesuit and leaving the camp, Jiang Yang arrived at a spot less than ten meters away.

The lunar dust here has piled up into a small mound, with a stick standing on top of it and an A4 sheet of paper on it that reads "Tomb of Spaceflight Heroes".

I don't know why, but after coming here, the feeling of confusion, depression and despair in my heart slowly disappeared, and the beliefs I had held onto before gradually became firm again.

After saluting, Jiang Yang turned and returned to the camp.

Time to get to work.

One thing is clear: the information they obtained from that floating city, which appeared to be written characters, possesses immeasurable value. They must memorize all of this text and carry it into their next life.

only……

I'm afraid that even if it were a year, let alone 60 days, I wouldn't be able to remember it.

If used sparingly, the remaining supplies on the moon would be enough to sustain Jiang Yang for about 90 days. However, Tong Zheng advised him against doing so, suggesting instead that he eat well and make sure he could last for 60 days.

Because under immense mental pressure, if one's physical condition is also poor, even an iron man will break down.

"In 60 days, I had to memorize two thousand alien symbols whose meanings I didn't know, and also remember the order of these symbols..."

This task was very difficult. Fortunately, before leaving, the astronauts pooled their collective wisdom and tailored a special method of memorization specifically for Jiang Yang.

compression.

It's like a compression program on a computer.

A good compression algorithm can compress a file to a fraction of its original size without losing any data.

At this moment, the alien civilization that Jiang Yang needs to remember is composed entirely of lines and points.

Based on the different lengths of the line segments and the different sizes of the points, they can be divided into two main categories and 12 subcategories.

Each of the 12 subcategories was assigned a number from 0 to 9, along with the letters ab, and information on the arrangement of individual characters and the order of multiple characters were added. Each character was then replaced by a 19-character string.

Through algorithmic backtracking, Jiang Yang can restore any string to its original alien characters and clearly know its position in the entire "article".

However, memorizing 2000 19-character strings is still an impossible task at this moment.

Jiang Yang then began to compress it a second time.

Because each of these 2000 strings is composed of a fixed combination of symbols, there are many similarities among them.

If there are identical pairs, they can be merged using algorithms, greatly reducing the amount of data.

After several compressions, Jiang Yang finally compressed these 2000-plus alien characters into a single image.

An image filled with blocks of various colors and sizes.

At this point, the image-based memory method that Jiang Yang had learned and mastered could come in handy.

As long as you remember this image and the multiple compression algorithm you used and carry it into the next life, the image can be restored to its original characters through the algorithm's "decoding".

By this point, a month had passed.

Jiang Yang placed the image in a fixed location and repeatedly reviewed it at irregular intervals to reinforce his memory. At the same time, he also began another task.

The overall shape, architecture, and arrangement of that underground chamber also need to be memorized.

During previous explorations, the astronauts captured a wealth of images and videos. These materials are now serving as nourishment for Jiang Yang.

Time quietly slipped away in Jiang Yang's ever-flowing memories.

Whenever his mind was tired, Jiang Yang would go to the place where Tong Zheng and the others slept for a while, or climb up the canyon to look at the azure planet.

If all else fails, Jiang Yang will take out his gun and fire wildly across the desolate and lifeless lunar landscape, or he'll use high explosives to blow up a few small hills for fun.

On the 40th day, Jiang Yang drove the electric tricycle back to the passage.

(End of this chapter)