Cataclysmic Era: I can unlock the tech tree

Atocha, who was staring at the screen, was startled awake by the sound of the door opening.

Perhaps because he had been staring at the image of Proxima Centauri for too long, Atocana's three pairs of narrow visual organs were now filled with doubt and confusion.

In his memory, the door had only been opened once.

That was the first time he entered this room.

Light footsteps sounded.

Atocha turned his head to look.

When he saw the Proxima Centauri dressed in black, a fine tingle instantly appeared on the top of his mind.

Black!

Those are clothes only Lyle can wear!

Lyle, the so-called prophet and scientist in the Proxima Centauri civilization's prophecy.

They were also among the most prestigious people.

Without a second thought, he quickly stood up from the chair, raised his forelimbs, and placed them on top of his thought organs.

At the same time, the skin at the top of the thought organ became incredibly smooth under Atocha's deliberate control.

This is how the Proxima Centauri civilization expressed respect.

"Lord Lyle, you..."

The Proxima Centauri glanced at the somewhat oppressive surroundings, and his three pairs of eyes immediately narrowed.

His mind made no attempt to hide his disgust.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lyle roared at Atoka in an extremely sharp tone.

Atocha trembled slightly and crouched down even lower.

"Yes...yes!"

"Lord Lyle, please look this way. Some time ago, when I was observing the main star..."

Lyle used his powerful forelimbs to ruthlessly pull Atocha aside.

"Alright, move aside!"

"I can see it myself!"

Having spent a long time in this room, Atocha lacked exercise, so his muscle strength was naturally inferior to Lyle's.

The moment Lyle's forelimbs touched him, Atocha felt a sudden lightness in his body.

Suddenly, the world spun around him, and he was thrown to the ground like a garbage bag.

Atocha dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

the reason is simple.

In Lyle's eyes, the combined lives of all the Atochas couldn't even compare to the black coat he was wearing.

If Atocha angered him, Lyle had the right to execute him on the spot.

As for who will take over his task...

The incubation center will naturally use the corresponding reproductive cells to incubate new Atocha.

Lyle glanced disdainfully at Atoka, who was slumped on the ground.

"I've really learned something new..."

"Even a mere Atocha can use an optical telescope to observe the night sky."

"Heh...can you even understand it?"

Atocha did not respond to Lyle's mockery.

Lyle turned his head away, looking bored, and looked at the instrument in front of him again.

He carefully extended a small fingernail from his forelimb and gently tapped a few buttons on the instrument.

It was as if the instrument in front of me was stained with something filthy.

"hiss……"

Lyle pressed the pause button and carefully observed the effects in front of him.

a long time.

"Damn it, why is the image so blurry!"

An angry shout rang out in the room.

Atocha, left to the side, remained trembling in his original position on the ground and whispered, "Lord Lyle, this is the lowest-end optical telescope, I..."

"Shut up!" Lyle snapped angrily. "You're interrupting my train of thought!"

Atocha trembled slightly and lay down on the ground again, pretending to be dead.

He quietly reached out and covered the top of his mental organs to prevent them from revealing his innermost thoughts.

"...I'm taking this telescope with me!"

Lyle angrily slammed his forelimb against the monitor in front of him and continued speaking in a shrill voice.

Without waiting for Atocha's response, Lyle pressed a button on his watch.

The door opened again the next moment.

Several strong and robust Proxima Centauri invaded Atocha's "territory".

Under Atocha's watchful eye, the optical telescope was forcibly dismantled and carried out of the room along with the observation instruments beside it.

Then, Lyle, dressed in black, stepped over Atocha's head and walked out of the slightly messy room.

The door closed again, isolating the outside world from the inside.

To date, this door has been opened a total of three times.

For the first time, it took away his freedom.

The second time, it took away his dignity.

The third time, however, took away his last hope.

Atocha silently rose from the ground, and extremely complex ripples appeared on the skin at the top of his thought organ.

He was angry, resentful, and desperate.

Countless negative emotions surged within his mind.

Ah, the Proxima Centauri civilization.

With a total population of just over 100 million, class divisions are extremely pronounced, and ideologies are rigid...

According to the long-standing theory of civilization potential, the Proxima Centauri civilization at this time should be the lowest level of interstellar civilization!

Atocha silently stared at the "scar" left on the ground after the optical telescope had been dismantled, and a crazy idea gradually surfaced in his mind.

He looked at the instruments in front of him that hadn't changed their design in hundreds of years, and wrinkles appeared on the skin at the top of his mind organs.

……

a few days later.

Atocha stared at the buttons on the instrument in front of him, lost in thought.

This is the button that was used to send a message to the solar system last time.

Although he didn't know how these instruments worked, that didn't stop him from making changes to the content of the files he sent.

He didn't know if his decision was right or wrong.

But based on my experience over most of my life, I think this decision was the right one.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button in front of him forcefully.

An electromagnetic wave rushed toward the signal amplifier on the synchronous track at the speed of light.

Several months later, Proxima Centauri b has once again sent a signal to the solar system!

Looking at the white light flashing before him, carrying a warning and a sense of danger, Atocha breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in his chair.

He knew his fate.

Next, his life will come to a perfect end in front of 100 million Proxima Centauri.

He slowly closed his three pairs of eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Hopefully, civilizations in the solar system will receive their message...

(To avoid any misunderstanding, the timeline here is from four years ago, which is a few months after Proxima Centauri sent its first message to the solar system.)

……

Earth.

"Zero, how's the construction progress on Mars City?"

Looking out the window at the thick clouds and the constant flashes of lightning, Lü Yongchang's eyes revealed a hint of worry.

Time is running out for researchers.

It is estimated that in about half a month, even the newly built base on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau will not be able to withstand this terrible weather.

"Professor, Mars City has entered the final stage of construction and is expected to be completed in about a month."

"Considering the time required to travel to Mars, we can prepare to depart."

P.S. Please stop rushing me, please stop rushing me... The plot here is so hard to write, even with an outline I have to slowly work it out...