Cataclysmic Era: I can unlock the tech tree

The uniformed man suddenly realized what was happening.

He found the key to the problem and quickly asked, "What about their maternal grandfather?"

Mr. Ren's lips twitched slightly, and he looked into the distance: "In City Number Four."

Currently, I live alone.

"Old people come from Earth; they cherish the past."

"Having finally found a home, I naturally don't want to leave."

"But... Ren Feng is a sentimental guy. He wanted to take care of his grandfather, so he refused to participate in the relocation plan."

"Those two kids..." Mr. Ren said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "What can ten-year-olds understand? They only know how to follow their older brother."

The uniformed man frowned.

Now things are in trouble.

"What's your opinion on this?" the uniformed man asked in a low voice. "Should we let them stay here with the old man, or...?"

Mr. Ren suddenly became agitated: "What kind of joke is this?!"

"Who doesn't know that Proxima Centauri is about to go out?"

"If I can survive here for a hundred years, do you think I can stay here for five hundred?!"

"Please don't get agitated," the uniformed man said gently.

"...I'm sorry." As Mr. Ren's emotions gradually calmed down, he lowered his head and apologized, "I hope you can persuade him to participate in the relocation plan."

"We...only have these three children."

The uniformed man nodded silently: "This is our mission."

"Moreover, the higher-ups value these new generations who are unwilling to migrate. As you know, in the interstellar age, these fresh blood are crucial to civilization."

"I will do my best."

……

The next day.

The uniformed man arrived in City Four.

Following the address given by Ren's father, they arrived at a remote neighborhood.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, he took a deep breath.

After forcing a friendly smile, he reached out and knocked on the door.

Who is it?

An elderly voice came from within.

Then, a series of footsteps, growing ever closer, sounded at the doorway.

My steps stopped.

The uniformed man quickly said, "Hello, I am the street manager in charge of the human migration project."

"Click".

The door slowly opened, and behind it stood an elderly man with a full head of white hair.

The old man frowned at the uniformed man and asked in a low voice, "You're in charge of the migration... Didn't you come here a few days ago?"

As he spoke, the old man's face was filled with suspicion: "Could he be a con artist?!"

"Sir, I'm not involved in the relocation." The uniformed man was somewhat speechless and quickly explained, "I'm the head of the neighborhood committee; my main job is to mobilize people to participate in the relocation plan."

The old man waved his hand: "It's just part of the migration..."

"Besides, I don't think you're a good person."

As he spoke, he stretched out his wrinkled hand and tremblingly pressed a red button by the door.

Man in uniform: ? ? !

"Grandpa, please, please don't be impulsive!" He pulled an ID card from his pocket as he stopped the old man. "Look, I have my ID!"

The old man pressed the button with one hand and took the document with the other, glancing at it suspiciously.

"Are fake document makers this good now?"

The uniformed man: "..."

"Sir, I'm calling you 'sir' now!"

The uniformed man said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Sir, think about it carefully. Since arriving on Proxima Centauri, have you encountered any swindlers?"

The old man nodded silently: "Yes."

The uniformed man was horrified: "What?! When did this happen?!"

impossible!

All cities are under zero management, so even a high-ranking member of parliament cannot abuse their power for personal gain!

Is there some kind of superhuman who can evade Zero's pursuit?!

The old man looked at the man warily and slowly uttered two words: "Now."

The uniformed man: "..."

……

Finally, with the police's confirmation, the old man believed the man in uniform's identity.

"So... what are you migrant workers doing here again?"

The uniformed man weakly corrected him, "Sir, we're not involved in the migration, I'm..."

"Fine, just consider me a migrant."

"I've come to see you mainly because of your grandson."

The old man's expression instantly turned serious.

"Xiaofeng?"

"What's wrong with him?!"

The uniformed man paused, stunned. "You didn't know?"

Upon hearing that it concerned his grandson, the old man became immediately agitated.

He slammed his fist on the table in front of him impatiently: "What do I know? What happened to Xiaofeng?!"

The uniformed man nodded thoughtfully.

More than ten minutes later.

"What's the point of keeping me company, this old man who's practically half-buried?"

As he spoke, he reached out and turned on the holographic projector next to him. With trembling hands, he found Ren Feng's contact information and pressed it without hesitation.

……

three days later.

As they watched Ren Feng board the maglev train bound for City Four, Ren's parents sighed deeply.

The uniformed man said apologetically to the two of them, "I'm sorry, Ren Feng, he..."

Mr. Ren slowly shook his head, looked down at his youngest son and daughter beside him, and asked softly, "This is probably the best outcome."

After a moment of silence, he looked at the man in uniform again.

A glimmer of hope shone in his dim eyes: "Will you still try to persuade Ren Feng?"

The uniformed man hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head.

Ren's father's eyes dimmed completely.

"Feel sorry."

The uniformed man apologized again.

"As instructed by the Academy of Sciences, the relocation plan is about to officially begin."

"This is the final mobilization."

Mr. and Mrs. Ren did not speak, but silently looked up at the maglev train in the distance.

Scenes like these occur repeatedly throughout the Proxima Centauri b city cluster.

Under the final mobilization order, some of the younger generation chose to join the migration plan.

Of course, many others continue to stick to their original choices.

……

"well……"

Looking at the final statistical results displayed in the holographic projection, Lü Yongchang sighed deeply.

"Are there still 8000 million young people choosing to stay here?"

"Unfortunately, after this parting, we will be two different civilizations."

As he spoke, a hint of regret appeared in Lü Yongchang's eyes.

"Zero, how long do you think they can hold out after we leave?" he muttered to himself.

After a brief wait, Zero gave his answer.

1000 years.

"Only 1000 years...?"

Lu Yongchang lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Yes, this is still under ideal conditions." Zero quickly provided a series of simulation data.

Lu Yongchang glanced at the holographic projection in front of him.

The calculation process is very rigorous.

That's also ideal.

After a moment's hesitation, Lü Yongchang shook his head helplessly and said in a deep voice:

"Zero, initiate the migration plan!"

"Starting tomorrow, all personnel will enter hibernation in order and in batches."