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"It's probably because it's always been kept in a box or similar containment device..."

"But now that the box is broken, it will be difficult to find." The entire control panel is charred. Even if it didn't pop out in time, it probably wouldn't have survived. And even if it did, you wouldn't be able to spot it immediately among a pile of charred components.

"So, these odds and ends are completely useless?"

“Yes…” Old Xia nodded. His biggest achievement was that he had successfully rescued all the quantum cell encapsulation chips that hadn’t had time to self-destruct with astonishing speed and precision.

So, theoretically speaking, he now has several quantum microcontrollers at his disposal, which is a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

The issue of the debris falling was barely reported in the news; it was simply considered a normal meteor fall. There was also little coverage of the brief clash between Ursus and Great Yan on the border. News from Little Tiger's side came faster than the news.

"Old Xia, are you sure everything has been destroyed?" White Rabbit asked with some concern. "What if there's anything that wasn't destroyed..."

"That's impossible. This is a high-quality, fast, and clean self-destruct device that has been proven in actual combat. Even races more advanced than the Terrans can't reverse engineer anything useful from it."

"However, Lao Xia, you seem to have forgotten something. Have you considered that the Terrans' technology is not the same as yours? What is worthless to you may be worthless to the Ursus people."

"Damn it! How could I forget this!" This is how inertia can kill. For Lao Xia, the spaceship's skeleton, nanopolymer materials, light aluminum alloys, titanium alloys, carbon nanomaterials, etc., are all common material choices for interstellar civilizations, with almost no reverse value. But it's different for the Terrans.

These seemingly completely burned remains are also a huge treasure trove for them.

For example, the electronic system hardware structure, automatic control principles, and automated mechanical parts that are impossible to destroy, are things that everyone knows and don't need to keep secret, are incredibly inspiring for the Terrans who are essentially "burning warlocks for warmth" despite their high-tech facade.

Even if they can't build the Titan Chariot, building just five pairs of wheels would be enough to give Old Xia a headache. Not to mention that once automation becomes widespread, the explosive growth in productivity and the elimination of dependence on Originium will cause the Infected to instantly split and transform from the most reliable and easily united class into the most unreliable group.

Because their wages are low and their expectations are low, these previously burdensome people will soon be absorbed back into the workforce as automation expands. Old Xia doesn't have the confidence to compete with any country on production scale right now.

His only advantage is in technology, but this advantage is like water without a source, and it is easy for others to close the gap with their scale advantage.

"Also, Lao Xia, aren't you planning to contact your compatriots up there?" White Rabbit was also curious about this. Logically speaking, if he knew that his compatriots were still suffering in the sky, he should have rescued them immediately.

"I have this plan, but I don't know what use it would be. I don't have satellites or star charts right now, and I can't figure out the patterns of the debris in the orbit. If I rashly guide them to make an emergency landing, it would be like murder and robbery."

Moreover, it was a de facto murder and robbery, because the people would probably all die, but the main body of the spaceship might not necessarily be completely destroyed.

"However, you're right, there's no harm in contacting them."

Meanwhile, in the orbit of the planet Terra, endless dark blue-green Originium enveloped the half-yellow, half-green planet like a vast desert, while the side facing the sun displayed a pure golden color like Originium.

The reverse side is a deep bluish-black, resembling eyes constantly blinking in the sky.

As it absorbs and releases solar energy, it twinkles, and those that are too bright can be clearly seen even within the atmosphere, like a dazzling starry sky.

However, when you turn your gaze to the outer reaches of the night sky, all you see are a few scattered stars and endless darkness.

The scattered galaxies at the edge of the cantilever, or rather, in the endless void very close to the edge of the cantilever, are like the first hammer to be accelerated in this hammer throw race that has lasted for trillions of years.

The gravitational pull from the Milky Way diminishes day by day, while the speed of its orbit around the star disk increases day by day. Eventually, it will break free from the star disk along a beautiful tangent, becoming a wandering galaxy in space, until it is captured by the next star disk, or drifts until the day the star goes out or until the edge of the universe.

It drifted along with its companions, who had been thrown out during some intense and exhilarating cosmic spectacle, and gradually drifted apart due to the difference in angle.

Just like the movement of the physical universe itself, it moves from aggregation to splitting, from splitting to dispersion, and finally becomes a stagnant pool with no waves, until the next singularity collapse induced by entropy reduction, whether accidental or inevitable.

Of course, whether one is thrown out of this hammer throw competition that has lasted for hundreds of billions of years and becomes an ark drifting in the void, or becomes a tiny ripple in a stagnant pool, that future is far too long for life.

In this hammer throw competition, the cable holding this galaxy together has broken. The starry sky observed by our ancient ancestors has long since become a rapidly receding dark star, which will gradually disappear into the night sky, leaving only endless darkness.

This star will be the only ark to carry life on this dark sea. No one knows when it will be captured again, and perhaps this miracle will not happen until the sun goes out and becomes a dim white dwarf.

In essence, life, the sun, and celestial bodies are all miracles or good fortune in the universe, but good fortune cannot last forever.

Is there life in those star systems that are still nearby, making their final acceleration around the star disk?

Nobody knows. Perhaps they did, perhaps our ancestors once received their probes or signals, but now all that remains is silence in the face of an endless, dark future.

When people are in space, especially on a wrecked ship, they often have all sorts of wonderful ideas, like philosophy, but philosophy can't fill an empty stomach.

So the young man had to look away from the porthole and pace around in the only safe cabin, less than 30 square meters, before walking with immense fear and despair to the machine in the corner.

"Beep!" The emergency power supply, which was still running, started up, and a large cup of white, shapeless, semi-liquid substance fell into the plate, forming a shape that you wouldn't want to investigate its taste or origin at all.

It's bland and tasteless, slightly chewy, with a hint of indescribable saltiness, giving you the feeling that you're actually eating half-rotten toilet paper, or perhaps some kind of indescribable excrement.

Of course, from a nutritional point of view, it is healthy enough and rich in fiber, which is the source of its chewiness;

It has enough protein, which is the source of that greasy, smooth texture;

There's also a healthy, moderate amount of salt and various amino acid additives, which gives it that strange, salty taste that evokes associations with things one shouldn't.

Finally, it also contains enough fructose and starch to meet a person's daily needs, as well as water, which explains the mushy shape of this terrible fluid and the constant seepage of a slightly yellowish liquid.

In short, given the choice between the gallows and eating this stuff, almost 90% of astronauts would choose the gallows.

However, faced with the horrific prospect of starvation, they were forced to make the humiliating choice of consuming this unidentified organic substance.

"This can't possibly be food for humans!" The screams of the first taste tester echoed involuntarily in their minds as they swallowed a spoonful of white organic sauce, shaking every nerve.

After consuming this hellish, painful substance that constantly reminded him that he was still alive and wouldn't go insane, the young man sat in the driver's seat. The metal plate next to him was engraved with nearly 700 scratches, some of which were deliberately deepened, marking the time when a companion or survivor died or went missing.

Some attempted to deploy smelting arrays, preparing to build themselves a magnificent space tombstone; others planned to venture out and try their luck, hoping to find water or other usable materials on asteroids; and the bravest of them all piloted the last escape pod directly towards the planet—

Before entering the atmosphere, it needs to have a close encounter with the densely packed rocks in low orbit.

Clearly, after seeing the obvious fire caused by the collision in low orbit, the young man had no hope that the guy would survive.

"Buzz—" The communication station remained silent. The active communication system had been knocked away from the beginning, and the technician who tried to repair it was gone. His body was still hanging on the outer shell.

If the young man removed the metal plate covering the rear observation window, he would see a, well, half a completely dehydrated corpse floating freely behind the hull.

The safety rope attached to his belt secured him to the outer shell, while his lower body had been taken away by a small meteorite that had sped past at high speed. His intestines floated in the vacuum like a long thread, completely dried up, like a specimen of some disgusting insect.

This horrific accident scene tells everyone that the safety operating standards set by the Covenant's Ship Technicians Guild are justified.

Although space is terrifyingly empty most of the time, the distance between two stars in a dense asteroid belt is usually more than 30 light-seconds.

(That's right, the shortest distance between asteroids in the asteroid belt is 980 million kilometers, or 32.6 light-seconds. That's the shortest, so don't believe the dense asteroids depicted in movies. In reality, you could drive something the size of Earth and still not hit anything...)

But now, in this abnormally dense place, resembling a planetary disintegration site, this safety rule demonstrates its foresight and experience, and the Groot technician who chose to violate the rules has ended up like this.

What shattered him was nothing more than a tiny trinket 11 centimeters in diameter.

In any case, this little cutie was traveling at a relative speed of 170 kilometers per second, and no individual protective gear could withstand its heavy blow.

Directly in front of the spaceship, the thing that protected it from destruction was a huge, enormous, futuristic hemisphere, about 60 kilometers in diameter.

However, the tentacled cables radiating from all directions, the spiky spires made of unidentified golden crystals, and the broken layers of the work surface on the other half all point to one thing—this large space station was never completed.

On its front, the words "Starship-03" are written in the very ancient Celtic alphabet.

One of the survivors was trying to pilot a small shuttle to the space station to scout ahead when he was blasted away by some kind of defense system that was still in operation. Those tentacle-like things were made of the same material as the rocks outside. It was like a giant eye watching over the planet's surface and intercepting any large, high-speed objects.

Clearly, judging from the dense array of stones, it's hard to say whether it did a great job or a terrible job. In any case, the large stones capable of destroying the Windrunner's catapult bridge were eventually intercepted, but no one knows if it will become inoperable in the next second.

"Buzz—" The communication station continued to emit noise; it was only in passive reception mode. "Buzz... Hello..." There was no response. The young man thought he was hallucinating. "Are there any survivors up there? Hello, it seems they're all really dead—"

I desperately wanted to shout, "There's still one alive!" But there was nothing I could do, because the active transmitter had been damaged, and the repairman's body had turned into vacuum-sealed cured meat.

"My communication channel is... buzz... If there are still survivors, please reply as soon as possible... The following is an automatically repeating message..."

"No matter who sent it, we must get in touch with them!" The young man looked out the porthole, made up his mind, and began to take action.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Crown of the World

Chapter 38

For an individual in space, if they already possess a fairly advanced passive receiver and a fully functional, undamaged decoding and encoding device, how difficult would it be to communicate with a ground communication station? The answer is, that depends on how fast the electromagnetic wave antenna you assemble is.

Without considering secrecy, directionality, and energy consumption, it is very easy to build a simple device that can broadcast to the surface of a planet.

Especially when you also have a bunch of electronic components and a fully functional decoding device.

The only problem is that you need to perform a very dangerous EVA (extravelogue) mission, "Whoosh—"

The maintenance gate opened, revealing the endless tranquility of the outside world. The young man swallowed hard, then leaped lightly into the black curtain, grabbed the handle outside the cabin, and headed towards the entire communication tower that had been knocked askew.

He needs to traverse 228 dangerous steps, avoiding those seemingly safe, sun-drenched golden-brown crystals floating around him, before entering the communication array. He needs to find enough intact electronic components, ideally a working electromagnetic communication device, repair it, or assemble a similar device to attach to it.

In terms of technical difficulty, assembling a simple and crude electromagnetic wave communication device is as easy for him as a junior high school craft class.

But in terms of safety... it's a nightmare, especially since part of the last daring guy is still floating around there.

"This is... a living hell." The young man gripped the maintenance handle outside the cabin tightly and slowly floated toward the target. The small motion detection radar on the shoulder of the protective suit could detect nearby moving objects, but it could not guarantee that you would have enough time to avoid the moving object.

While someone in space was struggling to repair communication equipment, on the ground, Lao Xia temporarily abandoned communication with those above.

However, he also knew that this kind of communication often required considerable patience, especially when his equipment did not have high power.

The renovation of the old city has entered a well-organized final stage. Most of the shops on the outer ring road have started to open for business, and the flow of people on the streets is gradually increasing. After the power supply was restored, the pedestrian street under the deck also became lively.

There are only two projects that are not yet completed: one is the new administration building in the old city of Longmen, and the other is the group office building of the Xia Group. The former is similar in shape to the other administration buildings, a triangular building like a bridge, while the latter is like a slender flower piercing the sky.

The main function of the group's office building is to handle the increasingly large orders and various financial activities that will gradually increase. This requires a considerable number of employees to maintain, as well as a very good information processing server.

This is also a way for Xia Lin to absorb the power of the Lungmen infected. After all, any company that mainly engages in physical trade needs a department that does not require actual contact with customers—the customer service department.

These roles, which only require staying in front of the terminal and using their Originium Arts, can be easily delegated to Infected individuals, just as no one knows if the person on the other end of the network is a dog. Similarly, no one knows whether the person on the other end is a normal person or an Infected.

The flower-shaped device at the top is a communicator used to communicate with the snowfield and other company departments and bases in the future. The communication towers on the snowfield are sufficient to handle this relay work. To establish a trade network across the continent, it is first necessary to establish an information network that can encompass it.

"So, you're playing with wet devices again. Who's the victim this time?" White Rabbit looked at the strange things in the server room on the ground floor, those cubic biochips and the connecting devices that connect all the terminals belonging to the Xia Group in the entire old city, a beautiful flower of flesh and blood.

Like a spider lily blooming in hell, vibrant red blood vessels and nerve fibers blossom in a metal flowerpot, swaying gently in the clear amniotic fluid, as if the petals are swaying lightly in the wind. At the tips of the delicate petals, countless nerve fibers invisible to the naked eye connect to individual communication devices.

It is the spine of the entire biological processing center, sending signals from all terminals into the biochip array for processing and then outputting the results. The transmission method used is neural potential transmission, which is sufficient to meet the requirements.

"I don't know. I only cloned and cultured the life sample provided by Dr. Kal'tsit and removed the limit on the number of cell divisions," which is equivalent to an artificial tumor.

This is a very important technology in Star Alliance agricultural production, and it is a required test point in the "Free Organization Synthesis" course at Xia Lin University. It is very difficult to grow crops on a spaceship.

Therefore, hydroponics, aeroponics, and tissue culture techniques are mostly used in space stations, spacecraft, and other space creations.

This artificial tumor, which can grow indefinitely by consuming readily available and recyclable inorganic materials, yields a large amount of corresponding biological tissue.

The process of breaking down these biological tissues into basic muscle fibers, fat blocks, and other coarse components using molding equipment, and then printing them into various meat products, is also part of Star Alliance Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Technology and falls under the category of "Animal Husbandry".

Essentially, there's no difference between free-range livestock and a piece of meat that can self-replicate and consume nutrients. Therefore, Lao Xia handles these wet-piece projects with ease.

Biochips made from animal brain cells, biocomputation programming technology, artificially constructing artificial viruses and microorganisms using similar protein compilation technology, and genetic engineering—all of these fall under his professional courses.

Theoretically speaking, this guy's best fit is to become the most terrifying bio-terrorist in all of Terra.

His equipment and skills fully support him in creating an artificial virus that could wipe out all Terrans.

Even if the original purpose of this technology and equipment is to genetically modify species and to produce corresponding fermentation bacteria, don't underestimate yeast!

"It can transmit information through the Originium Effect Field and read superficial neural information. To be honest, this is very valuable for research. If I were back home, I could even publish a few papers on it."