Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

"Leaders from all over the world are paying attention to this matter. You must give me some suggestions today. Remember, you must!"

One of the military leaders smiled bitterly.

"Sorry Director Venkat, we have already reported this to the President."

"This is a design flaw in the communications system."

"That's right.."

Seeing that someone finally spoke up, the rest of the bigwigs nodded in unison. This matter was really not their fault and they would not take the blame.

This is a design flaw.

"If we want to contact the habitat, we need a communication dish. Only by using this thing to enhance the signal can our satellite communicate with the habitat."

"That's right..."

"That's enough. I don't need you to agree with me. Please continue, sir."

Venkat glanced at the group of people with a look of disappointment, and waited until the room was quiet before speaking unhappily to the communications expert sent by the military.

"I don't want to hear this, I just want to know if there is a solution?"

"No sir, the signal transmitter on the Martian satellite cannot reach the required power by a factor of fourteen."

"Seventeen to be exact."

Venkat was fed up with these communication experts. He glared at one of them who subconsciously retorted.

"Does this matter? Aren't they all impossible to contact?"

"No sir, this is not rigorous enough.. He made a mistake in his calculations..."

The communications expert argued that at this point, does this guy have the same emotional intelligence as young Sheldon?

"enough!"

Venkat can’t bear it.

Anyway, everyone here is a communications expert, so one less won’t make a difference.

He had a grim look on his face.

"Now, you are fired, get out."

"Are you serious? You fired someone who told the truth. I will definitely protest your actions."

The protesting communications specialist was pulled out by security.

This act of killing the chicken to scare the monkey successfully deterred others.

There was this unlucky guy who said the right thing but was thrown out and was unable to participate in this major change event that only happens once in a thousand years.

The other indignant communications experts all shut up.

well.

Venkat sighed in relief and drummed his fingers on the table.

"Excuse me, everyone. I don't want to discuss why a simple storm can cut off all communications with the Ares III habitat, nor do I want to discuss which idiot is responsible for the fact that there are four communication systems, three of which are on the return rocket, and the remaining one is broken in the habitat."

"I need to get in touch with Ares III as quickly as possible. Do you understand? How long will it take at the fastest speed?"

In silence, many people were calculating.

Finally, a hand was quietly raised, standing out from the crowd.

Venkat’s eyes lit up: “You tell me.”

"If we can get the Hermes spacecraft back home, the satellite communications equipment on board might be able to...contact the Hab. The signal transmitter on board has the highest power."

"..."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

Many people turned their heads and stared at this weirdo as if he were a monster.

Is this guy crazy?

They all understood the possible consequences of carrying out this plan. If they returned without supplies, not to mention the danger, the food alone would be enough for the crew of the Hermes to starve to death.

But it was obvious that they seemed to have the wrong idea.

"I'm not sending the Hermes crew to their deaths. It's just that if we can get supplies on Earth and then use the Earth's gravity to eject us... it might be faster."

The young man hurriedly explained that the room was full of big shots, and he would be crazy to communicate with the alien civilization on Mars at the cost of the lives of the Hermes crew. By then, there would be no one to operate, right?

Venkat stared at the curly-haired young man for a long time and nodded slightly.

"That's an idea..."

Chapter 290: Unexpected revelation! Is there still life on Mars?

Using the Hermes spacecraft.

While ensuring the safety of the crew.

Extend their mission time, return to Mars, and make contact with the Ares III habitat.

Let’s not talk about feasibility.

The risks alone are huge.

Not only do we have to consider the psychological problems of the crew members, but also whether they can accept the mission being postponed for more than 900 days.

The lifespan of the Hermes spacecraft must also be taken into account.

The most critical issue is.

The crew of the Hermes had no idea that Roddy might still be alive, nor did they know about the sudden appearance of an alien civilization.

This is because NASA Administrator Teddy refused to inform the Hermes crew of this matter on the grounds that he wanted to ensure the physical and mental health of the crew and that they could not lose any more astronauts.

But now, if they are asked to turn back, there must be a reason.

If they were told this, it would likely be the last straw that broke the camel's back during their long and lonely interstellar journey.

Venkat determined that these communications experts had no better solution.

He immediately promoted the curly-haired young man who claimed to be an orbital researcher to form a project research team.

He chooses his own personnel, and the supercomputer opens up its computing power to him, requiring only that he calculate the feasibility and success rate of his plan.

Venkat himself went to the team leader's office to report the situation.

The team consists of five senior officials from various countries participating in the Mars program.

...

"Bang bang!"

"Gentlemen, the results are in."

Venkat walked into the office tiredly. He hadn't slept for nearly fifty hours.

He is exhausted, but even so he insists on his responsibility because it concerns all mankind.

No one knows whether the alien civilization is friendly, and no one knows what to do next. At this time, someone who can take on the responsibility is needed to lead everyone.

The guard at the door glanced at him but did not stop him.

Venkat glared back.

He is very angry now.

Go into the office.

Good sound insulation prevents any noisy sounds from outside from coming in.

The room is completely sealed, has no windows but is brightly lit and has a lot of space.

Before Venkat could speak, an old man's voice came over.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Venkat, but I also have some news. You've come just in time. Please take a seat."

The voice came from an old man right in front. Although he had white hair and obvious age spots, he looked in good spirits.

Venkat stopped and asked awkwardly.

"Are you in a meeting? Sorry, but I have a report on communications. How about I come back later?"

“No Mr. Venkat, the communication is not important anymore, take a seat.”

Venkat shrugged in confusion and sat down in an armchair at the back, looking around the room.

New faces, new faces.

Well, it seemed like the whole world united when this happened.

Another doubt is.

Communication is no longer important? What does that mean?

Soon Venkat’s doubts were answered.

"We received this video six minutes ago. I'm sorry that I can't tell everyone before we make a decision, but it is very necessary for you to see it, Mr. Venkat."

Right in front, the old man who served as the chief spoke up. He was the former director of NASA.

He later retired and has now been recruited again.

Because he has participated in many NASA space programs and has rich experience in this area.

At this moment he spoke with a serious face.

Venkat paused, then straightened up as he thought of something.

asked in disbelief.

"Could it be Mars?"

No one answered.

But it seems to have answered.

The chief elder kept silent and nodded to the secretary beside him, who replayed the video on the computer.