Deep Space Fleet

Zhang Yuan took out his mobile phone, clicked on the self-service taxi-hailing software, and input his destination by voice.

"Destination, Donghai City, the mileage is about 412 kilometers."

"Searching for carpool partners, please wait..."

A radar-like pattern is spinning.

This inter-city bus is carpooled by 10 people, and the cost per person is not 60 yuan, which is very cost-effective.

It quickly travels on the intercity high-altitude track, with a speed of up to 400 kilometers per hour. This speed is no longer within the control of ordinary humans, so it is necessary to strictly maintain the distance between vehicles through unmanned driving.

There used to be an idiot who wanted to show off his driving ability in front of his partner, but switched to manual driving in a non-emergency situation, but the result...of course it was ashamed. At a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, the car hit the railing of the high rail, and not a single organ in the whole body was intact.

However, the railings made of carbon nanotubes were not damaged in a car accident, and the safety of high-altitude tracks has become famous.

An hour later, after getting off the bus, Zhang Yuan took the subway again to reach his destination.

"You are so punctual, you are not a minute early!" Li Zhendong opened the door.

"I slept in the massage shop, so it's a bit late..."

"Tsk tsk, that's a good place for an affair!" Li Zhendong said with an animal expression on his face. This group has been staying in Aerospace City for a long time, and their whole body is like dry wood, as if they can rub and heat up when they come into contact with the opposite sex, and burn a raging flame.

Zhang Yuan said angrily: "Please, they are all aunts. Where did the affair come from? Is the taste so bad... Can you talk to me about this as soon as we meet..."

"Zhang Yuan!" Li Zhendong's eyes suddenly became serious, as if he was planning something.

"Why?" Zhang Yuan's back felt cold.

Li Zhendong looked excited and waved his mobile phone, "I have talked to a girl these days, maybe a little story can happen... Take a look at the photos, they are still very good."

"Yeah?"

Taking the phone and looking at it, the profile picture is that of a very cute girl with a pouting mouth, white and tender.

chat record:

【Female: Your salary is high, right? 】

[Li Zhendong: It's not too high, money is not of much use to us, the main thing is to live happily...]

【Spaceship Photo】

[Photo of Li Zhendong's whole body suspended]

[Female: Space is too much fun! I dream of going to space, but unfortunately the cost of travel is too expensive. 】

[Li Zhendong: Risking your life to do this job, how can you call it fun? In an environment without gravity, drinking saliva can choke to death. There are really such cases! 】

【Female: Is your father also a worker in the space city? 】

【Li Zhendong: Of course, but I never relied on my father, I got into the exam by myself. 】

[…… (omit the 10,000 words of teasing my sister)]

[Li Zhendong: Look, I'm about to board the spaceship, can you watch a movie with me. I've grown up so much I haven't dated yet. 】

[Female: Aha~ Really? You don't have a girlfriend? 】

The woman whimpered, and hadn't officially responded yet, but she seemed to be moved.

Li Zhendong showed off happily: "You know how good you are. Do you want to teach you how to pick up girls? This is the first trick. Pretending to be pure, some women just like this! They just like virgins!"

Zhang Yuan frowned.

"There is a second trick, playing hard to get."

"The third trick, the monkey steals the peach!"

"What... stealing peaches?!"

Li Zhendong's tone became more and more excited, and his voice became louder and louder, "Oh, it's stealing...Think about it, even if you are gone and left the earth, those girls still miss you. In the deepest part of their hearts , leaving a corner for you, where the good times spent with you are buried."

"One year, ten years, one hundred years, at the moment they died, the last words they uttered were your name...but you are in another place in time and space."

"Don't you think this matter is very meaningful?"

I don't know why, Zhang Yuan's heart is calm, and he even feels a little nauseous...

Zhang Yuan sighed, my buddy is good at everything, high IQ, genius, a god-level figure who can get good grades casually.

The only bad thing is... very boring, and likes to brag.

Zhang Yuan grinned suddenly: "Scumbag!"

"I'll tell your mother!"

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Yuan repeated it exactly as it was: "...one year, ten years, one hundred years, at the moment of their death, your name was the last word they uttered?"

"Li Zhendong! Li Zhendong! Ah, I'm going to die."

"Is that how it's called? Are you happy? Are you happy?"

Silence again.

To a certain extent, Zhang Yuan is considered a talent.

Li Zhendong also sighed, staring at the ceiling: "I just want to beat you to death now, really!"

...

Li Zhendong at the dining table is just a good son, he doesn't say a word, just eats silently.

Mother Li was very kind, and kept asking Zhang Yuan to eat more, saying that "you won't be able to eat raw meat when you go into space", and "this big chicken leg is real local chicken", which was exactly the same as my sister-in-law said.

This is true, the space of the spaceship is limited, the ecological environment is not very good, it is no problem to plant some plants, but it is impossible to raise pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks and fish extravagantly. Therefore, what is eaten in the space city is synthetic meat, that is, animal cell tissue in a petri dish.

Li Zhendong's father, Li Cheng, and Zhang Yuan's father are colleagues in Space City.

He was chatting non-stop about some stories about the design of the "Earth Times" in the past.

"...Your father Zhang Qiming is really a genius. For problems that we couldn't think of, he just patted his head and turned the pen, and he figured it out. It's like taking medicine!"

"Drugs?" Zhang Yuan couldn't help wiping the sweat off his face.

"More than half of the control program of the spacecraft was built by him, and only 212 small bugs have been detected so far. This is really too difficult..."

"It's a pity, I left too early, it's a pity..." Li Cheng was in a complicated mood, and even drank some wine.

"Is 212 still a small number?"

"You don't understand, the control engineering of the spacecraft is one after another, layer by layer. The more complex the system, the greater the risk. And the Earth Times has a safety monitoring system, an energy system, an ecological system, and a material circulation system. , communication systems and more than a dozen subsystems, as well as a small number of industrial factories, the complexity of control engineering is far beyond your imagination!"

"Software and hardware complement each other, and the difficulty of software does not have to be lower than that of hardware!"

Neither of the two young men could answer anything.

After a while, Zhang Yuan asked, "Can't the spaceship go any faster?"

Li Cheng shook his head: "Seven thousandths of the speed of light is really fast. It can only be accelerated by a large-yield nuclear bomb. It is expected to reach 3% of the speed of light, but our materials are far from being able to withstand the explosive power of nuclear bombs." ...and no nuclear-bomb-resistant materials are likely to appear in the foreseeable future."

Li Zhendong also asked: "Dad, after we leave, will we build the next colonial ship?"

"No, it shouldn't happen in recent years, or even in recent decades... The entire global economic circle needs to rest for a while."

"This project is too costly and costly. Even with the strong support of the governments of various countries and the Deep Space Foundation, it will take a long period of recuperation to slowly recover."

"Regarding the special aviation tax, there are strong public oppositions, and several countries are also making a lot of noise. It is estimated that it will be cancelled..."

Zhang Yuan wondered: "Could it be that we are a separate group of deep space colonists?"

"Not necessarily, as for the future, who knows?"

"The basic deep space voyage technology has matured. Rebuilding a second large colonial ship will not be as expensive as the first one. Perhaps, when the government has spare money, it is still possible to launch a second ship."

"However, before the emergence of new technologies, it is very difficult to greatly increase the speed of navigation. You should not expect the spaceship behind to catch up with you."

Zhang Yuan gnawed on the chicken leg, paused for a while, and deciphered a key message: The fat and oily Deep Space Foundation seems to be out of money.