1049 I Wish You a Smooth Journey

In the space center of the Alan Hill Empire, in a meeting room, several men in straight clothes were discussing the plan to immigrate to Mayne.

One of the men shook his head and said, "The speed of expansion is still too slow... If we insist on going step by step at this time, then our time will be wasted on some unimportant details."

According to the plan he provided before, as early as last month, they should have sent the first batch of humans to Mayne to develop.

However, because of safety concerns and problems, this plan has been shelved until today.

Another technical representative shook his head and said: "However, if the precious astronauts are used up at this time, we will soon not have a sufficient number of qualified astronauts."

Although there is a magic ball of knowledge, it is not easy to train a qualified astronaut. Each of these astronauts is precious.

"That's right, astronauts are our most precious resource right now." Another man nodded in agreement.

"No way, the military now needs astronauts to expand the space fleet. The star ring needs a large number of astronauts...the spacecraft is also needed, and the transport spacecraft is also needed...we need too many astronauts. "A man with a space agency logo on his chest added.

He is a high-ranking official in charge of the space agency, so he naturally knows that astronauts are now scrambling for meat and potatoes in many ways.

The newly established space army needs a large number of astronauts, and if possible, they are not even willing to let go of any qualified astronauts trained.

Sadly, in terms of civilian use, there are still more than 1,100 astronaut job vacancies just for the Aranciris star ring.

No way, because training an astronaut is a very difficult thing. It is not only necessary to suffer physically, but also to cultivate various knowledge of these astronauts.

These are all time-consuming things. What the Lovely Landhill Empire lacks most is time.

In desperation, many astronauts are skilled workers who have been simply trained. They may not know or understand anything except their jobs.

The result is that the astronauts of Alan Hill, who are supposed to be omnipotent, are actually some post workers-they can only deal with their own work and know nothing about the work of others.

If there is no accident, these shortened versions of astronauts who have shortened the training time can still handle it. If there is an accident, they can only wait to die.

"However, we can take those ... ordinary people who have little experience,

Send it to Mayne..." The first official who spoke spread his hands and said.

In his eyes, as long as those precious astronauts are not lost, it is a better way.

"Anyway, when they get to the place, they don't need any experience in aerospace, they just need... to live there." Another official also agreed with this approach: "We have successfully sent all the animals to that planet. , wouldn't it be more difficult to give it away?"

In short, from a technical point of view, sending living people to Planet Mayne is not a particularly dangerous thing.

"Isn't the air indicator there already very close to Alan Siris?" an official asked his colleagues.

The colleague heard the question, nodded and said: "Yes! The testing equipment shows that the transformation of the Tree of Life is very successful, and the ecological environment there is very close to that of Alan Siris."

"I don't think so. The only difficulty is how we recruit these crazy people who are willing to go to new planets." The first man who spoke concluded.

"Crazy? Do you think they are crazy? I think they are warriors!" The old man finally spoke at this moment. He squinted at the man beside him who spoke first, and scolded coldly.

"I'm sorry! It's Meng Lang, my subordinate." The man immediately bowed his head and corrected his tone.

"Actually, many of us are willing to immigrate, but there are not many who are willing to be the first batch of immigrants." The old man said slowly: "As long as there is the first time, the subsequent things will be much easier."

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"I am willing to participate in the first space immigration." A thin man stood in front of the officials at the recruitment office.

"Jerry...he is a farmer who has been living in the Alanta District, and is the youngest son of the family." Sliding the tablet, a young official among the reception staff looked at his chief officer and introduced softly.

"Jerry... According to the information, you don't have any specialties except farming." Looking at the slightly thin young man in front of him, the recruiting officer frowned slightly and said.

"Sir, it says that no skills are required..." Jerry took a recruitment brochure and said cautiously.

He was educated since he was a child that all officials are adults, and they are powerful people who should be respected as much as possible. At that time, his parents had to kneel in front of the officials.

He had attended a school for three years, a new kind of school, where he had learned some characters and learned some truths. However, he still maintains awe of these officials, that kind of instinctive awe.

"Son, this is a very dangerous choice, your family..." the recruiting officer persuaded.

The young man did not flinch at all, but became more determined: "My family supports my choice. They are proud of me."

"That's not what you said... I want to know your family's wishes." The recruiter sighed depressingly.

He was appointed here to carry out this task, and he felt that this task was a joke. He had to communicate with the applicants, and he had to ensure that he fully complied with his wishes. How could there be so many lunatics signing up?

But as he sat here all morning, several young people came to sign up. He even met two girls who volunteered to go to Maine. You know, this kind of thing is more dangerous and more precious to girls.

"Okay, okay, I see." Putting down the phone, the recruiter looked at the young man again: "Your parents confirmed it in the township certification hall...they did agree with you to go to Mayne... "

"Then, can I ask you? What gave you the courage to go to such a distant planet?" the recruiter asked.

This young man who only farmed in the first half of his life smiled shyly: "This country has allowed me to survive natural disasters and diseases until today, and it has also made my life better and better...so I think, I should do something for this country."

"Look, I don't know anything... The most valuable thing may be this life. So here I am, just like this..." He lowered his head, and when he said this, he didn't even dare to look at it. The recruiter's eyes.

The recruiter hung up the phone receiver in his hand, then walked back to his desk, and looked down at the report on the desk.

Jerry, farmer, 19 years old, 3 years of new school education, no expertise...

"You may have some specialties, kid." The recruiter's tone became as gentle as possible: "It's just that no one has discovered it before... You have courage, this is the most rare quality of a person."

As he spoke, he bent down and solemnly signed his name on the registration form: "I hope your journey goes well... safe journey."