Chapter 1591 Temporary Alone
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Cecil's five years, the last week of the Harvest Moon, Noi and Loren ushered in the last super-light communication between the two civilizations before the demon tide came.
When the huge sun in the Solin area rose to the highest point in the sky, the leaders of each country in the Loren Alliance connected to the listening port of the communication link. Four light years away, the wise men and leaders of the Noi people They also plugged into their data networks.
And speaking on behalf of the two civilizations, one is still Gao Wen, and the other is still the "witch" Nova.
For this special day, Gawain even left the city of Cecil and came to the command center of the giant tree of Sorin in person—he will complete his last dialogue with the Noi people in this hall that has played an extremely important historical mission. Although this will not have any impact on the communication process between the two civilizations from a practical point of view, as a mortal, one always has to pursue symbolic meanings of one kind or another.
In Sorin's command hall, all the operating seats are full, and all the control terminals are on standby. The flickering runes and magic glow flow quietly on the magic metal belts on the walls and roof. A Taiwan magic The network terminal lights up one after another amidst low buzzing sounds, and the pillar of the "mind hub" directly connected to the computing center is standing quietly in the center of the hall. Centers and other facilities have established connections.
An unusually solemn and silent atmosphere enveloped this huge place, and the operators in front of each seat sat in their positions with an almost solemn attitude, although maintaining a FTL communication does not require so many operators to be on duty at the same time. , but on this special day today, "attendance" itself is their duty, and Gawain is sitting on the platform where Bertila's avatar usually sits, and he is calmly watching the holographic projection in front of him, Look at the numbers above jumping a little bit.
Bertila stood quietly beside Gawain, her perception extended to the canopy of the giant tree of Sorin along the huge nervous system, she listened to the soft humming of the huge antenna array in the wind, and after a certain humming , the familiar and gentle tremor finally appeared in the atmosphere—the greeting from four light-years away arrived on time.
"Received Noy's communication signal." Bertila said immediately, and this seemed to be a switch, and the hall that was in a stagnant state became busy in an instant—the translation auxiliary array began to automatically record those that had been entered due to frequent use. The information in the database was translated into Nuoyi's common text, and the recording equipment began to perform the file retention operation. The holographic projection in front of Gao Wen trembled slightly, and clear text appeared in front of his eyes: "Nuoyi called Loren - we are all well .”
"Loren received a call—I'm glad to hear your voices," Gawain took a breath and said with a slight smile, "This will be our last communication before the arrival of the demon tide."
"Yes," the text on the holographic projection paused here, and then the message continued, "No matter what the result is, we are very happy to meet friends like you in this long watch,
Noye wishes to see Loren as an eternal ally, and our strong friendship will be like a blood kin across the stars—until time and fate end us. "
"The same is true for us. Meeting you will be the most valuable gain of Loren civilization since its birth and development," Gawain said slowly, "Have you made all the preparations?"
"We have done everything we can - we have done everything we can. Calculated by Loren time, the Nuoi people have spent 1,400 years facing this doomsday, and before this doomsday comes In the last day, there is nothing waiting for us to complete," the characters on the holographic projection are beating, "We have stopped now, the wise men and the elders are waiting for the challenge to come in peace and calm, to Nuo Humanly speaking, the spear and shield are already in hand, and the rest is waiting for the enemy to come."
Afterwards, "Witch" Nova's message paused for a moment, and new content came: "How about you? Friends, where are your preparations? When the tide of magic descends on Noi, the time left for you Not much more."
"We have completed the deciphering and injection of the final key at the data level, and the preparations for the activation of the planetary shield have been completed, and now only the construction work in space is left-this work will be completed in one day. It will be over in two months," Gao Wen said frankly, "after you start to face the demon tide, Loren will complete all the preparations as planned, don't worry about us, everything is proceeding according to the schedule, and even Slightly ahead."
"Then, I wish you all the best." On the holographic projection, the message sent by "Witch" Nova was refreshed line by line, "We will wait for this storm to end under the protection of the Mind Unification Field, and look forward to communicating with you again after the communication is restored. The day you contacted."
As "Witch" Nova said just now, all the efforts that should be made have been exhausted. In the past few days, Loren and Nuoyi have completed the handover of all data, and the two people who cannot touch each other Civilization has come to this moment hand in hand with the constant exchange of super-light speed communication waves. With the magic tide still coming to Nuoyi in the last ten hours, both sides have nothing more to do. Today's last contact Nor was it meant to be an exchange of any significant technical material, but more of a goodbye.
Saying goodbye is to meet again next time, and good night is to welcome the next dawn together.
"Image data received." Bertila said suddenly, and then the data processing equipment in the hall began to work. In front of Gao Wen, a picture began to gradually emerge from the holographic projection. It was blurry at first, but soon became clear. , he saw a land he had never seen before, with verdant mountains undulating in the distance, a wide river flowing from the mountains across the plain, and a sun that was much smaller than the giant sun of Loren shone on the land , the strange alien city is like a jewel in the sun, shining on the plain at the foot of the mountain.
A line of text appeared below the picture: "After a few years, you are welcome to come here as guests."
"Send them the image of the giant tree of Sorin." Gawain pondered for a while, then turned to Bertila and said, "We greeted them here at first, so let's welcome them here."
After a while, the video data was sent, and the reply from "Witch" Nova appeared in front of Gawain very quickly: "It's amazing! I've heard your description of the 'Giant Tree of Thorin', but I didn't expect She is so amazing, the whole city is just a corner under her feet, Ms. Bertila's 'body' is this giant tree, isn't it?"
"Yes, this is a 'miracle' left after resisting a certain divine disaster," Gawain laughed, "One day, we also welcome you to come here as guests—Beltera will welcome you here. "
"We are looking forward to that day," said "Witch" Nova, and then she paused for a moment, "So far, the content of the planned communication has come to an end—but this channel will maintain the connection until the interference of the demon tide will exceed the speed of light. The moment the communication was cut off."
"The Loren FTL communication array will also remain on standby until the communication is automatically interrupted," Gawain nodded lightly, "Take a break, Miss Nova."
"Okay, Mr. Leader—goodbye, and look forward to contacting you next time."
The setting sun is gradually approaching the earth. Standing on the canopy of the giant tree of Sorin, one can see that nearly a quarter of the magnificent sun has sunk under the layers of branches and leaves on the edge of the canopy. The orange-red sunset glow It spread all the way along the edge of the canopy, looking at it from a distance, it was like the setting sun lit the horizon, and then spread an illusory fire on the top of the giant tree.
Gawain came to the top of the canopy of the giant tree of Sorin. He stepped on the huge leaves as solid as the earth. The towering antenna array whimpered slightly in the wind behind him. In this place far away from the earth, even the summer wind is very special. It is cool, and in this pleasant wind, there are also some unknown birds that make their homes on the top of the giant tree. They fly from afar in the afterglow of the setting sun, and disappear in the depths of the gaps on the edge of the tree crown in the blink of an eye.
Gawain suddenly thought that for these birds, the Thorin Giant Tree was their safe shelter. Before night fell, these little creatures who received shelter would all return to their nests—but for those birds who had left the category of "beast" For ordinary people, the protection of nature is no longer enough to continue the ethnic group and civilization. If all beings want to survive in this world, they can only build their own shelter with their own hands.
He raised his head and looked for the starry sky in the increasingly dim light of the sky, but at this moment dusk had just arrived, and even the brightest stars in the sky were still hidden in the brilliance brought by the sun.
The rustling of branches and leaves came from the side, and Bertila's figure emerged from a group of flower vines. She strolled to Gawain's side and looked up in the same direction. After a long time, she raised her hand and pointed Looking at a certain position in the sky: "The Frost Sky constellation is in this direction, and next to the brightest star is the place where the Nuoyi people live. But they can't see it yet."
"I know, after all, the sun hasn't set yet." Gawain nodded.
At this moment, Bertila seemed to suddenly think of something: "Do you know? When we first knew that our observation equipment could not get the correct parameters due to the interference of the sun, many people even began to hate this giant sun. It is a curse." The atmosphere of the sun and lamenting the future is even present in some ranks of scholars."
"It's not so much hating this huge sun, it's better to say that fate is full of malice, and hate that fate arranges us to live on a satellite orbiting a gas giant planet," Gao Wen shook his head with a smile, "but this hatred What's the point—the giant sun is not malicious, without its existence, our planet would not even have the chance to give birth to life, and this world is not malicious, it just exists and operates like this."
"Who doesn't know this truth?" Bertila seemed to smile, "However, when facing the desperate and brutal darkness, how many people can stay awake like you and not complain about the injustice of fate? It’s all human nature.”
Gao Wen just smiled, but didn't speak again.
After all, human nature cannot withstand too many tests at the individual level, but survival is composed of continuous tests, which is doomed to setbacks and temporary sinking will be a normal state in the mortal group, but the pride of civilization and The preciousness lies in this——
Although there are always people left behind, even though there are always people who fall under the test, choose to shrink back or fall into darkness under pressure, there are always individual flaws and failures, but as a group, as a whole, it always tries tenaciously to survive down. Sometimes you feel like the world is full of mud, that there are people around you who are stupid, that life is dark and light is hard to find, but from a group perspective, and on a longer time scale, things are not that bad.
Those who fell behind for a while are now catching up, and those who were depressed for a while have now cheered up. Those who once cursed the sun and lamented their fate under tremendous pressure have never really quit this contest with the doomsday—just like the one at this moment The wheel is gradually sinking into the huge sun below the horizon. Its sinking is part of the natural cycle. Night will always cover the earth, but it will always rise again.
In the command hall, the countdown representing the Neuma tide is gradually coming to an end. In the quiet communication channel, the voice of "Witch" Nova suddenly came: "I am watching your star, it Really bright."
Another incarnation of Bertila was staying in the hall to wait for orders. When she saw this sentence, she said, "This is Bertila——I thought you were going to rest."
"Ah, it's Ms. Bertila," Nova quickly responded, "As I said, witches don't get tired, and I have nothing to do—when the magic tide comes, the Voyager Satellite It will protect my mind, but the communication between me and the surface will also be temporarily interrupted. Although they have sent me many things to pass the time, I think my favorite should be to study the countless stars here. I I will always look to your side, and I am here waiting to hear your voice."
"So that's how it is," Bertila thought for a while, and then she glanced at the countdown timer next to her, and said, "By the way, Nova, there is still a little time, I have something to give you."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's a poem, what the voyagers left to our planet—I want to give it to you, and to your group, as a civilization that also inherited some heritage from the voyagers, I think, it's important to There's something to both of us."
Bertila spoke slowly, and then she recalled that short poem, the look back left by the voyager 1.8 million years ago turned into a message flowing among the stars four light years away——
"Don't get drunk on this unreal long night of tranquility that will eventually be broken
"Don't wallow in your warm cradle the cradle will capsize one day
"Don't sleep in the sanctuary of the mind, the sanctuary of the mind will sooner or later become an unbreakable shackle
"Let's go, before the stars shine, let's go, before the night is over
"If you don't start sooner, the day will come"
The equipment in the hall was buzzing, and Bertila listened quietly to the "sound" from the antenna array. After a while, a message from the other side of the star sea appeared on the holographic projection in front of her: "Thank you, really good."
Countdown to zero.
On the top of the canopy of the giant tree of Sorin, the last ray of pulsating glow in the sky finally sank below the horizon. The cloud-like crown rising from the edge of the sun turned into a ghost image left in the retina, and the quiet night wind blew from the direction of the plain. Come, and in the night wind, the towering antenna array finally gradually fell silent.
Gawain stared at the dark night in front of him, and Beltira's voice came from beside his ear: "Communication with Noy has been interrupted."
(I'm going to finish this book, I'm going to finish this book=.=)