Eight Hundred and Fifty Four Despair

Time: end of 2026.

Location: an ice cave on the surface of Jupiter.

Recorder: Wang Zhifei.

I am feeling very depressed now, very, very depressed. Just now, I saw the alien fleet collectively take off, hundreds of warships flew into the sky, and then, I saw two fleets fiercely exchanging fire, and one alien warship after another sank in the nuclear explosion.

At that time, my heart was so excited that it almost burst. It was a fleet, our fleet, and the human fleet!

After two years, I finally waited for the human fleet, and finally waited for the clouds to clear and the moon to shine, finally, finally!

I wish I could grow wings and fly directly to the sky. My only thought is to contact the fleet as soon as possible, but how to contact? Even if I contacted, who would know that I am a human?

I clearly saw the hope of escaping from the sea of ​​suffering, but I couldn't catch it. What should I do? What should I do?

Forget it, let's try it.

Seeing this, Ye Han's heart tightened suddenly. His eyes passed over the two blank lines and immediately looked at the following content:

I thought it over. I had to give it a try anyway. I wanted to try using light signals, so I took out the laser gun, but it had been too long and the battery was no longer usable.

Lighting three piles of fire can also represent a call for help, but there is no way to make a fire in this damn place.

Mirror reflection? I don't have a mirror, and it's not daytime now.

I thought about it for a long time, and all the methods I could think of didn't work. It is said that there is always a way out, but where is my way?

Two more blank lines.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and I was really desperate.

I thought of many ways, but none of them worked. Finally, I carved a sos with a saber, hoping that the fleet would see it. Even if they couldn't take me back, at least let the fleet know that there was someone like me on Jupiter.

But the signal I was waiting for was really inconspicuous, and I waited for several months.

During this time, I have been observing the battle in the sky. I really hope that the Third Fleet will win, but I am disappointed. The battle situation has been a stalemate since the beginning. The alien fleet is very tenacious and blocks the Third Fleet tightly. The Third Fleet has never been able to get close to Jupiter.

Or the fleet has seen my signal, but they can't even get close, let alone take me back.

Am I destined to be alone here for the rest of my life? I am unwilling!

I asked Zaza if I could get a warship. I wanted to grab a warship and leave, but Zaza said he couldn't do it. He and his companions were infantrymen and didn't even have the qualifications to get close to the warship, let alone drive a warship.

I asked him where the warship was parked and planned to grab it by myself, but he said he didn't know.

I wanted to find it myself, but without aliens to lead the way, I couldn't even tell the direction. What should I do?

There are two blank lines below:

It has been several months since the Third Fleet arrived. I went from ecstasy at the beginning, to loss later, then madness, and finally despair.

I am not someone who gives up easily, but I really have no choice. For half a year, I carved sos and national flags. I sat beside them countless times and looked up at the sky and the fleets fighting fiercely, but no one ever looked at me, even if they gave me a signal.

But no, nothing.

I wanted to make some more conspicuous signals, but was stopped by the aliens. These guerrillas did not want to attract the attention of the government army. I wanted to do it behind their backs, but they sent people to follow me, inseparable.

What should I say? Who should I blame? Who should I blame?

Who made me not a human? Now I am an alien in the eyes of humans, just an alien!!!

This paragraph has few words, but both the handwriting and the narration are full of resentment. Ye Han felt particularly uncomfortable reading it. He could not imagine how sad it would be if Wang Zhifei's experience happened to him.

Two lines later, the already ugly handwriting became even more sloppy:

I'm done, I'm going to be done.

Recently,

I have always felt that something is wrong with my body, but I have not found anything until today. I found that my eyes are congested, my mouth is not right, I have no strength in my body, and even breathing is difficult.

I thought of Brother Huang and those aliens who died inexplicably.

Is it my turn now? If it is my turn, I will take it. Anyway, there is no point in living, so it is better to die.

I will write it here. I hope this diary can see the light of day one day. I don’t want to make it clear, but let people know what we have experienced.

Time cannot go back, life cannot be repeated. If I could go back to the past, I would definitely, definitely not join the army again, I would not join the fleet again, and I would not join the expeditionary force.

At this point, the diary stopped abruptly.

Ye Han turned the pages back without giving up, but he could not find a single word behind it.

After closing the diary, Ye Han felt as if a piece was missing in his heart. He felt empty and uncomfortable, and sad as if something was blocking him.

Although there are no other records, Ye Han can imagine what happened to Wang Zhifei later, which makes his already depressed mood even heavier.

The heavy mood is not only because of Wang Zhifei, but also because of other captured soldiers. According to the diary, the captives left in the underground city are likely to be alive, so what is their current situation? What did the aliens get from them?

Ye Han couldn't help but think of the naval guns on the alien warships.

Could the naval gun technology mastered by the aliens be revealed by the captured personnel?

He didn't want to think so, but he had to think so.

If the aliens' artillery technology is related to the captured personnel, then it is certain that they have revealed more than just artillery technology to the aliens. Although none of the captured personnel are technical experts, it is not a good thing to reveal even the most popular things to the aliens.

For the simplest example, everyone knows the mass-energy equation. Aliens do not need to know how the mass-energy equation came about. They only need to know that the equation is correct.

Thinking of this, Ye Han was suddenly stunned. All the previous speculations about aliens were based on human cognition. Wang Zhifei said in his diary that aliens have a clear division of labor, and he has not figured out the social structure of aliens.

So how much do aliens know about human social structure? Do aliens also use their own cognition to figure out human social structure?

This is almost certain!

If this speculation is true, combined with the content of the diary, the aliens are likely to divide the captives into different levels, thinking that only some captives understand technology, and the others are very simple warriors.

So the aliens use a series of means to pick out all the technicians they think are technicians. If the aliens know that the knowledge level of all captives is about the same, Huang Biao and Wang Zhifei will have no chance to escape from the underground city.

Time: end of 2026.

Location: An ice cave on the surface of Jupiter.

Recorder: Wang Zhifei.

I am feeling very depressed now, very, very depressed. Just now, I saw the alien fleet collectively take off, hundreds of warships flew into the sky, and then, I saw two fleets fiercely exchanging fire, and one alien warship after another sank in the nuclear explosion.

At that time, my heart was so excited that it almost burst. It was a fleet, our fleet, and the human fleet!

After two years, I finally waited for the human fleet, and finally waited for the clouds to clear and the moon to shine, finally, finally!

I wish I could grow wings and fly directly to the sky. My only thought is to contact the fleet as soon as possible, but how to contact? Even if I contact, who knows that I am a human?

I clearly saw the hope of escaping from the sea of ​​suffering, but I couldn't catch it. What should I do? What should I do?

Forget it, let's try it.

Seeing this, Ye Han's heart tightened suddenly. His eyes passed over the two blank lines and immediately looked at the following content:

I thought it over. I had to give it a try anyway. I wanted to try using light signals, so I took out the laser gun, but it had been too long and the battery was no longer usable.

Lighting three piles of fire can also represent a call for help, but there is no way to make a fire in this damn place.

Mirror reflection? I don't have a mirror, and it's not daytime now.

I thought about it for a long time, and all the methods I could think of didn't work. It is said that there is always a way out, but where is my way?

Two more blank lines.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and I was really desperate.

I thought of many ways, but none of them worked. Finally, I carved a sos with a saber, hoping that the fleet would see it. Even if they couldn't take me back, at least let the fleet know that there was someone like me on Jupiter.

But the signal I was waiting for was really inconspicuous, and I waited for several months.

During this time, I have been observing the battle in the sky. I really hope that the Third Fleet will win, but I am disappointed. The battle situation has been a stalemate since the beginning. The alien fleet is very tenacious and blocks the Third Fleet tightly. The Third Fleet has never been able to get close to Jupiter.

Or the fleet has seen my signal, but they can't even get close, let alone take me back.

Am I destined to be alone here for the rest of my life? I am unwilling!

I asked Zaza if I could get a warship. I wanted to grab a warship and leave, but Zaza said he couldn't do it. He and his companions were infantrymen and didn't even have the qualifications to get close to the warship, let alone drive a warship.

I asked him where the warship was parked and planned to grab it by myself, but he said he didn't know.

I wanted to find it myself, but without aliens to lead the way, I couldn't even tell the direction. What should I do?

There are two blank lines below:

It has been several months since the Third Fleet arrived. I went from ecstasy at the beginning, to loss later, then madness, and finally despair.

I am not someone who gives up easily, but I really have no choice. For half a year, I carved sos and national flags. I sat beside them countless times and looked up at the sky and the fleets fighting fiercely, but no one ever looked at me, even if they gave me a signal.

But no, nothing.

I wanted to make some more conspicuous signals, but was stopped by the aliens. These guerrillas did not want to attract the attention of the government army. I wanted to do it behind their backs, but they sent people to follow me, inseparable.

What should I say? Who should I blame? Who should I blame?

Who made me not a human? Now I am an alien in the eyes of humans, just an alien!!!

This paragraph has few words, but both the handwriting and the narration are full of resentment. Ye Han felt particularly uncomfortable reading it. He could not imagine how sad it would be if Wang Zhifei's experience happened to him.

Two lines later, the already ugly handwriting became even more sloppy:

I'm done, I'm going to be done.

Recently, I have been feeling that something is not right with my body, but I didn't notice anything until today, when I discovered that there was bloodshot under my eyes, something was not right in my mouth, I had no strength in my body, and even breathing was difficult.

I thought of Brother Huang and those aliens who died inexplicably.

Is it my turn now? If it is my turn, it will be my turn. Anyway, there is no point in living, so it is better to die.

I will stop here. I hope this diary can see the light of day one day. I don’t want to make it public, but let people know what happened to us.

Time cannot go back, life cannot be repeated. If I could go back to the past, I would definitely not join the army again, would not join the fleet again, and would not join the expeditionary force.

The diary stopped here.

Ye Han turned the pages back desperately, but could not find any more words.

After closing the diary, Ye Han felt as if a piece was missing in his heart. He felt empty and uncomfortable, and sad as if something was blocking him.

Although there was no other record in the back, Ye Han could imagine what happened to Wang Zhifei later, which made his already depressed mood even heavier.

The heavy feeling was not only because of Wang Zhifei, but also because of other captured soldiers. According to the diary, the captives left in the underground city were likely still alive, so what was their current situation? What did the aliens get from them?

Ye Han couldn't help but think of the naval guns on the alien warships.

Could the naval gun technology mastered by the aliens be revealed by the captured personnel?

He didn't want to think so, but he had to think so.

If the aliens' artillery technology was related to the captured personnel, then it was certain that they revealed more than just artillery technology to the aliens. Although none of the captured people were technical experts, it was not a good thing to reveal even the most popular things to the aliens.

To give the simplest example, everyone knows the mass-energy equation, and the aliens don't need to know how the mass-energy equation came about. They just need to know that the equation is correct.

Thinking of this, Ye Han was suddenly stunned. All the previous speculations about aliens were based on human cognition, and Wang Zhifei said in his diary that the aliens had a clear division of labor, and he still couldn't figure out the aliens' social structure.

So how much do aliens know about human social structure? Do aliens also use their own cognition to figure out the social structure of humans?

This is almost certain!

If this speculation is true, combined with the content in the diary, the aliens may have divided the captives into different levels, thinking that only some captives understand technology, and the others are very simple warriors.

So the aliens used a series of means to pick up all the technicians they thought. If the aliens knew that the knowledge level of all captives was similar, Huang Biao and Wang Zhifei would have no chance to escape from the underground city.

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