Chapter 855: Charming Moments of Human Spaceflight (Part 2)

Although it sounds a bit absurd, in fact, the job of a space traffic police is not as easy as imagined.

The area of ​​the solar system is indeed large, but the space around the earth is limited. When countries launched various aerospace equipment in the past, because the launch time was different and the number was relatively small, unless it was intentional, there would be basically no collision.

However, since the solar system development and construction plan was led by Stark, with the determination to make the technology of all mankind progress together, Stark has announced a lot of space transportation system technologies to various countries.

His purpose is good, he wants to cause a technological competition, let each country show its strengths, develop more specialized technologies based on his technology, and go deeper into the side branches.

Originally, he imagined that all countries must be holding back, holding back as long as they can, and if they can't hold back anymore, they will put the new spacecraft into the original sequence, adjust the number back, and lie that it is a modification of the original spacecraft.

He is right to think so. After all, all countries are like this in the field of weapons. Even some high-profile countries like to show off as soon as they come out with new things, they must have hidden a trick.

But maybe it was the coming of the space age that gave all countries a boost, or maybe it was the return of the Iron Curtain that made everyone so nervous that they went insane. After all countries figured out the transportation technology, they started launching all kinds of transportation devices into space as if they were free.

They didn't know where to transport these things, what to use them for, or how to retrieve them when the time came. Anyway, they just threw them up and that was it.

However, countries can only launch on their own territory. The country's land cannot escape, and the earth's rotation cannot move. The launch orbit is fixed, so launching spacecraft has become a Zuma game, that is, the toad spits the ball.

At first, the competition was about the speed of the launch of each country, and later it had to compete with whose eyesight was better, and who could find the gap so that the toad's spit ball would pass through the gap and avoid colliding with others.

No matter how big the space around the earth is, it can't resist so many countries desperately launching spacecraft upwards.

Countries with higher technology are fine, but some countries are too addicted to throwing stones. They can't throw stones far, but they still have to throw them. As a result, there are frequent chain collisions in the near-Earth.

Reed, who studies the near-Earth project, squatted on the near-Earth space station, just like watching a traffic program. Chain collisions in the accident-prone areas are heard every day. Reed was annoyed and had to return to Earth to do research.

When Polaris came here, the situation was fine. Stark didn't foresee this situation in advance. It's just that sometimes, the transport spacecraft he sent out would often be damaged for no reason, so he wanted to find a traffic policeman to clear the traffic.

Unexpectedly, his move was very prescient, because in the next few days, the solar system has never been so lively in its life.

In the long history of mankind, countless classics and texts record the ups and downs. I couldn't sleep at night, so I opened the pages and read carefully. There were three big words written on it - "throwing stones"!

Stark went to the United Nations for a meeting, but he didn't know what he said wrongly, which made all countries misunderstand. They became more excited to throw this spacecraft. Not only did they want to throw it, but they also wanted to compete in who could throw it farther, throw it in a more beautiful posture, and throw it in a more beautiful arc...

Later, Stark checked and found that it was because the production of molten steel increased, the price of vibranium fell, and the price of ordinary metals fell more sharply, and the manufacturing cost of chemical fuel aircraft became lower.

Big countries can throw it anyway, and after it became cheaper, they threw more. Small countries couldn't throw it originally, but Stark sent the technology, so they could also throw it, so they followed suit.

But this made it difficult for Polaris, who had just taken up the job of traffic police. In such a huge universe, she was the only one who was alone as a traffic police, directing thousands of cars without traffic safety awareness.

As she was dredging, she also found that the characteristics of various countries were simply reflected in these spacecraft.

The transporter made in the United States is characterized by a reckless rush. Even if the king of heaven comes today, he can't stop me from rushing into the universe. From the shape to the power of the entire spacecraft, there is no place that does not say "get out of the way, let me illuminate the universe first!".

The Russian transporter probably also incorporates some scientific and archaeological research results, inheriting the Soviet style. More is better, bigger is more beautiful, ten sections are better than one section, and all should be built and thrown away. If it breaks, it's okay, just explode on the spot, one less blown up.

China's transporter is quite standard and looks the most normal one, but the things in the transporter are the most outrageous. Polaris is most afraid of opening their blind boxes, because you never know whether it is soil, soil or more soil, fertilizer, fertilizer or more smelly fertilizer.

There is nothing to say about the aircraft in Europe, but the aircraft in some Nordic countries is perfunctory. Polaris seriously suspects that they are using these things to cheat funds.

The entire aircraft is very clean and smooth, with no balancing devices, no tail fins, no connecting seams, and no unnecessary designs. When I first saw the North Star, I thought the Earth had laid an egg.

Africa's spacecraft is very unique. You say it is high-tech, it must stuff some thatch in the seams and print leaves on the shell to create a pure natural style. You say it is not high-tech, it can even send a lion wearing a space suit into space.

And when it was sent, the lion was still very active. With the jet backpack on the space suit, Polaris couldn't catch up with it by physical movement, and finally caught it by magnetism.

Of course, among all the aircraft, India's is the most outrageous. Polaris looked at the Shiva statue in front of her, which was launched by various strange iron plates, and fell into deep contemplation.

She didn't know who this statue was for. She only knew that the rivets on this thing were inconsistent. Even if this thing could return smoothly, could they really make a second one?

While opening her eyes, Polaris was really tired. These spacecraft collided with each other in various postures. Polaris had no predictive ability and no spider sense. It was impossible to stop them before they collided. She could only clean up the garbage after the collision.

There are several types of collisions. The first is a collision between two big countries. This is the most troublesome for Polaris. The aircrafts made by big countries are often large and used in large quantities.

The spacecraft of the United States collided with the suicide spacecraft of its old rival Russia. Polaris spent half an hour just looking for and picking up the fragments.

It is easier to deal with the collision between the aircrafts of a big country and a small country. You only need to pick up the fragments of the aircrafts of the small country. However, it is more troublesome. If the aircrafts of a big country are damaged, they can fly but not well. Many countries are reluctant to throw them away. Polaris has to find a way to carry them back.

It is also a headache for the aircrafts of small countries to collide with each other. The aircrafts of small countries are strange in shape, and the fragments cannot be put together completely. More importantly, Polaris has never heard of the names of some small countries and cannot tell them apart at all.

After three days of high-intensity counseling without eating, drinking or sleeping, Polaris finally ran out of patience. She finally understood that her body was her own and her work belonged to others. She could slack off if she could, and there was no need to be so sincere.

So Polaris adhered to the principle of fooling around, and did not determine the responsibility. She rolled up the fragments and threw them far away, and rolled up the main frame into a larger ball and threw it farther away.

If she remembered, she would run to the sun and burn them all. If she didn't remember, she would just pile them there. Anyway, no one could throw a spacecraft as far as she could, so it was not so easy to hit.

When countries collided with each other, Polaris said casually, too lazy to describe the situation on the scene to them. Some countries even received a message: "It crashed, the car was gone, and the garbage disposal fee was paid to the United Nations."

In this way, she saved trouble. She circled the earth every day, rolled up those messy things, threw them out like bowling balls, looked at the logo, and sent a few messages.

However, the United Nations is in a mess. Today your car hits my car. Tomorrow they hit each other and cause my car to crash into a chain reaction...

It is unclear who is responsible. In the end, it depends on whose fist is bigger. If the fists of the countries are equally big, then it depends on whose individual fist is bigger.

I don't know whether aerospace technology has made progress, but the average fighting skills of diplomats have improved rapidly.

The most terrifying thing is that when everyone's average fighting skills are about the same, they have to think of ways to come up with surprises.

The first to appear is Wakanda, an African country where the country's fists are not big enough and the diplomats' fists are not big enough. The Black Panther is wearing his armor and is so powerful that he can kill anyone who stands in his way. Ordinary people can hardly be his opponent.

He rushed to the podium from the chaos of diplomats, grabbed the microphone, and painfully told the history of the exploitation of the African people. No one could grab the microphone.

He set a precedent, and all countries were not polite. Those who had superheroes used superheroes, and those who didn't use mutants. The entire UN conference hall was beaten so hard that no one could stand.

Later, they found that fighting alone was not advantageous, and they had to form an alliance, so the countries began to recall.

Holding hands and recalling the sweet years in the past, the United States raised its arms and vowed to rebuild the glory of NATO. All the Middle Eastern countries with a piece of cloth on their heads united to let the world know the greatness of money.

African countries did not show weakness. Wakanda shouted "Wakanda Buddha loves me", shouting out the anger of the African people. Germany just took out the swastika medal and suddenly remembered that it still had the big name of the Holy Roman Empire.

When Stark came to the United Nations again, he saw the weathered UN conference hall, a group of superheroes in strange costumes, and diplomats on edge...

What echoed in his ears were the impassioned speeches of the United States, the resounding speeches of Russia, and the sad songs of Wakanda...

Far away in the Andromeda Galaxy, Magneto, who was thinking about the transformation plan of Sky Island with a design drawing, suddenly heard the phone behind him ringing.

He stood up, picked up the phone, and heard Stark's roar from the other side:

"Magneto!! Come back quickly!!! Your daughter is going to start World War III!!!!"