Age of Cataclysm: I can light up the technology tree

Zhang Zhengqing's voice echoed in the central control center.

"What..."

Ren Feng's pupils trembled violently, his Adam's apple moved, but only a short tone came out.

He took a few breaths and asked in a rough tone: "How much time do we have?"

Zhang Zhengqing glanced at the holographic image in front of him, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"If no measures are taken..."

"About 24 hours."

Ren Feng: "?!!"

"Only this much time?!"

Zhang Zhengqing shrugged: "I know you are anxious, but don't worry yet."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

"There is an emergency oxygen supply device in City No. 4."

Hearing this, the anxiety on Ren Feng's face dissipated by half.

He breathed a long sigh of relief: "I say, kid, can you say everything next time?"

Zhang Zhengqing was silent for a moment and nodded: "Counting the emergency oxygen supply device, we should be able to hold on for another week."

Ren Feng's mouth twitched violently.

"One week?"

"What can you do with that?!"

Faced with Ren Feng's questioning, Zhang Zhengqing spread his hands and said helplessly: "There's nothing we can do."

"We can only hope that the people in City One can repair One, or... contact the human fleet and let Zero take action."

"What if..."

Zhang Zhengqing interrupted Ren Feng's words directly: "If neither side succeeds, we can only wait to die."

Ren Feng's breathing became rapid.

He stared at Zhang Zhengqing in front of him, then turned his head and scanned the city's central control center with an extremely confused look.

"Is it over?"

Ren Feng muttered to himself.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned his head sharply and looked straight at Zhang Zhengqing.

"Can't you restart the fusion reactor?"

"You, you have successfully started the optical quantum computer, it shouldn't be difficult to start another fusion reactor?"

"Right? Right?!!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Zhengqing's shoulder fiercely.

Looking at Ren Feng's eyes full of expectation, Zhang Zhengqing showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity."

"It's impossible to do it."

When Ren Feng heard this, he immediately got anxious: "Why?!"

"Isn't there an instruction manual for that thing?!"

As he said, Ren Feng pointed to the brick-shaped manual on the side.

Zhang Zhengqing glanced in the direction of Ren Feng's finger, and then said with a strange look: "First."

"I need to correct one thing."

"This thing is not an instruction manual, it is an emergency treatment guide."

"...Isn't it different?" Ren Feng's voice was a little weaker.

"Of course it's different." Zhang Zhengqing held his forehead with his hand, "Forget it, it's not important."

"The point is that the fusion reactor is fully enclosed, and all maintenance work is done by robots and Yi."

"Don't say there is no manual. Even if there is such a thing, it is not something that an ordinary person like me can handle."

"Then, are we just going to die like this?!"

Zhang Zhengqing sighed for a long time: "What else?"

As he said, he reached out and patted Ren Feng on the shoulder: "Look at it more openly, maybe things will turn around in a few days?"

"The only thing we can do now is to turn on the emergency oxygen supply device."

"Okay, okay..."

Ren Feng lowered his eyes slightly, nodded and responded softly.

Then, he turned around silently and walked towards the ventilation duct.

Looking at Ren Feng's frustrated look, Zhang Zhengqing sighed again.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a crisp reminder came from the control console in front of him.

"Beep!"

"Zhang Zhengqing?" Ren Feng, who was squatting in front of the ventilation duct, slowly turned his head, "Did you hear any sound?"

What caught his eyes was Zhang Zhengqing's extremely excited expression!

"Yes, there is a response!"

Zhang Zhengqing stuttered and said, "One, City No. 1, there is a response!"

...

More than ten minutes later.

Zhang Zhengqing and Ren Feng stood in front of the control console with solemn expressions.

After more than ten minutes of communication, they roughly understood the cause and effect of the incident.

According to the explanation of the person in charge of City No. 1.

Just a few hours ago.

Proxima b was suddenly attacked by an unidentified object.

No, it cannot be said to be an unidentified object.

It is more like... a nuclear bomb.

"Nuclear bomb?!"

Ren Feng looked at the holographic projection in front of him in disbelief: "How is it possible?!"

"Hasn't this thing been eliminated by us a long time ago?"

In the picture, the face of the middle-aged person in charge was full of anxiety.

"Yes, a nuclear bomb."

"I know this answer is outrageous."

"At first, I didn't believe it either."

"But the test report at the explosion site shows that this thing is a nuclear bomb."

Zhang Zhengqing, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"So, do you think Proxima b was attacked by other civilizations?"

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly.

After hesitating for a while, he nodded slowly: "Yes."

"Besides this, we can't think of any other possibilities."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded thoughtfully.

That's right.

For no reason, a nuclear bomb fell from the sky and blew a huge gap in City No. 1...

There should be no other possibility for this kind of scene except the invasion of alien civilization.

"Besides City No. 1, is there any other place attacked?" Zhang Zhengqing stared straight at the middle-aged man in front of him, "If only City No. 1 had an accident, One would not have been down."

"..."

The middle-aged man's eyes twitched, and he sighed hard, "There are still some important satellites."

"What about Zero?" Zhang Zhengqing did not give him time to breathe, and asked again, "Why don't you ask Zero for help?"

"I remember that the long-distance communication device should not be in the satellite, right?"

"In this case, as long as Zero takes action, all cities should be able to return to normal quickly."

The middle-aged man's face became more bitter.

"We have tried it a long time ago."

"But..."

"Until now, we have not received a response from the human fleet."

Ren Feng, who could not get a word in, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

Could it be... that my grandfather really said it?

Something happened to the human fleet?

Zhang Zhengqing's face changed slightly, but he still maintained basic calmness.

"So, what's your plan now?"

"Our plan..."

"Sorry."

The middle-aged man in the picture looked guilty: "If we can't contact the human fleet, we can't do anything about it."

"You should know that after the Academy of Sciences left, we didn't have the ability to do anything to the Proxima Central Computer."

"Restarting doesn't work?" Ren Feng on the side suddenly asked.

Seeing the strange looks the two people cast at him, he smiled and said: "Ahem, when my computer at home freezes, I always unplug the power and restart it..."

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly, shook his head and continued.

"Next, I suggest you look for the city's emergency oxygen supply equipment."

"If possible, go to some large hospitals, where there are large oxygen stations, which can keep you going for a while."

"Maybe, we can wait for the response of the human fleet."

The holographic projection slowly dissipated.

The communication ended.