Age of Cataclysm: I can light up the technology tree

Proxima b.

In an office deep inside the parliament in the central city on the surface.

"… This is probably the situation. Sorry, you have to go on your own." The person in charge of the sociology department of the Human Fleet Academy of Sciences said with guilt, "I'm sorry that we didn't help much.

A faint background voice came: "The hibernation program is about to begin, please..."

"Sorry."

The head of the sociology department apologized again.

The next moment, the video communication in the holographic projection was cut off.

The last picture was a row of neatly arranged hibernation capsules.

There was no light in the office, only the faint light of the holographic projection illuminated the surrounding objects.

The person sitting behind the desk pursed his lips and silently looked at the holographic projection in front of him.

The holographic projection showed the five big words [Communication has been interrupted].

"Ah..."

The figure behind the desk sighed very heavily: "Zhengqing, we have to rely on ourselves from now on."

Another voice sounded from the corner of the office.

It was also a very heavy sigh.

"Yes... We have to rely on ourselves. "

"I'm afraid the fleet can't even protect itself."

The figure behind the desk didn't say anything, just waved his hand gently.

The next second, the light shone brightly,

the office was as bright as day, and the original darkness was instantly dispelled by the cold-toned lights.

The pale light reflected the scene in the office.

Ren Feng, Zhang Zhengqing.

The two current leaders of Proxima human civilization.

Because no one is willing to participate in the election of the president of the parliament, and no one stands out in the Academy of Sciences, the two can only continue to take on the important task of revitalizing Proxima human civilization.

It's just...

This important task is really too difficult.

Even if the two have undergone an enhanced version of life extension transformation.

But under the high-intensity work pressure Under the force, the aging speed of the two people obviously exceeded the normal level.

At this moment, Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing already had white hair and wrinkles on their faces.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely solemn.

Just now, the Human Fleet Science Academy had the latest communication with them.

In the communication, they learned about the current situation of the fleet.

When they knew that the human fleet was targeted by the eighth-level sweeper civilization, both of them showed extremely deep worry in their eyes.

When they heard that the fleet was about to start the hibernation program and leave Gliese 555 in five years, and was forced to flee to a more distant star system to seek a way out, they both fell silent.

"Humanity... is too difficult." Zhang Zhengqing pursed his lips and sighed hard.

Ren Feng did not speak, but just sat quietly in the chair, his eyelids drooping slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly.

"Zhengqing, how much hope do you think we still have?"

Ren Feng did not raise his head, but just asked himself: "I don't think there is any hope, what do you think? "

Zhang Zhengqing sighed again.

This sigh made Ren Feng's heart tremble slightly.

"Almost zero." Zhang Zhengqing whispered in a breath, "Supplies are scarce, internal conflicts have not been resolved..."

"More than a hundred years ago, we completely lost the opportunity to leave Proxima b and go to the starry sky."

"Even if there is theoretical help from the Academy of Sciences of the United Fleet, theory is theory after all. What we need most now is not theory."

Ren Feng nodded silently.

Indeed.

After hundreds of years of hard work, he has completely recognized the reality.

The root cause of all the problems in Proxima b is insufficient resources.

Ren Feng turned his head and looked at the window beside him.

Outside the window, there is a lifeless world.

He slowly closed his tired eyes, and his mind flashed with the memory of the human fleet hundreds of years ago, not long after it left.

The scenes that happened in the Proxima holographic theater once again emerged in his mind.

A tear suddenly slid down his wrinkled face.

"...I'm tired. "

Ren Feng's voice made Zhang Zhengqing's body tremble slightly.

"Zhengqing, I have an idea."

Ren Feng slowly opened his eyes, and in his slightly turbid eyes, a gleam of light that had not been seen for a long time flashed.

...

Two years later.

Earth calendar year 2505.

The Gliese 555 star system has become very deserted in the past two years.

Around the Dawn Star, a large number of human fleets are quietly parked in the dead space.

Through the starship window, you can occasionally see a flash of light, but most of the time, the space inside the window is extremely dim.

It's as if there is no one in these starships.

But if you shift your sight to the huge spaceport and star If you go to the ship manufacturing plant, you can see a completely different scene.

Huge machines and robots of various shapes are working "in full swing".

Starships of various models enter the port automatically and then leave on their own.

Under Zero's control, various repairs and manufacturing are proceeding in an orderly manner.

Zoom out.

The star gold mining factory on the ice giant is operating automatically.

Near the main star Gliese 555, huge Dyson clouds are quietly absorbing energy and converting it into antimatter, storing it in the corresponding area.

Zoom out further.

Outside the Gliese 555 star system, a large number of detectors have enveloped the entire star system.

Human civilization at this time is like a frightened bird.

…

0.1 light-years away from the Gliese 555 star system.

With a strong wave, a fleet appeared in the empty universe.

Inside the flagship in the central area of ​​the fleet.

One by one, extremely tall and thin intelligent creatures were busy working in it.

They came from the star Botha 20.16 light-years away.

"Commander, we are here."

A Botha man spoke an extremely obscure language in a shrill voice.

If someone else heard it, they would be surprised to find that this language is very similar to the language used by the Sweeper civilization.

After waiting for a while.

An equally shrill voice sounded.

"Glisser 555..."

Looking at the image in the holographic projection, Commander Bossa whispered: "A small fourth-level civilization..."

"It actually attracted the Lord's attention..."

As he spoke, his face twisted slightly, and a trace of extremely crazy jealousy appeared in his eyes.

It raised its two pairs of extremely slender hands and gestured a standard circle in front of it. At the same time, its face showed an extremely fanatical look.

"Lord..."

"Botha civilization will become your most loyal believer!"

After the voice fell, Commander Bossa's voice suddenly became a little louder:

"Fleet!"

"Full speed ahead!"

...

"Beep!"

A shrill alarm sounded in [Earth].

At the same time, the holographic projection in the command center automatically lit up.

Lines of text slowly appeared on it.

[Unknown fleet detected! ]

[Fleet size determination...]

[Level I warning! ]

[Start the wake-up program! ]

The next moment, the interior of all starships was as bright as day!