Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

Hangzhou, Qianjiang Smart City.

AM10:30: The first phase of the G20 Leaders’ Summit.

Zhou Rui held the phone and was a little confused.

Explosion above orbit? Satellites don’t have this function, either?

It can't be our own "Nantianmen" or "Qian Xuesen Platform". In that case, Xiao Wan would have said directly: "Highest authority, your thing has exploded."

Unfortunately, the security at the main venue was strict, so he didn't bring a computer or a shower, and only had a mobile phone in his hand.

After thinking about it, he notified classmate Xiao Wan via text message and asked him to notify the space agency simultaneously. Then he contacted Che Gan at Wanhu Base and asked him to check what was going on and to be on standby at the command center.

A series of instructions were issued, and Tai Tiangong gradually began to operate, but Zhou Rui was still not too anxious, because it seemed that it was not his own business.

After a while, Jia Xingjian ran in with his back hunched over and gave Zhou Rui a Bluetooth headset, which Zhou Rui put on his ears.

When he was hesitating about what to do next, the staff came over to drive Jia Xingjian away, and reminded Zhou Rui that leaders from various countries were coming in, so please pay attention to the emcee's procedures.

After a while, voices from many countries sounded in the venue: "Invited, Leader R of the Group of 20 Organization will attend the stage."

Everyone present stood up.

The leaders of each country appeared in turn, gradually came to their seats amidst applause, and waited for all the leaders to arrive before taking their seats.

Zhou Rui was close and observed that the famous Lonely Island Cavalry, World Police Chief Omar's face was very dark.

Hmm. Extraordinarily dark.

On such an important occasion, every word, deed, and even the smile of the leaders sends a signal to the outside world. Many people speculate whether there is some private meeting between China and the United States, and the talks are not very ideal.

But Zhou Rui, who had just been to the West Lake State Guesthouse yesterday, knew that the two parties had not met in advance at all.

A guy who leaves office in a month is not worth negotiating for anything.

With his powerful analytical ability running, Zhou Rui pondered for a moment and finally placed the target of suspicion on

"International Space Station".

If Jia Xingjian could appear at the venue, he would probably discover more, but in terms of "observing words and emotions", I still can't compare with him.

After everyone sat down, Zhou Rui also sat down with him. His right hand was on the table, pretending to record something, while his left hand was under the table, operating his mobile phone.

A reply from a command center of the space agency came through the earphones.

"Mr. Zhou, after investigation, the source of the explosion does not belong to any of our facilities. Everything is normal on the Qian Xuesen platform. I don't know what is there."

Zhou Rui whispered: "I understand. Then I'll be relieved."

The detected fluctuations of the explosion came from electromagnetic feedback, not direct visual capture, so it was impossible to confirm what happened. Moreover, the location was actually in the Western Hemisphere, probably over the Atlantic Ocean.

"It may be a missile weapon fired by the opponent. This has happened before."

Zhou Rui whispered: "Can you contact the International Space Station? Is there a problem there?"

"Well, we have no communication mechanism with the International Space Station and this has been the case for more than ten years."

Okay, it doesn't matter, it's not just a problem at home.

Zhou Rui temporarily closed the communication and held the meeting with peace of mind.

Although he doesn't need to do anything, just pretend to listen carefully and memorize it carefully. He is familiar with this, it was like this in high school.

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Over the Atlantic Ocean, 404,340 meters orbit.

AM10:35, International Space Station wreckage.

This place is already a mess, and the huge size of the International Space Station has been turned into tens of thousands of fragments of different sizes.

Under the influence of inertia, these fragments still barely maintained a similar trajectory, but gradually moved away and spread.

Textbooks in many countries call it the greatest creation in human history. However, now it has become a piece of dilapidated space junk with no hope of repair.

The most tragic damage occurred in the largest scientific research module and the most important core module, which completely disintegrated due to an unknown explosion.

Because the scientific research module is connected to the main frame, it is still within the wreckage mass.

As for the core cabin, due to the inertia caused by the explosion and bad luck, it was drifting away into nothingness.

Inside, twelve astronauts from nine countries were in great panic.

In order to communicate with the ground, Makarov had no time to fix himself. A cut was made in his forehead, and blood accumulated on his forehead, forming a blood mass.

"Report. Report the situation"

Everyone responded that all 12 people were safe, and the only one injured was Makarov himself.

Compared with an explosion that can disintegrate a space station, this level of physical injury can be called gentle, but real despair is often more moisturizing and silent.

The astronaut from Brazil pointed out the window in horror. He could see the three-dimensional space station from his position.

"God, is this the end of the world?"

The scariest thing is that they are spinning away.

The astronaut from Japan looked desperate: "If it's over, we will all become dead bodies floating in space."

With no one watching, Makarov could only take out the first aid kit from the bulkhead and put a space-specific band-aid on his head. However, there were still small blood drops floating in the air, but he could no longer care about it at this time. So much.

He forced himself to calm down and immediately floated to the communication station, trying to get in touch with the ground.

All of them are bad news, but there is only one good news, that is, thanks to the modular design, the core module, as the earliest and most important part of the International Space Station, has many functions.

However, there is even worse news. No matter the life-support redundancy or the energy and electricity, they are extremely tense after being separated from the main body, and their lives are in countdown.

The communication station was filled with snowflakes and noise, and they miraculously contacted the ground command center after a while.

"This is Houston! Please answer if you hear me! This is Houston! Please answer if you hear me!"

"Huhu. This is the International Space Station. We have encountered. An extremely serious orbital disaster. The gas discharge avoidance caused us to hit another group of space junk."

"Please report the extent of the damage! We just observed an explosion!"

"Extent of damage. The space station has completely disintegrated. The core module we are in.. is spinning away. If you insist on giving me a number, 90%."

On the communication station, the ground command center was silent.

"Is Major Chris here? I need to verify the mental state of the station chief on duty."

The astronaut from the US Air Force responded absentmindedly: "He is right, the space station has disintegrated."

This time the silence was longer.

Until Makarov urged: "Command Center, I need new instructions. We can't know the situation outside the core module from inside. More exploration systems and sensors are in the original research module. Can you provide any useful information?"

"More importantly, how can we save ourselves. Houston Command Center, please answer if you hear me."

The ground staff's voice was a little lower: "Keep communicating, I need to report to the higher authorities."

The communication was temporarily interrupted.

Not far away, a female astronaut from Belgium covered her face and cried: "We all have to die here."

The tears were suppressed by her palms, drifting in the air, mixed with blood.

Suni, who had been emotional before, calmed down instead, with bloodshot eyes, but her tone was unusually firm.

"Everyone, the communication station is still usable. We need to make this public and let as many people from different countries know as possible!"

Air Force astronaut Chris subconsciously stopped him and said, "We need to ask Houston for permission first."

Suni grabbed the other person's collar and shouted, "Fuck Houston! If we don't make it public, they won't even come to rescue us! The space station is gone! Who needs astronauts!"

Chris tried to cover her mouth, and Suni began to struggle frantically.

"No one can stop me. I want to go back to Earth, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance!"

The Air Force astronaut suddenly made a gesture.

"Shh" gesture.

Then pointed to the microphone on the wall next to him.

Suni's eyes widened.

The other person wrote on paper: "Be careful, Houston is listening."

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The International Space Station usually undertakes some popular science functions.

For example, it displays some physical phenomena unique to space, or communicates with space enthusiasts on the ground by radio.

It even has its own radio station.

Since the member countries are spread all over the world, each country has a corresponding "communication point", some of which are in the space agency, some are liaison offices, and some are even directly radio stations and television stations.

Suni did not miss any possibility, because she didn't know where she would be intercepted.

She recorded a video, announcing the miserable appearance of the space station at this time and the desperate situation they encountered, and then sent them all one by one according to the table, and used the international emergency communication channel to broadcast electromagnetic broadcasts to the ground continuously.

This kind of broadcast is similar to "Dongfanghong No. 1", which is a bit old-fashioned but not useless.

The broadcast is scattered without a target. Although it has been separated from the main body, they are still orbiting the earth instead of being fixed in space.

This results in an extremely wide range of received signals.

The first people to react were those bored ships on the sea or radio enthusiasts in the mountains.

Of course, most of them were skeptical. Although the signal source was the international common emergency frequency band, the content was too incredible.

But as the scope became wider and wider, the news began to spread to the Internet.

The first mainstream media to react and publish it came from France.

Willing to seize big news and hot topics, belonging to the Western camp and being rebellious and liking to sing the opposite tune, the French media had no reason to miss this opportunity.

As a result, the despair of the 12 astronauts in space appeared on many people's TV screens, which then triggered more explosive points and spread.

"I am Suni Brightman, an astronaut on the International Space Station, number 91726. We have just encountered the worst space disaster in human history. The International Space Station has completely disintegrated."

On the screen, Suni faced the screen with a pale face.

She did not speak, but held up a piece of paper with English, Russian and German written on it.

The content was too outrageous, but the space station background behind it could not be deceived, and it was so real.

Especially the solemn atmosphere, more than a dozen equally desperate astronauts appeared together, which could not be faked.

The French TV station also specially marked that the people in the picture were indeed astronauts from various countries in this issue after verification. These faces are easy to confirm if you are willing to check.

"And now, 12 astronauts from nine countries are trapped in the 'core cabin' that has been separated from the main body, floating in the universe. We have no power, and may only have more than ten hours of life-support supplies. The main pressure is the lack of oxygen."

"Yes, if there is no miracle, we will all die here."

"The only, only hope. China, or Taiyi Tiangong Houston does not allow us to ask for help."

"This has nothing to do with 'politics'. I ask all countries to put aside their prejudices and ask China for help for the lives of the twelve astronauts, for someone's husband, wife, or mother. We cannot contact them directly. They have been excluded from the International Space Station but are the only ones who can save us."

"Please, we just want to return to Earth alive, not die alone in space..."

Silent video, silent tears.

Silent despair.

AM12:00, Hangzhou.

Qianjiang Smart City, the end of the first stage of the G20 Leaders' Summit.

Following the host's prompt, the leaders of various countries stood up and prepared to go to the side hall for a simple buffet.

Zhou Rui was also among them. From his point of view, the content of the first phase of the meeting was relatively empty, and there were almost no substantive decisions.

But it was normal. The countries came here mainly to show their attitudes and maintain the dialogue mechanism. If there was any hard stuff, it would not be put on the table.

Zhou Rui came to the buffet venue together, or it would be more appropriate to call it a buffet, but the specifications were higher. The leaders, officials, and top corporate representatives of various countries were all in this space, and communication was still the main theme.

There were no cameras here, so it was not private, but it was not open to the public.

Several heads of state tried to find Zhou Rui, but before they took their legs, Zhou Rui walked to the back of a team sleekly and pretended to take the meal with a plate.

The head of Sinopec in front was very discerning and smiled slightly to make way.

This good position was left to Zhou Rui.

"I just heard the news. There is a great response from the outside world, but no one has spoken yet. The space agency said it is very difficult for them. Xiao Zhou, is it difficult for Taitian workers?"

The magnetic voice came from the side slowly, but Zhou Rui did not turn his head, still staring at the shrimp dumplings on the stage, his mouth moving slightly:

"Too little information, can't make a judgment."

A hand stretched out, clamped a shrimp dumpling, and put it on Zhou Rui's plate.

"Then check it first, and then talk about other things. We also have to prevent being splashed with dirty water."

Zhou Rui nodded slightly: "Then I won't attend the meeting this afternoon, go and deal with it."

"No, it's more appropriate for you to sit at the meeting."

Zhou Rui pondered for a while and understood what the other party meant.

"Then I need to bring some equipment into the venue."

The owner of the hand smiled, understood it at a glance, excellent:

"I will tell someone to let it go"

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PM12:15, Jiangsu Province.

Taicang, Wanhu Base

"I received the boss's order and immediately prepared for the launch of Xingtian."

"What emergency? Is it related to the International Space Station?"

"Let's talk about it after it's launched. The boss didn't explain so much control and the boss will take over."

"Unit 3 is the most complete, prepare it immediately"

In the huge No. 5 plant, countless engineers started to move.

Because the technical route is relatively special, the Xingtian No. 3, which is in the "ready to launch" state most of the time, undertook this task.

Thanks to the fully intelligent design, the inspection work of Unit 3 was completed extremely quickly. In less than 20 minutes, the door of the No. 5 plant was opened.

A tractor, under the scorching sun, dragged a steel tower to the runway.

It was the "torture rack" jointly built by Shan Chunyuan and Ma Weiming's team.

Behind the torture rack are several huge thigh-thick cables, which, combined with the integrated brushless motor on the torture rack, provide strong power for electromagnetic vertical ejection.

A moment later, with the humming sound of the huge motor, the Xingtian No. 3 unit turned into a residual image and was ejected.

After ejection, the Xingtian No. 3 aircraft slightly adjusted its posture in the air, and then the "sub-fuel/scramjet dual-mode engine" at the bottom started instantly.

The trajectory changed, and it flew straight into the sky with unparalleled power and disappeared into the sky.

"Other fighters are also ready! They may launch again at any time!"