Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

PM12:50, 404350m orbit.

Over the Pacific Ocean, the wreckage of the core module of the International Space Station.

After a period of busy work, everyone reluctantly followed Suni's instructions, recording/transmitting videos and sending radio.

But the situation is not very optimistic.

First of all, the transmission of videos requires the use of relay satellites. After the first round of transmission, they soon discovered that the permissions of the relay satellites were locked. So far, they are not sure whether the most important video content has been received on the ground.

Secondly, radio broadcasting is one-way. The core module has such a high-power radio transmitter, but people on the ground want to contact them. They need quite professional equipment or even signal towers, which are obviously not owned by radio enthusiasts or fishing boats.

The only ones who can take the initiative to contact them are basically official agencies of various countries.

Finally, and more desperately, the Houston Command Center has been silent for nearly an hour. Originally, there was communication between each other, and the astronauts were calming down.

But when Suni was found to have recorded the "silent video", no matter how Makarov called, it was useless, and the relay satellite was locked.

Suni's eyes were still red: "Do you think it will work, Makarov?"

In the crowded space station, Makarov's forehead was still bleeding, and the wound in space was particularly difficult to coagulate.

"I'm not sure. Really, I only know that Houston must be very angry."

The Brazilian astronaut sneered: "Whether they are angry or not, NASA does not have the technology to save us. Each of the 12 of us knows this, so it doesn't matter. Suni is right. Now there is at least a little fantasy before we suffocate to death."

German astronaut: "Guys, I suggest you talk less, the oxygen content has dropped again."

This sentence is particularly effective, and everyone shut up.

The actual space of the core module is only about 200 cubic meters, but it gathers 12 people, and the oxygen is maintained by the generator.

And the oxygen generation capacity is not optimistic, especially after four stages of exhaust.

Originally, they could hold on for more than ten days, but now only the core module itself is left, and there may only be more than ten hours left.

Makarov looked out the window and saw the core module spinning. They barely stopped it by changing the center of gravity, but it had already drifted far away.

The difference in mass and speed made the two move away very quickly, and every time it orbited the earth, this situation would be aggravated.

They had long lost sight of the International Space Station, which was once a milestone for mankind and is now a pile of garbage debris.

At the same time, tens of thousands of kilometers away, in another place in orbit.

A dark black unmanned flying object broke into this position.

Because it had just broken through the atmosphere, its surface was still a little hot and dark red.

The strange and flat shape, combined with the quiet environment of outer space, gave it a full sense of oppression.

This was the first place where the explosion was detected. Of course, it was impossible to find a space station here, which was purely "looking for a sword on a boat".

But it still chose to start its search from here.

It didn't even turn on its stealth mode, as if it had deliberately revealed its whereabouts.

I came, I saw, I already knew

Xingtian III received the order from the ground, and continued to raise the orbital altitude, searching for traces from a high altitude at a faster speed.

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PM13:00, United States.

Texas, Houston Command Center.

"Report, the visual satellite sent the 'Headless Horseman'."

"What?!"

You know, some time ago, because of this "Headless Horseman", both NASA and the military were racking their brains.

First of all, the radar was crushed by the stealth technology. When it flew over the head, the high-power radar station was as quiet as dead.

It is better to stand on the ground and capture the trajectory of the "Headless Horseman" breaking through the sky with the naked eye.

And vision. Although the visual satellite can theoretically capture its figure, in a range larger than the surface, photographing a ten-meter creation is obviously like finding a needle in a haystack.

Unless the other party happens to enter the specific area they are keeping an eye on

In the command center, everyone was sweating, but it was not because of the "Headless Horseman" who suddenly showed up. In the past ten hours, or since the space station began to exhaust gas, they have been very nervous.

And now, it can only be said that they are nervous, nervous, and nervous again.

The news of the appearance of the Headless Horseman was quickly passed to NASA's top management, which means that this international event is no longer just about one party. If you want to try to cover up or distort the facts, you have to weigh the risks of doing so.

"It must be here to search for survivors, or at least to check the situation... Is it going to report the location of the wreckage of the 'core module' to China?"

"This is not something we can decide."

"Then let those dozen people suffocate to death in the core module?"

Suddenly, a taciturn military general in camouflage uniforms in the corner shouted:

"It's just a drone. It may carry weapons, but it definitely can't carry oxygen, let alone deliver it to astronauts. Letting China know more details will only make things worse."

"Gentlemen, this is a disaster that no one wants to happen. Don't make the same mistake again."

The command room gradually became quiet.

Just like their work.

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PM13:30, Hangzhou.

Qianjiang Smart City, the main venue of the summit, the second phase of the meeting officially began.

Zhou Rui sat in the venue as usual, with no strange expression on his face.

But compared to the morning, there was a strange suitcase beside him, and his left hand was always under the table, fiddling with a laptop.

It was obvious that the leaders of many countries were subconsciously looking at him.

On the laptop, Zhou Rui was communicating with the car operator of Wanhu Base, Gan Yuan outside the venue and many other parties.

Gan Yuan: "More and more TV stations have broadcast the 'silent call for help' video, but so far, including NASA in the United States, there has been no response. In addition, the Internet has fermented to a very serious extent. This matter is almost known to the world."

"Oh, except for the United States, the media there is very strictly controlled. There were one or two reports on the websites of C** and Fox, but they were quickly deleted. The main fermentation of public opinion is in Europe and Asia during the day."

Zhou Rui replied: "No one has asked us for help through formal channels so far, right?"

"Yes, there is no news, not even from the space agencies of various countries."

"I know."

Zhou Rui tapped his sleeves lightly, and a small silver snake emerged a few centimeters, which was part of the body of the small shower.

The head of Sinopec who was in the meeting next to him stared with his eyes wide open.

We are all in the same meeting room, why do we have different styles.

Zhou Rui smiled apologetically, and then secretly put the small shower next to his ear.

"Have you found anything?"

"The effective search range is 44% left, and no discovery."

The so-called effective search range is based on the original trajectory of the International Space Station, excluding the impossible parts that have been calculated to be impossible.

Of course, the search is still not easy, but he is looking forward to the results, but he is not in a hurry.

It's not his family on it.

Just like the organization's meaning, check first, then move.

He is here, and the Xingtian fighter is in orbit, which is a statement.

About ten minutes later, the small shower suddenly trembled, and Zhou Rui put it to his ear again.

"Highest authority, found, space station, main wreckage."

Zhou Rui immediately used a laptop to open the Wanhu command system mirror program, and the picture seen by Xingtian No. 3 was sent back by the small shower with a higher delay.

At first it was just black, because the first discovery was the radar reaction rather than the visual feedback.

But as the small shower manipulated Xingtian No. 3 closer and closer, the visual feedback had specific content.

On the screen, the International Space Station was shattered and turned into a large wreckage of several hundred meters in radius. Even the Xingtian fighter plane could not enter it.

Quite bad

The broken main body of the space station can be clearly seen. They were really canned.

Zhou Rui finally confirmed the damage to the space station.

If the degree of damage is graded, there are probably three levels.

High, medium, and low.

The International Space Station is probably the fourth level: India.

There is no possibility of repair. From now on to countless years later, it can only be garbage.

Zhou Rui immediately ordered Xiao Huashao to take pictures for record

These may be useful in the future.

Suddenly, Xiao Huashao took the initiative to control the camera, aimed at a slightly larger piece of the countless wreckage, and zoomed in.

A box was marked on the screen.

"Highest authority, familiar target found."

Zhou Rui was confused: "What do you mean by familiar target?"

On the screen, Xiao Huashao retrieved past data, and the image of a staged rocket appeared on the right. After comparison, the text and logo on this piece of wreckage are exactly the same as the rocket that hit the porcelain nearly a year ago, and it is a part of it.

Zhou Rui frowned.

The rocket that hit the porcelain Nantianmen? But when the mortise and tenon robot pushed it away, although the power part was destroyed, the main body of the rocket was intact.

This is a big guy more than ten meters high, and the opposite side must have a positioning device for hitting the porcelain. Can it hit the space station?

Is NASA the world's largest pig farm?

"Xiao Huashao, analyze whether there are any wreckages that do not belong to the space station or the rocket."

This will take some time, because this place is simply a garbage dump. I feel dizzy at a glance.

He also contacted Che Gan.

"Continue to launch Xingtian No. 1 to the designated location."

Soon, the "Headless Horseman" appeared again, and the news that the main body of the space station wreckage was found was known to NASA.

The main reason is that the other party has never concealed it, and NASA itself has been using satellites to observe the location of the space station.

Above the silent orbit, the "Headless Horseman" hovered at the edge of the huge wreckage in a relatively static state, obviously analyzing and looking for something.

Behind the command room, a white official in a suit and leather shoes paced back and forth with his hands on his waist.

After a while, he exchanged glances with a black officer in camouflage uniform, and the two temporarily left the command room and came to the corner of the back corridor.

"Do you think they will find out the truth?"

The black officer frowned and said, "I don't know, it depends on the advancement of their equipment and our luck. According to reason, the 'KE-S2' of the 'Barricade Project' should have been shattered."

Yes, they have found out the cause of this super disaster.

There is no perception before being hit, but after the impact, the source can be reversely inferred through time, location, etc.

NASA is very curious about where this group of dangerous garbage that can destroy the entire space station came from.

If it is found that it was caused by a certain Eastern power, it may even be considered a good thing.

But unfortunately, after reverse calculation, there is a 92% probability that this group of space garbage, like the one they planned to avoid before, came from the "Barricade Plan" more than ten days ago.

In order to deter the other side and rebuild the glory in the field of aerospace, a special action was carried out with propaganda as the main and practical work as the auxiliary.

And now, it has caused a disaster.

If countries know that the culprit is the United States, they will face a great negative impact.

Especially after Suni secretly released the "silent help", not only the top leaders of various countries, but also the international public have become participants in this disaster, and the humanitarian pressure is huge.

If it is announced

In a sense, they are not trying to cover up the destruction of the International Space Station, but to cover up "why the International Space Station was destroyed".

The best result is that if only they say it, then whoever they say caused it is whoever caused it, at least it can disturb the audience.

The two men, one black and one white, represent the G side and the military, respectively, and they represent more people behind them.

As for why only these two people came to the scene for such a big thing, I am afraid they also have the idea of ​​"in case of failure, responsibility should not be spread".

When the two were racking their brains to deal with it, an expert who should have been in the command center came out.

The white official raised his head for a second: "What's wrong? Is there any emergency?"

The expert was not very old, about 30 years old, and shook his head quickly when he heard it: "No, there is no change, the headless knight is still staying there, I just... go to the toilet, I have been working for more than ten hours in a row."

The white official waved his hand impatiently, asking him to go quickly, and then continued to walk with his head down, thinking about countermeasures.

The young expert turned his head and went in the direction of the toilet.

His face became extremely nervous, and his palms were full of sweat.

In his trouser pocket, he tightly grasped a mobile phone.

He turned into the bathroom, washed his face and stared at himself in the mirror.

This is the only place in the entire command center without a camera.

Everyone's cell phone was confiscated, but as a "slacker" and "backstabbing worker" in the Houston command center, he has always had two cell phones.

Used to surf the Internet during boring shifts.

Turning into the toilet cubicle, he took a deep breath, edited a long string of numbers and letters, and sent it to a player community on his own game forum.

A strategy game that simulates space civilization.

"a:5827361, e:0.72, i:32, Ω:272, ω:190, m:36"

After a while, afraid that no one could understand, he sent a photo.

Just now, he risked his life in the command room and secretly took a satellite photo.

A photo of a strange-looking aircraft parked in front of a huge wreckage.

Two chapters but 8,500 words, I know everyone is anxious, but after all, it is a major event that has been prepared for a long time, and it cannot be anticlimactic, including the game of all parties.

Please give Xiao Xin more time to tell the story more completely.