Manual of Space-Time Interference

silence……

Dialect has been sitting in front of this small table for an entire afternoon, just like this, sitting quietly in this quiet space, thinking about some things, or many, many things.

It has been a long time since he came to this immigration ship five years ago. At that time, he was still full of hope and expectation, but after he traveled through it, he realized that there was no hope in this world at all.

So he is waiting, waiting for a feeling, a kind of ethereal feeling that he will have before he crosses, because he knows that as long as he can cross, then human beings still have a future.

But until now, the rest seems to be only self-deception...

"Sir, it's time for you to have dinner."

A voice rang beside him, and the dialect turned his head blankly, looking at Ramones who seemed to be by his side forever, and murmured slowly, "Ramons, do you want to go home?"

"Home, do you mean Starfire Base? That's where I was born?" Ramones replied with some doubts.

"Probably, Earth..." Dialect said, looking back abruptly, but all he saw was cold steel.

"Based on the current situation, sir, you probably know what we can do." Ramones replied politely, "I think you need to have dinner first, and then relax properly."

"Huh..." Dialect sighed, then shook his head at Ramones, "Ramons, can you send a stream of information in the direction from which the information came."

"Sir, what do you mean?" Ramones asked hesitantly.

"That's right." Dialect nodded, as if he had made up his mind, and continued, "Rammons, I need you, send our location to the direction where this message came from, by any means."

"Sir, you should know that it is a very dangerous practice to be the first to reveal your coordinates in the universe."

"There's nothing worse than the present, right?" Fang Yan said, with a bitter smile on his face, "Ramons, I'm a human, and I can only live until the spaceship's energy is exhausted. And at that time, the human race will be wiped out.”

"Sir, I still don't want you to do this. Of course, if you insist, I will still follow your ideas." Ramones replied, "You know, I will only think about the problem from the safest point of view."

"I know, but Ramones, life is a big gamble, and now, I'm the only one left on this gambling table to face the old **** of fate." Dialect said, the whole person slowly spread out on the table. On the seat, "but we no longer have any chips to bet, except our future."

"gentlemen……"

"I'm done, Ramones, I'm really done, I don't want to grow old in this starry sky filled with death, and then turn into the corpses we saw before, exuding a stench." The dialect continued, as if trying to free everything,

"So I want to bet my everything, even if we end up as slaves, even if I'll be autopsied later, but Ramones, you know, it's not death that I'm afraid of, it's what I've never wanted to carry, But what they have always made me carry." Dialect said, with a cry, a kind of pain, "I'm only afraid after death, if I go to the underworld, Ma Donghai and the others will ask me, You will ask me what happened next, I'm afraid I won't be able to answer..."

A cold hand slowly rested on Diaoyan's shoulder again, he glanced sideways slightly, looked at Ramones and continued, "I want to bet everything, everything, the future of mankind, I my future, my identity, my abilities, my life, Ramones, I just want to have a clear conscience, you know?"

Silence, only the red light on Ramones' head kept flashing, as if he was trying to understand Dialect's heart at the moment...

"Sir, I think I should need a signal transmitter, preferably quantum communication, because it may be able to contact the other party faster." Ramones said slowly, in a trance, Dialect seemed to see a smiling face, from The smile on Ramones.

"I will do what I need. There will definitely be quantum communication equipment on the immigration ship. Let me think about it, and I will let Xinghuo cut off the communication system, so that you can send signals directly without going through Xinghuo's transfer. , then what do we need, I think..."

"A data cable, sir, this is what we need now." Ramones pointed out the dialect that seemed to be unable to find his way.

"Yes, yes, the data cable, yes, this is the thing. Let's go to the material library. There should be matching ones there. There must be." He said anxiously, "Rammons, let's go now."

"Okay, sir, if there is no problem, I think I can lead the way. You can also think about what information you need to send when you are on the road." Ramones said, and then bent down slightly. The body made a gesture of invitation to the dialect.

Nodding his head, the dialect laughed, with tears and relief...

...

"Sir, all the information has been converted, the direction has been positioned, and now we are waiting for your order." Quantum Communication Center, Ramones turned to look at the dialect standing beside him and said.

Taking a deep breath, facing the opponent of fate, holding the only bargaining chip in his hand, the dialect's eyes slowly became firm, decisive, or reckless,

"Ramons, send."

"The information has been sent, sir, according to my analysis, we need to send it continuously to cover the star field where the information flow appears, so as to ensure that this information flow has a sufficient probability to be received by the other party." Ramones replied. ,

"Set up a program." Dialect said.

"The program has been set." Ramones replied quickly, "But before you order it to stop~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this immigration ship will lose its remote communication means."

"Immigration ship, remnant ship..." Fang Yan shook his head with a wry smile, waved his hand, and walked out the door, "We have already released the chips, and the rest may have to wait for future history books. See you later, of course, if there is any..."

After speaking, Dialect stopped at the door, looked back at Ramones, and said after exhaling, "Ramons, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Sir, I have to remind you that it should be supper time now. Eating too much at this time is not good for your stomach." Ramones said, giving the dialect the feeling of being a strict gentleman, with wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"Well, that's not very good, Ramones, knowing that my stomach has been functioning well."

"Then maybe you can try mashed potato bibimbap later, and then bake a small sweet potato. For fruit, it seems that there is only sweet potato..."

"It's not bad, but I want spicy beef flavor with mashed potatoes."

"Then I'll prepare now..."