Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 966 The truth that is being covered up (Recommended BGM: Levels)

PM12:50, 404350m track.

The wreckage of the International Space Station's core module over the Pacific Ocean.

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

But the situation is not very optimistic.

The first is that video transmission requires the use of relay satellites. After the first round of transmission, they quickly discovered that the relay satellite's authority was locked. Until now, they are not sure whether the most important video content has been received on the ground.

Secondly, radio broadcasts are one-way. The core module has a high-power radio transmitter, but if people on the ground want to contact them, they need quite professional equipment or even a signal tower, which is obviously not something that radio amateurs or fishing boats can have.

Basically, only official agencies of various countries can contact them proactively.

Finally, and more desperately, the Houston command center has been silent for nearly an hour. Originally, there was communication between each other, and they were trying to calm the astronauts.
But after it was discovered that Suni had recorded the "silent video", no matter how Makarov called, it was useless and the relay satellite was locked.

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

In the crowded space station, blood was still oozing from Makarov's forehead. It was extremely difficult for wounds to heal in space.

"I'm not sure. Really I just know Houston is pissed."

The Brazilian astronaut sneered, "Whether they are angry or not, NASA does not have the technology to rescue us. All 12 of us know this, so it doesn't matter. Suni is right. We still have a little fantasy before we suffocate to death."

German astronaut: "Guys, I suggest you stop talking, the oxygen level is dropping again."

This sentence was particularly effective and everyone shut up.

The actual space in the core module is only about 200 cubic meters, but it houses 12 people, and oxygen is entirely maintained by a generator.

Moreover, the oxygen storage capacity is not optimistic, especially after four stages of exhaust.

Originally they could hold out for more than ten days, but now only the core module is left, and they may only have a dozen hours left.

Makarov looked out the window and saw the core module was spinning. They managed to stop it by changing the center of gravity, but it had already drifted a long distance away.

The difference in mass and speed direction causes the two to move away from each other very quickly, and this situation is exacerbated with each orbit around the Earth.

They have long lost sight of the International Space Station, which was once a milestone for humanity but is now a pile of junk.

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

A dark black unmanned flying object broke into this location.

Since it had just broken through the atmosphere, its surface still had a bit of burning dark red.

The weird and flat shape, combined with the quiet environment of outer space, creates a sense of oppression.

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

But it still chose to start its search from here.

He didn't even turn on his stealth mode, as if he was deliberately revealing his whereabouts.

I came, I saw, I knew
Xingtian III received orders from the ground and continued to raise its orbital altitude, searching for traces from a high vantage point at a greater speed.

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PM13:00, United States.

Texas, Houston Command Center.

"Report, visual satellite sends 'Headless Horseman'."

"what?!"

You know, some time ago, both NASA and the military were troubled by this "Headless Horseman".

The first is that radar is crushed by stealth technology. When flying overhead, high-power radar stations become as silent as if they are dead.

It would be more effective to stand on the ground and capture the trajectory of the "Headless Horseman" cutting through the sky with your naked eyes.

As for vision. Although in theory visual satellites can capture its image, in an area larger than the earth's surface, photographing a creature of ten meters is obviously like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Unless the other party happens to enter a specific area that they are paying attention to.
Inside the command center, everyone was sweating, but it was not because of the sudden appearance of the "Headless Horseman". They had been very nervous in the past ten hours, or since the space station began to vent gas.

Now, I can only say that I am nervous, nervous, and nervous again.
The news of the appearance of the Headless Horseman was quickly passed on to NASA's top management, which meant that this major international event was no longer just about one party. Anyone who tried to cover up or distort the facts had 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 'core module' wreckage to the Chinese side?"

“This is not for us to decide.”

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

Suddenly, a taciturn military general in camouflage uniforms in the corner shouted:
"It was just a drone. It might have carried weapons, but it definitely couldn't have carried oxygen, let alone been delivered to astronauts. Letting China know more details would only make things worse."

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

The command room gradually became quiet.

Just like their job.

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PM13:30, Hangzhou.

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

Zhou Rui sat in the meeting room as usual, with no change in expression.

The only difference was that 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 looking at him subconsciously.

On the laptop, Zhou Rui was communicating with Che Qian from Wanhu Base, Gan Yuan outside the venue and other parties.

Gan Yuan: "More and more TV stations have broadcast the 'silent cry for help' video, but so far, no one, including NASA, has responded. In addition, the Internet has fermented to a very serious extent. This matter can almost be called known to the world."

"Oh, except for the United States, where the media is strictly controlled. There were one or two reports on the websites of CBS and Fox, but they were quickly deleted. The main places where public opinion fermented were Europe and Asia during the day."

Zhou Rui replied: "So far, no one has sought help through formal channels, right?"

"Yes, there is no news. No space agency in any country has any information."

"I see."

Zhou Rui tapped his sleeve lightly, and a small silver snake came out a few centimeters, which was part of Xiao Huasha's body.

The head of Sinopec, who was attending the meeting nearby, widened his eyes.

We are all in the same conference room, why do we have different styles?

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

"Did you find anything?"

"Effective search range, 44% left, no findings."

The so-called effective search range is based on the original trajectory of the International Space Station, excluding those parts that are 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 our family members who are on it.
Just like what the organization meant, investigate first, then take action.

His being here and the Xingtian fighter jet in orbit is a statement.

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

"Highest authority, find the main wreckage of the space station."

Zhou Rui immediately used his laptop to open the Wanhu command system mirroring program, and the image seen by Xingtian No. 3 was transmitted back by Xiaohuasha with a high delay.

At first it was just darkness, as the radar response rather than visual feedback was the first to detect.

But as Xiao Huasha manipulated Xingtian No. 3 closer and closer, the visual feedback became more specific.

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

Pretty bad
The broken main body of the space station can be clearly seen. They are really broken.
Zhou Rui finally confirmed the damage to the space station.

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

High, medium, low.

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

There is no possibility of repairing it, and it will only be garbage from now on and for countless years to come.

Zhou Rui immediately ordered Xiao Huashao to take photos and keep them on file.
These may come in handy later.

Suddenly, Xiao Huasha took the initiative to control the camera, aimed it at a slightly larger piece of the countless debris, 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 with the 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 the wreckage were exactly the same as those of the rocket that did the fraud nearly a year ago, and were part of it.

Zhou Rui frowned.
The rocket that hit 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 giant creature that is more than ten meters tall, and the other side must have a positioning device for committing fraud. How could it hit the space station?

Is NASA the world's largest pig farm?
"Little Shower, analyze this area to see if there is any debris that does not belong to the space station or the rocket."

This will take some time because this place is like a garbage dump. It makes me dizzy just by looking at it.

He also contacted Che Qian.

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

Soon, NASA learned that the "Headless Horseman" had reappeared and had found the main body of the space station wreckage.

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

Above the silent orbit, the "Headless Horseman" hovered on the edge of the huge wreckage in a relatively static state, apparently analyzing and searching for something.

At the back of the command room, a white official in a suit and tie paced back and forth with his hands on his hips.

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

"Do you think they'll find out the truth?"

The black officer frowned and said, "I don't know. It depends on the sophistication of their equipment and our luck. Logically, the KE-S2 of the "Barricade Project" should have been crushed."

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

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

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

If it is found out that it was caused by a certain Eastern superpower, it might even be considered a good thing.

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

In order to deter the enemy and restore the glory in the field of aerospace, a special operation was launched with publicity as the main component and practical work as the auxiliary component.

And now, a disaster has occurred.

If other countries knew that the culprit was the United States, they would face great negative impact.

Especially after Suni secretly issued a "silent call for help", not only senior officials of various countries, but also the international public became participants in this disaster, and the humanitarian pressure was enormous.

If it is published
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 outcome would be that if only they said so, then whoever they said caused it would be the one who caused it, and at least it could confuse the public.

The two men, one in black and one in white, represent the G side and the military, respectively, and behind them they represent even more people.
As for why only these two people showed up at the scene for such a big event, it was probably because of the idea that "if things can't be done, the responsibility shouldn't be spread."

Just as the two were racking their brains over what to do, an expert who should have been in the command center came out.

The white officer looked up after a second: "What's wrong? Is there an emergency?"

The expert was young, about 30 years old. Hearing this, he quickly shook his head and said, "No, there is no change. The Headless Horseman is still there. I just went to the toilet. I have been working for more than ten hours in a row."

The white official waved his hand impatiently, telling him to hurry up, and then continued to pace with his head down, thinking about countermeasures.

The young expert turned around and headed towards 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 phones were confiscated, but as a “veteran slacker” and “backstabbing worker” at the Houston Command Center, he always had two cell phones.

Used to surf the Internet during boring shift hours.

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

A strategy game simulating a space civilization.

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

After a while, fearing that no one would understand, he sent another photo.

Just now he risked his life in the command room to secretly take satellite photos.

A photo of a strangely shaped aircraft parked in front of a huge pile of wreckage.

　Two chapters but 8500 words. I know everyone is anxious, but after all, this is a major event that has been prepared for a long time, and it cannot be anticlimactic, including the game between all parties.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)