It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

Chapter 188 The Second Signal of the Proxima Centauri Civilization

Atoka, who was staring at the screen, was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

Perhaps because of staring at the image of Proxima Centauri for too long, the three pairs of long and narrow visual organs of Atoka at this time were full of doubts and confusion.

In his memory, the door had only been opened once.

That's when he first entered this room.

Light footsteps sounded.

Atoka turned his head to look.

When he saw the Proxima Centauri in black, a fine lump appeared on the top of his thinking organ.

black!

That's what Lyle can wear!

The so-called Lyle is the prophet and scientist in the Proxima Centauri civilization prophecy.

It is also the most noble group of people.

Before he had time to think, he quickly stood up from the chair, raised his forelimbs, and placed them on top of his thinking organs.

At the same time, the skin on the top of the thinking organ became extremely smooth under Atoka's intentional control.

This is the way of showing respect in the Proxima civilization.

"Dear Lord Lyle, you..."

The Proxima star looked at the slightly depressing environment around him, and the three pairs of eyes suddenly narrowed.

There was an undisguised look of disgust on his thinking organs.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lyall yelled at Atoka in front of him in an extremely sharp tone.

Atoka's body trembled slightly, and he crouched a little lower.

"Yes Yes!"

"Master Lyle, please come and see this side, when I was observing the main star some time ago..."

Lyle unceremoniously pulled Atoka aside with his thick forelimbs.

"Okay, get out of the way!"

"I will see it myself!"

Atoka, who stayed in this room for a long time, lacked exercise, and his muscle strength was naturally inferior to that of Lyle in front of him.

The moment Lyle's foreleg touched him, Atoka only felt a lightness in his body.

After a whirl, he was thrown to the ground next to him like a garbage bag.

Atoka did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

the reason is simple.

In Lyle's eyes, the sum of all Atoka's lives could not even compare to the black clothes he was wearing.

Once Atoka angered him, Lyle had the right to execute him directly.

As for who will take over his task...

The hatching center will naturally hatch new atokas with the corresponding germ cells.

Lyle glanced at Atoka who was limp on the ground with a disdainful face.

"I really learned a lot..."

"A mere Atoka can actually use an optical telescope to observe the starry sky."

"Heh...do you understand?"

Facing Lyle's ridicule, Atoka did not respond.

Lyle turned his head bored, and looked at the instrument in front of him again.

He cautiously stretched out a little nail on his foreleg, and lightly tapped a few keys on the instrument.

It seemed that the instrument in front of him was stained with something filthy.

When he saw the object glowing with black light on the screen, his three pairs of visual organs narrowed instantly.

"hiss……"

Lyle pressed the pause button and carefully observed the impact in front of him.

a long time.

"Damn it, why is this picture so blurry!"

An angry shout sounded in the room.

Atoka, who was thrown aside, tremblingly maintained the original posture of falling on the ground, and responded softly: "Master Lyle, this is the lowest-end optical telescope, I..."

"Shut up!" Lyle shouted angrily, "You're interrupting my train of thought!"

Atoka's body trembled slightly, and he bent down on the ground again to load up the dead body.

He quietly reached out and covered the top of his thinking organ to prevent it from revealing the slightest thoughts in his heart.

"...I want to take this telescope with me!"

Lyle angrily tapped the monitor in front of him with his forelimb and continued speaking in a sharp voice.

Without waiting for Atoka to respond, Lyle pressed a button on the watch.

The next moment, the door opened again.

Several strong Proxima Centauri broke into Atoka's "territory".

Under Atoka's gaze, the optical telescope was abruptly dismantled, and moved out of the room together with the observation instruments beside it.

Afterwards, Lyle, who was dressed in black, stepped over Atoka's head and walked out of the slightly messy room.

The door was closed again, isolating the outside world from the inside.

To this day, the door has been opened a total of three times.

The first took away his freedom.

The second took away his dignity.

As for the third time, it took away his only hope.

Atoka silently stood up from the ground, extremely complicated ripples appeared on the skin at the top of the thinking organ.

He was angry, unwilling, and desperate.

Countless negative emotions rose in his thinking organs.

Heh, Proxima Centauri Civilization.

The total population is only [-] million, the class division is extremely obvious, and the thinking is solidified...

According to the theory of civilization potential that was popular long ago, the Proxima Centauri civilization at this time should be the lowest-level interstellar civilization!

Atoka silently looked at a "scar" left on the ground after the optical telescope was removed, and a crazy idea gradually emerged in his thinking organ.

He looked at the instruments in front of him that hadn't been changed for hundreds of years, and the skin on the top of the thinking organ had layers of folds.

……

a few days later.

Atoka looked at the instrument buttons in front of him, lost in thought.

This is the last keystroke that sent a message to the solar system.

Although he didn't know how the instruments worked, that didn't stop him from making changes to the content of the files he sent.

He doesn't know whether his decision is right or wrong.

But judging from my experience in most of my life, this decision should be right.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button in front of him forcefully.

An electromagnetic wave rushed towards the signal amplifier on the synchronous track at the speed of light.

After a few months, Proxima b sent a signal to the solar system again!

Seeing the warning and dangerous white light flashing in front of him, Atoka breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the chair in relief.

He knows his end.

Next, his life will come to a successful conclusion in front of [-] million Proxima Centauri.

He slowly closed his three pairs of eyes, and a thought flashed through his thinking organs.

I hope that the solar system civilization can receive their own news...

(To avoid misunderstanding, the timeline here is four years ago, a few months after Proxima Centauri sent its first message to the solar system.)

……

Earth.

"Zero, how is the construction progress of Mars City?"

Lu Yongchang looked at the dense clouds and the huge lightning that kept appearing outside the window, with a bit of worry in his eyes.

There is not much time left for researchers.

It is estimated that in about half a month, even the newly built base on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau will not be able to withstand the bad weather.

"Professor, Mars City has entered the final stage of construction and is expected to be completed in about a month."

"Counting the time it takes to go to Mars, we are ready to go."

ps. Don't rush, don't rush... The plot here is so difficult to write, even if there is an outline, I have to work it out slowly...

Chapter 189 Gene Data

The moment Zero's voice fell, a holographic image quietly appeared in front of Lu Yongchang.

In the image, the positional relationship between the sun, the earth and the moon is clearly presented in front of him.

"Professor, the sun is expected to enter the red giant stage soon."

"According to the current observation data, it is inferred that within two months, the average temperature of the earth will rise again by 100 degrees Celsius. At that time, the maximum surface temperature in some areas will reach more than [-] degrees Celsius."

During Zero's words, the relative position of Mars also appears in the hologram.

"Professor, Mars is currently moving towards perigee."

"So, all things considered, right now is the best time for us to go to Mars."

Lu Yongchang did not respond to Ling's words, but turned his head silently to look at the calendar aside.

2034.5.15

Time is indeed almost at the limit.

Lu Yongchang sighed deeply again: "Zero, tell everyone."

"Three days later, the evacuation began."

The moment Lu Yongchang said these words, there seemed to be a void in Lu Yongchang's heart.

Three days later, the earth will no longer be the homeland of human beings, and human beings are one step closer to wandering civilization.

"receive."

Zero's flat voice sounded in the office.

The holographic image in front of him quietly disappeared, and Lu Yongchang also slowly closed his eyes, preparing to lie on the chair and rest for a while.

In the next second, the gradually dimming holographic image in the air lit up again.

"Professor, there is another signal from the direction of Proxima Centauri."

……

Four years ago, the Proxima Centauri galaxy.

The door of Atoka's room was opened for the fourth time.