I don't have a system but I have a hammer

After hearing the words, the bald man raised his hand to look at the time, and smiled at us...

"Okay, let's take a break for 5 minutes..."

I nodded understandingly, because I know that although there is an automatic operation setting inside the space station, someone still needs to watch it every once in a while...

And I looked at the three empty seats in the video, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought...

The good news is that we now have a precise goal, which is to destroy Pansi's terminal, but the bad news is that this terminal is really hard to find...

First, the number of geostationary satellites is too many...

Although we don't need to go to the satellites, we only need to observe one by one from a long distance, but this also consumes manpower and material resources, and the synchronous docking of fighter planes and satellites is inherently extremely dangerous...

Just like an athlete running in front, you have to maintain the same speed as him to add his VX, but during this process, there may be situations such as falling, dropping your phone, or bumping into other people...

The principle of synchronous docking is the same, the fighter plane and the satellite are kept at the same speed, and I need to open the hatch to conduct a comprehensive inspection of all angles of the satellite...

With a speed of 8000 meters per second, one can imagine what will happen to me in case of an accident...

Second, cosmic dust!

In fact, since 85, all geostationary satellites have self-inspection functions, that is, they will report various data during operation anytime, anywhere, such as weightlessness ratio, operation efficiency, de-orbit rate, and so on...

It is precisely because of the huge self-inspection data that the earth can know whether the synchronous satellite has failed, or whether the service life has reached the end of the year, so that a new satellite can be launched in time for replacement...

Then the problem arises, because these satellites have been working for a long time, which leads to a thick layer of cosmic dust on them...

So when many self-test data are transmitted back, even if there are some slight deviations, they will only think it is cosmic dust...

Therefore, it is difficult for us to find the specific location of the terminal through the self-inspection data...

The last point is whether the terminal device is the same size, shape, and weight as the virus device...

If this holds true...

Alas, then we are undoubtedly back to the origin, and we have to check the more than 90 satellites one by one...

And when I list these problems on the communicator and think hard...

His eyes were in a trance for a while, as if recalling the group of scientists who used abacus to make nuclear bombs decades ago...

Of course, I know that the abacus plays a very small role in it, but it is a spirit of challenging the impossible, isn't it?

"The problems that can be written down must have solutions. The real problems are those that cannot be written..."

As some lost philosopher said, since I can write the problem, it means there must be a solution, but... how do I do it?

Looking at the three astronauts who have been repositioned in the video, the warm light in my eyes shines again...

Then...follow the martyrs and unite as one!

...

It is frustrating that this discussion about the confrontation between humans and the host of the system lasted from ten o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the morning the next day...

From the brainstorming at the beginning, to the intense discussion later, and now the error correction...

The sixteen-hour long debate almost pushed everyone's physical and mental state to the limit...

But even so, the flame in our eyes has never been extinguished, and we are still racking our brains to find a solution, looking for the possibility of the impossible!

The Mongolian girl has long since lost her laughing attitude at the beginning, and now she only has deep tiredness in her eyes, a data file that has been rummaged in her hand, and coffee that has been refilled countless times in the cup...

Brother Pingtou was a little better. During the discussion, he left a few times due to daily tasks. He was not too tired mentally, but his frowning brows never relaxed...

To say that the most tiring one is probably the bald brother...

Knowing the importance of this task, he did not relax from the beginning to the end, even when he went to the bathroom, he did not disconnect the headset, while listening to our suggestions and ideas, he kept taking notes...

But at the same time, the bald brother also understands that all the people participating in the discussion are extremely exhausted, but because the leader did not speak, no one dared to take the initiative to take a break...

And I looked at the electronic cigarette with three pods on the right, and couldn't help but sigh...

Just one chicken head can make us like this, what if there are more?

There is a long way to go...

Just when I was about to take the initiative to take a break, I suddenly found the light flashing in the eyes of the Mongolian girl, and my heart moved slightly...

Did she figure out a way?

however…

"By the way, station master, why don't you send the matter here back to Earth, and let everyone figure out a solution together?"

The bald man's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but immediately dimmed again, and he shook his head slowly...

"This task is highly confidential, the fewer people who know about it, the better. Please refer to the movie "The Wind" for specific reasons."

The Mongolian woman was taken aback when she heard the words, and hurriedly asked...

"Then we can definitely find trusted old experts. They have experienced many special periods and have deep national complexes. They will definitely not..."

Brother Pingtou curled his lips and interjected directly...

"As expected, you didn't read the content of yesterday's mission. The control chip doesn't care if you are young or old. If it weren't for the fact that we are in space, the organization might not trust us completely..."

Speaking of this, the Mongolian woman no longer refute...

But when I heard Brother Pingtou's words, I narrowed my eyes slightly, as if a lightning flashed across my mind...

Fuck, there it is!

"Wait, what did you just say?"

My sudden sound shocked the three of them...

"I…"

As soon as the Mongolian girl wanted to answer the conversation, I interrupted her directly...

"Not that you..."

Brother Pingtou came to his senses now, frowning slightly, as if in deep thought...

"I just said...the organization won't trust us..."

"Not this sentence, the last sentence..."

"Uh... what if we weren't in space?"

"It's not this one, the last one..."

"Hmm... so there are old and young?"

pop~

My eyes froze and I slammed the table...

"That's right, that's the sentence..."

The three of them froze for a moment, and said in unison...

"What did you think of?"

I slowly raised my head, my eyes burning...

"I know how to find the terminal system!"