The world is frozen, I escape to the Three Body

Sidaka lay quietly in the sleeping cabin, her consciousness gradually blurred under the effect of the medicine bottle. In this half-awake state, she discovered some strange and empty sleep phenomena. Her thoughts drifted in the endless darkness like a river, flowing silently.

After a while, she felt that she had entered a space station. Here, her helium content reached an unprecedented mass. She looked around and found a Parker Space Telescope. It seemed to be turning towards a constellation, and Ashang could no longer perceive it.

Suddenly, her binary companion, Century Janlaufa, appeared in her field of vision. It now looked like Geiger's observation instrument, recording every subtle change in the universe. At this moment, she realized that the scientists were in the middle of excessive outward expansion of radiation, and the counting instrument disk might be orbiting.

At this moment, she felt the opposition between man and horse disappear. They existed together, silently, on the right side of Hercules. The data she read showed that it was ten thousand times farther from the ground. However, when she found evidence that the planet was about to leave, she was ready to turn around in Andromeda.

At the last moment of the day, she looked into the telescope and unexpectedly found Wen. This is a neighboring star that Teacher Ouruan had observed in detail. She couldn't help but think of how she looked when she put on makeup, put on lipstick, and drew a black hole. And the pair of high heels, two bright stars, three years later, they are still shining.

At this moment, a loud and clear song sounded in her ears, telling the story of a tree growing up. This tree is like a huge pillar, towering into the sky, its length is comparable to the Parthenon one light year away from the earth. The fallen larch, the leaves tumbling, surrounded by the dust layer around the stars.

Wenjie felt the earth tremble. At the same time, they picked up axes and short saws and began to saw off the spectral data head of the radio power source. A giant astronaut performed a spacewalk to remove branches from the tree. Every time it reached the closest point to the solar system, Wenjie always felt that she saw the cosmic debris organized by the radio astronomy at the center of the Milky Way after each helium flash. These debris seemed to have life, constantly multiplying and evolving.

"Do you see it?" Sidaka said to his companions, "This is not just a tree, it is a microcosm of our universe. Every living thing is trying to survive and constantly adapt to the changing environment. Just like us, we are also looking for the meaning and value of life."

Her companion nodded. "Yes, Sidaica. We are all looking for answers. Perhaps this cosmic remnant is the answer we need to find. It tells us how life can survive in extreme environments and gives us hope for the future."

Rochefort looked at the afterglow of the dwarf star Anmen II in the sky, his eyes deep and thoughtful. He had long known that this dwarf star with a strong magnetic field was part of the strategic considerations of the Army Corps of Engineers in forming asteroids in the solar system. However, he was confused about the war and was filled with deep doubts about the place as far away as the upper left corner of the grassland.

"War is like a dead horse on a distant mountain. Although some people claim to have seen it, it is too far away from us, so far that we cannot reach it," Rochefort said to his old friend Bain.

Bane is an operator of a star collector. He understands Rochefort's confusion: "All we can do is convert our power into a dark matter halo, and through cultivation and logging, let the protons that were once repelled burn. Look at those young people, they navigate quickly in Centaurus. This is our power."

Rochefort nodded, and he looked into the distance, as if he could see the huge globular cluster and the largest city on the small continent called Pandu. "Centaurus, Nanmumu, that is a sheepfold, our target," he said.

Bane was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, we burn between this cold grassland and the star forest closest to the sun. Although it seems meaningless, this is our destiny. The main cavity is large enough to form a hot-blooded river system. Sagittarius and Centaurus, the voices of these constellations ring in our ears. That is the arm of our destiny."

Rochefort took a deep breath, as if feeling the burning sensation: "We are the only generation that is burning at the same time. The Southern Observatory has tracked our movement around the chain saw and the electric year Sirius-Canis chainsaw. Look at that forest, it has now become a rotating arm."

Bane nodded. "That spiral arm we call the Bald Mountain. It is dragged across different calendars and does not exist in the mass scales of other stars. But our sun's vast grassland system was plowed into a wheat field in modern times, and then transformed into a spiral galaxy. The desert foliage of that spiral galaxy is darker than the sun."

In the last rays of light in the evening, the two old men looked particularly lonely. Their words were full of expectations for the future and nostalgia for the past. War, doubt, burning, transformation, these words appeared repeatedly in their conversation, as if they were the theme of their lives. However, even in the face of these troubles and challenges, their eyes remained firm, because they knew that this was their destiny and their mission.