star watcher

Bamboo was looking forward to the future of Milan's offspring. He randomly took out the DNA of a sperm, randomly selected another piece of DNA from the gene bank, and synthesized it. He watched a fertilized egg turn into an embryo in a blink of an eye, and then a baby in the digital space. Become a child again, and finally grow up... Milan's genes are really good, the probability of the newborn human body stimulating the talent value is 60.14%, and the physical development is very good.

So good that if Milan is given enough time, he can use his descendants to form a corps...

"Bamboo?"

Milan's voice interrupted Bamboo's continued imagination.

"Milan?"

"what is this?"

The microscope comes with a projection imaging system, which magnifies the material in the slide and displays it directly on the screen in the air.For biology, Milan's knowledge is obviously not enough.

"This is..." Bamboo is now at the expert level, and a series of proper nouns popped out of his mouth.

After listening to Bamboo's introduction, to be honest, Milan could understand [-]% of the time. He felt that his younger brother was very powerful, so he suddenly asked, "Banbu, will you be a scientist in the future?"

"I didn't think so, I'll follow you."

"Don't force yourself to do something you don't like." Milan warned.

"I like following you." Bumble paused, and added, "Before I find out what I like."

He really likes following Milan, not just sitting on the sidelines.

He wants to get closer to Milan, and even closer. After all, Milan only has 180 years of life left.

Hearing the first half of his sentence, Milan rubbed his hair, and after he added the second half, Milan continued to rub his hair with confidence: "Okay." Thinking that such a powerful person is his younger brother, Milan is happy from the bottom of his heart .

"Huh? What is this?" Hercules' face appeared on the light screen at the side, just right to join in the fun.

"We are comparing fineness..." Bamboo's mouth was covered by Milan.

"About the personal experiment, Hercules, what do you want?"

"Good news, good news!" Hercules flicked all over the screen, "Guess? Guess?" He changed into a uniform of a signal soldier today, and he also pinned a vintage radar-shaped brooch on his chest as appropriate.

Milan shook his head with a smile: "Heracles is so capable, I really can't guess."

Hearing being praised for his ability, Hercules immediately became proud: "Of course, of course! I rebuilt the amplifier, and we can connect to the star network, star network!"

"——What!" This was a surprise, Milan said immediately, "Connect the picture."

"Look, let's see!" Hercules said as he clicked on the Starnet link, and after what seemed like a long wait, he jumped out of the Starnet login page.

"It's a bit slow, and it takes three times as long as before." Bamboo commented.

"The signal is not very stable, and it is still debugging! Debugging! As the distance gets closer, the speed will gradually return to normal. Normal."

"Thank you, Hercules." Milan smiled.

Then he immediately connected to the optical brain.

The information storage period of the star network is time-limited, and the information that is too old will become invalid-of course, except for the charging account.

Milan and Bamboo, to be precise, "Starlight" and "Sankou", their accounts have always been paid by the little black cat on their behalf, and they are at the senior VIP level, so the information from three years ago is still reserved.

As soon as the light brain was turned on, hundreds of messages popped up Ding Ding Ding Ding.

The optical brain was completely stuck within 5 minutes.

Milan waited for a while until the ding ding sound stopped, and saw that there were more than 1000 two hundred messages and countless missed calls.

He filtered by sender name, and on second look, more than 700 were from the same person.

"Papa Mina!"

—— Regarding persistence, Mina is not inferior to Milan.Since he got the news of the children and then lost contact, he has started a persistent video message day after day.

Milan ignored the content of these messages and dialed the number directly.

however--

"Mina's father's optical brain cannot be connected, and Drucker's father is still empty." Milan was frustrated.

"Look at the message." Bamboo suggested.

"it is good."

The most recent message was a month ago, pure text, no video or voice.

"Children, today is your birthday. You are 14 years old and you are all little men. Happy birthday! This year's gifts are also prepared and put in place. The gifts from the past few years are all there. Dad is in the star field of Aries, It’s been quiet recently, I’m safe, and I hope you’re safe too. If you can receive it, please reply. If it’s not me, please let me know if you have any clues, thank you very much!”

Milan turned forward, in the one and a half years after they lost contact, there was almost one video message every day, but since a year and a half ago, the messages have been intermittent and irregular, and it is not necessarily a video message.

Sitting side by side with Bamboo, he spent one afternoon and one night reading all of Mina's information, failing to train, eat and sleep on time.

Milan, who has always been strict with himself and never slack in training, even took the initiative to ask for leave.

At this particular moment, not even Demreko could restrain them or blame them for anything.

After all, they lost contact for more than three years, plus they spent more than two years in the gray star field. They were separated for nearly six years, from eight years old to 14 years old, from childhood to adolescence. Without personal experience, it is impossible to understand the tension and anxiety.

Finally, he can receive the news from his father. Even if the other party is not a blood relative, what reason does he have to prevent the two children from missing their father? Is there any reason to ignore this urgency?

Milan's eyes were red, and he took off the vision aid several times to wipe away his tears.

Bamboo's face was a little better, and he was silently recording: There is no doubt that the acquired environment is of great significance to the development of personality, and Milan's perseverance is exactly the same as Mina.

Is it born well, or nurtured well?This topic is well worth further research.

And Milan's mood swings are the expected excitement and joy.

As the last unread message became read, Milan heaved a sigh of relief and leaned on Bamboo's shoulder without saying a word.

Bamboo seldom speaks usually, and of course it is no exception now.

He directly pulled Milan into his arms and hugged her.

Milan followed his strength, adjusted his posture, and hugged him, resting his forehead on Bamboo's shoulder.

The two of them just stayed there in silence.

"Milan, you are crying again." Bamboo felt wet on his shoulders.

Milan's posture remained unchanged, shaking his head: "Let me cry for a while."

So Bamboo remained silent, hooked his hands, took the tissue box, pulled out the tissue, and stuffed it into the opponent's hand.

It took Milan a while before he left Bamboo's arms, ran to the bathroom and washed his face.

Come out again, much calmer.

"Banbu, it's our turn to wait for Dad at home this time!" The tone was relaxed.

"Yeah." It's rare that Milan is so happy, and Bamboo can really feel his joy, "Let's go back."

"Leave a message for Dad first—" Milan tidied Bamboo's clothes and prepared to record a video.

Bamboo took the initiative and said, "I'll go get another one." He pointed to the mark on his shoulder, "I was wet from crying just now."

Milan laughed. Although he was older, he shed tears once or twice in front of Bamboo—if they were not related by blood, maybe Bamboo was older?And birthdays may not be real... Forget it, no matter how many things there are, it's more important than anything else for a family to be happy together.

Besides, there is no shame in crying in front of relatives, Bamboo always comforted him, never laughed at him, it was better than enduring it.

The two simply took a shower, tidied up their appearance, and Milan turned on his brain: "Dad, I'm so glad to be in touch with you! Bamboo and I are fine. I'm sorry it took so long to reply to you. We arrived here due to an accident. 'The end of the universe', the current star field is very desolate, and the radiation interference is also very strong, and I have been unable to connect to the star network and the optical brain. I just contacted it today and saw the information of my father in the past few years. It is good that my father is safe. We are now We are on our way home. It is estimated that we will pass the first transition point in about fifteen days. If there is no accident, we will reach Planet K in February. I don’t know when Dad will come back, looking forward to the reunion.”

After Milan finished speaking, it was Bamboo's turn.

Bamboo said, "Dad, I'm fine—we're all fine. I hope you're too." He paused, and after the greeting he should report back. "We're all grown up and physically mature, and we were just comparing us. The essence..." Milan quickly covered his mouth again: "Banbu!"

Bamboo looked at Milan, who was blushing, and asked tentatively, "Why don't you cut this part and record it again?" Since Milan is not allowed to speak, there is a reason not to speak, he has always been very obedient.

"Forget it... Dad will be very happy knowing that we will all grow up." Milan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, I'll change the subject."

"—Wait a minute, wait a moment!" Hercules suddenly appeared, "The signal is not very good, please keep it short!"

"Okay - I... and Milan, we have grown up, we have all turned on the talent value, can we use the star network panorama virtual in the study? So can you tell us the password?" Bamboo's question is always very practical .

"Banbu..." Milan raised his forehead.

"As you said, you can tell dad anything you want to say." Only by contacting Xingwang in a normal way is it convenient for him to openly use Xingwang's knowledge system, isn't it?

"Yes, yes, it makes sense."

Even if the talent value is turned on, more than 700 messages have been read all the way, and Milan is very tired because of his high concentration.

However, the spirit is good.

After successfully sending the video, I feel even better.

So good that he didn't know how to vent, and couldn't fall asleep after rolling around on the bed—Banbu stretched out his hand and wrapped Milan's palm into his own.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Milan apologized in a small voice.

"No noise." Bamboo replied, "I don't sleep well tonight, and I don't have energy tomorrow." And Milan didn't sleep well, so he wasn't in the mood to connect to StarNet to update the data.

"Yes." Milan agreed.

Bamboo added: "There's something important tomorrow."

"Well, you're right." Milan took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath, the watermelon-red human figure in his mind exuded a soft light, "Clear your mind, save your energy, there are important things to do tomorrow..."

——It is not an exaggeration to say that there are important things.

Mina's first video, lasted three months, almost three times a day, Mina was inquiring about their location, and his anxiety was palpable.

Later, because Mina never received a reply, various messages began to be included in Mina's video, and he also began to report his location, hoping to reunite one day.

A year and a half ago, he left a long video message: He received a task and couldn't turn it down, it was mandatory by the Federation, so he couldn't go to them in recent years, and the communication would be affected, but he would always pay attention.

Sure enough, the time of sending letters was not fixed, intermittent, and the longest interval was even three months.The video function is also rarely used.

After Milan was overjoyed, he calmed down, and his reaction was: "Dad has something to hide from us."

Bamboo affirmed Milan's observation and judgment.

"Dad doesn't say that for nothing, so tomorrow we'll catch up on the three-year gap in the news and see what happened."

Demreko wasn't idle while the two of them were flipping through Mina's video feed.

Even, when the two of them were sleeping, Demreko was still soaking up the information on Starnet.

——Very pessimistic.