When the tiny soul looks into the void through the porthole, the void always responds with silence.

On the bridge of Lewis and Clark, silence enveloped the vast majority of people, including Dr. Will.

He is a gentle middle-aged and elderly man with short black hair neatly combed backwards. The uniform of the neatly ironed dark blue cabin also has sharp and straight folds. The wet and melancholy eyes reveal a gray vision. He kept reading reports on the tablet computer, holding a pen in his hand for complicated calculations. The air here is very dry, clean, and also very cold, with the smell of a gray circulation filter. The air is full of sharp and low sounds that are almost imperceptible when the instrument is running. The force generated by the spin presses the crew firmly on the floor of the residential cabin.

Everyone gathered at the round table, Captain Miller, who was sitting opposite Dr. Will, was looking at him, his dark face full of seriousness. As an experienced astronaut, he knew that this mission was unusual, and the person who organized this rescue operation was Dr. Will, who seemed to be out of place with everyone. Even the most lively crew member seemed extremely troubled at this moment.

Captain Miller glanced at the round table, thinking that Dr. Will must give everyone here an answer, a worthy time to spend years on a spaceship that was not technically verified, and an answer to a person who deserves to put down everything on the earth. The middle-aged woman sitting next to Dr. Will was also wearing a space uniform, wearing a grass green jacket, and her clean and short red-brown curly hair was wet and combed backwards. She was holding a tablet computer, and a video was played on the tablet. A boy with short red-brown hair was tightly wrapped, sitting in a trolley, and she was ramming around with her push, laughing loudly. It was her son, a disabled child.

She had no time and no chance to say goodbye to her children far away from Earth and hurriedly embarked on this extremely dangerous and unprecedented journey that extended human footprints to the edge of the solar system. Others on the spacecraft had similar troubles, and the background investigation told Captain Miller a lot of information.

"I must apologize to you again. I'm asking you to board this ship, Dr. Peters." Captain Miller's voice broke the silence, and also made the middle-aged woman raise her head. The latter's eyes reluctantly moved away from the tablet. "This meeting is democratic, and I have told you about the dilemma we are currently facing. After a sleep in the dormant warehouse for more than four months, forty contacts were not responded, and Houston could not give any instructions. Do you have anything to say, Dr. Peters?"

"Whether we can contact the earth now or not, we have to complete this journey," Dr. Peters said. "It took us so long to come here and we must rescue the Event Horizon crew. I believe at least some of them will stay in the dormant tray. The data on the dormant tray are derived from observations of Captain America Steve Rogers, and some are from human freezing tests. At the extreme state, the Event Horizon crew can last for seven years or even longer."

Lieutenant Cooper, the searcher, nodded fiercely, supporting Dr. Peters's view with all his expressions.

The optimistic black guy was not intimidated by the current situation. He believes that being unable to contact the earth at the moment does not mean anything. Regardless of whether the radio signals they sent can reach their destination (referring to the Houston Command Center), they have to stuff their stomachs with unpalatable jelly nutrition cream and vitamin tablets before returning.

"I don't mind sharing those nutrients with Event Horizon," he said with a grin. "If they're all sleeping in the dormant bin, it means there's a lot of food on the Event Horizon. As far as I know, the Event Horizon spacecraft is much bigger than this one, and their food is much better than us. Am I right, Dr. Will?"

Dr. Will looked up at everyone.

"Yes, there are a lot of dehydrated meat and vegetables on the Event Horizon spacecraft that is resistant to preservation. I believe the crew of Event Horizon will be very happy to have a familiar taste after being rescued."

Dr. Will responded in a gentle tone. His identity as the designer of Event Horizon was known to others from the moment he landed on Earth orbit, but Captain Miller knew more. He also knew that Dr. Will was willing to let go of everything on Earth to accept the assignment of this rescue operation, part of the reason why Dr. Will was willing to let go of everything on Earth to accept the assignment of this rescue operation was because there were no humans on Earth that Dr. Will cared about. Dr. Will's wife had passed away, and a man without any concern was exiled to the cold endless void.

"I know, I'll take you all an answer. The reason why the General Administration is willing to find out all the information about the Event Horizon spacecraft is because the Event Horizon is a spacecraft equipped with a space-time engine. It can carry humans to sail at super-light speeds to places we have never set foot before, and that space-time engine is a product that we cannot copy or reverse engineering."

Dr. Will picked up a magazine that had expired for several years, drew out two pages of them overlapping, and then pierced them with a pencil. The Lewis and Clark spacecraft was also designed by him, but Dr. Will only joins it as part of the project, not the chief designer, Dr. Wendy Lawson, the genius woman died in a flight accident in 1989, leaving behind a highly automated space program including Lewis and Clark and Event Horizon, which was completely unattainable at the time of technology and many black boxes for space use.

Dr. Will believes that Dr. Wendy Lawson's wisdom is far above Tony Stark, the world's touted.

After that, Dr. Will continued to work in the Tianma Project. He also met Captain Miller, who was still working in the Tianma Project at that time, and became a partner. At the same time, it was precisely because of the high automation of the Lewis and Clark that the General Administration of Space did not require candidates to have a considerable degree of electronic and mechanical knowledge to select astronauts. Dr. Will's explanation is those astronauts who do not have relevant physics knowledge.

"This is how the Hypertime Engine works. Lewis and Clark, the spacecraft is the product of the same plan as the Event Horizon spacecraft, and is also a black box that cannot be reverse engineered, so the Space Administration can only send us to carry out rescue missions. Except for Lewis and Clark, no ship can arrive at Neptune as quickly as we do. We must recycle the Event Horizon spacecraft and the crew on it. Only by understanding where Event Horizon has been in the past seven years and obtaining experimental data on the Hypertime Engine can we know whether the Hypertime Engine can allow humans to take another step to the universe."

No one except Dr. Peters, Captain Miller and Pilot Smith, had understood Dr. Will.

"I won't go into details about the relationship between gravity and time. I believe you have studied the classic Doppler effect in college and also learned the phenomenon of time expansion. If not, the Houston Command Center must have taught it before departure. Global Positioning System (GPS) is also a continuous experiment of general relativity and special relativity." Dr. Will sighed a little. He showed all the crew members the calculation formulas and calculation steps he wrote on draft paper. "I dare not say that this theory is completely correct. Even the data of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge captured by Dr. Jane Foster in New Mexico cannot completely solve my doubts. I don't know if the crew of the Event Horizon spacecraft will encounter the twin paradox with us, but it is certain that artificial wormholes serve as a tunnel connecting distant space-time when Event

When the Horizon started its super-time engine, the spacecraft was no longer in this universe, and it could not be measured by the time we experienced. In other words, we don’t know how long the Event Horizon crew had lived, maybe it was just a moment for them, and they came seven years later. Is time a sea or a river? Friends, Event Horizon went to a distant place, so is the place they arrived in the past or the future?”

"Let's give up this overly bold assumption first, Will."

Captain Miller stood up, and he couldn't let Dr. Will continue to vent, and those words were really frustrating. Of course, except for Lieutenant Cooper, he had realized that the so-called super-time engine was a time machine, but even Dr. Will was not sure whether the Event Horizon spacecraft was really too much or the future.

"What are you calculating?"

"Before we calculate the answer to our arrival question, will Lieutenant Cooper (Search and Rescue) and Lieutenant Smith (Pilot) starve to death, and whether our oxygen supply will allow some people to smoke in the cabin." Dr. Will stood up and packed the paper on the table. "I'm not as energetic as these two young men, Miller, my old friend." He said, "If you allow it, it's better to have a sleep."

"I'm not as edible as Cooper," complained Lieutenant Smith.

Captain Miller laughed for a long time.

"On the astronomical scale, we are very close to Event Horizon," said the captain. "According to Dr. Will's calculations, our food and circulating freshwater reserves are enough to support our return. The Event Horizon does not carry a sub-light speed engine, so we have another mission to drive Event Horizon back to Earth orbit. We will implement a rationing system on the return to ensure that Event Horizon and Lewis and Clark can return safely. Lieutenant Smith, if the Event Horizon pilot is unfortunately killed, I will need you to fly that spacecraft and return with us. Dr. Will will help you to familiarize you with the Event Horizon driving system."

A four-month voyage does not allow the Punishment to catch up with the Lewis and Clark.

This sky aircraft carrier sailed in silence, and the anti-collision lights on the edge of the hull flashed with red and white lights, like a series of twinkling stars in the void. The ship was once sent by the emperor from a height of 10,000 meters into the underground world, and then with the help of hundreds of temporary rocket propellers, it pushed away tens of thousands of tons of sea water and rushed out of the seabed. It saw the light of day again, and was as brilliant as a giant whale jumping out of the water.

When the sky aircraft carrier returned to the world, it replaced the thicker and tougher gold keel, which extended more than twice the length and width, and could accommodate nearly 10,000 crew members. The highly automated equipment kept the crew at about 6,000, which did not include the commando teams carried in this battle. Most of the space was used as hangars, responsible for carrying a large number of void fighters and transport aircraft. All channels were widened, allowing tall imperial guards to walk in any passage. Constantine walked into the training room. His arrival made a large group of the first secret regiment commando team members who were training stopped their training movements, stopped jumping to help subject training and physical recovery training, and all commando team members would

The eyes were set on the golden-armored demigod who filled the entire sealed pneumatic door, obviously at a loss about the arrival of the Emperor's Guard. Many people even felt nervous - especially the team conducting shooting training. Many people subconsciously put their fingers on the trigger, and then they immediately realized how stupid they were. They could not resist the fear of being deep in the genes, facing more evolutionary and more threatening creatures. Immediately afterwards, a short and powerful command was issued by commanders at all levels. In less than thirty seconds, all the commandos in the entire huge cabin were concentrated in front of Constantine. The gas blown into the ventilation duct from the air circulation machine could not completely dilute the smell of the emitter medicine and sweat in the huge cabin.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sir!" Nich stood in front of Constantine in full arms.

There were obvious traces of automatic repair and a sealed tie on his armor. Obviously, before the arrival of the Imperial Guards, Nich was leading his own team for emergency medical training. This is crucial in void combat. If the space suit is damaged and the automatic repair system of the void combat suit (in fact, it is the dense capillary under the space suit, and the capillary is filled with chemical colloids of different components, operated by an extremely small pump body, which can quickly solidify after the capillary is damaged) cannot be repaired, emergency medical training becomes the key to protecting the soldiers' survival.

During the long voyage of more than two months, these soldiers were trained day after day.

Although these soldiers had boarded the Sky Sword Space Station, the space station in orbit was a different concept from sailing far away from the earth. Here, soldiers could not see the earth or the moon with their naked eyes. Looking out from the porthole, there were only barren planets and the dark void. All the stars were so far away, and the cold glory could not warm the skin. The medical department formulated a lengthy plan before setting off, from supplements needed for physical training and maintaining health, to various medical drugs and psychotropic drugs that relax the mortal crew. Constantine always believed that a weak mind was an insurmountable barrier for mortals, but he could not explain why these soldiers voluntarily boarded the Punishment, just as they were on another sky carrier to greet the emperor and fired artillery fire at the giant beasts in the void.

The commander of the Imperial Guard was curious whether the minds of these ordinary soldiers were tenacious enough.

"I'm just here to inform you that the medical department has sent a new list of drugs."

"Sir, you should not inform you of this kind of thing." Nich saluted and took the document.

"The Imperial Guards are responsible for patrols, and I just sent them along the way to improve efficiency." The Imperial Guards concealed their curiosity with a small lie. To be precise, he didn't even realize his curiosity, because psychological adjustments made him no longer have the emotions of ordinary humans. This strange feeling was like rough sand rolling on the tip of his tongue, which was difficult to swallow. "In addition, the Imperial Guards prepared a proportional training room in the Event Horizon cabin, and all commandos must participate in the exercise."

"I know, it's the scene where we put it in a cargo box." Nich shrugged, "You don't know about this?"

"I didn't look at the files, I thought it was built by a machine servant."
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