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

Perhaps because he had been staring at Proxima Centauri for too long, Atokara's three pairs of narrow visual organs were full of doubts and confusion.

In his memory, the door was only opened once.

That was the first time he entered the room.

A slight sound of footsteps sounded.

Atoka turned his head and looked.

When he saw the Proxima Century in black, a thin pimple suddenly appeared on the top of his thinking organ.

Black clothes!

That's the one that Lyle can wear!

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

He is also the most noble group of people.

Without time to think too much, he quickly stood up from the chair, raised his forelimbs, and placed it on top of the thinking organ.

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

This is the way to show respect in Proxima Centar civilization.

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

His thinking organ showed a look of disgust without any concealment.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lyle roared at Atoka in front of him in a very sharp tone.

Atoka trembled slightly, and he crouched down a little lower.

“Yes…yes!”

"Sir Lair, please come here. When I was observing the main star some time ago..."

Lyle unceremoniously pulled Atoka aside with his thick forelimbs.

"Okay, get out of here!"

"I can see it myself!"

Atoka, who stayed in this room for a long time, lacked exercise, and his muscle strength was naturally not as strong as Lyle in front of him.

The moment Lyle's forelimbs met him, Atoka only felt a lighter.

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

Atoka dared not show any dissatisfaction.

The reason is very simple.

In Lyle's eyes, all Atoka's lives combined can't even compare to the black clothes he had on.

Once Atoka gets angry, Lyle has the right to execute him directly.

As for whom he will take over his mission...

The incubation center will naturally incubate new atoka with corresponding germ cells.

Lyle glanced at Atoka who was limping on the ground with disdain.

"I've really gained some knowledge..."

"Ataka can even use an optical telescope to observe the starry sky."

"Ha...can you understand?"

Faced with Lyle's ridicule, Atoka did not respond.

Lyle turned his head with a bored look on his face and looked at the instrument in front of him again.

He carefully stretched out a little nail on his forelimbs and gently tapped several buttons on the instrument.

It seemed as if something dirty was stained on the instrument in front of me.

When he saw the dark object on the screen, his three pairs of visual organs instantly narrowed.

"hiss……"

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

a long time.

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

An angry shout rang out in the room.

Atoka, who was thrown aside, kept his original posture of lying on the ground in a trembling manner and replied softly: "Sir Lyle, this is the lowest-end optical telescope, I..."

"Shut up!" Lyle shouted angrily, "You disturbed my thoughts!"

Atoka's body trembled slightly, and she lay on the ground again and pretended to be a dead body.

He quietly reached out to cover the top of his thinking organ in case he revealed some of his inner thoughts.

“…I’m going to take this telescope away!”

Lyle angrily knocked the monitor in front of him with his forelimbs and continued to say 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 removed and moved out of the room together with the observation instruments beside it.

Then, Lyle, wearing black clothes, spread his legs and stepped over Atoka's head and walked out of this slightly dirty room.

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

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

Take his freedom away for the first time.

Take away his dignity for the second time.

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

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

He was angry, unwilling, and desperate.

Countless negative emotions rose in his thinking organs.

Oh, Proxima civilization.

The total population is only 100 million, the class differentiation is extremely obvious, and the ideas are solidified...

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

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

Looking at the instruments in front of him that had not been changed for hundreds of years, layers of folds appeared on the skin on the top of the thinking organ.

...

A few days later.

Atoka looked at the instrument button in front of him and fell into deep thought.

This is the last button to send a message to the solar system.

Although he did not know what the instruments worked, this did not prevent him from making changes to the contents of the sent files.

He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

But judging from my experience for most of my life, this decision should be correct.

He hesitated for a moment and pressed the button in front of him vigorously.

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

After several months, Proxima Centauri once again sent a signal to the solar system!

Looking at the white light flashing with warning and danger in front of him, Atoka breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the chair with relief.

He knows his ending.

Next, his life will end with a perfect end in front of 100 million Proxima Centuries.

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

I hope the solar system civilization can receive its own news...

(To avoid misunderstandings, let me explain that the timeline here was four years ago, a few months after Proxima Centauri sent the first message to the solar system.)

...

Earth.

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

Lu Yongchang looked at the dense clouds outside the window and the huge lightning that kept appearing, and his eyes were filled with worries.

There is not much time left for scientific 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 this bad weather.

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

"Including the time spent on our trip to Mars, we can prepare to set off."
Chapter completed!