After being angry all night, Mark finally gave in. Otherwise, what else could he do? He was trapped tens of millions of kilometers away from the earth. If he didn't bow to NASA, he would never be able to go back.
Russians? Damn the Russians. Even those Slavs have to carry a bottle of vodka with them into space. Whether they can drive a spacecraft to Mars is a problem. Moreover, the polar bears are so poor now that they can hardly afford to eat.
Where is the money left to invest in The Martian?
After contacting Houston again, Mark put forward his own suggestion, hoping that NASA could send a rescue team as soon as possible. Houston naturally agreed and asked Mark to ignore the Russians' contact request. Mark also agreed and then asked
When can the spaceship depart?
At this moment, Houston began to hesitate, "We are working on a plan and will send a rescue spacecraft as soon as possible." An hour later, a reply was uploaded back from Mars, "When is the soonest possible time? One month? One year?"
?Or ten years?”
Under the huge screen, the NASA staff turned around and asked: "Mark asked us when we can send out a rescue spacecraft."
"Damn it! I saw it, you don't need to remind me!" The official wearing glasses asked the general next to him: "How should we answer? The White House hasn't sent the money yet!"
The general glanced at the official and said coldly: "What do you know? That's 40 billion U.S. dollars, and it needs approval from Congress!"
"I know that Congressional approval is needed, but now I have to give Mark an answer, otherwise, he will fall to the Chinese!" the official said loudly: "The Russian and Chinese spacecraft will be launched in another year.
, our spaceship hasn’t even seen a shadow yet!”
"Just tell him that we will launch the spacecraft within a year, and he only needs to wait two more years before he can embark on his journey home."
"One year? Interstellar travel is not that simple. There are many things that need to be prepared. Even if the money is transferred now, it may not be possible to launch within a year!"
The general snorted and said: "What the Chinese and Russians can do, why can't we do it?"
"this.........."
The official wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "How about we borrow the Chinese spacecraft? As long as they hand over the data and control of the spacecraft to us, we can take them to Mars with us."
The general thought for a while, nodded, and said, "This is a good idea. I will report it to the White House."
Not to mention how people on earth are scheming and scheming, Chen Cheng's stay on Mars is quite interesting. Although the scope of his usual activities is very narrow, he brought a lot of books, enough to read for a long time. And there are not a lot of them.
Tools and materials? It may be a little difficult to knock the gundam by hand, but turning beads is no problem at all.
Moreover, after having that strange dream, Chen Cheng felt that his whole person began to become strange. He would often hear some strange sounds, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything. This made him
I feel that Mars is indeed a bit evil place.
After connecting the first functional module, Chen Chengyou and Mark worked together to connect the other spaceships and base wreckage. This thing sounds a bit difficult, but it is not that difficult. He took care of the transportation alone.
For things like moving, all that's left is to use materials to connect the various functional compartments, which is no different from patching a tire on a bicycle.
At least, in Chen Cheng's opinion, it's as simple as that.
Chen Cheng felt that his power was gradually getting stronger and his senses became sharper, and he could even predict the coming of the Mars storm in advance. Similarly, Mark also experienced similar changes, with stronger strength and better physique.
The speed was faster. Then, strong winds swept over half of Mars.
Even though they had made a lot of preparations in advance and were mentally prepared for it, when the strong wind came, they could do nothing but squat in the base and wait. Most of the flying sand and rocks were covered by the wind called "Yori"
The battleship "Tonghui" blocked it, but a lot of rocks still hit the base, and the sound of "dong dong dong" was scary.
All the equipment outside that could be brought in had been brought in, and many of the equipment that could not be brought in had been blown away by the strong wind. Hearing the sound outside, Mark's face turned pale. With a strong wind of level 14, it was possible.
The entire base was overturned. He looked at Chen Cheng. He still had a cup of tea and a book, and he looked extremely leisurely.
"Chen, what are you looking at?"
""Historical Records"......"
"Boom!" "Crack!"
It seemed that something outside had been blown away, and Mark's face turned a little paler. He couldn't help but kneel down and muttered to Chen Cheng, "Lord, please forgive my sins...
....”
Balabala, he recited a long prayer, and after finishing it, he asked: "Chen, will we be fine?"
"Well, I'm definitely fine, so you can be sure."
"I've prayed so sincerely, why not?"
"This is not a question of whether it can be done or not," Chen Cheng put down the "Historical Records" and said, "I told you, I am not a god. Your destiny is only in your own hands. Everything we can do has been done before.
Okay, now just wait for the results quietly."
"is that so?"
Mark pondered for a while, and then began to close his eyes and pray to Chen Cheng. The wind outside kept ringing, mixed with various crackling sounds. Chen Cheng was about to continue reading, but he put the book on the table.
. He was surprised to see a faint light glowing on Mark's body. In the dim environment, this light was so eye-catching that people couldn't ignore it even if they wanted to.
"What is this? Can you make yourself shine just by praying? Or does the qigong you taught him before work?" Chen Cheng felt very curious, "Hey, Mark!"
Mark, who was mumbling something, opened his eyes and looked at Chen Cheng, his eyes no longer confused and panicked, "God...ah, Chen, what can I do to you?"
Chen Cheng pointed to the light on his body and asked, "Where did this come from?"
"How did it come about?" Mark was confused for a while, and then changed to a look of surprise, "I knew, Chen, you are God!"
"Yes, I am electricity, I am light, I am the only myth!" Chen Cheng asked: "How did you get here?"
"Isn't it just praying devoutly? Chen, let me tell you, I often went to church when I was a child, and it was in the woods behind the church!"
Chen Cheng didn't care about a grown man's first question and asked: "How did you feel just now?"
"How did you feel just now? I felt like I saw a huge sun. I knew it was you, right?"
The two talked carefully about Mark and his god. Chen Cheng felt that the sun might have something to do with him, but how could he become a god? This is unscientific!
"In addition to shining, do you have any other abilities?"
Mark thought for a while and said, "And this!"
He waved his hand, and the water glass on the table moved, and then fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
"Oh, moving objects with your mind is a standard feature of superpowers." Chen Cheng asked: "What about the laser eyes? What about teleportation? What about the portal?"
Mark smiled awkwardly and said, "I can't even do what you're talking about."
The storm that swept across Mars finally ended. Half of the originally connected cabins were blown away, and some of the rest were torn apart by strong winds. Chen Cheng and Mark started the activity of "repairing tires" again. In their spare time,
At that time, Chen Cheng became impatient with Mark's entanglement, so he told him about the "Empire Truth".
Although he doesn't like the fanatical believers of the Truth Religion very much, it is undeniable that the Truth Religion has come up with many remarkable things and has weaved a set of self-consistent principles, which is the "Canon" of the Truth Religion. Mark
After hearing this, I felt like I had found a treasure and asked more questions.
Chen Cheng took out books. No matter what kind of books they were, as long as they had some truth, he collected some. Mark looked at the Chinese characters on the books and fell into deep thought. Regarding this ability to conjure things out of thin air, Mark
I have become accustomed to it and think this is a manifestation of a miracle.
After getting the "Canon", Mark finally stopped for a while. After work, he was either busy communicating with the earth or studying hard with the "Canon". He didn't seem to speak Chinese, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
What truth can be understood from those square characters?
On this day, he was in contact with the NASA Center in Houston again, "What? You want to talk to God? Why?"
Why? Where is there why?
Under the huge screen, the official shouted: "What's the use of this? It's all his imagination, and he's not answering it himself?"
The general didn't say anything, but a lieutenant colonel beside him couldn't help but cursed: "Idiot!"
"You dare to scold me?" The official's face turned red with anger, "I am the director of NASA, and you actually dare to scold me?"
The general glanced at his subordinates and scolded: "How could you do this?"
The official snorted, his face brightened slightly, and then he heard the general continue: "Don't you know that leaking state secrets is a serious crime?"
"You? Humph!"
Half an hour later, Mark turned around and said, "Chen, someone from Houston wants to talk to you."
Chen Cheng put down the book in his hand and asked: "Why?"
Because the sound needs to be converted into dots, dashes, and horizontal signals to be sent out, you have to say it twice when you speak to avoid signal loss. Mark also holds a pencil and writes down the received signals to avoid too much noise.
It blocks out really useful information.
As long as the weather permits, he will contact the earth every three days.
Mark said: "I also asked this question. They want to know how you, a Chinese, appeared in the national property of the United States."
Chen Cheng smiled and said: "Is this important?"
Mark shrugged: "People over there in Houston think it's important."
