In a conference room in the Aerospace Center of the Airanhill Empire, several men in crisp clothes were discussing the plan to immigrate to Mayne.
One of the men shook his head and said: "The expansion speed is still too slow... If we insist on going step by step at this time, then our time will be wasted on unimportant details."
According to the plan he provided before, they should have sent the first batch of humans to Mayne to explore as early as last month.
However, due to safety concerns and issues, this plan has been shelved until today.
Another technical representative shook his head and said: "However, if the precious astronauts are used up at this time, we will soon not have a sufficient number of qualified astronauts."
Although there is a magic ball of knowledge, it is not easy to train a qualified astronaut. Each of these astronauts is precious.
"Yes, astronauts are our most precious resource now." Another man nodded in agreement and said.
"There is no way. The military now needs astronauts to expand the space fleet. A large number of astronauts are needed on the star ring... They are also needed on the spacecraft, and they are also needed on the transport spacecraft... We need too many astronauts.
"A man with a NASA logo on his chest added.
He is a senior official in charge of the space agency, so he naturally knows that astronauts are now hot spots that are being competed for in many ways.
The newly established Space Force needs a large number of astronauts, and if possible, they are not even willing to let go of any qualified astronaut they have trained.
Sadly, on the civilian side, there are still more than 1,100 astronaut vacancies for the Airan Siris Ring alone.
There is no way, because training an astronaut is a very difficult thing. It not only requires physical hardship, but also cultivates various knowledge of these astronauts.
These are all time-consuming things. What the Lovely Landhill Empire lacks most is time.
In desperation, many astronauts are simply trained technical workers. They may not know anything except the work they do.
The result is that the astronauts of Alan Hill, who are supposed to be all-powerful, are actually employees in some positions - they can only cope with their own work and know nothing about the work of others.
If no accident occurs, these reduced-scale astronauts with shortened training time can still cope with it. If an accident occurs, they will have no choice but to wait for death.
"But we can send those ordinary people with little experience to Mayne..." the first official to speak said, spreading his hands.
In his eyes, as long as those precious astronauts are not lost, it is a better method.
"Anyway, when they get to the place, they don't need any aerospace experience. They just need to... live there." Another official also agreed with this method: "We have successfully sent all animals to that planet.
, wouldn’t it be more difficult to give it away?”
In short, from a technical point of view, sending living people to the planet Mayne is not a particularly dangerous thing.
"Isn't the air index there very close to Airan Siris?" an official asked his colleagues.
The colleague heard the question, nodded and said, "Yes! The testing equipment showed that the transformation of the Tree of Life was very successful, and the ecological environment there is very close to Ailan Siris."
"I don't think so. The only difficulty is how do we recruit these lunatics who are willing to go to the new planet." The first man to speak concluded.
"Madmen? Do you think they are madmen? I think they are warriors!" The old man at the head finally spoke at this time. He glanced sideways at the man next to him who spoke first and scolded him coldly.
"I'm sorry! It's my subordinate Meng Lang." The man immediately lowered his head and corrected his tone.
"In fact, we have many people who are willing to immigrate, but there are not many people who are willing to immigrate in the first batch." The old man said slowly: "As long as you have the first time, the subsequent things will be much easier."
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"I am willing to participate in the first space immigration." A thin man stood in front of the officials at the recruitment office.
"Jerry...he is a farmer who has been living in the Arrant District. He is the youngest son of the family." Sliding the tablet, a young official among the reception staff looked at his chief officer and introduced him softly.
"Jerry... the information shows that you don't have any special skills except farming." Looking at the slightly thin young man in front of him, the official from the recruitment office frowned slightly and said.
"Sir, it says no skills are required..." Jerry took a recruitment brochure and said carefully.
He has been taught since he was a child that officials are adults and powerful people who should be respected as much as possible. At that time, his parents had to kneel before officials.
He went to school for three years, it was a newly established school, and he learned some words and some principles. However, he still maintained an instinctive awe for these adults who were officials.
"Son, this is a very dangerous choice. Your family..." the recruitment official advised.
The young man did not flinch at all, but became more determined: "My family supports my choice. They are proud of me."
"That's not what you said... I want to know your family's wishes for sure." The recruitment officer sighed depressingly.
He was assigned here to perform this task, but he felt that this task was a joke. He had to communicate with the people who signed up, and he had to ensure that his personal wishes were fully followed. How could there be so many lunatics signing up?
But as he sat here all morning, there were several young people who came to sign up. He even met two girls who volunteered to go to Mayne. You know, this kind of thing is more dangerous and more difficult for girls.
precious.
"Okay, okay, I understand." Putting down the phone, the recruitment officer looked at the young man again: "Your parents confirmed it at the town's certification hall... They did agree to you going to Mayne...
"
"So, can I ask you? What gave you the courage to go to such a distant planet?" the recruiter asked.
This young man, who only knew how to farm in the first half of his life, smiled shyly: "This country has allowed me to survive natural disasters and diseases until today, and it has also allowed me to live better and better... So I feel,
I should do something for this country."
"Look, I don't know anything... The most valuable thing is probably this life. So here I am, just like this..." He lowered his head and didn't even dare to look when he said this.
The eyes of a recruiter.
The recruitment officer hung up the phone receiver in his hand, walked back to his desk, and looked down at the report on the desk.
Jerry, a farmer, is 19 years old, has been in education for 3 years, and has no expertise...
"You may have some special skills, kid." The recruiter's tone was as gentle as possible: "It's just that no one has discovered it before... You have courage, which is the most rare quality for a person."
As he spoke, he bent down and signed his name solemnly on the registration form: "I hope you have a smooth journey... a safe journey."
