Robert is very happy. He has just graduated from college. As a technical geek who aspires to the stars and the sea, he is developing an independent rocket simulation game. In his vision, players can design their own rockets, launch rockets into the sky, and explore
Every planet in the solar system.
Robert's studio is very small, with only him and his girlfriend, who is responsible for art work. The two rent a basement in New York, which is dirty and damp. They rely on the two of them to accept outsourcing services online, and barely make ends meet.
To maintain this modest life.
But recently, the situation has changed. Robert released a simple demo online a month ago, and soon, a well-known investment company came to him and invested an exaggerated amount of money in him.
The two were able to move out of the dark basement and rent a single room in the adjacent office building.
"Why do you want to invest such a large amount of money in me?" Robert once asked the Asian investor who came to him: "Even if this game sells well, it is not worth so much money."
"The interest of rich people," the Asian investor was a woman in her twenties with outstanding appearance. She pushed up her sunglasses and said nonchalantly: "You will know later."
Erwin is also very happy. He has just graduated with a doctorate and is working as an assistant researcher at NASA. This is a job that everyone loves, but the salary offered by NASA is not high.
After the end of the Cold War, the funds given to NASA by the United States, which is no longer competing for space hegemony, have declined year by year, forcing those high-level officials to do miserably every day in order to extract a pitiful amount of funds from Congress.
To be honest, if it hadn't been for his dream of the stars and the sea, Erwin wouldn't have wanted to come to this place at all. He still had many loans that he had not repaid, and he had just left school, and his life was really difficult.
But soon, an opportunity came to his door. An Asian woman came to him and took out a paper he published when he was a doctoral student.
"Mr. Erwin, we are in need of people like you," the Asian woman said, slapping the printed paper in her hand: "The moon landing plan described in your paper is very interesting. Are you interested in working on one of our projects?"
A scientific advisor."
Erwin looked at the paper given to the woman. It was a paper on the moon landing that he published during his PhD. In it, he optimized the trajectory of the previous moon landing and shortened the time from launch to moon landing to ten years.
About five days saved a lot of time in adjusting the track.
"I have to tell you, madam," Erwin looked a little embarrassed, but the temperament of the science and engineering man still made him unable to bear to hide it: "There is no problem with the results of this paper, but no aircraft can achieve its preset expectations.
Speed, and believe me, this landing method will make astronauts die in the lunar module."
Yes, this paper was written by Erwin in order to pursue the number of papers on hydrology. Its conclusions and processes are correct, but with the current technology, it is completely impossible to achieve. All instruments will be in the final landing stage.
Smashed into a pile of scrap metal, this technology is of no use unless you go all the way to the moon to throw garbage.
The woman in front of him didn't care and offered him a contract with an annual salary twice as high as before. Erwin wanted to refuse loudly, but the offer was too much.
So after a lot of trouble, Erwin joined Robert's game studio and became a scientific consultant for a rocket simulation game that was still in production, responsible for the parameters and orbit of the aircraft in the game.
Su Enxi was very happy. Although she didn't know why her boss asked her to design a moon landing plan, in modern society, there are few things that money can't do.
Take some money from next month's budget, find a frustrated game producer, and put money into an indie game that's unlikely to succeed.
Then find a Ph.D. in astrophysics who needs to repay the loan every month, give him a high-priced contract, and recruit him as a scientific consultant.
So without attracting attention, Su Enxi had an excellent astrophysicist and a reason to ask him for advice without any scruples.
Because of the game, Erwin didn't pay any attention to the various strange questions raised by Su Enxi, such as how fast it would take to send a human-shaped object to the back of the moon.
Under Su Enxi's money offensive, Erwin tried his best to design a suitable moon landing plan for the other party, and perfectly completed the task given by his boss.
Now, she and Mai Shutoku were sailing on the sea in a boat, watching the beautiful aurora and enjoying the good time after completing the mission.
Ander was very unhappy now. He had doubled his meal tonight, which put a lot of burden on the canteen chef.
He had just received news from China that the operation in Bronze City was generally successful. The only problem was that Constantine was not found.
Thinking of what Zero said before and the strange actions of Samson, he understood that Constantine was probably going to the moon.
"Flying to the moon with a body, why is there such a monster in this world?" Ander sighed. As a good dragon, he was prepared to make several other people unhappy as well.
After opening the academy's teleportation array, they came to the base on the moon. In one of the wards, Lu Mingfei and Old Tang were chatting.
The situation of the two of them was much better than before. For some reasons, at Old Tang's request, the two of them were finally placed in bed together, so that the Secret Party could better observe Old Tang when communicating with others.
mental state.
Now Lu Mingfei looks like a wrinkled potato, with newly grown hair growing sparsely on his scalp. He is still in the recovery stage. He is holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, shaking uncontrollably, trying to
Write something on the paper.
Old Tang was lying on the bed, talking for a while. When Ander opened the door and came in, the two of them were talking about Lu Mingfei's parents.
"Uncle De, you're here." Lu Mingfei raised his head, as if he wanted to smile, but because of his skin that was still regenerating, he looked a little ferocious.
"Write a letter to your parents?" Ander looked at the flying handwriting on the paper and barely recognized the meaning: "Wouldn't it be better to just record a video?"
"I'm afraid of scaring them." Lu Mingfei smiled awkwardly. Now he looked similar to the perverted murderer in the movie. His parents had to worry when they saw him like this.
"I'll write it for you later." Ander took the letter paper from the table and looked at Old Tang who was still lying on the bed: "Ronald, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?
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"Bad news," Old Tang turned around and said nonchalantly: "It won't be worse anyway."
"The bad news is that your brother is here to find you," Ander shrugged, "but the good news is that the distance between you is quite far, and it will take him about two weeks to arrive."