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

Perhaps because he had stared at the image of Proxima Centauri for too long, Atoka's three pairs of narrow visual organs were full of doubts and confusion.

In his memory, this door had only been opened once.

That was when he first entered this room.

Slight footsteps sounded.

Atoka turned around and looked.

When he saw the Proxima Centauri man in black clothes, a small knot instantly appeared on the top of his thinking organ.

Black!

That's something only Lyle can wear!

The so-called Lyle is the prophet and scientist predicted by the Proxima Centauri civilization.

They are also a group of people with the highest status.

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

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

This is the Proxima Centauri civilization's way of showing respect.

"Dear Lord Lyle, you..."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The Proxima Centauri man looked at the slightly depressing environment around him, and his three pairs of eyes suddenly narrowed.

There was an unabashed look of disgust on his thinking organ.

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

Atoka's body trembled slightly and he crouched down a little lower.

"Yes...yes!"

"Lord Lyle, please come and see here. When I was observing the main star some time ago..."

Lyle used his thick forelimbs to pull Atoka aside unceremoniously.

"Okay, get out of the way!"

"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 that of Lyle in front of him.

The moment Lyle's forelimb touched him, Atoka only felt light.

The world was spinning for a while, and he was thrown to the ground next to him like a garbage bag.

Atoka did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

The reason is simple.

In Lyle's eyes, all Atoka's lives combined were not even comparable to the black clothes he was wearing.

Once Atoka angers him, Lyle has the right to kill him directly.

As for who to take over his task...

The incubation center will naturally hatch new Atoka with the corresponding germ cells.

Lyle glanced at Atoka, who was lying limply on the ground, with disdain.

"I really gained a lot of experience..."

"A mere Atoka can actually use an optical telescope to observe the stars."

"Heh... do you understand?"

Faced with Lyle's ridicule, Atoka did not issue any response.

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

He carefully stretched out a fingernail on his forelimb and tapped a few keys on the instrument.

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

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 impact in front of him.

a long time.

"Damn, why is this picture so blurry!"

An angry shout rang out in the room.

Atoka, who was thrown aside, tremblingly maintained his original position on the ground and responded softly: "Sir Lyle, this is the lowest-end optical telescope. I..."

"Shut up!" Lyle shouted angrily, "You're disturbing my train of thought!"

Atoka's body trembled slightly, and he fell on the ground again and pretended to be dead.

He quietly reached out and covered the top of his thinking organ to prevent it from revealing his inner thoughts.

"...I want to take this telescope away!"

Lyle angrily knocked the monitor in front of him with his forelimb and continued to speak in a sharp voice.

Without waiting for Atoka's response, Lyle pressed a button on his watch.

The next moment, the door opened again.

Several strong Proxima people broke into Atoka's "territory".

Under Atoka's gaze, the optical telescope was forcibly dismantled and moved out of the room along with the observation instruments on the side.

Then, Lyle, who was dressed in black, opened his legs, crossed Atoka's head, and walked out of the slightly messy room.

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

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

Taking away his freedom for the first time.

The second time took away his dignity.

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

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

He was angry, unwilling and desperate.

Countless negative emotions surged in his thinking organ.

Oh, Proxima Centauri civilization.

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

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

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

He looked at the instruments in front of him that had not changed in style for hundreds of years, and layers of wrinkles appeared on the skin on the top of his thinking organ.

…

A few days later.

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

This was the key that last sent a message to the solar system.

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

He doesn't know whether his decision is right or wrong.

But judging from my experience for most of my life, this decision should be the right one.

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

An electromagnetic wave rushes towards the signal amplifier in the synchronous orbit at the speed of light.

After a few months, Proxima b sent a signal to the solar system again!

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

He knows his end.

Next, his life will come to a successful end in front of 100 million Proxima Centauri people.

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

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

(To avoid misunderstanding, the timeline here is four years ago, a few months after Proxima Centauri sent its first message to the solar system.)

…

Earth.

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

Lu Yongchang looked at the thick clouds outside the window and the huge lightning that kept appearing, with a bit of worry in his eyes.

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 the final stage of construction and is expected to be completed in about a month."

"Including the time it takes to get to Mars, we are ready to go."
Chapter completed!