Within sight is a crimson planet. An atmosphere like a light yellow mist enveloped it, flowing slowly, like the outer flame of a flame.
Color is indeed connected with perception. If the blue of the earth reminds people of gentleness and gentleness, then this red planet reminds people of violent and cruel.
The broadcast in the whole cabin steadily introduced the general situation of the planet, and the tone was the same as the broadcast of the surface temperature and wind force on the earth before the plane landed.
"Average pressure on the target planet: 35.2 millibars, average wind speed: 5.6 m/s, magnetic field strength: 80% of the Earth's magnetic field, soil composition..."
There may be Lucia's voice among them.
"Start slowing down."
"3D topographic maps are being generated."
"Finding the best hover point."
—After these days of trials, Lucia's ability has been widely recognized, and she has replaced the previous semi-automatic navigation system, taking over the navigation of the entire "Voyager".
"TKM-IV is red, which element is it?"
Ling Yi held his head and looked out the porthole, recalling the chemical knowledge he had stuffed into his head these days: "... Iron?"
Rings continued, "Which compound?"
Ling Yi thought in distress, his elbow slowly slipped to one side, and he was about to fall down.
Lin Si said lightly: "Sit down."
Ling Yisheng sat down with nothing to love, but couldn't think of an answer, so he casually mentioned a compound he knew: "Iron oxide."
— These days, Lin Si often asks a question coldly to test his learning results, and because this person's knowledge level is too high, it is almost impossible for Ling Yi to get away with it.
Lin Si hooked his lips: "Explain the reason?"
Ling Yiping pursed his lips, sat on Lin Si's lap, kicked his straight and beautiful calves a few times, put his arms around Lin Si's neck, and whispered: "I don't know..."
The thumping force of the little thing on others may be equivalent to beating, but once it is facing Lin Si, it is as harmless as a kitten without claws. Lin Si held him down and said: "Red is red iron The color of the ore, iron oxide is the main component of hematite. The iron content of this planet is 25%, it is iron-rich soil, but the production of iron oxide also requires an oxidizing agent.”
He looked at Ling Yi: "Do you understand now?"
Ling nodded.
Lins continued: "Theoretically, there are two possibilities for TKM-IV to be rich in iron oxide... Well, the first is anaerobic organisms, and the second is that the star's ultraviolet radiation directly splits water, the gravity is too small, and the hydrogen escapes , leaving oxygen. The first means that life and water exist on this planet, and the second means that water exists on the planet, but the activity of the star it belongs to is unstable."
"Then which one is better?" Ling Yi looked at the red planet which was close at hand.
"The second one." Lin Sidao, "The laws of mathematics and physics are universal in the entire universe, and chemistry is universal under certain conditions, so we can predict any form of star activity. But the structure of life is too complicated. If this If there is life on a planet, there must be infectious diseases. In the Age of Discovery, the viruses and bacteria carried by European colonists killed 70% of the Indians. The two races are only separated by an ocean, and we and TKM-IV is a million light-years away."
Lin Si cherishes words like gold on weekdays, and only speaks more when explaining knowledge. His explanations are often very clear and specific, making it easy for people to understand what he wants to express.
Ling Yi leaned against Lin Si's chest, looking out the window in a daze.
In front is the crimson planet, and behind it is the vast, deep, but cold and ruthless sea of stars. Among the billions of stars, none of them can give birth to life, and if life is born, it will be another level of danger.
He was not old enough for him to express his feelings accurately, but he could already understand how insignificant this huge spaceship and the lives it carried were on the scale of the entire universe, and any accident could destroy it.
And Lin Si looked at Ling Yi and thought, if a child of this age lived on the earth in a peaceful age, he should accept everyone's love for granted, grow up carefree, and have young friendship and love. But after all, he was not born in that era—everyone wishes to be born two hundred years earlier and live in the twentieth, twenty-first, or twenty-second century like a fairy tale.
The long-distance voyage is lonely and treacherous, and the people on the spaceship live in anxiety about the future every day, so even though the spaceship has extremely strict control over the personnel, positions are still arranged for the psychiatrist. And if you want a child to grow up normally, you have to make greater efforts, not only to let him know the cruelty of the facts, but also to let him have hope for the future.
After a while, Ling Yi really said sullenly: "Lin Si, aren't you afraid?"
"Everyone is afraid, but civilization needs to continue. We want to reproduce the most prosperous hometown on a planet in the future," Lin Si held Ling Yi's hand, "We all love our mother Star, so although afraid, still full of hope."
The sound of music came faintly from the next room. It was the second movement of Descha Walker's "From the New World". This piece of music was once adapted into a ballad and named "Remembering Hometown".
The chord sound is low and sad, but in this rich sadness, there is another kind of gentle power spreading and winding.
Ling Yi seemed to understand but not understand.
Bi Di didn't know when she came, and after listening for a long time, she walked over on high heels and said with a smile: "It's really an affectionate confession, so I often say that everyone doesn't know much about Lin—although he is very Indifferent, but actually a gentle person."
She stirred the coffee in the cup, sat opposite Lin Si, shrugged: "But I don't like it, he always wants to cultivate lilies on the asphalt road, I can't agree with that."
"Biddie is a pessimist," Lindsay said. "She believes that at least in our lifetime, we will not see the day when civilization will flourish again, and only gratification is the most important thing."
"Then what are you after?" Ling Yi asked Bi Di, tilting his head.
"Finish my work, and then..." Biddy pushed her wavy blonde hair back to her shoulders, blinked her charming green eyes, "satisfy my own appetite and sex to the maximum."
"Bidey," Lin Si said with slight dissatisfaction in his voice, "you will teach bad children."
"Don't worry," Bidi said with a smile: "There is a little angel living in Lingling's body, he will not turn bad no matter what."
After a few chats, Beddy finally brought up the topic: "Lin, the two hundred people in our 'limitless' are really about to suffer from mental illness in the spaceship, they frantically submitted applications, and finally received the advance spaceship to go to TKM -IV Pathfinding mission, do you want to take the little angel with you?"
Lin Si asked Ling Yi, "Want to go?"
Ling was very curious about the land and nodded excitedly.
Bi Di nodded: "Then I will fill in the materials now."
The French girl left. She had a graceful figure and graceful steps, as if she was not walking in the corridor made of silver and white machinery, but on the boulevard of Fontainebleau.
But Ling Yi hasn't learned to appreciate this kind of beauty, he commented on Lin Si's words before concentrating on her. He also felt that Lin Si was actually a very good person-but he was indeed very cold in life. The vague note made him very uneasy about Lins' past, but Lins said that he was one of the hopeful people, which was very contradictory, like a difficult puzzle.
He asked Lins: "Do you love the earth very much?"
Lince: "Yeah."
Ling has no memory of the earth, so he has no feelings. He can only compare the feelings of the people on the spaceship to the earth to his own feelings for Lin Si.
If one day I left Lins, I would definitely feel helpless.
He rubbed Lin Si's neck affectionately, and said in a serious tone, "I love Lin Si very much, too."
Lin Si's wrist is wrapped around Ling Yi's waist, and the heat from the warm skin is transmitted through a thin layer of clothing, and rises and falls with breathing, often bringing a wonderful feeling - he is holding a The little thing that is growing up and clinging to itself is like touching life itself.