God once stared at this sea of stars, where he slept and woke up again. —Ester, "Never Land"
This black cedar forest has been lingering for several days, the needles are withered and hang down in dejection, but miraculously, there is no sour and bitter taste of decayed wood.
The woody fragrance that lingers in the forest for a long time still floats quietly, hiding twenty-five single-person frozen capsules in the depths of the pine forest.
The frozen capsules were arranged in a neat square, and the sealed glass cover was covered with frost.
One of the alarm sounds was alarmingly sharp, piercing the silence of the deep forest:
"Insufficient energy, malfunctioning."
"WARNING: Frozen capsules are about to stop working, please recharge within five seconds."
"Countdown: 5."
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"No new energy detected, frozen capsule off-"
Before the word "closed" was finished, the unwavering electronic sound had come to an abrupt end.
puff-
The sound of the metal chassis shutting down sounded like a leak, and the frost on the glass cover faded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the influence of the emergency warming system, revealing a handsome but pale face in the capsule.
The thin frost on the brow bone made him look astonishingly cold and lifeless, as if he had slept here for a long time and would never wake up again.
However, almost the second after the frost faded, those beautifully curved eyes opened without warning.
To be honest, although this pile of metal bumps used to freeze the human body is called a capsule, its shape has nothing to do with the capsule.
They are very unflattering, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, in the shape of a hexagon with a face longer than a horse. When a person lays down inside, it is a coffin with well-made specifications.
When the design drawings first came out, Chu Si was busy dealing with a riot in the space prison.
The unlucky designer knocked on the door of his office and put a thick stack of drawings on his desk.
According to regulations, all documents for the frozen capsule must be reviewed and approved by the executive director of the No. 5 Office of the Security Building, and signed before proceeding, including the design drawings.
And Chu Si happened to be the CEO of Office No. 5.
He closed his eyes when he saw the thickness of the drawing, and simply turned to the last page and signed his name amid the designer's lavish description.
On the day the finished product came out, he was wearing a well-tailored shirt, sitting in the conference room on the top floor of the security building, listening to the old guys scolding the design calmly.
People worked hard for two full hours, but this bastard didn't change his face when he heard it, not only did he not have the slightest self-examination, he tapped the table and said with a smile, "The planet's lifespan is still very long, so how can this frozen capsule ever turn around? If I don't lie down without you, ugly is ugly."
Pissed off those old guys.
As a result, within five years of saying this, the planet exploded.
He actually lay in this ugly frozen coffin. It can be seen that the bastard has done a lot of things, and God can't see it. This is probably called retribution.
Chu Si coughed for a while under the glass cover, coughing out all the cold air in his lungs, and then moved his fingers and opened the safety lock in the cabin.
His muscles and bones were still very stiff, and he wasted a long time of strength just by pushing the hatch.
It's been too long since he felt his feet on the ground. He staggered backwards and simply sat next to the frozen capsule.
Half a step away, another frozen capsule was still running normally, and two lines of words were displayed on the glass cover:
Gallo time 13:20:07
Temperature inside the capsule: New minus 206°C
At 13:00, it should be the most sunny time in the afternoon, but there is a sea of stars above the head, and the surrounding silence is like the middle of the night.
Chu Si looked around and took a deep breath.
The air was so stuffy, he clearly came out of the frozen capsule, but he still seemed to be covered by something, and even breathing was unpleasant, and he didn't know if his lungs were frozen.
click-
There was a sudden sound of needles cracking from behind, as if being stepped on by something.
"Who?!" Chu Si turned his head sharply.
He didn't speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.
At the same time as he asked, his fingers had habitually touched his waist.
Thank goodness it was too hasty to get into the freezer capsule and the gun still hadn't been unloaded.
He flicked the safety latch, and the "click" sound was very clear in the silence.
"Don't, don't! I'll come out now! Don't shoot!" A black thing emerged from behind a frozen capsule, like a round-headed mop... The kind that has been marinated in a mud pit for two years.
Chu Si squinted to identify it, and found a pair of eyes on the mop with difficulty - it was a man who hadn't taken care of his hair and beard for a long time.
"Who else?" Chu Si's finger was still hooked on the trigger.
Mop hesitated for a moment, kept his hands raised in surrender, turned his head and muttered something.
Another small mop sticks its head out cautiously.
The little mop turned to look at the big mop, and raised his hands in a similar fashion.
"Calm down, calm down. Just the two of us, no one else," said the big mop, staring at his gun.
"I'm calm," Chus replied.
"Honestly, I don't believe it. After all, I was so hungry when I climbed out of the frozen capsule that I wanted to eat people." The mop's voice sounded suspicious.
Chu Si looked indifferent: "If I can't find someone cleaner than you, I may be more inclined to starve to death."
The mop was blocked, and there was still some regret. "Actually, we haven't cleaned it up for half a year. Can you move the muzzle a little bit?"
In fact, the gun has been frozen in a frozen capsule for a long time, and the ghost knows whether it can still be used. But Chu Si is a bastard, he doesn't mind spooking this big guy of unknown origin for a while, so he replied, "It depends on your mood."
"How are you feeling now?" Mop asked.
"It's not good, it's too boring here." Chu Si said calmly.
To be precise, the air here is irritating, physiological.
The mop stretched its tune with an "oh" sound, and was instantly discouraged, "Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about it, after all, we've been bored for a long time."
He turned to look at his wrist.
Only then did Chu Si notice that something on his wrist was shining blue, like the screen of a smart watch.
"Do you mind if I touch it?" Mop stared at Chu Si's gun, for fear that it might go off.
Chu Si was noncommittal, and the mop cautiously touched the watch screen.
The cold electronic sound suddenly rang, enough for Chu Si to hear clearly:
Ground Temperature: New 5°C
Humidity: dry
Warning: Oxygen levels are severely below normal, 32 minutes 57 seconds to critical.
This kind of alarm is not unfamiliar to Chus. He has heard these words in various safety experiment reports. The so-called critical value of oxygen content corresponds to the survival limit. Once below the critical value, people will soon suffocate to death.
The mop's voice was a little dejected. "Look, even if you don't shoot, we have less than 33 minutes of life."
When Chu Si heard the words, his eyes moved.
Should not be.
The design concept of these frozen capsules is very special. All energy is converted from exhaust gas, and the exhaust gas contains oxygen instead. This is designed to survive to a certain extent.
These principles and functions have been made public.
The mop noticed Chu Si's gaze, and he followed the frozen capsules on the ground and said, "I know what you're thinking, but it's useless. It's been fifty years, and the balance can't be maintained for a long time."
There was finally an expression on Chu Si's face, "How many years?"
The mop seemed to have found a breakthrough, and decisively touched the watch screen, and the mechanical electronic sound rang again:
"It's 5763 New Gregorian, April 29, Gallo time—"
Before finishing the report, the mop cut off the timekeeping and muttered, "Excuse me, I have to save some electricity."
However, Chu Si didn't pay attention to what he was saying at all.
5763? !
He clearly remembered what the evening of December 27, 5713 was like. The golden red light of the setting sun softened the icy black cedar forest. He stood by the window, talking to the sanatorium, and turning over himself private communication channel.
One second, he was still watching the information forced by a dangerous element in the space prison, and the next second he received an alarm—
The reaction process of the core energy suddenly accelerated for unknown reasons, out of control, and the expansion rate far exceeded the upper limit. The estimated evacuation time was 3 minutes and 11 seconds.
In layman's terms, the planet is about to explode, everyone runs away.
He will never forget the chaotic three minutes, how the ground shook and cracked, how they raced against time to activate the fragmentation plan, and how they were evacuated from the villa to the frozen capsule in the cedar forest...
Everything was vivid, as if the next day, as if he had just slept in the capsule overnight.
However, when he woke up, fifty years had passed? !
Perhaps it was a moment of surprise that caused a change in the heart rate and increased oxygen consumption. After being stunned, Chu Si only felt that the surroundings were even more stuffy.
The mop looked at his expression, and said aggrievedly: "Don't take a deep breath! Don't take a deep breath! It's not enough for a few mouthfuls! Don't forget, we only have more than thirty minutes left... What can you do? I compare Stupid, I haven't come up with any ideas after waking up for three years, I don't really want to die so early, suffocation is too hard to die."
This man is a talker, and he keeps talking about it, causing Chu Si to have a headache, making him unable to understand the current situation or think of a way to do it.
"Quiet." Just as he threw out the words coldly, something in the pocket of his trousers vibrated.
Chu Si was taken aback for a moment, reached out and felt it out, then remembered that when he evacuated to the frozen capsule, he threw the communicator in his hand into his pocket.
A communicator consumes more energy than a watch. It is a miracle that the energy-saving model can last for 50 years.
The vibration just now was prompting "low battery, about to shut down".
He was about to close it and throw it back into his pocket when he saw an unread message prompt on the screen.
Chu Si's eyebrows jumped immediately.
Without looking at the content, he can also guess who the information came from. After all, he dared to break into his private communication channel as his own garden.
Sure enough, the information comes from the space prison:
My dear executive, I have great news for you.
I'm jailbroken.
—Sah Young
Chus: "..."
Goddamn good news.
The author has something to say:
Special reminder: This article is not science fiction, there is no mecha, and the whole article is nonsense. It refers to the kind of old man Einstein's coffin that can't be held down. Don't use common sense to think about it, just open your mind and make fun, and be in space Magical fairy tales look better, alright~
Note: Esther's Neverland - did not have this book.