As the last countdown sounded on the radio, on the screen above everyone's heads, the three magnetic rings around the strange jump engine had completely turned into three invisible afterimages that were rotating rapidly, and the huge circle in the center The ball also flashed black under the strong pressure!
That’s right, it’s black!
It was as if all the light was swallowed up, and endless blackness spread like ink. This was the last scene in everyone's eyes. The next second, the entire big screen suddenly flashed with countless snowflakes, and immediately fell into darkness!
Quantum communication was completely interrupted after the spacecraft entered subspace!
"The radio telescope team reported the situation." This was originally expected. Although quantum communication was against the sky, it had not yet reached the level of being able to transmit across planes. At this time, Mark Dawson's expression remained unchanged and he gave the order.
"Coordinates 16h30m01.6s-263200, the target has disappeared!" A staff member's ten fingers almost turned into afterimages, and he kept pressing the keyboard. Lines of data flowed down the screen like a waterfall. After a pause, he said again, "It has been confirmed that a large amount of electromagnetic radiation was detected before the target disappeared, and there are many unknown reactions, which are being analyzed..."
"Very good, it seems that there was no unexpected situation in the experiment." After hearing these words, Mark Dawson finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone's faces showed a trace of joy. Although they did not cheer, they began to High five each other.
Zhang Heng nodded secretly. The quality of this team is obviously much higher than that of aerospace workers in the real world. This is the power of foundation. Many of these people are veterans of the radiation plane, and some are They are the original human survivors from the deep space amnesia plane. Their technical strength is far higher than reality, and their abilities are far beyond reality.
"Your Majesty Commander, do you need to rest next?" Everything came to an end for the time being. Mark Dawson walked up to Zhang Heng and asked.
"No need, I'm not that delicate." Zhang Heng waved his hand, silently took out two cigarettes, then threw one to Mark Dawson, smiling lightly at the other's flattered look, "It's too early to say success now. , As for what the situation is, we will only know after an hour.”
After sending Mark Dawson away, Zhang Heng gradually fell into deep thought.
Subspace is undoubtedly mysterious and unknown to humans. In fact, he doesn't even know whether the subspace in the "Black Hole Surface" plane he visited is the same as the subspace in the "Radiation" plane. One place, or in other words, just like there are countless planes in the universe, the number of subspaces is also infinite. If this is the case, then the situation may be more complicated.
Thinking of this, Zhang Heng secretly sighed. The curse left him too little time. If he could be given a thousand years, he might even hope to lead mankind to conquer the entire galaxy. Even if he was only given a hundred years, he would still have the confidence to face it. To any known curse!
Unfortunately, extravagant hopes are always extravagant hopes. From the time he got the Dimension Star to now, it has only been more than two years. Two years is really too short, so short that he can hardly do anything, and from the premonition he got He could sense that there was only less than a year left for the curse to come.
in less than a year. This is an imaginary number, which means that the curse may happen next moment, or it may not happen until half a year later. As for the specific time, Zhang Heng is not a god, and he is unable to predict it.
After stubbing out the cigarette butt in his hand, Zhang Heng rubbed his eyes. For some reason, he suddenly felt an unbearable itching inside his eyes, as if there were two seeds in his eyes that gradually sprouted, spun, and then expanded silently. Come on.
Zhang Heng tried to open his eyes, but what he saw was still darkness. Obviously, his eyes had not grown properly. His reaction just now was like the bone growth of a person in adolescence. It was a subtle growth. It cannot be accomplished overnight.
The electronic clock on the wall was changing little by little, and soon, one hour was completely reached. At this time, following Mark Dawson's order, everyone returned to their posts again. Everyone looked at the screen above their heads eagerly, waiting for the end. of trial.
A minute passed and nothing changed.
Ten minutes passed, and everyone began to look at each other with a bad premonition on their faces. Perhaps this first subspace voyage in human history would end in failure
The expressions on everyone's faces became even more uneasy. Only Zhang Heng was still sitting silently in his seat with no expression on his face.
"There is still a chance. After all, no one has ever entered the subspace in human history. Maybe there is some kind of interference inside." Mark Dawson suppressed everyone's discussion, with an undoubted look, "And, even if it fails, Well, that’s nothing. After all, there are very few successful experiments in history. As pioneers exploring the unknown, you must be prepared for the worst at all times!”
Everyone secretly nodded, yes, subspace navigation itself is a cutting-edge technology that far exceeds reality. Just like Zhang Heng copied a cat and created a plane shuttle device. Although it can be built, it really needs to be done by the Stellar Foundation. When scientists explain why this kind of device can travel through planes, those scientists can only blank out their eyes. This is not something that can be explained by modern science at all, even if it is as developed as the deep space amnesia plane.
But at this moment, suddenly, the person in charge of the quantum communication team saw out of the corner of his eye that lines of new data began to flow on the console in front of him. He subconsciously turned his head and suddenly showed a look of surprise, " Mr. Mark, the quantum communication facility has detected a signal response near Pluto! Someone has sent a connection request!”
"Receive the signal immediately!" Mark Dawson's body shook, and he shouted with excitement, "Put it through! Everyone, move, I want to know everything that just happened!"
"Yes!" Everyone reacted immediately. Almost in an instant, everyone who was still in despair suddenly felt like a shot of chicken blood. Everyone was radiating 300% enthusiasm. Through quantum communication technology, soon the two sides The communication connection is established again!
Suddenly, the picture above their heads flashed again, and everyone subconsciously held their breath. Even Zhang Heng raised his head and swept the top of his head with his mental power!
Overhead, those dozen pictures appeared in front of everyone again after more than an hour of interruption!
"The jump engine is intact, there is nothing abnormal!"
"The anti-gravity engine is intact and no abnormalities were found!"
"The nuclear fusion reactor is intact and has lost 75% of its energy, which is three percentage points more than expected!"
"Everything in the spacecraft is normal, the physiological activities of the synthetic humans are normal, and no abnormal phenomena have been found!"
The team members responsible for their respective tasks continued to report on the situation on the spacecraft. Under the command of Mark Dawson, all the scenes soon focused on the previous group of synthetic humans who served as passengers.
On the screen, these synthetic humans were sitting quietly in their seats as before, without any change.
The reason why synthetic humans are called synthetic humans is that their physiological structure is almost the same as that of humans. The only difference is that they are produced from the 3D printer assembly line, not naturally conceived, and they have no self, just like robots. It will only execute orders.
At this time, everyone carefully observed the group of synthetics. After confirming that there was no abnormality in all the synthetics, Mark Dawson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir Mark, everything taken during the previous jump in the subspace has been transmitted back to the headquarters and can be viewed at any time."
"Very good, the observation team started to check the transition images, and the rest of the people will continue the experiment with me." Mark Dawson continued to give the order, "The next step is the second step. The experimental spacecraft will enter the subspace again from the orbit of Pluto. , until the return test of returning to geosynchronous..."