According to Dr. Suzumiya, the 210,000 residents of Mars are ready to disappear with Mars, and they have also made plans to send some people away from Mars.

They face the former calmly, and they never give up on the latter.

The question is, who can leave Mars? Do they use popular elections? Then everyone fights for the right to leave Mars for those who get the highest number of votes?

Indeed, Mars opened the referendum, and the results came quickly.

"It's unimaginable that no one can make this choice." Perry's tone was somewhat questioning.

Suzumiya smiled slightly and said: "Individual humans are indeed not good at making choices, but humans in groups are different."

"What's the difference?" Perimo asked disdainfully.

"If you were on Mars you might be able to understand why they were able to make their choices calmly and without regrets."

Suzumiya was not surprised by Perimo's suspicion. Just as calm as before, she continued, "Do you want to know how the new humans are chosen?"

Perimer raised his head and said with a chuckle, "New humanity? The choice of the new humanity must be that the best minds should be sent to Mir first."

"That's not the case." The corner of Suzumiya's mouth raised slightly, and Perimu could read a bit of contempt from it.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"The meaning is very clear, Professor Perimo, their choice is completely different from what you think." Suzumiya's tone became more and more calm as he spoke, the red dress slowly clearing in the Martian night.

The Mars base was first built by robots. The silver-white domes look like hot air balloons fixed on the ground. Its appearance looks like hot air balloon tents, connected one to another. In fact, these hot air balloons are outside

The layers are climate modification panels. One hundred years before humans settled in the Mars base on a large scale, the Mars atmosphere modification project had been completed and put into busy and uninterrupted work.

Mars is not suitable for human habitation, but Mars has friendly accepted the transformation projects of human engineers.

At this moment, in the Olympic Square, people are drinking coffee, reading and waiting for the next day as usual.

The breeze is clear and the night sky is deep outside the high dome of the base.

Suzumiya stood in the night. If it weren't for the doomsday, she really looked like she was going to Mars for her honeymoon, instead of going to Mars to wait for the doomsday with everyone.

The difference between the two is completely indistinguishable on Suzumiya's face. What is between her eyebrows is the calmness of flowers blooming.

"I'm a little curious." Perimo rubbed his nose. If there was wine here, he really wanted to pour himself a glass.

"Then let me tell you how the residents of Mars make choices." Suzumiya turned around, and Perimo saw her leaning forward with a smile, raising her right hand slightly, reaching forward, and then putting it back down.

In what seemed like a traditional courtesy, someone kissed the back of Suzumiya's hand.

After that, Suzumiya turned around leisurely and gave him another charming smile. Perimo was a little impatient, but fortunately Dawson handed him a cup of coffee in time.

"Be patient, you can't help much now." Dawson patted Perry Mo's shoulder, not too lightly. Then, he sat down in the empty seat next to Perry Mo and faced Suzumiya.

The image said: "You are so beautiful, Dr. Suzumiya."

"Ah, thank you for your compliment." Suzumiya smiled even sweeter, and Dawson thought to himself that women always seem to value their beauty more than doomsday, so this is not a bad thing.

"Come on, tell me what the Martian residents think. Does the base committee have any ideas?" Perimo urged awkwardly.

"The Base Committee is only responsible for protecting the daily life of the residents. The Planetary Committee, as you know, has no control. It is a product of the development of civilization. The development of Mars is not the development of the American continent, and the Mars base is not Virginia, right?"

Perimer reluctantly said "hmm".

"What the committee is doing is to open up all resources on Mars. That means starting five days ago, Mars residents can go to any place on Mars while ensuring their own safety. Climbing enthusiasts can also enjoy mountain climbing that is usually prohibited.

I’m exercising. In addition, Lusu Winery has opened up all stocks of Lusu wine. Look, I just got this. Isn’t it very beautiful in color and very mellow in taste?

A glass of Lusu wine like this would cost at least 80-120 light stones on Mir. To be honest, the food on Mir does not look like human food compared to that on Mars."

Suzumiya also realized that his words were a bit rude, although the meaning was specific enough.

"Very good, I also want to try Lusu wine. I wonder if I can find Lusu champagne in Professor Klein's private warehouse."

Perimo had long known that Klein must be by Suzumiya's side, and he deliberately told Klein this.

Klein stuck his head out and said, "A brave transport ship may be willing to come to the solar system to deliver goods at this time."

"That's tantamount to asking for death." Perimo swallowed a big sip of coffee and looked a little embarrassed. He knew that the taste of Lusu wine was much better than this coffee.

"Wealth is gained through risk. The Interstellar Transport Alliance has its own special passage agreement, and United Airlines may not be able to control them. As long as someone is willing to pay a high price, I dare say there will definitely be someone who is not afraid of death to earn that money. Even if that person is here

Earth, I bet there are transport ships that dare to go there." Klein shook the crystal clear wine glass, and the dense bubbles in the pink champagne in the glass moved up and down. This was a strange sight under the combined effects of Mars' gravity and water surface tension.

"You're drunk. Please note that you are going to Mars to work as Professor Klein." Stanley felt that he needed to remind him at this time that Klein and Suzumiya also represent Mir, so it is still necessary to pay a little attention to his image.

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"Dr. Suzumiya, please continue what you just said." Stanley reminded.

"Okay Captain. The selection method for Martian residents is very simple, based on age."

Stanley was surprised.

Perimo stared at Suzumiya with wide eyes, unable to close his mouth.

Frankenstein was the first to speak after thinking for half a minute, "This is indeed a good idea."

"Yeah, I think so too, Mr. Jingwen Tao is proficient in martial arts." Klein raised his cup and then drank half of the cup, wiped his mouth and continued: "The residents of Mars think that everyone who leaves Mars is the same.

, letting as many people leave as possible is more important than who can leave. The question they really need to think about should not be who can leave, because this question means that there are always people who cannot leave.
Chapter completed!