Frankenstein didn't close his eyes all night long. He had forgotten what sleep was. His body was exhausted, but he had no desire to rest.

He knew someone was waiting.

But now the only thing that can be believed in is the technology itself.

On the other side, in low-Earth orbit, there is another person who has not slept at all. His situation is worse. He is also trying his best to contact the earth, but he has another worry, whether Namiki will turn off the communicator.

As long as it flies to the earth and detonates the earth, the mission is completed.

Now with the nine locations mentioned in Miranda's diary, Nami-san should be able to complete the task soon.

However, this means...

Arthur repeatedly identified the voice in the data collector.

The soft and feeble sound like cotton was intermittent and seemed to disappear at any time.

This voice has long been deeply engraved in Arthur's heart. There is no way he could have heard it wrong, no matter what.

I have taken two anti-nervous disorder capsules and there are no hallucinations or auditory hallucinations, everything is real.

Damn it!

When a person is alone in a quiet space station, everything may be illusory. This is an extremely scary experience. It is like watching a horror movie alone. There may not be any scary scenes, but because there is only one person, I think about it.

, my thoughts seemed to be on an endless high-speed train, entering one cave after another. The wind whistling in my ears was actually the sound echoing in my mind.

Because in a sealed car, human ears cannot hear the whistling sound caused by fast driving.

Hallucinations, conjectures, and the like are richer and more vivid than the real world, so people lose the ability to judge truth and falsehood.

No! Absolutely not.

The girl's weak voice came from the data device again.

This time it's a poem from T.S. Eliot's "The Sorrowful Maid"

Girl, what should I call you?

You stand at the top of the stage——

leaning against a flower bed

Weave it, weave the sunshine in your hair——

Hold the flowers on your chest tightly, your face

Appearing shocked and miserable,

Throw them on the hand and look at them

Full of fleeting resentment,

But weave it, weave the sunshine in your hair.

——

...

——

anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

I still want him to leave,

I still let her stand here and grieve,

Just as the soul leaves the broken and broken body,

Just like the mind leaving the body it used.

i will find

Some kind of extremely frivolous and flashy way

Find a way we both understand,

It's both simple and flippant, like a smile and a wave of a hand.

——

anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

...

Arthur suddenly woke up from this dreamlike voice and shouted: "I am here, I can hear it, is it you?"

The girl's voice continued: "Is anyone there?"

anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

Arthur suddenly raised his arm. The little expert was in a closed state. The girl's voice could not come from there.

It's the data device, and these sounds come from the data device.

——She turned back and took away the golden autumn weather

It forced me to imagine for many days,

Many days, many hours:

Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her arms were filled with flowers.

I don't understand what they are like together!

I may have missed a gesture or a posture.

These thoughts sometimes still make

Surprised by the restlessness of the property and the silence of noon.

anyone there?

Anyone can do it.

Can anyone tell me where this is?

What am I?

"Hey!" Arthur held his head in frustration, the blood vessels in his neck beating rapidly, and his hands were as cold as iron.

This is not the sound now. When was this the sound?

This can't be like this, Arthur thought, he can't remain passive like this, he must find out what is going on.

If this voice really comes from the girl, could the planet where the girl is located be the earth?

It's not impossible. The strange skies she described are more like the scenery on the earth than the sky.

That's right, these pictures now correspond one to one.

That's why I always think of Earth when I listen to a girl describe her world.

Why did it never occur to me that girls would be on Earth?

Is it because we try to forget about the Earth, because we know there is no life there anymore and stop giving hope?

Arthur was very upset and blamed himself for not thinking of this earlier.

There was almost no time delay in the communication between the girl and him. He should have been sure that they would not be too far away.

Later, he learned that Mir had returned to the solar system decades ago...

Earth was a very obvious answer, and Arthur almost never thought about it.

The question before us is, who is this girl?

She should be Miranda and Rob's child, the crystallization of new humanity and humanity, but is this possible?

According to Miranda's diary records, she was indeed pregnant. In order to avoid the damage of radiation in space, she decided to leave the space station early.

It can be speculated that her spacecraft was repaired and recharged at the space station, and then she dragged her weak body back to the Baikal from the space station.

Miranda was already very weak at that time. It was...nearly 200 days, and more than a hundred days after that, until the end of Miranda's diary, there was still more than half a year...

She can only be Miranda's child, a girl!

Arthur imagined Miranda's path in the space station. There were many tools and parts that did not belong to the original Nebula, as well as some food packaging bags.

The Baikal's food reserve is very rich, and Miranda is still alive after living on the space station for so long.

Space food really helps a lot.

Here she studies all things World Heritage and the mechanics of detonating the Earth while awaiting production.

What a great man who lived in such an environment for so long and raised a child.

The more Arthur thought about it, the more incredible it became.

He returned to the spacecraft to get a bag of nutrients, stuffed it into his mouth, and returned to the core cabin with the bag in his mouth. Now he understood, and he felt that he understood it completely.

But if all this is true, this little girl is at least fifty years old now...

This was completely different from the girl in Arthur's imagination. In his imagination, it was a teenage girl, very weak, slender, and fragile.

Calculated from the time of departure from Lake Baikal, the age of this new earthling born on the earth is Arthur's elder.

Arthur shook his head, feeling a little reluctant.

The fact is that compared to his own feelings, the fact that a human being is still alive on the earth has made Arthur so excited that he wants to jump in the space station.
Chapter completed!