Global Freeze: I built a doomsday safe house

About the moon.

Since ancient times, there have been countless fantasies that are either beautiful, mysterious, or terrifying.

The only satellite of this planet where humans live has always been a mystery in the field of astronomy because of its irrationality due to its huge size.

How did it come into being?

No one can explain why.

To date, the most famous theories are the "capture theory" and the "separation theory".

The former believes that the moon came from somewhere else and was captured by the planet's gravity when passing near the planet, thus becoming a satellite.

The second theory is that the moon is a part that separated in the early stages of the formation of the planet, that is, the twin brother of the planet.

But no matter which statement is adopted, there are problems that are difficult to explain.

If we consider it according to the capture theory, it is difficult for such a huge planet to be captured by its gravity.

If we follow the separation theory, it is even more irrational because at the beginning of the planet's formation, according to the law of gravity, two planets that are so close to each other should have merged into one.

These are all scientific theories.

However, in the field of mysticism, there is another unique theory.

Artificial theory.

Mysticism believes that the moon was created by humans.

Perhaps it is through human power that asteroids, meteorites and other celestial bodies close to the planet are captured, and then a natural satellite floating in the sky is created.

This theory is considered bizarre and incomprehensible.

Because according to the trajectory of human civilization development, it is impossible to understand what level of civilization is required to be able to build an entire huge satellite.

Montesquieu and Milhaud sat in the living room, where oak wood was burning in the old fireplace, crackling as it exploded.

There was a pile of information on the coffee table in front of the two of them, which contained clear images of the lunar surface and various English materials.

They know that the moon is indeed man-made.

No, strictly speaking, they are not what they call "humans", at least not the sixth generation of humans.

The term "human beings" is also expressed in the tone of human beings.

More strictly speaking, it should be a highly intelligent life form, the only observer in the material world created by the Creator.

In short, the moon was indeed created by a super civilization in the past.

Montesquieu wore old-fashioned glasses and looked at the documents in his hands.

"We still don't know what's on the moon."

"Is it sealing one of the ancient demon gods, or is it a tool used by a super-ancient civilization to escape from the surface of the planet?"

"We still know too little about ancient history, but history always pushes us forward. We have no choice but to delve into the past and find out."

Mi Huaide sat hunched over on the sofa, his head with a high receding hairline reflecting a wise light.

"We don't understand this, but those ancient civilizations must have known something."

Montesquieu glanced at him and smiled helplessly: "But will they tell us about this kind of thing?"

Mi Huaide clenched his right fist and put it to his mouth, frowning deeply, feeling helpless.

For ages, they have been trying to communicate with ultra-ancient civilizations, hoping to find a way to survive when the end of the world comes.

However, even as they followed the footsteps of the ancients, they had come into contact with them many times over the millennia.

But not once was I able to gain their approval.

The gap in strength is too big.

Ancient civilizations were limited by the rules of the material world and were unwilling to interact with modern humans.

And deep down, they look upon six generations as a human being would look down upon an embryo in the womb.

It's not even a baby because it's too weak.

After the end of the world, the advent of the era of great mutations finally allowed humans to begin to evolve at an accelerated pace, giving them the opportunity to come into contact with ancient civilizations.

However, it is still extremely difficult to communicate with those powerful ancient civilizations.

For example, the Huaxu Kingdom.

The dragon clan, as the angels of the ancient humans of Huaxu Kingdom, raised them.

The ancient ape injected with [spiritual essence] was transformed into an intelligent life form.

But their descendants, such as Bai Longzi today, still disdain to communicate with humans.

Mi Huaide wiped his face, and his skin turned red because he wiped too hard.

"Ultimately, we still need to rely on ourselves. Those super-ancient civilizations must know something."

"The dragons of the Qinling Mountains in Huaxu Country, the birdmen of the Abyss No. 51 in Columbia, the gray men of Daoxi District, or perhaps the three-phased gods of Bharata..."

"They are still observing humans and are unwilling to have too much contact."

Montesquieu pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "No one can fathom the will of the Creator. Whether this apocalypse is a sifting through or the complete annihilation of an entire generation of civilization, no one knows."

"After all, the Creator does not need to explain its will to any being. We can only carefully speculate on it."

"Therefore, no one dares to act rashly."

At this point, he took a sip of red wine and said sarcastically, "As for the Wuluan tribe in the Pacific region, it must be because their civilization was interrupted and their historical documents were incomplete that they were foolish enough to appear in the outside world so early."

Mi Huaide spread his hands and said, "After all, according to the trajectory of civilization, they should belong to the dinosaur people of the Cretaceous period. It's more than 100 million years ago, so it's normal for civilization to be interrupted."

When this matter was mentioned, Montesquieu suddenly raised his head and thought of something.

"Oh right, I remember about half a year ago, didn't they attack the coast of Huaxu Country?"

"What's going on now? That young man, Chaos, isn't one to sit still. If he doesn't do anything, it must be because the time hasn't come yet."

Mi Huaide slapped his thigh and sat up straight. "I've asked Professor Da Vinci and our [Knight of Benevolence] Sir Brian Griffin to help them."

"If they really want to start a war, there should be some movement. But I haven't received any feedback yet."

The organizational structure of the Tong organization is extremely loose, and the top management has little control over the lower-level members. It is more about cooperation and value exchange.

Montesquieu thought for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. "Nothing is likely to happen in the short term. This is for the best. Even the Wuluan Empire is not something that a single nation can contend with."

His expression grew serious. "Anyway, I'm going to let every nation in the world know that something serious has happened on the moon. Every major religious organization and every local power must be notified."

"When the time comes, they will unite when faced with a common crisis."