The shining Shoko Toyokawa

"I think Xia Ya-san must know what this means!"

"With that colony, humans will be able to escape gravity in our generation!"

Aine's eyes flashed with a fiery light.

That light...is called hope,

But hope is like fire, which is sometimes too hot and will burn those who yearn for it and those who get close to it, or even burn them to death.

Chapter 129: World War

Getting rid of gravity, what a wonderful thing...'

After much thought and hesitation... Xia Ya finally decided to tell Ain that the colony in the universe that Ain regarded as hope,

What will it bring while bringing hope?

This is an 'adult' responsibility.

"So, Aine, who do you think should own this colony, or rather, who should lead it?"

Aine was stunned.

In her excitement, she ignored a fact: just like the MS that suddenly appeared, especially the cutting-edge MS, most of them eventually belonged to powerful countries.

The colonies in the universe will probably eventually belong to space powers.

"Even with the platform to fly into space, people bound by gravity still have to fight over who will step onto the platform first.

Of course, the ‘pedal’ is good, it’s the hope for the future.”

The smile disappeared from the pink-haired girl's face. For a moment, Aine found it hard to accept this fact.

"No, like the International Space Station..." Her voice trembled. "Yes, the International Space Station. Even when Big Mao and the West confronted each other in Er Mao's home, and even engaged in mutual bombings, the two sides didn't stop cooperating. This time, it must be the same, right? Okay?"

"We won't terminate our cooperation..." Xia Ya turned her head to look at the clear blue sky outside the window, and finally she found the courage to continue telling Aine the truth. "It's because Oumei and Da Mao can't live without each other."

"When the International Space Station was established, these aviation powers would accept any country that was unlikely to have significant development in aviation to join, such as Area 11. However, they rejected the possibility that a major country, which at the time had less advanced aviation technology but insisted on developing its own aerospace industry, would join.

Science has no borders, but people bound by gravity do.

A noble scientist may not be prejudiced against other countries, but who grants him funding? And what does the grantor expect him to say?

The reality is that the rockets that launch humans into space to explore possibilities are made from nearly identical technology to the missiles that deliver nuclear warheads to the other side of the world.”

The reason why Xia said these words to Aine, who was so nervous that she finally saw hope,

This is because adults, for their own ends, will even take advantage of children.

"Don't be sad..." Xia Ya propped herself up and gently hugged the pink-haired girl. "Right now, the world is like this. It's... neither beautiful nor gentle. So, precisely because of this, we need to make it better, right?"

The pink-haired girl's eyes were confused.

She was like a beggar who picked up a million-dollar lottery ticket and went to claim the prize excitedly, only to be told that the lottery ticket was fake.

Rather than feeling sad, I feel more at a loss.

Why is this 'lottery ticket' fake?

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On the first day of the colony, all the major powers frantically sent radio waves, but received no response.

The next day, the photos and information sent to the Internet by astronomy enthusiasts quickly spread around the world.

On the third day, the modified detection satellite approached the colony satellite and confirmed that there were no people inside and all facilities were intact.

The major powers almost simultaneously announced that they would send astronauts to land on the colonies. The countries with weak aviation capabilities protested against the landing of the major powers, citing the unknown risks of contact with the colonies, such as causing the colonies to fall to the earth.

But this kind of protest is meaningless except for stirring up public opinion.

This world has always been based on strength.

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Day 10,

"10"

"9"

The majestic Soyuz MS-2.3 carrier rocket stands on the Baikonur launch site.

"3"

After several spy intrusion incidents, the manned spacecraft that was hastily put together was finally ready for launch.

"2"

"1"

As the rocket ignited, the whole world seemed to darken.

It wasn't that the world had darkened, but that the rocket's tail flame was too bright.

So that the 'world' seems very dark.

At this moment, the entire launch site was trembling with the roar of the rocket. The 4000-ton thrust acted on the guide trough, and the tail flame instantly evaporated a large amount of cooling water, raising a white smoke like a volcanic eruption.

This giant aircraft weighing 3000 tons and with a thrust-to-weight ratio of 1.33, began to slowly rise into the air under the nervous 'watching' of many relevant personnel.

Flying faster and faster, breaking through the troposphere and stratosphere, reaching the mesosphere above 48KM,

But just as the rocket was about to break through the mesosphere and enter the thermosphere, the connection between the ground and the rocket was suddenly cut off.

The ground optical tracking system even observed that the first stage of the rocket did not separate as planned at the predetermined altitude.

"Sergei! Escape! Escape!"

Amid the roar of the ground commander, the ground observation system only saw a flash of fire, and the rocket's fairing suddenly exploded.

The escape tower engine started up, pushing the escape tower away from the rocket that could explode at any time.

After the rocket lost power, it rose for a distance and then fell to the ground under the pull of gravity.

However, after descending more than 10 kilometers, the ground suddenly took control of the rocket. But before they could detonate the rocket, it exploded according to the predetermined program.

The ground commander was furious. He already understood what had happened.

"Quick, get me General Shao from the Ministry of National Defense! I have something to report!"

As soon as the landline was connected, he shouted: "Starlink, Starlink and any other Western satellites passing over Kazakhstan, shoot them down, otherwise we will lose to the United States and the West and wait for them to throw stones on our heads from the sky!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. No one asked what the relationship was between Starlink, satellites, and the rocket launch failure.

The computer in the general's office was playing the news about the failure of America's manned rocket launch yesterday.

Just like their rocket today, America's manned rocket was launched to an altitude of tens of kilometers before losing contact with the ground.

"Activate the launch site during the Red Alliance period. Your launch site will continue launching missions. I'll take care of the satellite issue."

After giving a brief instruction, the general hung up the phone.

"Minovsky particles? We were the first to think of this..."

'No matter how fast you are, there are always people faster than you'——

The general couldn't help but think of this sentence...

On the blue planet, rockets are taking off one after another. Now the launch sites of major countries are almost unusable.

However, vehicles, secret strategic launch sites, and underwater platforms are launching "satellite payloads" one after another.

The frequency is no less than the nuclear war in doomsday fantasies.

I don't know who fired the first shot, but a satellite exploded in orbit. In less than 10 minutes, dozens of satellites were destroyed.

This kind of open and covert struggle initially belonged to the big powers, but soon almost all countries that owned satellites were involved, and countless satellites were "accidentally shot down".

Space junk is increasing in value in orbit at an unprecedented rate.

In later generations, some people commented that this "war" was the world war with the least casualties.

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On the 13th day after discovering the colony satellite, Aine lay in bed, the bright light of her phone screen reflected in her eyes, but her heart felt even emptier.

"How...how can we illuminate this dark sky?!"

There is not a single star to be seen in Tokyo at night.

Chapter 130: The Weight of Life

Thirteen days after the colony appeared, Liu Qiu, at 5:00 a.m. local time,

After the air raid alarm was lifted, Lixi's family and his uncle's family returned home from the air-raid shelter carrying large and small bags.

Originally, only when there was a serious dispute between 11, Russia and North Korea, would North Korea launch missiles as a token of its respect.

Air raid sirens like last night's have only been heard a few times in the area in decades.

But in the past ten days or so, the air raid sirens have sounded five or six times.

North Korea has launched a large number of ballistic missiles in recent days.

The ballistic missile's altitude is up to half of its range.

A ballistic missile that can hit targets 300 kilometers away can reach a height of 150 kilometers, which has already exceeded the airspace altitude of Area 11, not to mention the range of 300 kilometers. For the ballistic missile family, it has the shortest legs.

In other words, the missiles fired by them passed over the top of District 11 at an altitude far exceeding 100 kilometers.

From the perspective of international law, an altitude of 100 kilometers no longer belongs to the airspace of any country, and District 11 is helpless against North Korea.

He ejaculates when you are at work, when you are eating, sleeping, and when you are taking a shit.

I won’t hit you today, that’s just because I don’t want to hit you today!

Of course, to be fair, the local people of Liuqiu just suffered an unexpected disaster. Who can blame the large military base of America here?

The Self-Defense Forces' office workers naturally can't be relied upon to intercept missiles, let alone these tax thieves. Even America doesn't have a good way to deal with ballistic missiles.

Even if they could stop it, District 11 is not America's father. They would most likely not care about missiles that are "missed" or "malfunctioning" except for those flying towards their own military bases.

"Why don't you, cousin Lixi, kill those guys who launched the missiles? Or drive the Americans away from us?"

After a series of troubles, the adults entered the air-raid shelter and were so worried that they dared not rest at all.

Only the 7-year-old daughter of Uncle Lixi slept soundly on the adults' backs all the way. When she woke up, she had the energy to ask questions.

"Kill? Me?"

Li Xi was a little stunned. She originally wanted to tell her little cousin that not only was she no longer a MS pilot, but even if she was, she would be helpless against this kind of "geopolitical conflict."

The girl with long black hair didn't think that, like in the Bad Laiwu movies, sending super fighter jets to invade another country's territory and blow up nuclear facilities without either side declaring war was an act of "saving the world."

If a classmate or other adult (except Xiao Deng) asks Lixi this question,

She would probably reply: "Huh? Why don't you go? If you can do it, go ahead!"

But the one who asked this question was her seven-year-old cousin.

When she returned to District 11, during a conversation between the two families, she was distracted when she heard her cousin say these words in a childish voice:

"My sister is an amazing hero. She drives a Gundam and destroys bad guys abroad!"

Ling Lixi felt complicated. She didn't know how to answer her cousin.

Tell her that the world is very complicated. Unlike the magical girl in Pretty Cure, even if the protagonist suffers setbacks and pain, she will eventually defeat evil and save the world.

In reality, the positions of the perpetrators and the victims are constantly reversed, allowing hatred to spread.

In the end, those idealists who want to do something will be lost.

"If it were Chara-san, perhaps she could explain it to Sakura..."

Li Xi thought so,

"But... I can't figure it out myself anymore..."

Li Xi took out his cell phone, luckily there was still signal.

She clicked on Xia Ya's avatar and typed a line in the chat box: Xia Ya-san, I want to ask you something. How do I explain to a child that I can't do anything?

After typing, Li Xi's finger hovered over the send button.