Deep Space Fleet

"What do I need to do next?" Zhang Yuan asked.

Everyone's position is planned and arranged. Yu Feng looked at the specific form: "Oh... the maintenance work of the nuclear power plant, and some electrical repairs have also been entrusted to you. Your awakening this time will It will last for 542 days, and the next hibernation will last for 307 years, of course, with your job level, you have the right to choose."

The professor spoke politely: "Can you accept these jobs?"

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said hastily, "Very good, let's arrange it like this."

He had already learned this before hibernating.

The professor continued: "The main nuclear fusion engine has been completely shut down, and the spacecraft is completely dependent on inertial motion. There are only two molten salt reactors that maintain the current electric operation. Normally, you only need to take care of it a little bit. It's not a big deal. ..."

"Also, except for Area A and Area Z, the other areas have stopped functioning and are filled with helium gas. Please do not enter at will."

Seeing that Zhang Yuan's expression didn't change much, Yu Feng said cautiously: "You can deal with your own affairs first, and take over this job after a week... We currently have two psychologists, uh... If you need any help, you can also contact me directly."

For those who are awakening for the first time, the greatest care possible is given. Even though the man in front of him looks very calm, who knows when he will explode suddenly?

Zhang Yuan nodded and took a deep breath.

Yes, more than one hundred and eighty years have passed!

His body trembled slightly, as if he had foreseen what he was about to face.

Along the way, the atmosphere inside the spaceship was extremely deserted. There were only 600 people living in a spaceship that could accommodate 500,000 people. The extreme loneliness seemed to be coming head-on.

Zhang Yuan saw several girls who were crying softly, and several boys were accompanying and comforting them nearby.

Don't think about it, I know why...

Professor Yu didn't say much, just sighed, and quietly arranged Zhang Yuan's residence and future job successor.

"Mr. Zhang, hello! After 40 days, it will be my turn to hibernate. The next thing, including the safety management of the molten salt reactor, will be handed over to you..."

This staff member named Fang Yuhao also knew him, and had met and dealt with him several times in the laboratory.

"No problem." Zhang Yuan forced himself to smile.

The two shook hands.

Fang Yuhao also said very cautiously like Professor Yu: "Uh...you can take a break for a week and deal with your personal affairs...the psychological counselor is over there. You can take half a month more rest, handover Don't worry, things are relatively simple, I believe at your level..."

Everyone who is a little bit normal becomes very gentle and careful.

Zhang Yuan nodded, not rejecting the other party's kindness.

After saying goodbye to the other party, he returned to his little house.

The robot has already transported all the luggage out of the vacuum storage room in advance.

I tried it casually, the clothes have been frozen for so long, they should still be able to wear after thawing. However, even if these exquisite electronic products have been specially treated, it is not known whether they can be used.

Zhang Yuan turned on the tablet carefully, rushed to the power supply, waited for a while, and a familiar white light lit up.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Skillfully connected to the spacecraft LAN, trying to log in to his mailbox.

Zhang Yuan found that the speed of downloading data from the database was very slow, probably due to the small population and the fact that most functions were turned off. The network mode has changed to the simplest 2G network.

A progress bar is slowly climbing up, and for some reason, the heartbeat speed starts to increase violently.

Zhang Yuan looked up at the ceiling, slightly dizzy, as if he was about to face a chaotic vortex from time.

After waiting for a minute, he finally boarded his mailbox.

Feeling apprehensive, I glanced at the screen, and the mailbox was filled with all kinds of unread letters. A neat list of times, without any hint of joking.

Everything is constantly reminding him that counting from 2266, it is now 2448 years.

For 183 years, there is no falsehood!

In the past few years, I received a lot of emails, but later, there were fewer and fewer emails, as if they had been forgotten. The last email was sent on June 4, 2389, and it has been sixty years since now.

This huge impact from time instantly made him a little out of breath.

In Zhang Yuan's memory, yesterday was still 2266, the era that belonged to them. But when he woke up, he had already arrived at 2448. Even if he was mentally prepared, it was still too abrupt.

But this is an established fact and will not change due to subjective factors.

With trembling fingers, he clicked on the first email.

..."Genesis Technology Co., Ltd. 2266 Annual Financial Report".

It's Earth, the annual financial report of that robot startup.

As a shareholder, Zhang Yuan must have the right to know.

After reading it carefully, the financial situation is not bad, the cash flow is positive, the profit has already appeared, and the second round of financing has been carried out at the same time.

However, that was already more than 180 years ago. I don't know what is going on with this company now, has it closed down?

"Or... developed better?"

The second letter is a consultation letter sent by a scientific researcher. In the attachment is an experimental report on turbulent flow. I want Zhang Yuan to help me see if there is any mistake in it.

However, Zhang Yuan had already entered hibernation at that time. And he also set automatic recovery, indicating that he has entered hibernation and can no longer handle various affairs.

Now that he faced this report, he didn't know what to reply. When something is missed, it is really missed.

Sighing deeply, he read the various data in the table.

It took Zhang Yuan an hour to write a reply of more than 1,000 words in earnest, only to make the complicated feelings in his heart better.

Whether the other party is still alive or not, and whether he can receive a reply is not a problem.

Zhang Yuan wrote this letter just to show it to himself. Because in his subconscious mind, if he saw this kind of scientific correspondence, he had to reply. . Otherwise, there will be a feeling of uneasiness.

This anxiety comes from the deepest part of the soul. A scientific researcher must have a rigorous attitude.

The next one is still a scientific research document, and I still study and reply carefully.

It took Zhang Yuan a day to reply one letter after another, as if he was blocked by a demon...