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America, NASA, Mars Mission Center.

Little Armstrong went to work as usual.

Yes, his name was Little Armstrong, but he wasn't the son of the Armstrong who was the first man on the moon. He was just an ordinary NASA employee responsible for receiving and analyzing information sent back by Mars rovers.

This kind of work is actually very boring. After greeting his colleagues, he has to sit here all day.

Except for going to the bathroom, drinking coffee, and eating, he has to sit in front of the computer, receiving those boring but numerous pieces of information.

The key is that cross-planetary communication is too difficult. Whether it's the signal from the orbital probe or the signal from the Mars rover, the signal strength is generally weak. Signals with very clear targets are easier to handle because they have dedicated enhancement and analysis systems.

The problem is with the large amount of 'useless' information.

However, this information isn't really useless, but rather outside the scope of the mission settings. But if you don't analyze it, you won't know if it's useful or not.

It's very difficult to find useful things from these messy things, but you have to look for them.

It's too difficult to successfully send a device to Mars. If you miss any key information outside the mission, it would be a huge loss.

So any information sent back must be analyzed until it is determined that it is really useless.

Finally, it must be sealed and placed in the archives.

Because what is useless now does not mean it will be useless in the future. Technology and human understanding of the universe are constantly developing, and no one can guarantee anything.

Again, if you miss any key information, it would be a huge loss.

Today, it is foreseeable that it will be another busy day.

"Tom, how's it going on your side? Can you get results today?" Little Armstrong scratched his head and asked his colleague to his left.

"No, there's too much data and the amount of computation is too large. The computing share we get from the supercomputer is limited, so we can't get it out in a short time." The chubby Tom took a big gulp of coffee and leaned back in his chair with a hopeless expression.

"At least we have to wait until tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, a person sitting on the other side of Little Armstrong also spoke.

This person had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, was short, wore thick glasses, and looked like a猥琐.

Seeing that his two colleagues were taking a break and starting to chat, he also took a short break to relax his eyes, and leaned back in his chair and said, "Alas, only we can stand this kind of boring work. When 'Perseverance' was being built, there were live broadcasts, and those engineers became celebrities. When will we be famous?"

Hearing him say this, Little Armstrong shrugged and said, "Jerry, don't even think about it. We don't even see a rocket normally. Except for the analyzed data being related to aerospace and the work place being outside the space agency, nothing else has anything to do with aerospace, let alone becoming famous."

"That's right," Tom interjected, "I said on Twitter that I'm a NASA employee, but people don't believe me. Our job is too boring."

"Motherf**ker," Jerry slammed the table. "I used to think about coming here to find something about aliens, but who knew I'd be analyzing data every day and couldn't find any trace of aliens. If I had known this, I would have gone to Las Vegas."

As soon as he said this, the other two fell silent.

Don't think that working at NASA means you really love aerospace. Of course, there must be some who really love it, but at least they don't.

What they really love are aliens.

They think there are aliens in this world, and they have even been to Earth. They even think there are secrets in NASA, secrets about aliens.

As enthusiasts, there are now various channels for obtaining information, some only collect and exchange information online, and some run around in reality, but they are different. They managed to get a job at the space agency with their own strength.

On Earth, this is definitely one of the closest places to aliens.

Area 51 next to Las Vegas is more mysterious, but it is a military area, and they don't have the courage to break into Area 51 like some enthusiasts, so they tried to come here.

But after coming here, they just turned around the computer. They need permissions in all aspects, and they can't do anything without permissions.

This made them worried.

If it weren't for their love for aliens and the fact that they happened to find like-minded people, they would have couldn't bear it.

Not only are the three in this room the same alien enthusiasts, but there are also many enthusiasts in other institutions and departments.

They often chat, and after finding some clues, they secretly report them to alien groups outside, and then everyone gets excited for a while.

But these messages have one characteristic, that is, there is no solid evidence. What they thought was "alien information" was mostly speculation or "restoration" based on the information.

They just got some things they wanted to see, and information that was not conducive to the "alien existence theory" or the "alien visit theory" was automatically shielded by them.

While they were chatting, Little Armstrong's computer suddenly made a "beep beep beep" sound.

"No more chatting, more data is coming over, let's work, otherwise it will accumulate more and more, and we will be scolded again at the end of the month." Little Armstrong quickly returned to work.

Tom and Jerry's computers didn't make any sound, which proved that they could continue to slack off for a while. It was still very pleasant for friends to have to work when they were slacking off.

So Jerry raised his glasses and asked with a smile, "How is it, is it alien information?"

Usually when asked like this, Little Armstrong would definitely sigh and answer "no", but this time, he didn't reply, but kept staring at the computer screen.

And the more he looked, the more surprised he became, and he even opened his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Tom and Jerry looked at each other and quickly leaned over to Little Armstrong's computer screen.

"Hisss~ Damn, it's a very regular repeating signal!"

"And it's very clear, it's precise information, directly transmitted to the probe, and then transmitted back by the probe."

"This signal pattern... I've never seen it before, it doesn't seem to belong to any probe."

"I think so too, Tom, give me the spacecraft signal identification library!"

"Okay," Tom agreed and immediately sat down at his position and gave him the spacecraft signal identification library.

Little Armstrong immediately started comparing, and the other two stared at it intently.

"It's not from other domestic models of Mars probes, nor from the Petroleum Alliance, not from Europa, not from Tianxia, not from..."

The identification codes were compared one by one, and even the information patterns of those invalidated probes were compared, but it wasn't.

It's not even the signal pattern of other celestial body probes. The existing spacecraft signal codes don't match this one.

Tom and Jerry joined in. Since the information was very accurate, they quickly determined that it was not meaningless cosmic background radiation, nor was it a machine failure.

The probe gave more information, confirming that this was an unrecorded Mars probe.

However, such a major mission as launching a Mars probe would definitely not be silent, but after checking the files, there were no extra Mars probe rocket launches?

At this time, they thought of their hobby!

Everyone became excited!

"Finally... finally..."

"Aliens are here!!"

"This is solid evidence!!"