After a week, SS Origin had passed through Saturn's orbit.
The central computer had calculated the best route to Centaurus. After the warp drive was fully activated, SS Origin was expected to reach Centaurus in 50 years. The elites from Earth would use the colonization equipment carried on SS Origin to rebuild the glory of Earth's civilization in that strange galaxy.
As for whether they could one day return to the solar system and take back the mother planet of Earth from the swarm …
Those were things that would only be known in a few centuries.
"Good wine, but it's a bit too spicy … What's its name?"
"Maotai." The old man smiled faintly and said softly, "Just like vodka in Russia, in our country, this kind of alcohol has already become a culture."
Although they were all elites from Earth, this didn't mean that everyone was equal on SS Origin.
Wherever there were people, there would be classes.
Major member states and minor member states, nuclear countries and non-nuclear countries, and even the original nationality of the crew on SS Origin … These directly determined the boarding list, the number of tickets allocated to each country or region, and the identity and status of the passengers.
For example, Wang Dehai sitting here.
According to the agreement made before boarding the ship, when they reached Centaurus, the passengers would establish colonies on the Earth-like planets of Centaurus according to their previous nationality. For example, the Russian colony would be New Moscow, the Chinese colony would naturally be New Beijing, and so on …
After Noah's Ark docked, the nobles were still nobles, and the civilians were still civilians.
Although the Wang family had declined over the years, the power of the Wang family in China still couldn't be underestimated. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here and chatting with the foreigners across from him.
As for the person sitting across from him, it was Michael Blumberg from the United States.
Speaking of Blumberg, he was also an amazing person. Born in a middle-class family in 1942, he became the mayor of New York City in 2001, and he was the president of the Blumberg Company, with public assets of more than 50 billion US dollars.
It could be said that Bloomberg was a model of starting from scratch.
However, if he were to evaluate his life, his most satisfying moment was not defeating his political opponent and becoming the mayor, nor was it the establishment of Bloomberg News as the benchmark of the financial industry. It was the last time he sold all his assets and funds for cash. He used his entire net worth of 50 billion to buy a ticket from an arms dealer who was said to be an old friend of Jiang Chen. He took his twenty-year-old grandson and his two-year-old great-granddaughter on the flight to Centaurus …
If that was not the case, he would not be sitting here drinking wine and chatting with the Red Nobles from the East.
"You boarded the boat alone?"
"And my grandson and great-granddaughter." Blomberg smiled and said softly, "An ordinary ticket allows you to bring one adult relative and one minor relative on board. Originally, I wanted to leave the spot for my son, but he couldn't accept the current situation. After I called him, he chose to commit suicide … "
The end of the world meant that his decades of life experience, all the efforts he had made for his life goals, and even his life goals themselves had become an absurd joke. The number of people who committed suicide because they couldn't accept this reality had exceeded one million in the week before the apocalypse.
Although compared with the population base of more than eight billion, one million people could only be said to be an insignificant feather, the number of people who died because of despair even exceeded despair itself …
"I'm sorry to ask this question."
"It's okay. At my age, I'm actually very open-minded about these things." Blomberg's smile was slightly lonely. He looked at the starry sky outside the window, the direction that belonged to Earth. "It's good to see other worlds in my lifetime."
Although he said the word "good" quite reluctantly.
"Earth … has probably fallen now." Staring at the darkness outside the window, Wang Dehai sighed softly, "To be honest, I never thought I would have this day."
Perhaps because of the memories of the past, the two fell into a brief silence.
"Unfortunately, each person is only allowed to carry ten kilograms of luggage."
"Is there a problem?"
"Nothing … After all, survival is the most important thing. It's just that when I think about the paintings in the basement of my mansion in Los Santos, it's a pity." Blomberg smiled weakly, "I just hope those bugs don't eat them … I don't know what the paintings taste like, but the marble statues shouldn't be nutritious."
"Then what did you do with your collection in the end?" Wang Dehai took a sip of the white wine in the porcelain cup and looked at Blomberg with a smile.
"I gave them all away."
"Gave them away?"
"Mhmm, the Los Santos man who sold his ticket to me." Blomberg smiled, "Anyway, those works of art can't be taken away. If he plans to use the 50 billion dollars to satisfy his addiction, then my collection may make it more realistic."
Speaking of this, the two laughed at the same time.
The news that Blomberg had spent 50 billion Worlds to buy a ticket had become a well-known joke on the USS Origin.
There was actually someone who was willing to exchange his chance to live for a pile of waste paper. There was nothing more stupid than this.
"What do you plan to do after you get off the ship?"
"The eldest son of the Loki family wants me to be their economic adviser. They plan to build a colony on Centaurus C and call it New Boston …" Blomberg paused for a moment and said with a smile, "No one can guarantee that our friendship will last until the colony is built."
"You're right." Wang Dehai didn't deny it. He smiled and said, "But with all due respect, only the Russians are worthy of being our opponents. The time you joined the Earth Defense Alliance … can only be said to be too late."
"Maybe, these things will become clear when we open our eyes." Blomberg smiled and said, "But with all due respect, the only ones worthy of being our opponents are the Russians.
If Centaurus Constellation was rich in resources, then it would be fine. But if it was a barren planet, then the first thing they would have to face would be their fellow humans who had arrived at Centaurus Constellation with them.
Regarding this point, almost everyone had the same realization.
They were the elites of human society.
They agreed more than anyone else that survival of the fittest was the iron law of nature.
After all, they were the ones who survived through natural selection …
At this moment, a gentle female voice sounded above their heads.
"USS Origin will enter sub-light speed in 30 minutes. The crew warmly reminds you, please open the hibernation cabin and lie down with your hands flat on both sides of your thighs …"
The gentle female voice repeated it twice in 12 languages.
When her voice stopped, Wang Dehai stood up from his chair, drank the last mouthful of white wine, and put down the porcelain cup.
"Then, good luck."
"You too, God bless you."
Blomberg stood up with a smile, gave Wang Dehai a toast, and walked out of the door.
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