The quiet night sky shrouded the world like a giant curtain. Even though the brilliant artificial lights on the earth made the twinkling stars appear a little dimmer than before, the cold starlight itself did not care about the lights on the earth. Just like the past millions of years, they quietly overlooked all life, watching the worlds in the vast and dark space where civilizations could flourish one after another.
What was happening on those distant planets at the moment? Perhaps even the best playwright would not be able to imagine it even if he exhausted his imagination.
However, some information faster than light could bring greetings from 6.12 light-years away, letting those who were looking up at the starry sky know that there was also a vibrant world in the distance.
Tyre looked up and quietly watched the twinkling stars. The dim silver light sprinkled on her beautiful and delicate scales, giving the siren a sense of elegance and tranquility. Gwen rarely understood what this deep-sea creature who spent most of her time sleeping was thinking, especially at this moment.
"What are you thinking about?" Hao Ren could not help but break the silence.
"What a beautiful starry sky … It used to be so unfamiliar, but now it looks quite familiar," Tyre said softly. "We have been watching this starry sky for millions of years. How many civilizations do you think have perished under our watch in these millions of years?"
"… On the scale of light-years, the death of a civilization is not as important as the twinkling of a star. I think there is not much point in discussing this topic before we have mastered the ability to travel in the sea of stars."
"You are right." Tyre smiled. "We should think about something more practical."
"Speaking of more practical things, I suddenly have an idea about the sender of the 'Blue Star'." Gwen's mind was spinning, and a new guess gradually formed. "Do you think … they have not really mastered the superluminal communication technology?"
"Oh?" Tyre raised her eyebrows and said with a doubtful tone. "Are you suspecting that our communication technology experts have made a mistake? Mistakenly identifying the ordinary signal as superluminal communication? "
"No, I believe in your experts. I just suspect that the sender of the 'Blue Star' is not as' brilliant 'as we think." Gwen shook his head and said his guess. "The reason why they used superluminal communication to send such a simple and primitive signal format may not be because they have a brilliant plan at all, but because … they can only send those things."
Tyre frowned. "You mean …"
"I am not quite sure what level of superluminal communication belongs to in the entire space technology, but I guess it is not a low level. After all, even Tarlonde's Giant Dragon has not mastered this kind of thing. The development of technology is often intertwined. Although there are cases of advanced technology in certain fields, overall, the technological level of a civilization should be roughly balanced. The development of a technology often means that a large number of related fields will follow. It is normal that various technologies are based on each other and complement each other, "Gwen said slowly." So, if the sender of the Blue Star has fully mastered the superluminal communication technology, they are probably no longer a race entrenched in their home planet. They may have even become … another 'voyager.' "
"Makes sense …" Tyre nodded slowly and muttered thoughtfully.
"In addition to the 'greetings' sent by the Blue Star, did your antenna array capture any other superluminal communication in space?" Gwen asked with a serious face. "Even if it is just a short noise?"
"No." Tyre immediately shook his head. "After Antavine confirmed that the signal sent by SK-32-A was superluminal communication, they deliberately scanned the entire sky covered by the antenna system. But they did not find a second superluminal communication …"
"So, the sender of the Blue Star is probably not a civilization that has fully mastered the superluminal communication technology. Otherwise, the space around them would not be so 'quiet.' Can you imagine? It is like a race that has mastered the ability to make fire, and then hundreds of years have passed, but the area where this race lived did not even emit a wisp of smoke … "
Tyre immediately understood. "Unless the 'torch' does not belong to them. They don't know how to make a second fire, and they don't know what the 'torch' can do other than signal!"
Gwen nodded and said slowly in a low voice, "This is just a possibility."
"… Then who does this torch belong to?" Tyre asked instinctively. "This … this is a 'torch' that can transmit signals at superluminal speed in space …"
Gwen did not answer for a moment. He just looked up quietly at the starry sky. In fact, the truth was about to be revealed. Even Tyre had thoughtfully thought of the most likely answer to this question. Other than the people who set sail, who else could it be?
Gwen thought of the information he saw in the logs of the Firmament Station. He could not help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that there was more than one legacy in space.
Tyre had already fixed her eyes on Gwen. She quietly stared at the "human pioneer" in front of her for a long time. Suddenly, she said, "How rare."
"Yeah, if the situation is as we have guessed, a civilization that has not yet broken out of the mother planet but has obtained a superluminal communication device, it is indeed rare …"
"I'm not talking about this." Tyre shook her head. "I'm talking about you. It's rare."
"Me?" Gwen pointed at himself with a look of astonishment. "What's so rare about me?"
"I rarely find people who can talk about these topics among the landers. I don't mean to discriminate or ridicule, but the landers' understanding of the universe … is indeed not much. You are an exception. Not only can you keep up with these topics, but you even have a lot of your own ideas. This is very rare, and until today, you still maintain a vigorous curiosity and a flexible mind in this regard … This is even rarer," Tyre said with a serious face. "I don't know many landers, but I have heard from my sisters that many of the landers' monarchs and commanders have excellent vision and profound knowledge, but they are constantly entangled by the things on the land. Politics, military, people's livelihood, threats and interests at the national level … These are all things that give me a headache when I hear about them.
"You also have to face these 'entanglements', I have seen it with my own eyes. But what surprised me is that your interest in the stars and your desire to explore the unknown has never faded."
Gwen looked at Tyre, who had a serious look on his face at the moment, a little surprised. He did not have many opportunities to listen to the other party talk so much. This guy had probably spent all his waking time on this conversation. "… Is this a compliment?"
"Quite a high compliment." Tyre nodded seriously. "You are the first person I have praised like this."
"Then I am deeply honored, but I have a question," Gwen said seriously. "Don't you usually sleep every day? Where do you find the time to think about so many complicated things? "
"Don't you know? Sirens can also think when they sleep. Our mental activity never stops. In other words, once we stop thinking, sirens die, "Tyre said, wagging his tail." After all, we are a relatively slow race. If we don't make use of our time, we are really useless … "
"You were also thinking clearly when you were sleeping?!" Gwen widened his eyes in shock. This was something he had never heard before, let alone thought of it. It was Tyre's usual appearance that gave him the illusion that sirens were a kind of intelligent race that had the ability to shapeshift but was essentially similar to human beings. It was not until now that he realized how big a difference there was between the elemental creatures and human beings. "That is to say … you don't dream?"
"As an individual, ordinary sirens do not dream. Of course, we can also force those who are too immersed in 'sleep thinking' to be dreaming, but this is a bit far-fetched." Tyre shook the tip of his tail and explained with a serious face. "There is only one siren who can really dream, and that is Eva …"
"Eva …" Gawain recalled the knowledge behind this name and said thoughtfully, "I remember that this is the 'Spirit of the Race' of your race?"
"Spirit of the race? That is not wrong. "Tyre laughed." Eva is the aggregation of all sirens. You can regard her as the largest, invisible siren, the 'Elemental Core' of us as a whole as the water element. Some outsiders wouldn't be able to understand such an invisible existence, but to us Sirens, Eva is an actual individual. She's also the only Siren who can 'dream'. Among the sirens, those with special talents can perceive Eva's dreams. These individuals usually include the most powerful Lord of the Tides, the Deep Sea Witches, and of course, our Queen. The Queen can almost always see Eva's dreams, and sometimes she will share with us the wonderful scenery she sees in her dreams … "
Gwen listened carefully to Tyre's incredible stories. After a long while, he could not help but mutter, "Your race is really incredible …"
…
The sound of the waves was like a gentle song, flowing into the spacious and exquisite bedroom along with the surging water. Petia woke up from her deep sleep and opened her eyes in an elemental ball made of pure water.
Her silver-white hair fluttered in the ball of pure water, but it was quickly tucked behind her head under the control of her master. Petia swam out of the ball of pure water, and her clothes changed into a luxurious light blue dress that did not affect her movement. She glanced at the door, and the Maid of the Deep Sea, Rosalia, appeared in front of her almost at the same time.
"Your Majesty." Rosalia swam two steps forward. "You woke up a little later than usual today."
"I saw Eva's dream again," Petia said. "She seems to like dreaming recently."
Maid Rosalia's face suddenly showed an interested expression. "Eva's dream? What did you see? "
"The specific content is a little vague. I only remember that I saw an endless sea, like the endless sea in my hometown. There was no land in the sea, and many life forms were thriving in the sea, including creatures like sirens, and also … races I don't know. There were also some giant structures like ancient relics or monuments floating in the sea …" Petia rubbed her forehead. "That's it. They are all inexplicable scenes … After all, it's just a dream."
"Maybe Eva saw the scenery in the dream that her compatriots in the distance saw? We are one in Eva's dream … "A smile appeared on Rosalia's face as she spoke words of comfort." Anyway, what you see doesn't seem to be a bad scene. "
"Far away …" Petia said softly. She was reminded by the word. "Is there any progress on the SuperLight Array?"
"We still haven't received any signal from any of the migration ships." Rosalia shook her head gently. "Besides, the monitoring of SK-32-A is still in progress. It has been more than three days since the last signal was received. According to the pattern that we have grasped, the next SuperLight Signal should be in about ten minutes."
"Okay." Petia nodded and swam toward the corridor. This was the Royal District of Antavine, and the entire area was within the Deepwater Barrier. The seawater from their hometown filled every corridor and every room. Of course, they could only go out by swimming. This was a very convenient and comfortable environment for the sirens. "What about the scan of the surrounding sky?"
"Nothing." Rosalia shook her head. "We only received a few very weak low-frequency calls, which are conventional signals transmitted by light waves or quasar pulses. They may have been floating in this space for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, constantly circling the cage formed by the star system. The civilization that sent them has been dead for many years."
"… Even if they are not dead, there is nothing we can do." Petia sighed. "We can only receive but not transmit. This is an unsolvable problem … Is there any progress on the resonance crystal?"
"Unfortunately, Master Hathaway said that she can't do anything. The resonance crystal is completely destroyed, and this planet lacks the key materials needed to reforge the crystal. The energy technology and runic knowledge shared with us by Cecil is useful, but these two technologies are not helpful in repairing the SuperLight Communication Array. We have also tried several natural materials that we have recently excavated from the deep sea, but they do not meet the requirements … "
"Well, this kind of thing can't be rushed." Petia nodded gently. "Let the Deep Sea Witches do their best."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
On the Golden Beach of Io, where the Antavern was stranded, a complex communication tower stood on the stern deck of the giant immigrant starship. The base at the bottom of the tower was wide open, exposing the delicate internal components and the system lights that flickered in the depths of some of the structures. As technicians, the 'Deep Sea Witches' were busy inside and outside the tower, checking the recently repaired receiving module and adjusting the unstable core system.
Above the tower, several communication components that had been restored to operation were floating under the support of an invisible force field. They slowly rotated around the tower as the streamlined alloy structure pointed to the sky. Under the morning sun, the metal shell was reflected in a golden-red color.
Petia came to the deck and looked at the busy sirens around the tower, as well as the nagas that had only recently appeared in this area and were learning mechanical maintenance skills from the Deep Sea Witches. Her gaze then fell upon the tower, and a soft sigh escaped her mouth.
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