In the dim room, short red lights flashed.

You can see the display panel, which says: In critical moments, energy conservation and emission reduction.

"A ghost, the ghost of communism, wandering around Europe..." A loud voice spoke from the oldest man, and the textbook was turned to the next page.

"Teacher, didn't you tell us that the history books say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit?"

"A ghost isn't a monster, right?"

A group of young voices discussed and began to refute what the teacher said.

"Teacher, are you sure you have not got the wrong book? This is written by our ancestors? Will there be no problem with history?" I also stood up, and as one of the best part of my studies, I also began to doubt it.

"Yes, isn't it? A materialistic world actually uses ghosts to interpret and call on the people?" The teacher began his own explanation.

"The knowledge in the book should not be fake, right? Otherwise, it would not be recorded, right?" A young voice began to stand on the teacher's side.

"We are all theoretical giants. After all, no one has ever been to the past. Why don't we regard the past as a topic?" The teacher also closed the book at this time and expressed his helplessness.

After class, the only flashing red light was turned off.

In the room, the passage is extremely dim.

Our energy has no way to generate new energy without the sun.

Fuel is sufficient, but we have to make plans for the future.

I stood in the corridor and looked at the half-open glass, and what caught my eye was endless darkness.

We are in the depths of the universe, inside a huge spacecraft.

In fact, none of us has ever been in contact with land, and no one has ever witnessed history.

But we are all the most important part of history because we are involved in the "Hope Program."

I am eight years old this year and have been in the training warehouse for the first eight years.

I don’t have parents, and after the eggs and sperm are combined, we will form enough time in the culture bin.

This is how everyone comes from, and this spacecraft is called the Hope.

Having been away from the solar system for 630 years, our destination is Alpha Centaurus.

A planet like the earth, I hope it can become the second earth there.

But everything is unknown. As for us as consumables that live now, I may not be able to reach Centauri Alpha, but I need to constantly learn history to consolidate it. After the teacher dies in the future, a new life form will be born. We will become teachers to teach students, and pass on civilization from generation to generation.

Let civilization and life continue until the spacecraft lands on the Centaurus Alpha begins a new life.

I know the topic left by the teacher, but in fact the teacher himself has to go back to read the book.

In fact, no one of the students is willing to understand the real history, because it is enough to learn words.

Imagine if you know that you can't live and see land at all, then wouldn't it be better to pass on civilization? What's the point of learning to be a real giant? Are you going to die on a spaceship?

And we are actually called the most pathetic generation, because our generation may have just arrived at the Centaur Alpha Galaxy until death, but the longest-lived of us probably cannot touch the land.

What is land? It is a little softer than what you step on now. You can sow seeds on it, and things can grow over time. That is land, and it is also the knowledge in our books.

But we have never seen it before. I like this thing that I will never get in touch. So when the teacher said that everyone gave themselves a name they longed for instead of numbering, I changed the number 6363 to Luqiao.

"Go to eat? Luqiao?"

"No, the toilet. I don't have much appetite today, I want to go to Teacher Dahai. I think we'll make him stupid today." I said helplessly.

The teacher’s name is Dahai, and I remember how he explained his name. The water is delicious, while the salty canned food is delicious. So the thing that meets this condition is the ocean mentioned in the book, so Dahai must be delicious and delicious.

When Teacher Dahai explained this, we almost drooled.

There is no trace of light in the dim corridor, but we all evolved into night vision.

Of course, I don’t know whether the word evolution is suitable or not. We can see some details clearly in the darkness and avoid hitting the wall.

The library was emitting a faint red light at this time, and Teacher Dahai must be inside.

I opened the door and walked in. Sure enough, a faint red light shone on Teacher Dahai's face.

The thick beard was covered with his face, and his bright eyes were flipping through the book.

The too long nails almost cut the book, and Teacher Dahai shook and smoothed the curl with his palm.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. This time we have been too much. We shouldn't make you embarrassed when we learn knowledge." I said.
Chapter completed!