Chapter 35 Space Station Opening Celebration

　　After teaching the naughty kitten a lesson and putting it in confinement, Clark left the confinement section with a sense of relief. As he passed the platform, he saw a spaceship with the logo of the Polymath Society leaving the space station.

　　"Who left?" Clark asked curiously in the crowd.

　　"It's Professor Latio," a man wearing the uniform of the Institute of Knowledge answered him, "The company has urgently commissioned a project with high remuneration and scientific research value. I heard it is related to the family."

　　[Family]? Superman couldn't help but think of the famous Italian godfather Corleone. Would such a huge company be interested in the ant nest under its feet?

　　The player who opened multiple lines like an evil god: "The energy is running out, quickly collect it back! Simulating the universe is so expensive!"

　　Superman was a little surprised by the departure of the plaster head. He seemed to remind Clark something, but the effect of the words still existed. Superman simply skipped over this little episode and came to the main control cabin humming a little tune.

　　At this point, all the decorations for the celebration are ready.

　　Alan was playing electronic Frisbee with Pepe in the corridor, Estelle was standing at the command post coordinating the overall situation, Dousha Huihui was hopping by with a few cat cakes biting a ribbon, after many years, the space station finally had a festive atmosphere.

　　"I really miss it. The last time I celebrated the festival was decades ago. At that time, I was just a young boy who was full of passion to follow the greatest theory. I abandoned my country and came to this space station."

　　An old clerk was leaning on a cane, his hair and eyebrows were all gray, and the years had left ruthless marks on his face. The clerk looked at the brand new space station and the young and beautiful people with a bit of loneliness.

　　"Sir, do you mean that you are one of the first people to follow Ms. Black Tower?" Clark asked. The space station was forced to close due to the Cold War. The staff at that time were forced to choose between their home and their ideals. Some left, and naturally some stayed.

　　Those who left brought more advanced technology to the Earth, but also gradually escalated the confrontation between the two countries. However, it was the struggle that brought about technological changes and made it possible for the Earth to leap forward in technology.

　　Those who stay are the ones who truly make the space station grow and develop.

　　"Yes, I abandoned humanity and the earth just to embrace the truth." The old man nodded: "Young man, are you a reporter?"

　　Clark pulled out his press card: "I'm Clark Kent, a reporter for the Daily Planet."

　　"Then you must be a very good reporter, otherwise the company would not allow a company that does not belong to it to participate in this opening ceremony." The old man shook hands with Superman politely.

　　"Can you tell me about the history of the space station? How did you persevere over such a long period of time? Was it Ms. Black Tower who encouraged and helped you?"

　　The old man smiled bitterly: "No, Ms. Heita is a true genius, and geniuses never pay attention to the ants under their feet."

　　"After the news of the Cold War came, we were almost at the end of our rope. At that time, Ms. Heita had completed a space jump alone and her return date was uncertain. Powerful countries were forcing the space station to join the team. Our future was bleak and we were almost in despair."

　　"So you chose Interstellar Peace Corporation?"

　　"Yes, the company promised us generous treatment, and no one would be persecuted politically. So after finally getting the consent of Ms. Black Tower, the space station had sufficient funds and sufficient security, provided that -"

　　"No one is allowed to leave the space station." Clarke stated this heavy price. In that era when ideas collided fiercely and various ideologies were rampant, scientists had to pay sufficient rewards if they wanted to live in an Eden where they only needed to do research.

　　Freedom is what these people pay for, and it is the only thing they don't care about.

　　"Yes, but as you can see, the conditions here are good enough and the place is big enough. It's not a big deal to live here for a lifetime." The old man said indifferently that compared with knowledge and truth, freedom is insignificant.

　　"But now that the space station is open, do you want to choose to go back? To see the home you haven't seen for decades?" Clark asked uncertainly. After decades, will there still be people on Earth that are familiar to these people?

　　Most of my childhood homes have been demolished and rebuilt, and my parents and friends have mostly passed away. Even if I have enough glory to cover my whole body, what value and meaning would it have?

　　The old man laughed and said, "Mr. Kent, do you really think I am the kind of madman who is desperate for science? No, I am not a genius, just a mediocre person. When I toss and turn in my dreams at midnight, don't I miss the life of an ordinary person?"

　　He looked at the projected "Opening Ceremony" and hid all his emotions in his eyes:

　　"I never regret the decision I made, but I still feel sad for everything I lost. Mr. Kent, when you have the opportunity to make a decision, don't let yourself regret it."

　　The old man left after he finished speaking. The new clerk supported his arm. From the respectful attitude of others, Clark guessed that the old man was also a powerful figure in the space station.

　　"What do you think, Mr. Superman?" Estelle came to his side without him knowing.

　　"Ms. Ester, the Cold War ended more than ten years ago. Why didn't you open the space station at that time?" Clark asked.

　　A shadow floated in Esta's icy blue eyes, like an iceberg under the water: "Mr. Kent, the company has never been a charity. The staff of the space station also understand this, but they still choose this path."

　　"This is imprisonment! This is kidnapping!" Superman, who has a strong sense of justice, cannot tolerate all the injustice in the world.

　　"I understand what you mean. This is why I want to promote the opening ceremony of the space station. This is also why I want to become the stationmaster, even at the risk of being accused of backdoor dealings by others."

　　Esta looked at the officers singing and dancing below and said, "Justice needs to be upheld by one's own hands, so Mr. Superman, please don't let anyone disturb this celebration."

　　Looking at the girl's determined profile, Clark imagined a big office politics drama in his mind:

　　The young, ignorant and righteous girl accidentally learned about the situation of the staff members. She did not hesitate to fight against the company that had turned into a dragon. Finally, with the help of the magical godmother (played by Heita), she finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish and was only one step away from reopening the space station.

　　"I understand." A raging fighting spirit burned in him.

　　The player breathed a sigh of relief in the consciousness space: "What a crappy script, I almost couldn't make it out. Fortunately, Superman didn't continue to ask, otherwise I would have to tell him that the space station was actually opened by the Estar family."

　　He ordered a lollipop dejectedly.

　　The system looked dead: "Have you made preparations? There are also ordinary people from Earth coming this time. Just like when Beloberg was here, don't let anyone see the flaws."

　　"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

　　The opening ceremony of the space station arrived as scheduled. The company specially pulled a signal line to connect to the earth. At this moment, the global media were focused on Ester's face, waiting for this technological star isolated from human society to return to Earth.

　　"…I declare that the Black Tower Space Station is officially open!"

　　As Ester finally finished speaking, virtual fireworks exploded behind her. Superman held his breath and heard the cheers from both the space station and the earth.

　　The last regrets of the Cold War have finally come to an end, which seems to indicate the complete end of that era. The wolves of Wall Street are raising their glasses to celebrate the upcoming financial boom.

　　"Latio, this is a wonderful time, isn't it?" Outside the magnificent hotel, a playboy-like man sitting in a stretch limousine raised his glass to the man at the other end. There was a line of glaring black tattoos on his neck.

　　"Damn gambler."

　　Clark held up his camera and looked at the tearful staff through the lens. Laughter filled the entire main control cabin, and a meteor streaked across the silent sea of ​​stars.

　　“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”

　　The rustling sound appeared suddenly, and only Superman, who had super hearing, could hear it.

　　Insect swarm? Is this another simulated universe? No, it's impossible. I can hear the sounds on Earth, which is something that a simulated universe can't do. Clark built himself up in his mind.

　　Damn it! Where on earth did this come from? Which compartment did this happen in?

　　Superman's forehead was slightly covered with sweat. He quietly retreated while no one was paying attention, put his finger on the elevator, and listened carefully.

　　"Don't be stubborn!" The voice of a cat cake was mixed among countless cat cakes, but it was so clear in Superman's ears.

　　It’s Super Cat Cake, in the confinement compartment!

　　The elevator opened and closed silently, and no one noticed it except Esta.

　　"Kafka, Superman has entered the elevator. He will not hear our next conversation. You have 30 seconds to take the star core."

　　Silver Wolf spoke quickly: "The Black Tower used a trick of space folding to hide the star core, but she can't stop me. Let's go, I have hacked into a spaceship, it will take you away from the space station."

　　"Thank you, Silver Wolf, you are so reliable." Kafka praised halfheartedly, put the gem flowing with starlight into her pocket, and completely ignored the polluting voice of the star core.

　　"Come back soon, there will be new performances next."

　　The elevator hurried down, carrying Superman to the confinement compartment. The nanny robot guided him to a passage that had never been opened. The huge insect king roared, and its jaws inherited from the breeding star god Taiziyuros were able to bite the planet to pieces.

　　But what blocked the path of the Star-Breaking King Worm was just a tiny cat cake.

　　"Mo Yao!" It was only born for less than two days. Living in the space station, it had only been exposed to light and had never seen the sun. However, it got a piece of red cloth from somewhere and draped it over its body to block the attack of the queen insect.

　　"Super Cat Cake!"

　　Before it could be shredded by the jaws of the Star Crusher, Superman used his super speed to save it.

　　The players also breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"30 seconds have passed, host. Even a cat can last for 30 seconds. Did you adjust the parameters too low?" The system opened the numerical table and modified the parameters back.

　　"I can't help it. I always feel that if something happens to Mao Gao, there will be terrible consequences." The player touched his chin, not sure where this intuition came from.

　　"Forget it, never mind. Star Crusher, come on, use your super jaws!"