I kidnapped an alien civilization

Basement 6, NCSA Headquarters Building, Country M

Although it was ten o'clock in the morning, standard working hours, only the lights were on in an office at the end of the corridor.

With the help of the dim light, you can clearly see the sign of Office of Search for Lost Objects in Space hanging on the wall, and a crooked smiling face was drawn with a marker on the bottom of the sign.

The sound of bang bang bang came from the half-closed door.

A blond man with an unshaven beard was concentrating on throwing a bouncy ball towards the dart board on the wall.

He is The Waiter Angela McCann.

Of course, the title Waiter is just his self-proclaimed nickname. His real position is Director of the Space Search Office for Lost Objects, in charge of those space vehicles and probes that have lost contact in the universe of the entire M country.

As a major aerospace country, country M spends huge sums of money to launch several space probes every year in order to explore its neighbors in the solar system. Some of the probes may lose contact with the ground command center due to malfunction or exhaustion of energy.

Every detector that loses contact means that a huge investment in scientific research has been wasted, so NCSA will do its best to use various means to restore contact with the detector.

When such efforts fail, the probes are assigned to the Space Search Office, located on the sixth basement level.

Then, quietly waiting for a miracle to come.

Unfortunately, such a miracle has not occurred since the establishment of the Office of Lost Objects in Space.

In this case, the Space Lost Object Search Office has also become the most dispensable department in NCSA, and every time the budget is reduced, it will start with it.

The size of the office has also been reduced year by year, until Angela McCann became the director and found that he was the only one left in the entire office.

But Angela McCann didn't care about all of this. He even came here for the leisure of this position. He went to work at 9 am every day, took a two-hour break at noon, and clocked out at 5:30 pm. Waiting to receive a good salary.

Of course, his so-called work is to stare at dozens of red lights on the wall. Each light represents a lost space explorer. When the red light is on, it means a lost space probe. The server is back online, and all he has to do now is pick up the red phone on the desk.

It's a pity that this situation never happened, and he naturally couldn't perform his duties.

So Angela McCann's real work became watching SpongeBob SquarePants with a portable notebook, playing bouncy ball training when she was tired, and watching SpongeBob SquarePants again until she got off work.

His touch seems to be very good today, and the bouncy ball has hit the red dot area 5 times in a row.

Maybe after work, I should go to the small bar on Fifth Avenue to perform to the waitress. She looked at me a little differently when I was drinking last time. Angela McCann became more excited as she thought about it, and picked up the elastic The ball is thrown to the dart board again.

Papa. Papa.

Ulla Ula Ula

Angela McCann, who has always been very attentive, seemed to feel a roaring siren coming from his ears. He put away the bouncy ball and slowly followed the sound.

A red light on the wall is flickering on and off.

This is?

He froze for a moment.

OH, MY GOD!

This is where the lost space probe is back online!

NCSA's good vocational training made Angela McCann instantly understand. He rushed to the desk and picked up the dusty red phone.

There is no need to dial, because this phone can only make one number.

Doo doo doo.

Perhaps the person on the other side of the phone was also a little confused, and the call was not connected immediately.

Just as Angela McCann was about to hang up the phone.

Hello? A surprised voice came from the other side of the phone.

Hello, this is the Lost Object Finding Office. I'm Angela McCann.

I have an emergency report!

Angela McCann had never made this kind of call, and she was incoherent.

Emergency? The person on the other side of the phone seemed even more confused.

Yes, it's an emergency. Angela McCann tried to calm down, There's a light on the wall, and it's on!

What light? The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to know what the light meant.

According to the manual, each indicator light represents a lost space explorer, this is the indicator light!

It's on! Angela McCann finally couldn't bear the unprofessional attitude on the other side, and shouted at the phone.

OH, MY GOD!

I'll notify Director Jim immediately, you guard there first! The person on the other end of the phone finally woke up.

Hanging up the phone, Angela McCann looked at the flashing lights on the wall and made a mistake.

How to guard it?

After thinking for a while, he took the bouncy ball in his hand and squatted on the ground in an uncomfortable position.

Fortunately, this posture does not need to last for too long.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Director Jim walked into the office surrounded by a group of NCSA engineers.

The engineers began to check the blinking indicator light, and Director Jim came to Angela McCann. He asked with a smile, When did you find out that the indicator light was on?

Have you told anyone?

Angela McCann was overwhelmed with emotion. This is a big shot in NCSA, so he was so kind.

He answered matter-of-factly: I kept my eyes on the lights on the wall, and suddenly one of them started blinking.

At this time, I remembered the standard procedure stipulated in the manual, and immediately picked up the red phone and reported the situation to the higher-ups. I didn't tell anyone other than that.

At this time, the engineers in charge of testing seemed to have come up with a result, and one of them leaned over to Director Jim and whispered a few words in Director Jim's ear. Director Jim's eyes trembled slightly, he patted Angela McCann's shoulder, and said with a smile:

You are a good employee, and NCSA is proud to have a good employee like you.

We won't bury any talents in the bureau. I promoted you to the deputy director of the rocket design department yesterday.

As he spoke, he changed to a strange tone: I don't know if you have been notified?

Angela McCann was completely confused. The design department is the core department of NCSA, and the deputy director is under one person, but there are more than ten people. This is great news.

But he doesn't seem to have received any notification?

How is this going?

He said suspiciously: It seems not.

No? Director Jim's face was ugly, staring at him and asked again: Did you always watch SpongeBob SquarePants and forget?

The chief actually knows about SpongeBob SquarePants? But why promote yourself?

Angela McCann was not a stupid person, his heart moved and he looked around. Sure enough, the people brought by the director all looked at him with a half-smile.

He understood everything in an instant: Yes, I forgot that I received the notification from the HR department yesterday. Look at my memory.

Hahaha!

Director Jim patted him on the shoulder again, I wish you all the best in your new position.

Angela McCann nodded repeatedly, I will definitely work hard for NCSA in my new position.

Director Jim's face suddenly became serious: Then why don't you go back to work in the design department now?