Working as a consultant in the Ultra Universe

In the cold and dark universe, there is a planet that shines brightly with azure light.

That is the earth, that is my hometown, that is the hometown that I try my best to see again.

My name is Jamila, and I have been away from my hometown... for probably a few decades.

I still can't forget the feeling when I first saw the earth from the universe. That shocking feeling still leaves a deep impression on me, even though I can't remember much in my mind now.

About a few decades ago, as one of the first human pioneers to explore space, I rode an artificial satellite into the starry sky and saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

I took pictures of the beautiful scenery with my camera and planned to take it back and share it with my wife and children.

But it is a pity that the artificial satellite broke down and I can no longer return to my beautiful hometown.

My motherland has no choice, so I can only drift helplessly deep into the starry sky, watching the beautiful earth getting smaller and smaller, until it completely disappears from my sight.

I thought I would die alone like this, but I didn't expect that the artificial satellite accidentally crashed on a planet.

This is an extremely dry planet. Due to the inevitable damage that occurred during the fall, my body was directly exposed to the radiation that is everywhere on this planet. At that moment, I felt that death was waving at me.

But I was lucky. I didn't die. Instead, I survived. However, my body became like a human being or a ghost, and even my consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes confused.

This experience of escaping death made me extremely eager to return to my hometown. I wanted to see it again, just once, before I died.

This belief supported me to survive on this dry and strange planet, and I accidentally discovered a ruins.

Maybe they are relics left by the civilization that once existed on this planet. Anyway, I can't understand the words on it, but I still learned something through the murals.

Even more fortunately, I discovered the method of manufacturing a spaceship in this ruins. Although I can't understand the text, but with the drawings, I believe I will be able to fumble around and manufacture it.

So, after decades of hard work, I finally built a spaceship. This was simply a miracle. I couldn’t believe that I actually built a spaceship on my own.

I was very happy because it meant that I had the opportunity to return to the hometown I had longed for, even though my conscious time was getting less and less.

But that's not important. What's important is that I can go home. I can finally go home.

After starting the spaceship, I embarked on the journey home. During this period, my consciousness became confused again, but that was not important. What was important was that when my consciousness came to my senses again, I saw what I had been thinking about day and night. hometown.

The earth is still so beautiful, just like when I left it due to an accident, it seems that it has not changed.

Immediately, I will be able to go home immediately. I don’t know how my wife and children are doing, and I don’t know...if they can accept me as I am now.

But before that, I still contacted my motherland. Because my body organs had undergone serious mutations and I could no longer speak like a normal person, so I could only communicate with my motherland through text.

"My fellow countrymen, I am Jamila, and I am applying to return home."

……

On Earth, Team Cote's Paris headquarters received a text signal from the universe. There was no need to decipher or decode it, it was directly the text they commonly used.

But this is not the point. The point is that the person who sent the message claimed to be Jamila, an astronaut who should have "sacrificed with honor" due to an accident decades ago.

Young people may not know what happened back then, but old people who have experienced that era know exactly what happened back then.

That year, the artificial satellite Jamila was riding on malfunctioned. However, in order to compete for space resources, human life was directly ignored, which eventually caused the artificial satellite to leave the earth's orbit and disappear into the cosmic sky.

And this incident has been buried in the dust of history forever. Only one or two countries know that this incident happened.

Because the world situation at that time was very tense, and the two major powers at the two poles of the world were engaged in a desperate space race. Once such news broke, the impact would be huge, especially in terms of national dignity and reputation.

Therefore, in this context, Jamila's sacrifice was covered up. In order to make this incident completely unknown, Jamila's wife, children and even relatives were forced to shut up. Others who knew about it were forced to shut up. People are also strictly prohibited from discussing anything about Jamila.

Very cruel, right? But in their eyes, it was worth it. At the very least, they kept their reputation.

And as time goes by, no one will remember it anymore.

The message Jamila sent from outer space quickly attracted the attention of the top management, and the communication channel was immediately controlled. People with insufficient level were immediately excluded, leaving only the old people who knew the truth of what happened back then.

"Jamila, are you still alive?!"

"Yes, I'm lucky. I survived. Sir, can I return?"

"How did you survive? Can you tell me?"

"I accidentally crashed on a planet. After a hard time, I finally built a spaceship and then flew back. Sir, can I return now?"

"Planet? Is it a habitable planet suitable for human life? And what did you say? You said you built a spaceship? Are you alone?"

"No, that is an extremely dry planet, full of all kinds of cosmic radiation, and not suitable for human survival. Sir, I request to return now."

"An unusually dry planet? How did you survive? And what happened to the spaceship?"

"My body has mutated, allowing me to adapt to the environment of that planet. I figured out the spaceship bit by bit based on the ruins found on that planet. Sir, I am starting to return home now."

"Wait a minute, you can't return now. Countries around the world are currently holding an international peace conference. If you come back now, it's not a good thing for our country. It will affect the spread of our country's influence around the world."

Seeing the message from Jamila, the top officer of the Paris General Administration refused without thinking. After all, whether their International Scientific Police Organization can further expand its influence depends on this world peace conference.

If Jamila comes back, what happened back then will be exposed immediately, which will undoubtedly give their country a handle at the international peace conference. By then, the country's influence will have plummeted, and how can they expand their influence outwards? ?

"Go home! I want to go home! No one can stop me from going home! No one! No! Can!!!"

Jamila's consciousness began to become confused. The main reason was that he was rejected by his own motherland. The motherland that he had been willing to sacrifice his life for had rejected him as a wanderer who wanted to go home.

"Listen, Jamila, you can't come back. If you come back, we will be finished. Do you understand?"

"I... don't... understand... understand..." Jamila responded intermittently. He tried to retain a trace of clarity and wanted to understand why his motherland refused his return.

Relying on alien technology, he easily broke through the computer firewall of the Paris General Administration and found the data files from when he had the accident.

When he read these files, the last trace of reason he had left was immediately burned away by anger.

All because of this, he was abandoned.

He was abandoned by the motherland that gave birth to him and raised him, and was abandoned by the motherland that he was willing to sacrifice his life for.

All because the accident that year was a scandal, a scandal that would never see the light of day.

Therefore, he was abandoned and betrayed.

The next second, Jamila stopped communicating with the Paris General Administration and directly drove the spacecraft into the earth's atmosphere.

No matter what, he has to go home. If anyone dares to stop him, he will make them pay the price!