My right eye is a god-level computer

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With a smile on his face, he stands in front of a rocket towering against the blue sky, smiling and waving at the camera.

It is written in the lower right corner of the photo - 48 hours before lift-off.

Relevant information emerged.

'Former Soviet Russian cosmonaut, Krikalev.

In May 1991, the Soyuz-TF5 spacecraft landed on the Mir space station.

Unexpectedly, four months later, the former Soviet Union disintegrated. The huge Soviet Russia split into 15 countries overnight.

He became a person who was forgotten in space.

Lost all backup. '

Brother Liu paused slightly.

But in the subsequent data, there was a turning point.

'Until March 1992, 3, Krikalev, who had been stranded in space for 25 days, finally returned to Earth on the Soyuz TM-311 spacecraft, and he was a citizen of Soviet Russia when he took off, and his nationality had changed when he returned to Earth into Russian nationality. '

'After that, he carried out 6 more space missions until his retirement in 2007. Due to his outstanding contribution in the space field, he was awarded many honors, including the titles of "Hero of Soviet Russia" and "Hero of Russia". '

At this time, Brother Liu was a little puzzled.

He looked up at the huge head in midair.

However, the huge lips were slowly opened, and a huge and slow sound resounded through the sky.

"I am the real Krikalev."

"That one, no one is willing to pay a high price to get it back...the astronaut who has turned into mud."

Chapter 1300 March 1991 Years

"Astronauts that have to be brought back at a high price."

Liu Di stared at the huge head in front of him, his eyes flickered, and a vague truth was outlined in his mind in an instant.

But it's unbelievable.

I saw that huge head, and the corners of its mouth slowly curled up into a weird smile.

Then its expression froze again, its eyes lost its focus, and it turned into a silent laugh, and then the smile became more and more absurd.

The flesh-colored ground ahead surged.

Suddenly, an object was condensed, it was a space capsule, and the Russian words on the nameplate said - Mir space station.

In the space capsule, it is small and awkward.

The atomic clock reads: June 1991, 6.

A blond young man in a spacesuit was floating in the air, holding on to the communicator with both hands.

"Ground unit!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

"This is Krikalev!"

"Your cosmonaut Krikalev!"

"You seem to have forgotten my existence!"

But there was silence in the communicator, and even the signal pointer did not fluctuate at all.

The blond young man showed a terrified look.

He panicked for a moment, gritted his teeth slightly, and then a firm light flashed in his eyes, "There must be a problem with the communicator. The earth and the ground will not forget me. I am an aerospace hero. They must be very anxious now. "

The atomic clock is beating.

The mechanical calendar is turning.

50 days passed in a blink of an eye.

The young astronauts still maintain self-discipline, complete their work on time every day, conduct daily maintenance on the space station three times a day, and even deal with a failure that can almost paralyze the entire space station.

He kept a clean face, fine hair, and did not allow a trace of stubble to grow on his face.

After all, the earth may be connected to itself at any time, and the positive image of the astronauts cannot be damaged.

"Ground unit!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

"This is Krikalev!"

"Has the communication equipment not been repaired?"

"My supplies can only last up to 58 days."

There is still silence in the communicator, as if the world connected to it on the other end has been completely destroyed.

The atomic clock is beating.

In a blink of an eye, 100 days passed.

The blond-haired astronaut, his body has become much thinner, almost skinny, his blond hair is like weeds, and his chin and cheeks are also covered with stubble. Food has long been in short supply. His daily food standard is only five points of the previous meal one.

Even with recycling, the freshwater reserves were already in jeopardy, and he couldn't afford the luxury of washing.

He looked at the blue planet in the distance through the observation window.

He waited for 80 days, and the space station at this time came to the nearest low-Earth orbit.

The earth, which is so beautiful, just floats quietly in the darkness, and the light it reflects is still the main light source for illuminating the space capsule.

It is home.

Close at hand, yet out of reach.

The deep universe in the middle is a gap that young astronauts cannot cross.

Astronauts groped for the blue planet through the glass.

It still reverberated in my heart, the emotion of excitement and awe when I first saw it in its entirety.

He tremblingly grabbed the communicator, "Earth, earth, can you hear me? This is Krikalev, I have been stuck in space for 150 days... I have almost no food, and I can't even recycle urine..."

"During the long stay in space, I faced bone calcium loss, muscle atrophy and softening, and my brain thought that under this kind of gravity, I don't need so much support..."

"I can't hold on anymore."

"I'm so lonely, even around me, there is no other sound."

"My wife, our mother, are they all right?"

Atomic clocks and mechanical calendars are still beating.

After 300 days.

The astronaut performed a miracle and he is still alive.

But his world was already in darkness, and the weak energy in his body made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and his vital functions were being maintained in a daze.

He felt his body, without a trace of weight, like a puddle of water, floating loosely in the weightless space capsule.

sizzle...

Suddenly, the sound of electricity came from the communicator that had been silent for nearly a year.

There is signal access.

It seems that in the silent hell, flowers of hope are radiating.

"Mir Space Station, can you receive our signal?"

"Sorry, because of the turmoil in the country, we... forgot you."

"But don't worry, we've taken back control of the ground base."

"We detected through life signals that you are still alive."

"Astronaut Krikalev, are you there?"

"I'm Roscosmos' new general, Scott Dobin."

"I'm going to take you home!"

A masculine male voice resounded through the communicator.

This voice was transmitted to the ears of the young astronaut without revealing a single word!

His heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to have turned into a stone, and suddenly twitched.

His throat was dry, and he opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make a human sound, but a guttural sound of gurgling.

General Scott Dobbin at the other end of the communicator also noticed fluctuations in life indicators.

He shouted anxiously, "Astronaut Krikalev! Great, I knew you were stronger than I thought! Please turn on the video equipment! Let's proceed to the next step of docking!"

The long wait in space.

In order to save energy and reduce the failure rate of equipment, the young astronaut turned off all unnecessary equipment, including the video communication system.

at this time.

There was a fire in the young astronaut's heart.

Earth, my home!

NASA, they finally contacted me!

I am saved!

The young astronaut was already extremely weak. He gathered all his strength and wanted to open his eyes, but what he got in exchange was even more constricted breathing.

No.

I'm going to stay sane.

The switch of the video communicator is on the console 1.5 meters away.

I should put all my strength into the action of opening the device.

"ground!"

"General Scott Dobbin!"

"You have to wait for me!"

"It will be ready soon!"

The young astronaut roared in his heart.

He closed his eyes, but he was no longer afraid of the darkness in his eyes.

He struggled to raise his arm!

He needs to crawl forward, to the console!