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Meriken, Aerospace Agency, Mars Mission Center.

Little Armstrong went to work as usual.

Yes, his name is Little Armstrong, but he is not the son of Armstrong who is the first person to land on the moon. He is just an ordinary Aerospace Agency staff member who is responsible for receiving and analyzing the information returned by the Mars probe.

This kind of work is actually very boring. After he comes, he will sit here for a day after greeting his colleagues.

Except for the time to go to the toilet, drink coffee, and eat, he has to sit in front of the computer and receive the boring, but very large amount of information.

The key is that inter-planetary communication is too difficult. Whether it is the signal from the orbiting probe or the Mars rover, the signal strength is average. Fortunately, the signal with a very clear target has a special enhanced analysis system.

To be afraid is to be afraid of the large amount of "useless" information.

However, this information is not really useless, but is not within the scope of the task setting, but if it is not resolved, you do not know whether it is useful.

It is very difficult to find useful things from these messy things, but I have to find them.

It is too difficult to successfully send a piece of equipment to Mars. If you miss any key information outside the mission, you will die.

So any information sent back must be parsed until it is determined that it is really useless.

Finally, it must be sealed up and put into the archive.

Because it’s useless now doesn’t mean it’s useless in the future. Technology and human cognition of the universe are constantly evolving, and no one can guarantee anything.

Again, if you miss any key information, you really lose money.

Today can be foreseen, and it is another busy day.

"Tom, how about you, can you get results today?" Little Armstrong scratched his hair and asked his colleague on the left.

"No, there is too much data and too much calculation. The supercomputer we got is limited in computing share, and we can't get it out in a short time." The chubby Tom took a big sip of coffee, and then he got nothing. The look of love leaned on the back of the chair.

"At least we have to wait until tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, the person sitting on the other side of Little Armstrong also spoke.

This man has a pointed mouth with monkey cheeks, a short stature, and a pair of thick glasses with a wretched look.

Seeing that the two colleagues were taking a break and started chatting, he also took a break, relaxed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair and said, "Oh, we can stand this kind of boring work. "Perseverance" was broadcast live, and those engineers became stars. When will we be famous."

Hearing him say this, little Armstrong shrugged and said: "Jerry, don't even think about it. We don't even see the rockets. Except for the data analyzed and related to aerospace, the work site is in the space agency. It has nothing to do with aerospace, let alone famous."

"That's right," Tom answered, "I said on Twitter that I was a staff member of the Space Agency. No one believed it. Our job is so boring."

"Mom messing with Fak," Jerry hammered on the table, "I used to think about coming here to find something about aliens. Who knows that I will analyze the data every day. I can't find any traces of aliens. I knew I would go to Las Vegas."

As soon as he said this, the other two were also silent.

Don't think that working for the space agency really likes spaceflight. Of course, there must be that kind of very hobby, but at least they are not.

They really love aliens.

They think that there are aliens in this world, and they have been to Earth, and even think that there are secrets in the space agency, secrets about aliens.

As enthusiasts, there are many channels for obtaining information, some are only collected and exchanged on the Internet, and some are running around in reality, but they are different. They have entered the space agency with their own strength. jobs.

On Earth, this is definitely one of the closest places to aliens.

Area 51 next to Las Vegas is more mysterious, but there is a military zone. They didn't have the guts to break into Area 51 like some enthusiasts, so they found a way to come here.

But after I came here, I just moved around the computer, requiring permissions in all aspects, and I couldn't do anything without permission.

Can worry them.

If it hadn't been for the love of aliens, and they happened to find like-minded people, they would have long been unable to survive.

Not only are the three in this room the same alien enthusiasts, but there are also many enthusiasts in other institutions and departments.

Usually they talked a lot, and after finding some clues, they secretly reported it to the outside alien group, and then everyone was excited for a while.

But these news have a characteristic, that is, there is no stone hammer, and most of the "alien information" they think is also their guess or "restore" based on the information.

It's just that I got some things I wanted to see, and the information that was not conducive to the "existence of aliens" or "theory of aliens" was automatically blocked by them.

And while they were chatting, little Armstrong's computer suddenly heard a "di di di" sound.

"Stop talking, there are data coming over again, work, or else you will accumulate more and more, and you will be scolded at the end of the month." Little Armstrong quickly returned to work.

Tom and Jerry’s computer has no sound, which proves that they can still catch fish. It is very happy that friends have to work when they fish.

So Jerry lifted his glasses and asked with a grin, "How about it, is it alien information?"

When asked this way in the past, little Armstrong would definitely answer "no" with a sigh, but this time, he didn't reply, but kept staring at the computer screen.

And the more I watched, the more surprised I was, and my mouth opened.

Seeing this scene, Tom and Jerry looked at each other and hurriedly leaned over to the computer screen of Little Armstrong.

"Hiss~ Damn it, it's a very regular repetitive signal!"

"And it's very clear, it's accurate information, which is directly transmitted to the detector, and then the detector transmits it back."

"This signal pattern... I haven't seen it before, it doesn't seem to belong to any detector."

"I think so too, Tom, give me the spacecraft signal recognition library!"

"Okay," Tom agreed, and immediately sat in his seat and gave him the spacecraft signal recognition library.

Little Armstrong immediately began to compare, and the other two stared at him.

"It's not from other types of Mars probes in China, nor from the Petroleum Alliance, nor from Europa, nor from Tianxia, ​​nor..."

The identification codes are compared one by one, and even the information patterns of the detectors that have failed have been compared.

It's not even the signal pattern of other celestial detectors, and the existing spacecraft signal codes are incompatible with this.

Tom and Jerry joined in. Because the information was very accurate, they quickly determined that it was not meaningless cosmic background radiation, nor was it a machine malfunction.

The probe gave more information and confirmed that this is an undocumented Mars probe.

But launching such an important mission of the Mars probe will certainly not be silent, but after checking the archives, there are no extra Mars probe rockets launched?

At this time, they thought of their hobbies!

Everyone is excited!

"Finally...Finally..."

"Aliens are coming!!"

"This is evidence of a stone hammer!!"