Lighting up super-god technology in the Three-Body World

Chapter 291 A Long Road Ahead, No Home to Return To

In the year 80 of the New Era, humanity officially launched Project Sporadic!

The two-dimensional foil has been expanding for two years and is now engulfing the Trisolaran system. The area that is no longer inhabited by Trisolarans has been declared dead!

In the image data uploaded by the sophon that has been tracking the two-dimensional planar expansion region at the speed of light

As the impact field approaches the edge of the Trisolaran system, the outermost asteroid ring begins to break down into a picture.

Above it are numerous swarm engineering machines controlled by Xiling, automatically mining and transporting ore, which, along with their targets, are imprinted on the canvas.

The meteorite was compressed into a rubbing of a gray-black rock layer riddled with holes, while the machines became tiny symbols scattered on it, forever frozen in a "working" posture.

The transport ship, too, could not escape its fate of being frozen in time; the blue flames from its propulsion tail fins still lingered at its engine nozzles as it proceeded according to its predetermined program toward the stellar steelmaking platform.

The moment the impact field swept over it, the entire thing was compressed into a two-dimensional plane, the colossal object collapsing into a magnificent industrial blueprint.

The ship's hull has been reduced to a distorted, silver-gray geometric patch on paper, while the ore piles inside the cabin form a dense matrix of dark brown particles. The once-flexible robotic arms are now motionless, becoming stiff lines pointing in different directions.
Then there's the steelmaking station near the star, whose optical prism array, once a focal point for concentrating solar energy, has now been flattened into a mirror image with an extremely regular structure, composed of countless polygonal combinations.
Unprocessed liquid metal raw materials were spilled into an irregular metallic stain, resembling an aesthetically unappealing pattern in a painting.

The lifeblood of civilization—the industrial chain—is powerless in the face of dimensional collapse; those cold, geometric patterns tell the story of a civilization that once carried out production activities here.

Even a star, which is countless times larger than industrial creations, can only be depicted as a single image when faced with a dimensional collapse!

The outermost star collapsed first, and the boiling corona and the raging plasma torrent solidified in a very short time into a burning golden thorn forest, with scorching white energy turbulence frozen inside.

The massive gaseous outer shell spread out like a blood mist, covering hundreds of millions of kilometers. Its core helium flash was forcibly frozen and flattened, exploding into a bizarrely structured death mandala composed of incandescent white and eerie blue patterns.

The invisible energy fluctuations were forcibly expressed, forming transparent ripples that circled the star, like a strange rainbow adorning the painting of the 'Three-Body System'.

Needless to say, planets are even more spectacular. Magma solidifies into a platinum-gold vein, glaciers shatter into billions of suspended geometric crystal flakes, billions of years of rock layers are completely spread out into concentric circles, and the last pulsations of the Earth's core solidify into dark red spreading ripples.

The abandoned antenna matrix, manufactured by the Trisolaran civilization, imprinted the surging electromagnetic pulses within it onto the plane the moment it fell. The invisible signal flow became a tangible, nested Fibonacci spiral with a diameter of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Eventually, everything returned to calm!
This is a live broadcast.
In the Second World, all of humanity can witness firsthand the fall of a galaxy through the help of the Sophon. The unparalleled impact of the event leaves life speechless!

The awe-inspiring starry sky becomes utterly powerless before dimensional weapons, and humanity's so-called large-scale destruction weapons seem like a joke.

Some people couldn't help but murmur to themselves.
Will our solar system become like this?

The answer is yes. In the original story, the solar system was the first to fall into a painting, followed by the Trisolaran system, at which point the roles were reversed.

The entire fall lasted for several days.

That absolute plane, with a diameter of hundreds of billions of kilometers, floated in the darkness.

The remnants of stars melt into a dark gold base, dotted with planetary remains like glaze spots, their edges shrouded in a pale blue mist of quantum glow, slowly and silently eroding three-dimensional space.

The fall is still ongoing.

In the central building, Jiang Fan and Xi Ling sat together watching everything unfold, their usual composure gone.

Although he, as the leader, consistently conveyed the idea that 'the home planet is not important, only human survival matters,' he was not as calm as he appeared when the moment of destruction was imminent.

His voice was a little hoarse as he asked softly,
"Xiling, have you gathered enough information?"

Xiling nodded obediently.
"All the physical changes during the fall have been recorded. Given time, we may be able to re-three-dimensionalize this star field."

Jiang Fan shook his head. According to the original work, the two-dimensionalization would proceed at the speed of light. After hundreds or thousands of years, the entire Orion Arm would become a painting, and who would be able to find a small solar system in it?

Mother Earth, after our human children leave, we will never see each other again!
A silent sorrow spread outwards from the City of Dawn, and as if sensing something, many people suddenly shed tears.

People knelt on the ground, embracing the mother planet that had nurtured human civilization for hundreds of thousands of years.

Mother Earth, the harsh interstellar environment is not the comfort zone you created for your children. Many years have passed since then, and the journey ahead is long with no return home.

The spiritual giant representing human civilization suddenly stopped all activity, standing frozen in place, as if it had lost its soul in an instant.

Many beings of the same level have raised questions.

"Is the newly emerging civilization of transcendent beings facing a crisis of extinction?"

"Impossible. Who else besides us could threaten that civilization?"

"Has 'The End' made its move again? The last civilization that came close to transcendence was crushed by Him."

Xiling noticed something was wrong with her man; he looked sad like she had never seen him before. In her memory, he would only fight back against any enemy who tried to destroy human civilization, and he had never shown any sadness.

At this moment, Jiang Fan remained seated, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow as if he were about to take his final bow.

Upon realizing this, Xiling suddenly felt terrified. She hugged Jiang Fan tightly, her soft, graceful body pressed against him, and whispered...
"Lord Jiang, don't be sad. Human civilization will eventually enter the interstellar civilization stage. Didn't we expect that?"

Jiang Fan embraced Xiling and sighed softly.
"I know, but having a home but not going back and not having a home to go back to are two different things. In four years, human civilization will be declared to have no home."

Xiling nestled into the man's arms, wishing she could become one with him.
"It's alright. As long as I am here and you are here, we can build a new home anywhere."

Jiang Fan took a deep breath to suppress his grief, waved his hand to dispel the projection sent back by Zhi Zi, and asked,
"How are the preparations for the large-scale relocation going?"

With a thought, Xiling retrieved all the data and replied,

"With reckless acceleration of production, four thousand new super-large semi-permanent starships have been added in the past two years, enough to accommodate all of humanity."

"Considering quality of life and scientific development, we will produce more than eight thousand more starships of the same size over the next four years, taking with them all usable creations!"

(End of this chapter)