Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 351 The Failed Invasion War

Three-body world.

“First, we must correct a mistake,” the Parliamentary Governor said to the Scientific Governor. Its thought membrane continued to show many twisted and convoluted marks, and the Scientific Governor carefully read what the Parliamentary Governor wanted to express.

The two were pacing in the command center hall, where the water stains left behind after the Trisolaran leader disappeared had been collected again.

On the main screen in the command center, the scene of the Trisolaran leader instantly turning into a puddle of water and disappearing was being replayed continuously. Even though the Trisolaran world had slowed down the footage by 15 billion times, it was still impossible to see how the Trisolaran leader disappeared.

A perfectly healthy person vanished in an instant, leaving only the "Trisolaran Watermark," resembling the Trisolaran leader, without support, slowly falling to the ground.

In order to maintain stability, the parliamentary governor stepped forward and took the position of the Trisolaran leader.

The parliamentary chief minister revealed:
"This mistake is a continuation of the error from Civilization No. 192, a flawed path that spans four civilizations."

"What's wrong with the course of action?" the science official asked, puzzled.

Civilization 192 was the first among the many Trisolaran civilizations to evolve to the atomic age. Roughly equivalent to the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union on Earth, this civilization was ultimately destroyed in the flames of the twin suns overhead. When the twin suns were overhead, the entire surface of Trisolaris turned into a sea of ​​fire.

During the period of the twin suns in the sky, the average surface temperature of the Trisolaran system reached over 400 degrees Celsius, even exceeding that of Mercury. This high temperature lasted for a full 3000 Trisolaran periods. Even the Trisolaran civilization's hiding places in air-raid shelters and underground were of no use, ultimately leading to its complete destruction, with only a very small number of life seeds reviving.
However, before its destruction, Civilization 192 reached an important conclusion through computer technology: the Three-Body Problem is unsolvable.

Therefore, from cycles 192, 193, 194, 195, and now cycle 196, the Trisolaran civilization has abandoned its futile efforts, which had continued for 191 cycles, to try to solve the Trisolaran problem, and has determined a completely new goal for its future civilization.

—To fly into space and find a new home.

The Trisolaran civilization did indeed do just that. Long before Ye Wenjie sent a signal through the sun's energy mirror effect and electromagnetic wave amplification effect, the Trisolaran civilization had already built a massive listening station on the planet's surface, just to receive information from the universe and search for a possible new home. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to receive Earth's small request.

The current leader of the Trisolaran rebels, Listener 1379, is a low-level Trisolaran who doesn't even have a name. He originated from a certain listening station.

[Flying into space, searching for a new home]

The science-minded official didn't see anything wrong with this approach.

Parliamentary leader Xiandao said, "The true future of the Trisolaran civilization should be to delete that last sentence and only keep the first part."

Science Administrator: "...To space?"

The parliamentary governor nodded.

Science Governor: "What about our homeland?"

Parliamentary Governor: "In the context of the universe, civilization does not need a home."

The science-minded official fell into thought.

Parliamentary Governor: "You and I both know that the universe is dangerous and there is no eternal home. After the Trisolaran civilization develops to a certain stage, its main task should be to build as many warships as possible for interstellar travel, and then take as many Trisolarans as possible away from the Trisolaran system and never come back."

The science official said, "That makes sense, but the public won't accept it."

The Parliamentary Speaker said, "I was elected by the people. I understand the ignorance and selfishness of the masses better than you do. Since the Renaissance, the government's control over the people has weakened. Implementing the escape and exile plan is impossible. Who leaves and who stays, who lives and who dies, is also a problem that plagues the Trisolaran civilization. Wasn't the Second Fleet built because we deceived the people?" To build the Second Fleet, the Trisolaran world fell into extreme poverty, and countless Trisolaran citizens, unable to survive, were forced to dehydrate.

All that remains for these dehydrated individuals is the empty promise of the Trisolaran government, which is steeped in the dust of Earth.

Science Administrator: "Our second fleet... might come back."

Parliamentarian: "You're a scientist, too naive. Whether or not we can take over Earth, the Second Fleet will never return. They are truly lucky."

Scientific Administrator: "But how does that prove the course of action is wrong? Finding a new home is the deepest dream of every Trisolaran."

Congressional Governor: "All the predicaments that the Trisolaran civilization is currently facing—and I emphasize, all of them—are because of this so-called search for a new home! They are all because of this damned dream!"

Scientific Administrator: "But..."

Parliamentary magistrate: "No buts. The Trisolarans have failed. The Sophons have lost contact, the probes have lost contact, and even our leader has just completely disappeared... This is a failed war."

As the parliamentary governor spoke, the military governor beside him glared at him angrily.

The councilor, seemingly oblivious to the other's gaze, said dismissively, "We lost this war. We lost all the sophons, all the strong mutual force detectors. We failed to stop the escape of the stellar-class warships, we failed to kill Luo Qing, we even failed to blockade the sun... Even the Prime Minister has disappeared. Now you tell me, did the Trisolaran world win the war?"

Military Governor: "Everything will be fine as long as the Second Fleet launches an attack."

Science Governor: "Our second fleet is powerful enough to defeat the solar system."

Parliamentary Governor: "I've already made it this clear, and you still want to attack the Solar System? Even if we do occupy the Solar System, will we be safe? Don't forget, the Solar System's location is completely exposed to those fleeing fleets. Perhaps tens of millions of Trisolaran times later, human warships could launch a surprise attack and carry out a Dark Forest Strike on the Solar System!"

Upon hearing this, the science official couldn't help but take two steps back.

"With the head of state absent, what exactly are you trying to say?"

The Councilor's thought process fluctuated coldly: "Let the First Fleet deviate. The First Fleet's technological reserves are relatively weak, and it relies heavily on the Trisolaran world, so the First Fleet will still listen to us. As for the Second Fleet, just pretend it doesn't exist."

The military commander angrily declared, "With the First Fleet's energy reserves, once they deviate from their course, they will never be able to return. Are you trying to kill them?"

Parliamentary Governor: "The solar system and the Trisolaran system are two graveyards. Deviating from the course offers a chance of survival, but staying on course is a path to death, do you understand? Do you think humanity can simultaneously destroy all the probes and sophons? The solar system is flawed! You stupid, worthless piece of trash!"

(Note: "Rotten skin" is an insult from the Three-Body world, with the same offensive power as "rotten bitch".)
The science governor called a halt to the two men's dispute.

The Scientific Administrator: "I think it's too early to make a decision now. We can't make a rash change of direction. The leader is not here, and the sophons are out of contact. We are blind to Earth now, but we still have one last source of intelligence about Earth."

The military governor asked, "Where?"

The scientific governor remained silent, instead watching quietly the vicinity of the three stars, where orbiting spaceships were constantly laying out four-dimensional space lines.

At this moment, the "Redemption Day" spaceship had unknowingly fallen into a spatial prison.

(End of this chapter)