Following the Trisolarans, Baihe walked through several thousand meters of underground passages, getting closer and closer to the surface, and the temperature gradually dropped, indicating that the surface was still not warm enough. This time, the orbit of the Heng Era seemed to be a little farther from the star.

The temporary base was placed in the spacecraft manufacturing plant. The sturdy door was locked tightly. The Trisolarans opened the door, carefully looked inside, and then took Baihe in.

There were neatly arranged and motionless Trisolarans on the ground. At the door of the spacecraft, two short guys who were obviously not Trisolarans threw another person who seemed to be unconscious on the ground outside the spacecraft. Baihe looked closely and found that they were two robots that were smaller than the Trisolarans.

The ecologist was slightly dissatisfied: "You should put him there properly."

"There is not enough time." The robot answered him: "The scheduled take-off time is in another seventy minutes."

"...Who are you?" Listening to the conversation released by the interpreter, Baihe looked at the two robots and was a little shocked.

"This is the practical result of your theory. It seems that you are also surprised, a monster who calls himself an earthling." The robot looked at Baihe and spoke directly in Chinese: "How is it? How does it feel to see your theory become a reality? Thanks to you, the Trisolaran planet is finished."

You will be finished without me, Baihe said that the blame is not on me: "This kind of chaos can only mean that the Trisolarans need my theory, and some people who are eager for quick success and instant benefits have taken advantage of him. This cannot put the responsibility on me."

The robot fell into a strange silence, sensing the chaos in the distance, nodded slowly, and began to be silent.

"Are they still alive?" Baihe asked curiously, noticing the slight rise and fall of the Trisolarans' chest thrown on the ground.

"They can't wake up." The robot replied lightly: "But I am more curious about why you are here?"

"He wants to go with us." The ecologist said.

"This doesn't seem good. This prototype is too old. The target is less than one light year away from us, but we need 500 Earth years of navigation time. If he joins, we need to store more supplies to supply him, and we need more time to collect resources in the cosmic dust in the middle, which will probably double the navigation time."

"Is there a big difference between 500 years and 1,000 years for us now?" The Trisolaran said, "I think we can keep him. I still want to continue my research."

"You are right. Time will soon become meaningless for us. I have some of this feeling. Come in. You are the only one missing." The robot nodded.

"Help me throw the body out of the spaceship later." The Trisolaran said to Bai Long.

"Okay." Bai Long agreed very happily.

There is still a little time before leaving. Bai Long doesn't want to stay on this war-torn planet. No one cares about him now, and he doesn't know what will happen after the war.

He walked into the spaceship and saw the Trisolaran lying on a very simple instrument. About fifty minutes later, the robot gestured to him.

"Is that it?" Bai He was stunned.

"What do you think?" The robot spread his hands: "This is the job he gave you."

Baihe threw the body of the Trisolaran out, and when he returned, he saw the robot taking out a small glowing box from under the instrument: "What is this?"

"Quantum chip, which stores his brain." The robot said: "Now he has become the same as us. The transformation is very smooth, thanks to you."

"Transformation is smooth? Is it usually not smooth?"

"The success rate of a transformation is about 40%."

"What about failures?"

"Brain death, schizophrenia, paralysis, and more interesting." The robot said with a tone of black humor: "There are a few unlucky guys who had a process failure when the consciousness was halfway transmitted. Half of the consciousness was successfully transformed, and the other half of the consciousness remained in the half-necrotic brain. From a guy with normal IQ, he became two idiots with missing logic."

"Cough." Baihe coughed: "It's so dangerous, are you still willing to accept it?"

"Yes, our people from the Aerospace Port and several research institutes conspired this plan. No member refused to transform. Some even fought to gain priority for transformation. Alas, they all knew that the earlier they participated in the transformation, the less mature the technical environment they faced. The highest failure rate was in those few days, but they still went forward one after another. In order to survive, all the Trisolarans went crazy." The robot sighed: "It is said that the government army has now decided to partially open up transformation, so this war will continue. There are now 1,627 compatriots who have successfully transformed in the spacecraft, and they have unanimously decided to leave Trisolaran."

"So many." Baihe was shocked. According to this calculation, at least 5,000 Trisolarans participated in this matter. The loyalty of these Trisolarans to their mother planet is really worth complaining about.

But it makes sense to think about it. The unity of the Trisolarans is based on the survival crisis that can destroy civilization at any time. The Earth Conquest Plan is essentially sacrificing the future of several generations of Trisolarans to pave the way for the expedition fleet. But once it is discovered that this sacrifice is unnecessary, and a way out suddenly appears in front of you and is within your reach, this loyalty and unity is worth discussing.

"If there is no transformation, this spaceship can accommodate at most 100 people, but now it still has many empty cabins that can accommodate you." The robot handed the chip to another robot: "I'm sorry that I can't tell you where the chip is. You can move freely in the sub-cabin, but it's best not to go to other places. If you enter a sensitive area, the defense system will attack you for safety reasons."

"Totally understandable."

"In addition, due to limited supplies, after a certain amount of supply to you, we may use organic matter recycling technology to provide you with new supplies. The conservative estimate is about 50 Earth years later. I hope you don't mind."

In other words, will we start eating shit after 50 years? Fortunately, my brother will leave in more than a month.

"No problem." Baihe nodded in acceptance,

"As for your status and other treatment on the spaceship, we, more than a thousand Trisolarans, still need to discuss it." He led Bailong into the main cabin, where a group of robots were operating in the sub-cabin.

Bailong ate the food handed over by the robot - it looked like high-density compressed biscuits, and he felt very full after eating two pieces.

A few dozen minutes later, the spaceship left the ground and slowly turned into the aerospace port in orbit. The temporary repaired port still showed traces of the destruction of the chaotic era. It seemed that they were afraid that Bai Long would be too lonely. The holographic screen in the auxiliary cabin showed the situation outside the spaceship. He saw the flames emitted by the spaceship when it left the ground burned the bodies of the Trisolarans who were not dehydrated on the ground, and saw the flames of war blooming everywhere on the Trisolaran planet. An inexplicable sense of weirdness rose in Bai Long's heart.

Could this be the legendary mouth cannon that destroyed the country?

Just as Bai Long was boredly watching the scene on the Three-Body Planet, in the central area of ​​the spacecraft, more than a thousand quantum chips were neatly placed on a square instrument. They were connected to the central intelligent array, and a meeting was also held in the virtual space of the array:

"Let me say a few words. Although our fellow compatriots on the ground think that our behavior is tantamount to betrayal, the people in this spaceship are all comrades who share the same ideals as us and find that war is meaningless. In this case, we might as well be pioneers to open up a new world for our fellow compatriots in the future.

Although there is no order from any government agency, our behavior is by no means a betrayal. For this plan, we have paid a lot of compatriots' lives. Therefore, our behavior is undoubtedly sacred and just! I declare that from now on, the Pioneer Committee is established, and everyone present will automatically become a member from the establishment of the committee. Please speak if you have any objections."

"No objection."

"Second!"

"Second!"

"Second!"

...

Bai He was not aware that his empty talk had caused far-reaching impact in the Three-Body World. At this moment, he was well fed and his spaceship was accelerating at low sub-light speeds. He looked at the three stars of the Three-Body System moving farther and farther away, and fell into a sleep with contentment.