This would be an expedition spanning two hundred years of time and space, and their opponent would be souls of the dead, just like them.
With time frozen at this moment, they were destined not to see the outcome of this expedition. No one would even remember the choice they made in the final second before death.
Even so, this expedition was not meaningless.
Just as Dr. Wu had said, they could not change what had already happened.
But they could still decide what future generations would see and discover when they lifted the lid of the coffin and looked inside this black, cold box.
That would determine what kind of future they themselves would head toward.
That was the meaning of it all.
Faced with their fated deaths, they made a completely different choice from the Gemini.
What they chose to leave behind was hope.
As for the future that came after.
Someone would see it for them.
Zhao Tianhe was a career officer. He had neither the gift for speeches nor the eloquence to persuade others.
He had thought it would take some time to convince his comrades to accept the truth and face death, but it turned out that he had underestimated them.
When they learned that they were already dead or close to dying, their reactions were extraordinarily calm. They were not even as agitated as they had been when they learned that the Gemini had been sunk by their side first.
"So that's what this was all about."
"Haha... I never thought I was already dead."
"But who would've thought the Gemini had opened fire on us before we fired on them?"
"How do I put it? Maybe this is karma, haha."
"What kind of karma comes first? Still, I really don't feel guilty