The daily work of the Reclamation Corps was exceedingly tedious.
It could be said that, due to the necessary safety redundancy of interstellar travel, half the personnel here had no clearly defined posts or assignments. They idled away their days, and with the lack of resources and equipment around the Solar System, even cultivating seriously was difficult. This was especially true during shifts assigned to Earth orbit, when they had to drift back and forth between the high-orbit space station and the lunar base every day while maintaining their distance from the native society below. It was boredom at its absolute worst.
Who among those bold enough to join the development of the Isolated Star System was not a desperado who lived on the edge of a blade, crazily pursuing wealth and thrills?
The more they were like this, the less they could endure loneliness.
Eleven Standard Years did not sound long, but for most members of the Reclamation Corps, they were torture.
That was just how Genetic Species were.
Iseki could more or less understand why the two big shots above had demanded that they keep their distance from Earth:
In the vast Starry Sky, they had found an Isolated Star System a hundred billion Light-Years from the Central Star Region, already beyond the range of the Light Cone, and this star system contained a life-bearing planet with a certain level of civilization. More importantly, the dominant species on that planet actually matched the mainstream aesthetics of the Central Star Region—or at least one of them. This was absolutely no low-probability coincidence. It had to be the result of some rule-based force with an extremely high degree of connection to the Central Star Region.
This might mean fewer unexpected surprises, but for the major powers that burned vast amounts