Meanwhile, many of the somewhat larger conflicts on White Star came to a halt.
Every small faction that still had some intelligence-gathering capability chose to join forces with Faction C and negotiate with Factions A and D, demanding that Alien information be shared.
Because they all wanted to obtain White Star People technology, or at least wait until the situation stabilized before fighting again.
Otherwise, they might very well end up fighting for nothing.
At this moment.
On the satellite.
White Ball had successfully established communication with Country A's two astronauts.
Both sides were communicating in code.
Astronaut Belang asked, "Excuse me, excuse me, what is your name?"
"Name? I have no name, only a designation. My designation is No. 72," White Ball said.
"Then where are you from?" Belang did not think the other party was a native of the satellite.
They had long since explored the satellite by every available means. Its surface was barren and empty; it could not possibly support a large civilized society.
Unless the other party's social model was completely beyond their conventional understanding.
"I come from outer space. I am an observer." White Ball's words were half true and half false.
Wenren Sheng watched the other party put on an act.
Of course, when lying, one could not lie completely.
After all, no one was stupid. Trying to fabricate a flawless origin story was basically impossible.
From culture to the scientific tree, from language to personality, if one tried to fake everything, too many contradictions would appear.
Thus, a forgery had to be nine parts truth and one part falsehood, like forging an antique: ancient paper, ancient ink, ancient calligraphy, but the hand of a modern person.
"Outer space? Do you mean outside the universe?" Belang asked excitedly.
"Yes, outside your universe."