For a time, factories building escape ships could be seen everywhere across the planet.
They operated twenty-four hours a day.
The robots obeyed their masters' orders and began manufacturing ships with all their might.
All kinds of assembly lines were brought online one after another.
Modular factories started up once more.
Mountains, rivers, oceans, deserts, space—wherever there were resources, there were robots.
They worked desperately to process all kinds of aerospace materials.
And they assembled them.
The goal was simple: to carry out their masters' command and build the escape ships.
Unfortunately, these people regretted it now.
They had once been obsessed with the virtual network, obsessed with immortality.
They had not thought of a cosmic crisis.
Or rather, some people had thought of it, but had always felt there was still plenty of time.
After all, the dinosaurs had ruled for two hundred million years.
Besides, they had the ability to resist ordinary astronomical disasters, such as meteorites.
But they had never expected an alien to arrive now.
And the level of technology it displayed was not something they could contend with.
They could only find a way to flee.
They tried every possible method to build escape ships.
Their goal was long-term survival within the Solar System.
They also understood that escaping the Solar System was impossible.
Fusion ships did not have that capability.
This mainly meant the ships did not have the ability to achieve a self-sustaining material cycle.
As time went on, damage to various parts would gradually make the ships collapse.
Therefore, they needed to remain within the Solar System, with opportunities to approach planets for mining and repairs.
If they left the Solar System, the nearest Star System would still be 4.3 light-years away.
With the current ships, it would take at least