By the end of August, the fourth rocket launch to the Moon no longer seemed capable of inspiring awe.
After three consecutive lunar landings and the preliminary establishment of the Moon Base, humanity had begun to get used to calling itself a "spacefaring race."
More supplies and an experimental return rocket were also sent to the Moon. They planned to bring an Alien Monster back to Earth for dissection, thereby obtaining information about the creature's physiological structure.
It was by no means an easy task, but fortunately, everyone overcame every problem. It was still broadcast live. The rocket rapidly spewed blue flames before disappearing into the sky, yet the Television Station's ratings were not particularly high.
Over the past few days, a very interesting piece of news had suddenly emerged. The child of an ordinary couple was standing on the brink of death because of a Genetic Defect.
The little boy was only five years old, a truly wonderful age.
He seemed to understand quite a lot. He knew how to comfort his crying mother and haggard father, and he even knew how to show the media an angelic smile.
When people discussed his condition, he could say with great composure that if he failed to pull through, he would simply be returning to God's embrace.
He would live happily there, watching over his parents on the ground from heaven.
When reporters asked him what his greatest wish was, he answered, "I hope that after I die, Daddy and Mommy won't suffer for too long because of my departure."
His appearance easily stirred the empathy of the lower classes, causing them to collectively break down. Several of the Federation's better-known medical institutions believed that treating his illness was pointless.
First of all, medical groups did not understand the causes of