To say the least, the advent of Quantum Communication gave them an unprecedented sense of security as they ventured into space for Interstellar Travel.
The most terrifying thing about venturing into space was losing contact with civilization and becoming a fleet adrift in the universe.
There was no day or night in the universe.
In the silent, pitch-black vastness of space, there was only eternal night.
Inside the warship, where time was synchronized with Blue Star and day and night were simulated, a young man sitting in a comfortable chair spun around and called out with a grin to the middle-aged man who was yawning and looking half asleep:
"Uncle Liu, were you up late again last night?"
Hearing someone call him, the middle-aged man whom the young man called Uncle Liu shook his head, managing to wake himself up a little.
"Xiao He, have you packaged all the data?"
"All packaged. It's ready to send back to Blue Star anytime."
At that, Liu Qingshan stood up and stretched. "Send it over. The night-shift crew should be coming to relieve us soon.
"There's a new movie coming out tonight. Don't miss it."
The young man grinned and shrugged. The two of them showed no sign of a superior-subordinate relationship, much less any scheming.
Everyone else aboard the warship was already in hibernation. Only sixteen people remained on duty, rotating through eight shifts.
With Uncle Liu's permission, the young man, just as he had the last time, casually pressed the Enter key on the holographic keyboard.
The next second, red alarms blared throughout the control room. A huge red exclamation mark appeared on the Holographic Projection, and the Artificial Intelligence's warnings filled their ears.
"Transmission interrupted! Warning! Warning! Warning!"
"Attempting to reconnect..."
"Connection failed..."
"Initiating emergency Quantum Communication link..."
"Warning! Warning!