Time...
With a bang, the glass hatch above the submarine opened, and a long-haired figure shot up from inside, raising
both hands high, her fists clenched tight.
After taking a deep breath, she shouted with boundless energy:
"I'm... the woman who's going to become the Sea Bandit King!"
The giant sloth
Today was Little New Year on the lunar calendar, and at that moment, near an icy island by Santiago in Old Chile, a small boat had
already been drifting for three days.
Although the little boat kept moving forward every day, searching for South America using an Old Generation map, there was a saying that put it
well: seas became fields. Now, a thousand years
later, many places that should have existed on the map had vanished. Up in the sky, there were no longer any satellites staking humanity's claim to space.
Without satellites to assist them, virtually no electronic
signals could travel long distances.
And Yuxuan had gone three days without receiving a signal from the Antarctic Laboratory.
Although the Antarctic Laboratory had built a signal tower, unfortunately, the distance was too great for its signals to reach her.
A few days earlier, the instant she had surfaced, Yuxuan had truly felt the exhilaration of surviving a disaster. At the same time, facing
that endless ocean and the boundless
ice sheet behind her, her body had been cold, but her heart had burned hot.
The past... was past. After a thousand years, no one who knew her would still exist. If human society had continued
to endure, then perhaps she really could
rejoin society now as an ordinary person.
She imagined how far human society might have evolved over a thousand years. Had they already built
spaceships? Could people use
special magnetic trams? Had biological robots already appeared?