Returning to the Past

But how could they get inside the alien spacecraft?

Chen Zhao pondered briefly, then controlled the Machine Slave to raise its hand and knock on the spacecraft's hull.

"Hey, fellow countryman, open the door!" Chen Zhao said.

"Hey, fellow countryman, open the door!" the Machine Slave said as well.

A large group of officials from the United Nations Security Council's five permanent members were watching the contact in real time. Seeing Chen Zhao's move, many of them were left dumbfounded.

This was way too out of left field!

Who the hell was your fellow countryman?

Yet the alien spacecraft actually reacted. It trembled slightly, and an entrance appeared in its smooth hull.

Well then, it actually worked!

Chen Zhao's heart raced, and his hands trembled slightly as he continued controlling the Machine Slave. It approached the entrance and climbed inside on all fours.

The entrance closed behind it.

Thankfully, the signal had not been cut off.

The interior of the spacecraft appeared on the large screen before Chen Zhao, and simultaneously on the screens before the many officials of the United Nations Security Council's five permanent members.

It was not the full interior, only a single compartment.

The compartment was not large. It resembled an interrogation room at a police station, except it had no doors or windows—only gleaming white walls, smooth as freshly melted ice. There were no corners where the walls met the floor and ceiling, only smooth curves. It was a room without sharp angles.

The Machine Slave wandered around this "interrogation room" in confusion but found nothing. Chen Zhao felt that this place resembled the inside of a bubble. He was like a fly that had flown into one.

What did the aliens mean by this?

At least send out a representative to talk!

Finally, the