1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
From early in the morning, the place had been a hive of activity.
Thanks to the Hua Nation, it was not only the endlessly chattering reporters, but also the representatives of civic groups who recited their speeches like parrots and opposition lawmakers who had been making things difficult for them at every turn, as if doing so could solve anything.
However, that was not what truly gave the White House a headache.
With the completion of the Earth-Moon economic integration strategy centered around the Moon Palace spacecraft and the establishment of the Guanghan City Special Economic Zone, they had been thoroughly left behind.
If they had still been able to trade blows with the Hua Nation in the aerospace field some time ago, things had now reached the point where there was almost no hope of recovery.
Frankly speaking, faced with mature Controlled Fusion technology and Plasma Propulsion technology, chemical rockets had been left with very, very little room to survive. They had not lost strategically; they had simply been strangled by technological bottlenecks.
But no matter what, a loss was a loss.
Anyone with eyes could see that they no longer had the strength to continue this space race. The most crucial issue now was not how to win, but how to end it with "dignity."
"Latest news. This comes from the Hua Nation Space Administration... They have announced the roadmap for the Mars Colonization Plan to the United Nations and the International Astronautical Organization. They intend to establish a permanent settlement for two hundred people on Mars within five years, carrying out scientific research and exploration."
"Also, according to the latest intelligence from the Arizona observatory, the Xu Fu colonization ship has successfully left the Earth-Moon System. At its current acceleration, it will reach Martian