"Marus, what are you doing?"
A deep voice came from behind, making the small, scrawny, lower-class Proxima Centauri person's body jerk in fright.
Marus was the collective name for lower-class Proxima Centauri people like them, hatched in incubation centers.
Congenital deficiencies, compounded by various factors after birth, left them extremely small and scrawny.
With their generally low intelligence, they occupied the lowest rung of the Proxima Centauri Civilization, handling the simplest, most exhausting work. Atoka, who had been executed a few years earlier, had been one of countless Marus.
The scrawny Marus had no time to think. He quickly turned around and placed his forelimbs on top of his Thought Organ.
There was a simple reason: only upper-class Proxima Centauri people addressed them that way.
"My lord, I, I..."
Marus did not even dare raise his head to see who was speaking.
His body trembled violently. His Thought Organ raced, yet he could not come up with a single plausible excuse.
For the first time, he hated his inferior Thought Organ this much.
"Forget it. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off!" The deep voice gradually receded with the footsteps. "Get back to work, or else..."
Marus breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.
He cautiously looked in the direction the voice had gone.
A flash of gray!
A chill ran down his back.
Mars.
Inside Mars City One.
"Professor, Bai Yixuan and his team have sent back their first analysis report."
Zero's synthesized voice rang out in Lü Yongchang's office.
"Hmm?"
Lü Yongchang quickly raised his head and looked at the holographic image lighting up before him. "Sharp Mountain?"
"They chose a site NASA had explored..."
Lü Yongchang nodded to himself.
It was a good choice.
Rather than wandering around aimlessly