The Wandering Earth
August, 2057.
BJ Dungeon No. 3, Aviation Squadron Dormitory.
Zheng Yingyi lay half-reclined on the bed, his feet still touching the ground, with his neatly packed bundle beside him.
He was suspended from his post for a year, during which time he had nothing to do except for some ground training.
So he wanted to try joining an outside disaster relief team, not only to go outside the underground city and see what it was like, but also to find something to do and make his own contribution.
Otherwise, he was afraid he would go crazy from being so suffocated.
Zheng Yingyi stared blankly at the ceiling.
He had been in isolation since his last flight, and the confidentiality regulations were constantly being memorized.
The clock ticked away.
It's eight o'clock in the morning.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
Zheng Yingyi immediately sat up, smoothing out the marks he had made on the bed, and making sure the bed was spotless and neatly folded into a square.
Then he hurriedly went to open the door.
" Zheng Yingyi?" As expected, it was Zheng Yingyi, a political officer from the Earth Security Force Military Department, holding a document in his hand.
Zheng Yingyi stood at attention and saluted. "Reporting, it's me."
"You want to apply to leave the dungeon and join the rescue team? What's the reason?"
"Report: I'm feeling cooped up in my dorm room and have nothing to do. I'd like to go out and contribute something!"
The officials glanced at him and said, "It's a waste to send a pilot like you out to participate in disaster relief. If you get injured or sick, it will only cause us greater losses."
In the era of the Wandering Earth, everything and everyone has a price tag.
Exchanging high-value goals for low-value goals is a huge waste of human resources.
Just when Zheng Yingyi thought he wouldn't be able to leave, the government suddenly handed him a document:
"But keeping you here for a whole year would be a waste of your time. Here's what we'll do: you sign this document and are temporarily seconded to another project. If you pass the training, you won't need to come back..."
Zheng Yingyi looked down at the documents in his hand.
[Notification of Training and Transfer of the Second Batch of Astronauts to the Navigator Space Station ]
"This is the ' Navigator ' program, which just started this year. If you pass the training, you can become one of the second batch of astronauts to land on the Navigator Space Station."
Zheng Yingyi read to the end and found a familiar name already signed on it.
Ke Jinjun.
He remained silent for a while, then took the pen handed to him by the government officials and signed his name on the transfer document.
Then he looked up and said to the government official, "Thank you."
"Don't be so polite. Pack your things and come with me. I see you've already packed, right?"
"Um..."
With his luggage, Zheng Yingyi quickly left Dungeon No. 3 and was transferred to BJ Dungeon No. 1 the next day via the inter-dungeon transport vehicle.
As one of the earliest underground cities to be put into use, the aerospace training program has been integrated here.
During the era of the Wandering Earth, everything was handled very quickly. Everyone was racing against time to get things done, and there was always a sense of urgency, like their backsides were on fire.
After Zheng Yingyi was assigned a dormitory, he was immediately put to basic tests. After passing those tests, he began training.
He didn't return to his dormitory until evening.
According to the principle of experienced people mentoring new ones, his other roommate was among the first batch of astronauts.
" Liu Peiqiang, Mechanical Engineering."
" Zheng Yingyi was a pilot before."
The two shook hands.
Zheng Yingyi had a good first impression of his roommate; he could tell from his appearance that he was an upright person.
The two quickly started chatting, and the conversation gradually became more in-depth.
During this time, Zheng Yingyi saw a photo that Liu Peiqiang had placed on the table, and the two quickly turned their conversation to their families.
"I have no family left," Zheng Yingyi said, his voice sinking into a somber tone. "They all died in the attack by the Doomsday Shoe Cult."
Liu Peiqiang sighed, offered a few words of comfort, and touched the photo of himself with his wife and children, his eyes welling up with tears.
He also laid out his situation completely.
Even astronauts like him, selected for the Navigator Program and enjoying the highest level of treatment on Earth, still face their own difficulties.
"I only have two slots to enter the dungeon..."
This money was originally intended for his wife and children, but his wife is seriously ill and is now being cared for by his father-in-law.
If those two spots were given to her and her child, it would be sending two people who are unable to take care of themselves into the underground city.
Zheng Yingyi remained silent; he understood Liu Peiqiang's inner struggle.
He either had to abandon his wife or his children...
This kind of choice is extremely difficult.
However,
Even so.
Compared to others, Liu Peiqiang was actually quite lucky.
At least he still has a choice.
Ordinary people outside can only decide their destination by drawing lots.
The lottery results were completely random.
Those who are selected can enter the dungeon.
Those who were not selected had to live in the original urban area where temperatures dropped to tens of degrees below zero, enduring ice, snow, and cold winds, with extremely scarce resources.
"I'll be heading to the space station next June, and then the relocation of Dungeon No. 3 will begin..." Liu Peiqiang closed his eyes, the photo pressed against his chest.
Time is running out for him.
Zheng Yingyi suddenly remembered what had happened a few days ago.
The story of that mysterious organization whose very name evokes longing.
"Perhaps things will improve in the future, Brother Qiang, you don't need to worry too much."
He said this to Liu Peiqiang.
If what those people said that day was true...
Information about the Parallel Spacetime Mutual Aid Society has been communicated to officials of various countries under the leadership of the United Government.
The United Government in the timeline of " The Wandering Earth " was established by the United Nations and is mainly responsible for matters on the Earth's surface, including Planetary Engine.
Even under United Government, the concept of the nation-state still exists, and individual governments still exist.
Below the national government are the governments of the various underground cities.
During the era of the Wandering Earth, due to the inconvenience of transportation, the affairs of each suburban town were actually managed by the respective cities themselves.
National governments are typically only responsible for resource allocation between different cities under their jurisdiction, and for representing their people in discussions within the United Nations regarding the " The Wandering Earth " project.
Meanwhile, some sparsely populated small countries chose to merge in order to possess their own underground cities and increase their voting power in the United Nations. (Official movie setting, please do not delete or ban)
After a brief period of doubt and shock, the countries decided to continue to trust the United Government.
Since its establishment, the United Government has maintained a good reputation, which is why the Wandering Earth Project has been able to continue to this day.
Under mobilization, the United Government sent representatives from its bases in several other countries to BJ Dungeon No. 3.
As agreed with Zhang Tianyuan, they will have their first contact with a parallel universe here.