Chapter 223 - Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Three, Captain Cook on Mars (1/2)
Chapter 223: Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Three, Captain Cook on Mars
Upon hearing this answer, Tang Yue was slightly taken aback. However, it was to be expected.
“That’s right… I don’t believe it either.” He took out the piece of paper from the envelope. Based on the letter’s contents, he was about to head out to file and fight an unprecedented lawsuit. He wanted to request compensation from an incredulous civilization, to get them to compensate the human civilization of all its losses.
Tang Yue had never been in a lawsuit before. He had never filed it against humans, much less aliens.
He didn’t even know what his opponent would be like. Just based on the tone of the letter, the culprit that sparked off everything had the ability to instantly vaporize millions of stars in an instant. To the humans on Earth, they were no doubt a godlike existence. And Tang Yue was about to face the gods alone, to sue god in court.
This sounded akin to an African gorilla’s lawsuit against a particular human construction company, requesting that they compensate it for the destruction of tropical rainforests.
Humans would probably imprison the gorilla in the zoo and let it tour the globe as a spectacle.
Tang Yue folded the letter into a paper plane and threw it out. “Cut the bullsh*t—! Scram, go back where you came from—! Whoever believes you are stupid—!”
“Wait and see! *ssholes—! None of you are going to f*cking run away! I’ll sue the pants off you—!”
Tang Yue roared at the horizon with all his might.
“Bastards—! F*ck you—! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck your mother—!”
Tomcat sat by the side, watching the paper plane draw out a trajectory like a rock before falling onto the sand.
Tang Yue’s vulgarities had been accepted by the world, but unfortunately, there wasn’t any reply. Exhausted from his shouting, he turned to pat Tomcat on the head. “Let’s go. It’s mealtime.”
“I don’t have to eat.”
“Then return to have a recharge.”
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Tomcat was bent over the desk. With a scratch, it drew out a sixty-degree-angled curve on a piece of paper. Then, it cut out the fan-shaped cutting and used a ruler and pen to mark fine markings in it.
“What are you doing?”
“A sextant.” Tomcat pulled out a thread from the drawer. Biting through it using its teeth, it pulled straight and measured its length.
“Sextant?” Tang Yue wasn’t too familiar with the term.
“An antique from centuries ago. None of you use it these days, but at the beginning of the century, learning how to use a sextant to determine one’s location was a requisite for pilots and astronauts.” Tomcat tied one end of the string to a screw as a weight. It raised it up high and shook it a little. “We will be traversing hundreds of kilometers of desert. Using a sextant will allow us to accurately determine our longitude and latitude. Of course, the premise is that the sextant is precise enough.”
Tang Yue opened a packet of beef. Turning his head to glance at the crude tool in Tomcat’s hand, he realized it was made of easily obtainable materials in Kunlun Station—paper, pen, screws, nails, pen container, thread, multipurpose glue. No matter how he looked at it, it looked crude and simple. He couldn’t help but worry over its precision.
“The simpler something is, the more reliable it is. It’s because often, such simple-looking tools are based on the most basic and stringent mathematical calculations and physical laws. And they do not have any bugs in them.” Tomcat narrowed one eye, using a needle dipped in ink to draw markings on the piece of paper. It held its breath and focused as it drew the lines meticulously. It was as though it was about to carve out a flower from random trash.