I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 230 Under the Starry Night Sky (3)

The roaring sound in the air enveloped everything—the sound of the wind, the voices of people, the clamor of the distant city—all were drowned out by the roaring rocket thrusters. Alice watched the rocket rise from the earth, like a second sun rising from the horizon, except that this sun was man-made.

"For a nascent civilization, the feat of flying into the sky is unimaginable."

The rocket roared, and the second sun shone on the earth. The noisy Trian stopped thinking. On the street, a man stared intently at the bright sky. Then, he saw the glow of the rocket launcher.

First one, then a second, then a third. More and more people witnessed the magnificent sight of the sky as the Vostok carrier rocket, in the public eye, undeniably soared into the heavens.

The earth was breached and illuminated, and then the clouds were pierced and illuminated as the rocket soared into the sky, farther and farther away, until it reached the unimaginable distant frontier, until the boundless universe was knocked on its door and visited by the explorer's fledgling creation.

"Trian tracking normal, radio signal normal!"

"Western Ocean One tracking normal! Radio signal normal!"

The rocket jettisoned its four thrusters and flew toward the planet's orbit. Alice watched the rocket recede into the distance, her heart pounding with excitement, just like everyone else present. She firmly believed that people would eventually break free from the shackles of gravity and soar into the distant heavens.

Alicia pointed her camera at the rocket soaring into the sky. Nothing is more beautiful than human creations that defy perception, and nothing is more awe-inspiring than the real thing that appears beyond human understanding.

The newborn human race had accomplished this. Alice raised her glass high, watching the nation she led take its first steps out of the cradle. What could be more exhilarating than this?

"Separate the first stage rocket, ignite the second stage rocket!"

The spectacle in the sky is beyond the imagination of onlookers, but even more so, the bustling activity at the Trian launch control center is beyond the comprehension of others.

These pure white buildings nestled in the Trian Valley were designed from the very beginning to defy people's perceptions, time and time again.

Here, the brightest minds have access to the most advanced experimental equipment and the treasure trove of the Ministry of Truth. The materials gleaned from previous civilizations can transform any aspiring researcher into a cutting-edge scientist.

Stainless steel materials, general-purpose computers, space exploration engineering, long-range radio communication technology, and the application of magical theories... Projects initiated to meet the needs of aerospace engineering have transformed NASA's Trian Center from a mere space exploration facility into a cutting-edge research and development institution.

And now, the results of this phase are soaring in the sky.

Due to the imperfections in computer technology, the rocket's automation level is relatively low. Each command has to go through several substructures. Everyone is focused on observing the transmitted data. At the front of the launch control center is a huge transparent signal distribution panel. Three rows of large electronic control consoles are embedded with multiple buttons, displays and telephones. In the brightly lit launch control center, engineers wearing light yellow shirts and white lab coats are observing every detail.

"This satellite will orbit our planet once, taking panoramic photos of our planet from equatorial orbit."

The "Qingcao-1" outer space probe is an integrated satellite containing several sub-detection systems, and it has a variety of detection methods, including optical, infrared, electromagnetic wave, air pressure, temperature, and magic-guided detection.

Although the pre-civilization had already explored the star sector where this planet was located more than 10,000 years ago, more than 10,000 years is no different from a minute in the universe.

But a new civilization needs to understand the world on its own.

"This is the radio measurement department. Altitude tracking results are normal; data is normal."

"Control center received."

"Qingcao-1 launch trajectory is normal, we are approaching the Kármán line."

Radio messages came from the launch control center, and scientists listened intently. The advanced large telescopes at the Trian Observatory were tracking the increasingly distant light closely. The radio signal channels were busier than ever before, with communication between wired and wireless signals being incredibly dense for this space launch.

"Altitude surpasses 100 kilometers, air pressure drops to theoretical value! We have crossed the Kármán line, repeat, we have crossed the Kármán line!"

"Western Ocean One received, we are tracking it."

On the ocean, a Liberty ship carrying a huge antenna, the Western Ocean One, belongs to NASA and is an ocean-going space tracking ship. In the vast ocean, the steel ship casts its gaze to the sky, watching the rockets soar into the heavens.

Exciting news came over the radio: the minimum objective of the launch mission had been achieved; the rocket had broken through the Kármán line and, after flying 100 kilometers, had soared out of the planet carrying the hopes of the new humankind.

"Second stage booster rocket separation!!"

In addition to developing rockets, Raffarin also designed high-gain antennas specifically for satellite message transmission at NASA, while large ground-based radio arrays were used to capture the radio waves transmitted by the satellites.

"Fairing separation!"

"Grassland 1 in orbit! Repeat! Grassland 1 in orbit! This is Trian, I declare the launch mission a success! Repeat! This is Trian, Grassland 1 launch mission a success!"

Cheers echoed throughout the Trian Space Center. Alice put down her binoculars, her heart pounding with excitement, just like everyone else around her.

"Alright, let's see what the message from Green Grass No. 1 is."

Raffarin brought out a radio, turned the frequency, and slightly distorted some interference sounds came through the radio.

"n chntcr ham he pokot kocmoдpoma, he эta лeдrhar cnheвa"

(In my dream, I can neither hear the roar of the launch site nor see the desolate, deep sky.)

"a chntcr ham tpaвa, tpaвa y дoma"

(All I could see was the green grass beside the house.)

The first melody of the new humankind, transmitted from the universe, echoed across the earth. People smiled and danced for the sky.

For many, it was just another ordinary day; night fell as usual, and the two moons hung high. But for those near Trian, history would henceforth be written in two parts.

The hands of the new humans touched the sky for the first time.