450,000 Years ago, people from Nibiru came to Earth to mine gold. 450,000 Years later, the company decided to try again.
I am intern Kasolon Beng, and I won the one-man spaceship by drawing lots.
The spaceship crashed and the body was scrapped. In an emergency, I injected my soul into an earth baby.
Woke up and found out: this baby is autistic.
Now I can't even control my peeing and peeing, so I do sensory training in a rehabilitation institution every day.
My mother called me "Dundun" and hoped that I would "return to normal".
I want to say: I am an interstellar explorer and I want to go home.
Open your mouth - "Ah - Mom - ah -"
she cried.
Forget it, no more explanation.
There's no way to go back anyway.
Purpose: Using the eyes of aliens, tear off the romantic label of "Children of the Stars" and let readers see the real dilemma of autistic families with nowhere to escape - some cages have no keys, and love is sometimes just a silent consumption.