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This is the year 2040 AD, an era when mankind strides forward into the sea of ​​stars. The light of controllable nuclear fusion lights up the earth's night. The dome of the moon base reflects the light of stars in the silence. The outposts on Mars are like a few stubborn grains of dust, shining with the glimmer of technology on the red desert. Newspapers and holographic news are filled with optimistic predictions about the future, as if the first chapter of the script for mankind's conquest of the galaxy has been written. But few people know, or in other words, few people are willing to think deeply - is it because the road under our feet has been paved too smooth for us to go so smoothly? Looking up, the deep starry sky is not completely free. An invisible "membrane", a gentle but strong cage, quietly wraps the entire solar system. Scientists call it the "extraordinarily stable heliosphere," and metaphysicians found its name in ancient books - "The Starry Array of the Sky." It is a shelter and a barrier. The dangers outside - those "things" that once caused an unimaginably brilliant civilization to flee in panic - are blocked out by it; we inside are also gently imprisoned by it, living in a carefully designed safety. Earth Federation lawmakers are arguing about the budget, business giants are competing for the Martian mineral deposits, and ordinary people are excited about faster flying cars and more realistic virtual reality. Underneath the prosperity is a kind of collective unconscious laziness: since the solar system is already within our grasp, and since the stars seem to be within reach, why take risks and break this hard-won peace?