The Stars Have Nothing to Do with Destiny

This is not the ambition on the leader's bridge or the whims of genius scientists. This is our story—those who forged greatness but never truly touched the stars. The United Nations on Earth is brilliant and brilliant, and the starship fleet spans the world. But for data checker Zhou Lei, the sea of ​​stars is just a distant scene in the news and a promotional video on the holographic wall in the office corridor. His world is the wake-up light that rings on time in the morning, the standard nutritional cream that tastes like nothing, the endless interstellar logistics data and the helium-3 loss report from Callisto. He lives at the heart of human civilization, but like the most insignificant screw, he maintains the operation of this huge imperial machine day after day. He yearned for the stars, but was rejected by the Space Force because of his mediocre physical ability. To him, those exciting colonial news and diplomatic breakthroughs were just the background sound of chatting with colleagues during lunch break, and the mist that rose briefly and then quickly dissipated in a bowl of hot ramen after get off work. Until one day, a rumor called "Phoenix Project" shone like a glimmer of light into his step-by-step life. A narrow door leading to the sea of ​​stars, opened exclusively for ordinary people, seems to be slowly opening... Let us leave the perspective of destiny and leaders and lean down to see the most real picture under the Milky Way: how a silent majority, a soul with dreams but trapped in reality, can find its own coordinates in that magnificent era. He may not be able to decide the direction of civilization, but he can choose not to be just a spectator of history.