Sorry, We Commandeered Your Sun

A notice from the depths of the star sea, with destiny as the postmark, is accurately delivered to the solar system. The content is simple: Your home star—the sun—has been put on an interstellar requisition list for its energy output. From then on, the sunlight that has illuminated the earth for countless years will be extracted according to the scale and become the fuel that continues the last breath of another distant civilization. This is an "express delivery" that cannot be refused, an arbitration without a lawyer. At the end of the notice, there was only an understatement—— "Sorry, we commandeered your sun."