Swallow the Sun

In 2150, the Milky Way is still spinning at 250 kilometers per second and rushing toward the giant attraction source at 600 kilometers per second. Dragging the third spiral arm, the solar system is brought into a special region spanning a distance of several light-years in diameter. This area is just a ripple in the endless cosmic space where various physical rules cancel each other out, and gravity and magnetism are chaotic. Under the interference of unknown cosmic forces, the sun is losing fission material at a rate tens of millions of times faster than before. Moreover, as it approaches the central area of ​​​​this ripple, the speed of devouring light and heat increases geometrically exponentially every day. The sun is gradually extinguishing, and the nearest red dwarf three-star system, which is only four and a half light years away from the sun, has become the only external condition that may provide heat for life on earth. When all external dependence on others and the backing from the sun disappears, where should we go? Others are ultimately unreliable, and the earth will never perish, but we, these parasitic little carbon-based ants, must borrow a pair of wings that can span the stars?