Outside That Gentle Eternal Night

In 2100 AD, mankind entered the "womb age". Controllable nuclear fusion provides unlimited energy, and the fully immersive VR "intelligent network" builds a perfect virtual paradise. In that digital code with no hunger, no pain, and even no death, human beings handed over the baton of evolution, huddled in underground bunkers, and peacefully dreamed of dreams that lasted for billions of years. The real world has become a low-resolution wasteland, and looking up at the stars has become a meaningless eccentricity. Luo Xingye, the last gravekeeper on earth suffering from "reality attachment disorder". He did not want to rot in a perfect dream, so he stole the "Don Quixote", an unfinished industrial spaceship half a century ago. This is a "cosmic road movie." There are no alien fleets, no lightsaber firefights, and the biggest enemies are the cold rocket equation, the second law of thermodynamics, and gravity. This is a "hymn to the arrogance of mortals." When the door of the virtual paradise is smashed by the laws of physics, humans choose to tear down the stars and use them as weapons to prove that even insects have the right to open their eyes and look into the real abyss. "Please leave me the real hells."