In a week's time, SS Origin had passed through the orbit of Saturn.
The central computer had calculated the best route to Alpha Centauri. After the warp engine was fully engaged, SS Origin was expected to arrive at Alpha Centauri in fifty years. Elites from Earth civilization would use the colonization equipment onboard SS Origin to rebuild the glory of Earth civilization in that strange and distant galaxy.
As for whether one day they could come back to the solar system and retake the home planet from the hands of those bugs...
It was something that could only be determined a few centuries later.
"Good drink, it's just too spicy...what's its name?"
"Moutai," The old man smiled lightly as he said in a quiet voice, "it's like vodka to Russia. In our country, this kind of alcohol has become a culture."
Although they were both elites of Earth civilization, it did not mean everyone on the SS Origin was equal.
