The ship closed the gate just as the Mugan jumped in.

Holding the uncles in his arms, Mugan leaped to the console, while robot a lifted the Mugan blanket from the side and placed it on the console.

Then the Mugan carefully placed the big heads on the soft bedding.

The ship took off without a hitch.

The robots assembled the craft so well that the Mugan didn’t even notice when they took off, and he was reminded of it by Sigma.

“Mugan! Mugan! ” As the glowing screen swirled the undulating red streaks that alerted him, sigma leaped onto the console, his robotic fingers gently tugging at the corner of the Mugan’s shirt, reminding him to look out the window.

Mugan’s eyes widened as he looked out the window!

The window was flooded with yellow, and as the ship Rose Higher and higher, an arc of darkness formed above the yellow, and Mugan realized that the yellow he had just seen was the color he had left behind.

Yes, this planet is home to Mugan, who was born and raised here.

Unlike the Blue Earth seen in the Atlas, the planet is a barren yellow from space. It’s the same color that Mugan see every day when they open their eyes, gossamer yellow dust clouds slowly move across the surface of the planet, they seem to move extremely slowly, but Mugan knows, is the terrible dust that plagues his home every day.

On the ground, they are terrifying monsters that can travel at up to 50 meters per second!

This weather is also responsible for the Mugan’s daily efforts to plant Mugan grass. This dust storm can turn day into night in a minute or so, and no animal or plant can survive in its path, and the Mugan must constantly replant and plant to ensure they have enough Mugan grass to eat.

Great Hurricanes, great dust storms... these are terrible things for the Mugan, for man has little power, and in the face of the forces of nature, he can only fail, Fail, fail, the violence of nature makes Mugan feel small.

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But now, when viewed from space, the Mugan is so docile.

She looks so quiet.

Yeah, that’s the only adjective that comes to mind in the Mugan.

As the ship pulled away, Mugan watched the smaller and smaller yellow planet unfold before his eyes, until it reached a certain altitude, suddenly he cried out in surprise, “Papa, Sigma, uncle, look! Green! It’s Green! ”

It was hard to tell when they were too close, but now the Mugan spacecraft was so far away from the planet that, from its present distance, the Mugan was surprised to find a bit of rare green among the yellows!

For Mugan, who grew up on this barren planet, green is the rarest color in the world. There are no other plants on the planet except Mugan grass, and as the only plant on the planet, Mugan grass is a yellowish blue that looks no better than mud.

“It’s a Mugan, ” alpha said calmly, as he lay on the console and stared out the window at the barren star. “It’s the Mugan grass you’ve been planting all these years. ”

“A Mugan grass looks yellow, a 100-square-metre Mugan grass looks cyan, but when more Mugan grass come together and stand further away, they look green. ”

After Alpha’s first sentence, he paused, and Euskadi Ta Askatasuna carefully added a few words after him. Euskadi Ta Askatasuna’s voice was as robotic as ever, dry and uninflected.

But as he explained it, the Mugan of green seemed to grow larger and larger, and he saw patches of Mugan grass, tiny plants growing close to the ground, in the face of severe sandstorm weather, they are not discouraged, deeply rooted in the sand at the foot of the sand, they strive to grow to the sky, in the face of the sky, they fearlessly opened the tender yellow shoots --

The buds were so small that the Mugan who lived on them ignored them until this moment, when the Mugan stood so high up in space, the intense dust storms that had once terrorized the Mugan turned out to be a misty understatement, while the Mugan grass that would normally be invisible to the Mugan caught the Mugan’s eye in a more intense color.

It was then that Mugan remembered a couple of sentences he had read in a book.

“When you stand high enough and far enough away, you realize that the troubles that have afflicted you so deeply and caused you so much pain are nothing. ”

“Small and great, never judge exports lightly. ”

Now, he thought, he understood the meaning.

The body shape has not fully opened of the juvenile Zheng Zheng, toward the window to stretch out the hand.

He had a strong, thin hand, not very large, but one that looked like it could hold the planet in one hand.

The palm of the boy’s hand in the air, and finally fell on the smooth cold window, hands on the window, Mugan suddenly turned to the side and look at the same as he is looking at the universe of the robot, he exposed a childish smile.