The cosmos was vast!
One thousand kilometers above the Ancestral Star's atmosphere, two immense, gyroscope-shaped space stations floated silently in space.
Around them, in several smaller space bases, Mecha robots constantly moved in and out.
"Did you hear?"
"What?"
"According to a reliable source, we've got a superman here!"
"A superman? Aren't we supermen, too?"
"He's different from us genetically modified types. This guy's the real deal—a genuine superman. The kind who can move heaven and earth with a flick of his wrist."
"For real?"
"Absolutely reliable."
Inside the base, two men in military uniforms were talking. Outside, there was nothing but the endless, dark void.
By the twenty-third century, space was no longer an unfamiliar frontier.
Humanity from the Ancestral Star could now travel easily between outer space and their home world.
The number of humans living in outer space was not much less than the number living on the surface of the Ancestral Star.
