When a person looked at a problem, they couldn't always weigh everything from a utilitarian perspective. Otherwise, they would no longer be human, but a machine.
After watching the efforts of all ordinary humans in the wasteland against this disaster, Su Mo could not calm down for a long time, even though he had been lying in bed for nearly twenty minutes. Unlike large-scale Underground Shelters, the people currently on the leaderboard—except for the last place, which relied on stacking people like human pyramids just to carry over two hundred passengers on their copper sand ships—all the other boats and ordinary refugees conveyed a trait unique to humanity: Thought!
The alien race's ships all came from plagiarism! They plagiarized the vessels that humanity had invented on Earth to survive, stay alive, and live a better life. In their stolen designs, Su Mo saw absolutely no collision of intellectual sparks, nor did the alien race show any original ideas.
