The First Superhuman: Rebuilding Civilization from the Moon

Aside from the brief scare regarding the "suspected nuclear explosion" anomaly, daily life continued as normal.

Thanks to the abundant resources harvested from Planet GB131, construction on the Titan-class frigate had officially commenced. The massive shipyard was positioned at the rear of Deep Space. Given the Federation’s current industrial capacity, they could only build one of these behemoths every two years...

It was a sunny and pleasant day or rather, the climate-controlled weather in the residential zones was always perfect.

At seven o’clock in the morning, the citizens woke up to start a new day. Children headed to school, and adults reported to their respective jobs. Everyone was busy, but the days were deeply fulfilling.

Aboard The Noah, the vast majority of the population worked as researchers. Manual labor was virtually extinct, having been entirely replaced by automated robotics. Creative and intellectual work became the primary focus, making people much more willing to dedicate their lives to their careers.

The Federation had actively guided this cultural shift, constantly proposing new goals and ideals, both large and small. Whenever a milestone was reached, the public shared a profound sense of collective accomplishment.

Extreme post-scarcity affluence had simplified human nature. The cutthroat scheming and backstabbing of the past had vanished. There was no longer any need to flaunt wealth, in fact, the society had completely abandoned the concept of currency. Virtually everything was free.

Thanks to their neural implants, everyone possessed highly elevated cognitive abilities, and their work efficiency dwarfed that of their ancestors.

However, pushing the absolute boundaries of cutting-edge science still required innate talent and intuition. Only a select few possessed the genius required to fight on the front lines of theoretical research.

The majority of the population, lacking this extreme specialized talent, naturally distributed themselves across various professions based on their personal passions, becoming engineers, designers, doctors, journalists, and so on. In many ways, this modern social hierarchy was infinitely more rational than the capitalist systems of a century ago.

Currently, the research and development sector of Noah was branching out in countless directions, far too many for Jason to micromanage personally. Broadly speaking, however, they fell into three primary categories: dark matter physics, nanotechnology, and genetic engineering.

These fields represented the hallmarks of Level 2, Level 3, and Level 4 Interstellar Civilizations, respectively. Humanity was only just scratching the surface, yet they could already see the boundless potential these technologies offered.

Aside from the steady march of scientific progress, the massive mining and smelting operations on Planet GB131 were running flawlessly.

Despite the sheer scale of the operation, it required surprisingly few human operators. Humanity had been perfecting automated mining and smelting for over a century; the entire industrial loop was fully autonomous, requiring almost zero manual intervention.

Beyond science and industry, there was one other paramount pillar of society: education!

On this particular day, at the primary junction connecting the Noah and Deep Space, a teacher was patiently lecturing a class of over twenty young students.

"Ignorance and stupidity are not the greatest threats to survival; arrogance is. We have absolutely no right to be arrogant. Our continued survival depends entirely on our mothership and the rigorous application of science."

"There are still countless mysteries in the universe that we simply do not understand, including the ancient origins of The Ark itself... We must always maintain a healthy reverence for the unknown."

This was a basic cosmology class, designed to instill foundational values and a healthy worldview in the younger generation.

The students, mostly around fourteen years old, were whispering excitedly among themselves, barely paying attention to the lecture. They were distracted because turning fourteen meant they were finally granted the security clearance to leave the gravity rings of The Noah and enter the zero-gravity environments of Deep Space!

While automation had replaced countless jobs aboard The Ark, including the vast majority of the service sector, the teaching profession remained sacred and untouched. The Federation had always prioritized human-led education.

The teacher wasn’t bothered by the rowdy students; fourteen was notoriously the most rebellious age. Furthermore, she knew that core values like "reverence" couldn’t be taught with mere words, they had to be experienced.

Reverence for the universe? Impossible! How could these sheltered children truly comprehend the concept of "reverence" without ever witnessing the terrifying scale of the cosmos firsthand? Besides, they hadn’t received their neural implants yet; they were still baseline "natural" humans, lacking the advanced emotional regulation of adults.

By law, citizens only received their neural implants at age twenty-two, after their biological brains had fully matured.

During their pre-adult years, adolescents only received foundational education. The curriculum wasn’t overly complex; it focused heavily on developing critical thinking, logical reasoning, and exploring personal passions.

Once they reached adulthood and received their implants, they could seamlessly absorb advanced, specialized knowledge in whatever field they chose.

Looking at the noisy classroom, the teacher smiled knowingly and continued her lecture. "The evolution of civilizations often follows similar patterns. For example, in ancient times, almost all primitive cultures eventually adopted gold as a universal equivalent for trade. Because our early intellect was limited, we were bound by our biological instincts, repeatedly falling into the same historical traps..."

"Only by studying history can we avoid these civilizational pitfalls. We must remain united..."

In the middle of this serious lecture, a boy named Tom suddenly snickered, prompting several of the girls nearby to start giggling as well.

"Alright, everyone. I can see that no matter what I say, you aren’t going to truly understand," the veteran teacher said, dropping her formal tone. "Why don’t you experience the universe for yourselves? Consider this a practical spaceflight lesson! Spaceflight maneuvers are technically a course for sixteen-year-olds, so consider yourselves lucky."

The teacher stopped lecturing entirely, looking at the excited teenagers with a fond smile. She remembered receiving this exact same practical lesson when she was their age. It had left an indelible mark on her soul.

It was the kind of core memory that lasted a lifetime!

Now, it was time to pass that experience down to the next generation. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. According to Federation educational guidelines, this specific practical lesson was mandatory for every single child.

The class had arrived at one of the primary observation decks on Deep Space. Because this sector lacked artificial gravity, the students were all wearing lightweight power armor, their boots anchored to the deck plating via electromagnets.

The moment they heard the word "spacewalk," the chatter died down, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated excitement. They had only ever seen extravehicular activities on screens; they had been too young to experience the void themselves.

"Alright, settle down and stand still. Let the security officers secure your safety tethers," the teacher instructed.

Hearing this, the rowdy kids immediately formed an orderly line. A squad of stoic security officers quickly stepped forward, latching high-tensile nano-carbon tethers to the anchor points on the backs of the students’ power armor.

The other end of each tether was spooled into a heavy-duty mechanical winch. The cables themselves were incredibly thin. barely the thickness of a standard earphone wire yet they were engineered to withstand several metric tons of pulling force in standard Earth gravity.

Once the security captain confirmed every student was securely locked in, the teacher formally handed temporary custody of the class over to the military escort. She then walked over to the control panel and unlocked the outer airlock doors of the observation deck.

Instantly, the atmosphere was forcefully cycled out of the room, plunging the deck into a true vacuum.

The children were buzzing with adrenaline, shouting excitedly over their localized radio communicator if they were on a thrilling outdoor field trip.

This was their very first time standing face-to-face with the true universe. It was pitch black, perfectly silent, and infinitely vast, holding countless terrifying secrets. And now... the only thing standing between them and the lethal void was a thin layer of power armor.

Standing on the edge of Deep Space, these sheltered kids didn’t feel an ounce of reverence; instead, they were overwhelmed by a burning desire to explore. Their curiosity completely eclipsed any sense of fear.

Looking down at Planet GB131 being systematically dismantled and conquered by automated Federation machinery, the children only felt a supreme sense of human invincibility.

"Alright!" the teacher’s voice crackled over the communicator. "You may now disengage your magnetic boot locks and experience true zero-gravity. You are authorized to step off the edge of the deck and experience untethered spaceflight... Minimum thrust on your ion packs is permitted."

"Tom, you go first. The winch will keep you safe! I promise I’ll reel you back in after ten minutes," the teacher said, her voice laced with a sweet, dangerous smile.

Tom was the resident troublemaker of the class. He hated studying, was notoriously disruptive, and was officially classified as a problem student.

He had been practically vibrating with impatience since they arrived. The second the teacher gave the green light, he eagerly threw himself off the edge, plunging headfirst into the abyss.

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