The First Superhuman: Rebuilding Civilization from the Moon-Chapter 128: The Dark Forest

The wait of more than half a month was agonizing. For the first time, people felt that the speed of light was frustratingly slow. A simple round-trip message took over ten days...

During this agonizing period, a frenzy of debate surrounding the "Dark Forest Theory" swept through the Noah. People obsessively analyzed the theory, desperate to find logical loopholes and calculate the actual probability of humanity going to war with the approaching alien vessel.

"The Dark Forest Theory relies on several strict prerequisites: an unbreakable chain of suspicion, the fact that destroying a civilization is easier than communicating with it, sudden technological explosions, and the existence of world-ending weaponry. However, I believe the core flaw in the theory is the assumption regarding the density of interstellar civilizations!"

In the Noah’s largest indoor bio-dome park, a group of people sat in a circle on the manicured lawn. Artificial sunlight beamed down from the domed ceiling, illuminating the grass and the carefully curated insect life below.

Due to the emergency, all non-essential laboratories had been shut down, forcing many researchers into a "reluctant" vacation. A massive amount of power and industrial bandwidth had been redirected exclusively toward the mass production of nuclear warheads.

The middle-aged man leading the discussion was a prominent cosmologist. Beside him stood a portable whiteboard covered in complex equations and diagrams. Tapping a marker against the board, he continued, "If interstellar civilizations are incredibly sparse and rare, there is absolutely no economic or strategic need for them to wage war over resources..."

"Look at our own history on Earth. Every major conflict between nations ultimately boils down to a single concept: self-interest. This principle applies not just to nations, but to entire civilizations. If the cost of waging an interstellar war outweighs the potential spoils, then a pre-emptive strike is highly illogical and unlikely."

The crowd nodded, following his logic. But a young woman suddenly raised her hand and stood up. "Professor, I have a counterpoint..."

"We have absolutely no idea what their social structure or moral framework looks like," she argued. "What if this species is inherently belligerent or fundamentally irrational? What if they operate like a hive-mind swarm(Zerg)? In that scenario, the probability of war is exceptionally high."

Humanity had long fantasized about the horrors of the cosmos. While the idea of a purely irrational, mindless species achieving interstellar flight seemed contradictory, the universe was vast. Who could say for certain that such a nightmare didn’t exist?

The cosmologist nodded solemnly. "You make a valid point. That is exactly why we are currently stockpiling nuclear weapons as fast as our factories can produce them..."

Given their limited time and technological bottlenecks, humanity’s advanced space weaponry like electromagnetic railguns and lasers were still highly experimental prototypes. Therefore, the most reliable stopgap measure was the mass production of thermonuclear warheads. While nuclear missiles were slow and relatively easy for an advanced civilization to intercept, humanity had no other viable options. It was a desperate, last-minute effort. The faster the stockpiles grew, the safer everyone from the average citizen to the highest-ranking official felt.

Jason stood on an observation catwalk inside the Aegis Industrial Complex, watching the assembly lines churn out an endless stream of warheads. Some were standard deuterium-tritium hydrogen bombs; others were the more advanced Helium-3 variants.

They were also producing a massive number of standard atomic fission bombs. Humanity had an abundance of refined uranium. If they survived this and didn’t need the bombs, they could always dismantle them later for fuel.

"We just don’t have enough time. If only we had a few more years to develop..."

He couldn’t stop muttering the same lament. The situation had escalated so suddenly. They were completely out of time...

In his mind, there were three primary scenarios that would inevitably lead to war.

First, the approaching civilization was hyper-aggressive and trigger-happy. They might view humanity’s warning shot as an unprovoked attack and retaliate in "self-defense." Alternatively, they might have already seen through the disguise, recognized humanity’s primitive tech level, and decided to swat them like bugs.

Second, the aliens could be a sadistic, monstrous species a civilization that derived cultural or psychological satisfaction from the total eradication of lesser races. The universe was vast and dark; it was impossible to rule out the existence of such a predatory culture.

Third, there might be some inexplicable cosmic benefit to wiping out other civilizations, perhaps a religious imperative or some resource harvesting mechanic beyond human comprehension. It sounded like pure science fiction, but given how little humanity actually knew about the universe, nothing could be completely dismissed.

The lack of concrete data was maddening. Even the most brilliant minds on the ship couldn’t formulate a foolproof strategy. Every action they took was a calculated gamble to maximize their odds of survival, but all of it rested on two massive assumptions: that the universe was not a purely Dark Forest, and... that this ship did not belong to the same civilization as the Martian UFO.

If the alien thought process even remotely mirrored human psychology, or the survival instincts of any terrestrial animal, they would inherently understand the concept of risk versus reward. If they understood how to seek advantage and avoid harm, then an unprovoked war was highly unlikely.

"I just hope they aren’t some twisted, volatile species that starts shooting the second they feel threatened..." Jason muttered to himself, his eyes locked on the growing arsenal of nuclear missiles. Even if it meant mutually assured destruction, he was determined to prove that humanity would not go quietly into the night.

As the days ticked by, the tension aboard the ship reached a boiling point. The astrophysics team monitored their instruments around the clock. At the edge of the Solar System, the sun’s light was incredibly weak, and the ambient reflection was far too dim for standard optical telescopes to track the incoming vessel.

Logically, if an advanced alien civilization wanted to remain hidden, humanity would never be able to spot them. However, this specific ship was venting a staggering amount of thermal energy, lighting it up like a beacon on their infrared sensors!

"This massive heat bloom could be engine exhaust... but that doesn’t make sense. Even if the universe isn’t a Hostile Wilderness, there’s no strategic benefit to broadcasting your position this loudly, is there?"

Dr. Arthur Lambert paced the floor of the observatory, gesturing wildly in bewilderment. "This heat signature is bizarre. It registers like a continuous nuclear detonation... Are they using external nuclear pulses for propulsion?"

Dr. Lambert was a scientist Jason deeply respected. Despite his youth, Lambert possessed a brilliantly unorthodox mind. He had a knack for approaching impossible problems from completely unexpected angles.

"Impossible. We haven’t detected the distinct gamma-ray flashes associated with nuclear detonations," Jason replied, shaking his head. "Furthermore, the energy conversion efficiency of external nuclear pulse propulsion is far too low. It could never accelerate a vessel of that mass to 0.4c..."

Lambert nodded emphatically. "Exactly! That’s my point. Their entire approach is completely irrational. They could have entered the system far more discreetly, but instead, they’re burning hot and loud. It feels almost... desperate. Like they don’t know what they’re doing."

"A true interstellar civilization should be infinitely more sophisticated than us... This behavior contradicts everything we assumed. We’ve even intercepted their stray radio emissions! That’s incredibly sloppy. Even if the galaxy is peaceful, a civilization capable of light-speed travel wouldn’t be this careless, right?"

"What are you getting at?" Jason asked, his brow furrowing.

Lambert’s eyes practically glowed with manic excitement, his words spilling out faster and faster. "I see two possibilities! First, they’re novices! They might have just cracked the secrets of interstellar travel and have no idea what they’re doing. They might not even know about the Dark Forest Theory!"

"Second, and more likely: their ship is heavily damaged! They could be limping along, suffering catastrophic system failures... They might have crash-burned into our Solar System in a blind panic, desperately seeking raw materials and fuel to repair their ship!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"In either scenario, they are in no position to start a war! This plays perfectly into our hands! Our ’Space Fortress’ bluff will terrify them, and if we play our cards right, we might even be able to extort them for advanced technology!"

Jason shot to his feet, a cold sweat breaking out across his back. Lambert’s theory was absolute madness. Not only did he want to bluff an alien warship, he wanted to blackmail them...

Jason paced the length of the room, turning the insane idea over in his head.

No. It’s too reckless. Humanity didn’t lack theoretical research directions; they lacked the time to develop them safely. He had to remain cautious paranoid, even. Getting greedy now could get them all killed!

"...Our optical arrays should have a visual on the ship in a few days. We’ll make our decision then!"

Regardless of the theories, they needed to confirm the enemy’s disposition first. If the aliens opened fire immediately, planning an extortion scheme was pointless. Jason rubbed his temples, realizing the sheer stress was making him erratic. He was overthinking things again...