Zhang Yuan felt empty inside, as if he had lost something precious.
He searched through the data archives unwillingly.
Inside the spaceship, a simple public forum also saw a large number of comments on current affairs.
"…It's really lamentable. The Deep Space Foundation has just fallen. In our era, it was truly a colossal entity… There really is no such thing as eternity."
"Has the government really stopped supporting the Foundation? They can't even allocate a few billion a year?"
"A few billion might not be enough. The Foundation needs to investigate all aspects of society and requires substantial funding support… Haven't you noticed? The financial situation of the Foundation has not been very good for a long time, it was merely sustaining itself on old capital."
"On the contrary, I think it's only natural that the government doesn't support it. It's been a thousand years, who would remember us? In the eyes of ordinary people, allocating such funds is just a meaningless act…"