"James, is there any response from the communication system?"
The haggard-looking James shook his head: "I'm sorry, General Jones, we have been sending out signals at regular intervals, but..."
"No no no... don't say sorry." With grizzled hair, General Jones extended his hand to pat James on the shoulder. "We already knew the answer, didn't we? Hence, not receiving signals is within our expectations. As long as we've done our best, that is enough."
Seeing James hesitate to speak, General Jones once again smiled gently: "Continue to stand by your post, young man. You should know that we see your efforts."
The young James nodded emotionally, stood up straight and crisply saluted, then turned and left. Just as he was about to exit, General Jones's voice rang out from behind: "James! Remember, if we are to stay in this world forever, then I hope that when we eventually conquer this world, every single person here can enjoy the jubilation of success... Take care of yourself."
