"Is there no other way? We can pay Moon! I can give them every penny I have in the bank!" someone said to the wealthy Moonian.
The Moonian snickered. "Do you think your bank still exists now? How much money will you pay for a life? If Moon really sends their army, the fifty thousand Neigerian soldiers will probably kill ten or twenty thousand of them. How much are they going to pay for the loss of their lives?
"Moreover, most Moonians won't agree to intervene when they hear this. Although I'm on Eternity now, I won't want Moon to send its people here. It's not worth it!"
The mood in the cabin grew heavy, and the passengers felt even more hopeless. They imagined their future life on Mars. They could only have one slice of toast and half a bottle of water daily. Even deep breaths became a luxury.
The idea made them want to commit suicide.
"What about…" Somebody looked at the Moonian wealthy man. "I think we should try it. Maybe Moon will come to help us!"
"That's right!"
