2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The light slowly turned on and gradually filled the entire living room.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" Yan Long asked while changing into slippers.

His father, Yan Yiming, has been very busy with work over the years. He rarely eats at home except for breakfast and weekends, so he cooks for himself. Recently, there is an uncle in the family who is very lazy and eats well. It is just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks.

"Order takeout. What do you want to eat?" Yan Muyun threw himself on the sofa.

"Whatever." Yan Long said calmly.

Yan Muyun adjusted his glasses: "Grilled skewers?"

"Okay." Yan Long came over and sat on the sofa next to him. He could see that the other party was going to talk about business.

Sure enough, after Yan Muyun ordered the takeout, he turned around and looked over. His lips moved but closed again, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression seemed a little tangled.

Yan Taki had a vague hunch in his heart that when the other party finally spoke, something would be completely different.

"Yan Long." Yan Muyun rarely called his eldest nephew by his full name, but now his words carried a heavy weight:

"I need you to tell me...the whole truth about my parents, your grandparents' consciousness uploading."

Yan Long frowned slightly, seeming a little confused: "Didn't I tell you?"

Yan Muyun swallowed: "I accidentally learned today that the technology of mind uploading seemed to be legal only last year, and my father... passed away two years ago."

"The consciousness uploading surgery was indeed illegal two years ago, but the cryopreserved human brain project has already been put into trial operation on a large scale. As long as you sign up, you will have the opportunity to participate." Yan Long answered calmly.

Yan Muyun continued to ask: "My dad didn't want to participate in this project at first, and my brother respected his choice, right?"

"Grandpa is very happy in there now." Yan Long said calmly.

"That's true." Yan Muyun had to admit that sometimes the ability of the elderly to accept unfamiliar things is indeed weak. However, as long as they truly appreciate the benefits of technology, most of them will enjoy it.

"I don't want to question or condemn you for not respecting...your grandfather's wishes, because if it were me, I would probably try my best to persuade him to try this technology, or even sign an agreement for him privately. Of course, I I’m talking about the young me now. If I had grown up normally and reached my 50s... I might have made the same choice as your dad."

Yan Long nodded, indicating that he understood.

"What I really want to ask is, how on earth did you circumvent the review of the relevant hospital departments?"

Yan Muyun crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, tapping his fingers unconsciously:

"I checked a lot of relevant information on the Internet this afternoon and found that the government has very strict control over the technology of human brain freezing. First, the consent of the person concerned must be obtained, and then at least one immediate family member who is willing to bear the future costs and obligations must be obtained. Agree. Although you are an immediate relative, you are still a minor and are not qualified to sign a contract. And even if you are an adult, as long as your father does not sign and agree, there will be more processes involved..."

Yan Long's expression was a little helpless, as if he didn't want to hear his uncle teach him these things.

In his eyes, the other party may be just like the middle-aged people who saw inexplicable political or health tips thirty years ago on the WeChat public account, and then showed off complacently to the younger generation at a dinner party.

Yan Muyun noticed his nephew's expression and felt a little embarrassed: "Of course I know you know this very well, I just want to emphasize that I really can't imagine how you can bypass these cumbersome processes."

Yan Long said expressionlessly: "I've told you this before, I have a friend."

"Is your father the hacker high school classmate of the hospital director?" Yan Muyun continued to ask.

Yan Taki was about to nod, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly there was a visible stiffness on his face.

As expected, Yan Muyun took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead and said softly: "I sent a message to Wu Zihan at noon today to ask Teacher Wu, and she just replied to me when she was about to get off work."

The muscles on Yan Long's face twitched slightly, his eyes narrowed and he slowly leaned on the sofa.

Yan Muyun stared directly at his nephew, as if he wanted to see into his heart:

"She asked several of your classmates and found out about a person who barely matched your description. It seems that his name is... Lu Tong. Not only does he have a good relationship with you, but his father is also the director of a private hospital. But he I don’t seem to be particularly good at computer technology..."

"Swarm shipping is convenient and efficient. The goods have been delivered, please accept them."

Yantaki subconsciously raised his head and looked at the other person, and then realized that this was the artificial intelligence in the room reminding him, and it was not his uncle who suddenly changed his career as a delivery boy.

Yan Muyun was also a little speechless. The smart voice at home was really weird to him in some situations.

"Yun, open the window." Yan Long said softly.

The upper part of the floor-to-ceiling window slowly opened, and the small drone placed a plastic box smoothly on the coffee table, then flew out of the window and disappeared into the steel jungle outside.

"Where did I just say?" Yan Muyun regretted taking out the food so early. The sudden episode made him emotionally incoherent.

"You don't need to continue talking." Yan Long stood up and opened the plastic box, took out the skewers and beer and placed it on the table, then sat back on the sofa and said softly:

"I suddenly understand how Xia Houhao and Luo Beiyuan feel."

Yan Muyun looked away from the steaming skewers and raised his head with a surprised expression, but then quickly regained his composure.

Yan Long supported his face with one hand and his eyes wandered a little: "Originally, from what my grandparents and... dad told me, you gave me the impression that you are careless, very emotional, and very impulsive. But in reality After getting along with each other, I found that they seemed to be wrong."

"It's not entirely wrong, at least that's what I was like thirty years ago." Yan Muyun showed a wry smile: "When I wake up in this completely unfamiliar world thirty years later, I am cautious and thoughtful in everything I do. It’s just a bit much.”

Yantaki nodded in agreement: "You are indeed thinking too much. It is good for everyone to muddle through some things as long as they remain superficially reasonable."

The expression on Yan Muyun's face turned gloomy. He realized that the other person's words meant that his worst suspicion was about to be verified.

Yan Taki seemed to look away, and his voice was a little relaxed: "I have anticipated many situations in advance. For example, you want to see my classmate to express your gratitude in person, for example, you want to see with your own eyes where the brains of grandparents are stored... I have plans for these situations.”

"Are you planning to sing the double act with that classmate named Lu Tong to hide it from me?" Yan Muyun smiled bitterly.

"Yes." Yan Taki slowly closed his eyes, looking tired: "But I never expected that a person who 'travelled' from thirty years ago could bypass me and directly investigate my interpersonal relationships. "