Deep Space Fleet

Senior Brother Zhao blinked his eyes: "A hundred years ago, Mr. Qi Yuanshan had already calculated the appearance of the Earth Era, and the rest of the conclusions were given by him..."

"Unfortunately, he didn't give a stronger conclusion."

"The history of the new civilization has not laid a real theoretical foundation so far. We need more geniuses to participate in it, and we need more accurate historical samples... The Deep Space Foundation on Earth has undertaken such a task."

The doubts in Zhang Yuan's heart grew even bigger.

It's incredible that someone wants to predict the future!

Seeing his expression, Brother Zhao smiled without saying a word.

After a long silence, he said again: "Do you know what kind of civilization the earth civilization is in the calculation?"

"What civilization?"

"Mediocre civilization."

Is earth civilization mediocre?

Zhang Yuan doesn't think so, at least for now it is still thriving.

Finally, Zhao Qingfeng threw out another sentence: "Don't believe it, pessimistic scientists actually account for a huge majority."

"Brother Zhao, do you also have pessimistic expectations?"

"That's right..." Zhao Qingfeng said again: "Your father was also a member of the scientific council and made great contributions to this discipline. Unfortunately, he didn't see today, our departure..."

"If you want to know about calculations in this area, you can visit Professor Lin Fangzheng of the Science Council. I think he will welcome you very much..."

Zhang Yuan's strong curiosity was aroused, Senior Brother Zhao refused to say anything more, he hated him so much that his teeth itch.

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

In the next few days, it would be boring to be idle anyway. Zhang Yuan applied to Academician Ding for more work projects, including the design of the mathematical foundation of the new civilized industry.

Before hibernation, you can do as much as you can, and there are no hard and fast rules.

It's always a good thing to keep yourself busy and not think about it.

Immediately afterwards, he bit the bullet again, couldn't bear the strong curiosity, and went to visit Professor Lin Fangzheng, the chairman of the scientific council.

This is a kind-looking middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor, which is a bit like Professor Wang Zhong's temperament, but more kind.

"You are already a sixteenth-level job, aren't you?"

"Yes, it was just evaluated." Zhang Yuan nodded. He has done a good job recently, and his ability is sufficient, so that his job level has skyrocketed.

Usually, postgraduates only have tenth-level posts.

"Very good! I read your paper on turbulence...By the way, do you know anything about the motivation theory of dreams?"

"Motivation theory? I have read Professor Wang Zhong's paper."

The two chatted casually for a few words, and Zhang Yuan gradually relaxed. Scholars of this type are easy to discuss. As long as you have real talents and real learning, the two sides are equivalent to standing on the same starting line, and there is no big difference between high and low.

Professor Lin Fangzheng nodded and said: "...my research direction is mainly the history of new civilizations, which has a lot to do with motivation theory. This subject is too complicated, and more geniuses are urgently needed to perfect this subject."

Zhang Yuan said: "In the future, I can try to learn. Anyway, after waking up from hibernation, I have a lot of time."

Lin Fangzheng: "That's good, I will send some materials to your mailbox. If you are interested, you can take a look... If you have any good ideas, you can also try to write some related papers and send them to me .”

"The history of earth civilization will bring a qualitative change to this subject, and we must seize this opportunity."

Zhang Yuan was inexplicably amused, a political subject masquerading as mathematics sounded less disgusting. Even the rulers of the earth support this discipline. I don't understand why these experts have such great skills.

After bidding farewell to Professor Lin, Zhang Yuan returned to his bedroom and sighed slightly.

He began to read this famous but somewhat mysterious subject with a little trepidation...

a day later.

His face turned red and turned blue as he put down the materials, as if he had been convinced in his heart.

Just scratching the surface, he felt that his knowledge reserve was not enough.

This discipline seems to come from the mysterious chaos. It is hard to imagine the amazing talents of the creators of this discipline.

When he was reading, the delicate structure made him even want to be overwhelmed!

However, unfortunately, this subject gave birth to an ultimate prophecy: Earth civilization is nothing but a mediocre civilization.

...

In the next ten months, Zhang Yuan gave full play to his workaholic characteristics and became extremely busy. He has published several papers one after another, one on the application of Ricci curvature flow in industrial design, and the other on the method of topological barrier theory, all of which have aroused good responses.

However, because the total population is relatively small, it always feels weak.

The entire living environment is undergoing drastic changes, and people are entering hibernation every day.

When I think about saying goodbye to this era, no matter what I do, it seems to lose its original meaning.

This feeling is very strange.

Perhaps, humans are social animals. If only one person lives in the world, even if he lives forever, it doesn't make much sense.

On this day, it will finally be Zhang Yuan's hibernation batch.

"Come on, let me toast you!"

After finishing the last work summary, Academician Ding and Senior Brother Zhao are seeing him off. The other good friends, Li Zhendong and Ye Kaifu, have already hibernated, and it was Zhang Yuan who sent them away.

when!

Zhang Yuan just touched the glass with his lips and drank a little of the boiled water inside.

In order to prepare for hibernation, he has not eaten for two days, and only injects a little glucose regularly to maintain body functions. My stomach is empty, but under the effect of the medicine, I don't feel any hunger.

"Have you bid farewell to your friends on Earth?"

"Farewell."

Zhang Yuan couldn't say anything unnecessary. He has sent videos one by one with his friends on Earth and received many blessings.

Probably because of the injection of hibernation potion, Zhang Yuan felt his head was groggy, with a slight sluggishness.

This dullness also concealed a series of depression and loss before hibernation.

"Go, after a while, we will also enter hibernation." Academician Ding shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "This era will eventually pass. Don't be too sad, our group of people must do this well." Mentally prepared for..."

Soon, Zhang Yuan came to the hibernation report office.

A middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Do you have any regrets?"

Zhang Yuan thought for a while, and finally said: "Not anymore."

"Your property?"

"It's been arranged."

Then, he signed his name on the agreement.

With the support of two nurses, Zhang Yuan lay quietly in a rectangular hibernation device. Then, the nurses injected a certain amount of medicine into Zhang Yuan again.

To put it vividly, these hibernation chambers are like drawers embedded in a large cooling device.

Everyone has less than two cubic meters of space, but with such a small space, they have to sleep peacefully in it for hundreds of years.

A drowsy heaviness came over my mind.

Although the nerves have been completely paralyzed, the painful feeling of giving up still cannot be stopped.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan couldn't help feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Don't worry, the failure rate of the hibernation chamber is less than one in a million."

"If there are no special circumstances, your hibernation time this time is 183 years, and then you will wake up and work for about two years..."

183, very long, really long.

In the nurse's gentle voice, Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly dimmed.

"In three months, I'm going to hibernate too."

"Hey, yes..."

These are the last two words that I heard in a haze.

Immediately afterwards, the hibernation chamber closed, and the ultra-low temperature liquid submerged him, freezing his life.

The world fell into darkness, like a series of hallucinations at the moment of dying.

All the memories in life floated in my mind, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, university... Countless wonderful memories. The conversation with my father, the memo on Earth, and the stories that happened on the spaceship...

Goodbye, this era.

At this moment, time has changed from a slow snail to a raging wild horse.

From birth to death, from failure to success, love and joy, pursuit and struggle, excitement and frustration, everything, everything, all condensed into a lonely and meaningless singularity...

Some stories happened.

Some stories are over...

Many stories happened.

Many stories end...

10 years……

20 years……

30 years……

100 years……

183 years!