Earth Era

When Commissioner Donald received Dean Jiang's report and learned what happened, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed. In any case, it is great news to find a cure for Mo Xiangsheng, even if it is only a partial cure. As for the young couple's possible lack of cooperation, this was not at all considered by Commissioner Donald.

When it comes to the life and death of civilization and the vital interests of the entire civilization, any evil behavior will be justified. But Commissioner Donald wasn't going to force them, that would be too low-level. In his view, as long as sufficient compensation is provided, anyone can easily break through the bottom line originally thought to be untouchable.

However, when Commissioner Donald saw the identity information of the two people and found out that the man's name was Shen Fusheng and the woman's name was Han Yue, there was a loud bang in his head. He checked the information again with some disbelief, confirmed the identities of the two people from the image data, and then slumped down on the chair.

"No matter who it is, why is it the two of them? How could it be the two of them?"

At this moment, Donald's heart was full of bitterness.

Keeping the identities of relatives and descendants secret is a common behavior among high-level governments, but for Donald, who is a political councilor and one of the most powerful people in civilization, these things are naturally no secret. Dean Jiang obviously didn't know their true identities, so he handed these materials to him.

So...how should I deal with it? Will these materials be brought to the Government Affairs Committee for discussion? Or report directly to the head of state Shen Qingyuan?

At this moment, Donald's thoughts were completely confused.

After a long time, Donald made the final decision: "Let's put it down first and see how things progress..."

Capital City No. 1 Mental Hospital. Since being forcibly brought back, Mo Xiangsheng's spirit has fallen into an extremely unstable state. He was no longer as quiet as before, but became extremely irritable. He kept banging against the walls and doors, yelling words that no one could understand, sometimes laughing inexplicably, sometimes crying so hard that he could hardly breathe. He has almost no need for sleep. If he is not forced to sleep by injecting sedatives, he can be troubled for more than twenty hours. But even the injection of sedatives can only make him sleep for a few hours. Once he wakes up, the situation is still the same as before.

"If this continues, he won't be able to hold on for long."

"I've submitted a report to Commissioner Donald, but for some reason, he hasn't gotten back to us."

"If the woman named Han Yue really holds a heavy weight in his heart, the portrait and image information may also be of some use."

"We can give it a try."

Dean Jiang quickly contacted the outside world, and just ten minutes later, a piece of video information was transmitted to his portable computer. It was an edited scene of Shen Fusheng and Han Yue presenting flowers to Huang Yuan's portrait at Dr. Huang Yuan's memorial service.

Several computer experts rushed over and based on this video record, they began to collect all the appearance and behavioral characteristics of Han Yue, and regenerated a new image of Han Yue through certain algorithms. After the processing was completed, the virtual projection device was turned on, and Han Yue's figure immediately appeared in Mo Xiangsheng's room.

Almost as soon as Han Yue's figure appeared, Mo Xiangsheng, who was in a frenzy, calmed down. He looked straight at Han Yue in front of him and murmured: "Come and accompany me."

"Han Yue" smiled and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you, but you have to promise me some conditions, okay?"

"good."

In the control room, Dean Jiang and several experts looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of joy on each other's faces. A computer expert quickly entered something, and Han Yue's virtual image said: "Help me calculate the results of these formulas, okay? I have already teleported to the computer next to you."

"good."

Mo Xiangsheng agreed, immediately turned around, and sat in front of the computer with a focused expression. With his rapid input, the answer appeared in less than five minutes.

The calculations of these formulas are not complicated, but the experts only want to use them to test whether Mo Xiangsheng's calculations and physics talents still exist, and whether there is a plan to induce him to contribute to the super planet accelerator in this way. feasible.

After a moment of inspection, the computer expert nodded to Dean Jiang. This means that Mo Xiangsheng's calculation results are completely correct.

Dean Jiang quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "If the goal can be achieved through this method, then it doesn't actually matter whether the onomatopoeia returns to normal."

Before he finished speaking, in the surveillance screen, Mo Xiangsheng, who had completed the calculation, walked quickly towards "Han Yue", as if he wanted to hug her. The computer expert immediately manipulated Han Yue's image and said: "Onomatopoeia, don't come close to me."

Mo Xiangsheng turned a deaf ear and continued to move forward. The computer expert had no choice but to turn off the projection. Seeing Han Yue disappear, Mo Xiangsheng was slightly startled, and then roared angrily.

Dean Jiang chatted quietly with his colleagues for a while, and then ordered the operator to re-project Han Yue's image. Mo Xiangsheng immediately regained his composure, but still tried to get closer to Han Yue. This time, the operator did not turn off the projection.

Mo Xiangsheng stretched out his hand slightly tremblingly, as if wanting to hold Han Yue's arm. But at the moment of contact, Mo Xiangsheng's hand entered Han Yue's body. He tried back and forth a few times in disbelief, and seemed to realize that this was just an illusion, so he roared again. After that, no matter whether the phantom appeared or not, it would no longer have any impact on Mo Xiangsheng.

"A scam is just a scam after all." Dean Jiang smiled bitterly and said, "I have already seen through the onomatopoeia."

"We may be able to make a doll with the image of Han Yue. With current technology, the doll can be fake and real."

Dean Jiang's expression changed a few times, and finally nodded.

Just five days later, the specially customized doll was delivered to the No. 1 Mental Hospital. It was a robot that used the latest technology and had a perfect human appearance. Its internal supercomputing chip allows it to perfectly imitate every move of human beings, whether it is expressions or movements, words or emotions, or even the touch and temperature of the skin, it can be the same. It can even detect the emotions of the interlocutor and use this to change subsequent conversation strategies.

But as soon as the robot was sent to Mo Xiangsheng's room, it was violently destroyed by Mo Xiangsheng. He seemed to know at a glance that this was not the real Han Yue, and he was not polite at all. After the robot's head was twisted off, several big men rushed into the room, put Mo Xiangsheng to sleep with sedatives, and took away the remains of the robot.

Dean Jiang and his colleagues felt heavy again. To this day, Commissioner Donald has never replied to them, and they gradually know that it seems to be very difficult to get the real Han Yue to cooperate with the treatment.

"In this case, we can only think of other ways. Maybe... we can solve the problem through cloning technology?"

"That's unrealistic. It will take at least more than twenty years for the embryo to develop into the true form of Han Yue. We can't wait that long."

"Or... looking for someone in the civilization who looks and has a temperament similar to Han Yue? There are hundreds of billions of people in the civilization, and you can always find someone who looks similar. Even if they are not that similar, you can achieve this goal through plastic surgery."

"You can give it a try. I will report to Commissioner Donald."

This time, Commissioner Donald’s reply came quickly. In his reply, Commissioner Donald agreed to Dean Jiang’s request and said he would handle the matter himself, asking them to wait for news.

"In that case, let's wait and talk about it later. During this period, our main task is to take care of Onomatopoeia."

At this moment, the new Jupiter orbits.

Busy work on laying down planetary thrusters is underway. Countless spacecraft are shuttled back and forth, and a large number of space engineering equipment are gathered together, covering the sky of New Jupiter like a black cloud.

Professor Laird's spaceship is parked dozens of kilometers away. Standing in front of the porthole of the spacecraft, looking at the busy laying site ahead like a construction site, Professor Laird felt uneasy.

He confirmed that he had considered all aspects as much as possible, and every parameter during the laying process had been repeatedly checked by at least ten research groups, but he was still a little uneasy. Because he wasn't sure whether he was missing something, every scientist on the Scientific Planning Committee was equally unsure.

Today is the day for the propulsion experiment of the first-stage planetary engine. The results of the past period of work will be actually tested today. Although Professor Laird is a staunch atheist, at this moment, he still couldn't help but start praying to all the gods whose names he knew: "Don't make any mistakes, make sure everything goes well..."

A thousand segments of planetary engines. Each section is 500 meters long, and one thousand sections is 500 kilometers.

As time passed, the engineering spacecraft gradually evacuated, and the last batch of test and inspection personnel entered the scene. Two days later, the prosecutors evacuated, and the time for the experiment to begin came as scheduled.

Suppressing his uneasiness, Professor Laird said in a deep voice: "I give the order to start the experiment."

The huge button in front of him was pressed, and a thousand planetary engines started moving at the same time. The cover on their tails opened and bright blue flames began to spurt out. The power they provide will eventually be transferred to the huge planet below through the ubiquitous electromagnetic field.

With the start of the propulsion experiment, the clouds of New Jupiter below were immediately affected. Countless lightning began to crisscross it, and powerful hurricanes were clearly visible at an altitude of tens of thousands of kilometers.

But Professor Laird's attention was not attracted by this spectacular scene. He stared closely at the line of data that suddenly turned red on the display screen, and his heart began to sink.