From black technology to super engineering

After watching the three prophets leave the office, Hall sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

He has always known how difficult it is to "see the Paradise" face to face - this is not a matter of standing in front of the Paradise from a distance and just taking a glance, but that he has to connect his consciousness to the Paradise through a brain-controlled device, and interact with Wanyu. The god-like ancestors of the Paradise are having a conversation.

There is no doubt that the ancestors of the Paradise are omnipotent and omniscient.

Therefore, Hall wanted to know whether the ancestors... knew that the civilization called human beings, the technology and capabilities they displayed had surpassed the decadent empire.

It's just that the power to talk to Paradise is firmly controlled by the Prophet's Academy. Unless there is an extremely important incident, it is extremely difficult for others to have the opportunity to talk to Paradise - more often, it is reported to the Prophet's Academy, and then conveyed to Paradise, and let Omnipotent Give guidance to the paradise.

At this time, the three prophets are going to have a discussion to see if they can give him the authority to face the promised land.

…

While waiting, Hall got bored and stood up, took down a paper volume from the bookshelf nearby and read it carefully.

This book is a popular read, coming from a famous writer from the servant civilization. The plot of the story is very cliché, and it is nothing more than some love scenes... Perhaps because he feels that it is somewhat suitable for his and Liana's situation, Hall actually still... Watching it with relish.

Time passed slowly like this, until the portable communication terminal he placed on the coffee table suddenly started beating.

He glanced at it and saw Liana's name.

"Hall, where are you?"

"I'm in your teacher's office." Hall closed the book with a smile on his lips: "Teacher Klin and several big bosses and prophets have already held a small meeting to discuss, and there may be a result soon..."

Before he finished speaking, he was quickly interrupted by Liana: "Well, something happened over there at 32911."

Hall was startled for a moment and immediately put down the book: "Don't they have two Enlightenment ships over there? What happened?"

"Something happened to the Enlightenment." Liana took a gentle breath and said in a deep voice, "The Enlightenment is missing."

"What?" Hall stood up instantly! Just for a moment, he thought of his previous speculation that humans had mastered high-dimensional delivery technology, and immediately took a deep breath: "Is it the same as Mai's earliest situation?"

"Yes, the two Enlightenment ships disappeared in this universe as soon as they jumped out of the star gate." Liana said very slowly, especially the words "this universe", her tone was particularly emphasized.

Hall took a deep breath and his eyes flashed: "Then what? Did they lose contact?"

"They only lost contact for a while, and then reconnected to the control tower of Base 30 through the broadcast frequency band, and then... they discovered that they had gone to... the high-dimensional universe."

Hall breathed to his heels instantly.

At this moment, the door of the conference room opened wide, and Prophet Klin and Dean Dore appeared at the door.

"Hall, the House of Prophets will allow you to see the promised land."

Hall slowly clenched his hands into fists and frowned deeply. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Teacher, is it because you also know about the Enlightenment?"

Prophet Klin stared at Hall. He did not speak, but turned around, waiting for Hall to follow.

The sound of footsteps came, and Hall approached Prophet Klin.

The three of them walked along the corridor in silence and entered the elevator.

While pressing the top button, Prophet Klin looked at Hall: "Hall, have you ever thought about what form the ancestors are now and where they are?"

Hall was slightly startled, not knowing what Prophet Klin's words meant.

But obviously, Prophet Klin did not expect him to answer. Instead, he was silent for a few seconds and whispered softly: "The last step for every scholar to become a prophet is to obtain the recognition and assessment of the Paradise, but after that, even if we... …There are also very few opportunities for direct communication with the Elysian Land.”

"So what should I ask later?" Hall became nervous for no reason.

“You can tell us your doubts directly and ask all your questions.”

Hall nodded, but looked at Prophet Klin in confusion - he didn't know why the prophet would ask that meaningless question.

Prophet Klin said nothing, but nodded slightly: "You will feel it for yourself later."

Hall hummed and his expression became serious.

The elevator soon reached the top floor, and then the three people passed triple inspection and finally arrived in a room isolated within glass.

There was only a lone chair in the center of the room.

Hall walked into the room step by step under the instructions of the two prophets. Before he could pick up the brain control device hanging on the back of the chair, the door slowly closed.

Hall took a deep breath, put on the brain control device and sat on the chair.

Outside the thick glass wall, Prophet Klin and Dean Dore looked at each other. They pressed their palms on a row of detectors at the same time. After a moment, the lights in the entire glass room were turned off at the same time.

But the darkness lasted only a second before light rose again.

Only this time it was no longer natural light, but a curtain of light descending from the roof.

In the light curtain, a meandering stream flows through the air. Fish are flowing in the stream. Groups of birds are singing happily. On the other side of the stream, there are flowers and meadows that seem to stretch to the end.

In the distance, there are three people, two tall and one short, holding drawing boards on the grass, describing the scenery towards the rolling mountains and green forests in the distance.

In a flash of light, Hall's figure appeared next to the creek.

He only hesitated for a moment, then crossed the stream and headed towards the three of them.

…

In the light curtain, Hall closed his eyes. His consciousness had been completely integrated with the brain control device, and he entered this dreamlike grassland immersively.

But he still remained awake, and he knew that this was just one side of the promised land.

And these three people are just three of the ancestors living in the paradise - it seems that they should be a family of three.

Hall's movements inevitably disturbed the three of them. They all turned to look at him. The adult male smiled gently at Hall and waved to him: "Hall, come here. What do you think of this painting?"

Hall took a deep breath. He had no doubt that the ancestor would know his name and recognize him.

After getting closer, he stared at the realistic picture.

This painting... was restored so perfectly.

Hall even felt that if he covered his eyes with the painting, he would definitely think that the content in the painting was what he actually saw.

"It's beautiful," Hall replied honestly.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." The adult man smiled proudly at the woman next to him: "Look, I said aesthetics can transcend time, right?"

"Just be proud of it!" The woman pretended to give him an angry look, and then took the hand of the little boy next to her: "You have guests, so Tongtong and I won't accompany you."

"Okay, but don't touch the ingredients. I agreed that I will cook tonight."

"Of course!" the woman said, taking the little boy and taking a step forward.

Then...she and the little boy disappeared into the grass out of thin air.

Although Hall knew...this was probably his conscious hallucination...but it appeared too real, and Hall was still deeply shocked.

This is the world of Paradise...

Perhaps he understood Hall's heart, the man just smiled slightly: "Hall, what do you want to ask?"

"I..." Hall pursed his lips, and the confusion on his face flashed away.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Bethea. You don't need to worry or hesitate about what to call me - although in your time, I have been gone for tens of thousands of years."

"Besides, you don't have to worry that I can't give you the answer." Bosiah looked at Hall gently and smiled: "Unless you come to ask me whether you and Lianna will get married eventually, then I won't Got it. Even ten trillion brains cannot simulate a woman’s true thoughts.”

This joke, which was not a joke, made Hall relax instantly. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly: "Mr. Bethea, do you know human beings? It is the civilization located in the 31928 galaxy."

"I know, you have reported data before. But I believe your question is definitely not this. You want to ask me, did you know that there is such a species in 31928 before, right?"

Hall nodded immediately.

"According to your time coordinates, it was 12831 years ago. Our exploration spacecraft once arrived at the 31928 galaxy. This galaxy was an isolated galaxy with only one transition point. Our generation called it the Kaka Angle Galaxy." Bethea still smiled: "Yes, we once discovered a rocky planet full of life in the habitable zone of the galaxy, and also found ape-like intelligent creatures on it, but their level of civilization... is still... It is in an extremely backward stage, basically a period of using natural tools, and it is extremely primitive."

Hall breathed softly: "But now they...have possessed extremely advanced technology, have entered the era of space exploration, and have even mastered technologies that threaten...the entire sacred civilization and even the Promised Land!"

Bethea nodded slightly: "You mean they have mastered long-distance communication, artificial jump, right?"

"Not only that, they have also mastered the ability to deliver matter to high-dimensional space!"

Bosiah frowned slightly when he heard this: "How did they achieve it?"

"They are...constructing a crack leading to high-dimensional space."

"That should be through high-dimensional matter, using the spatial regressivity of high-dimensional matter to bring the matter in contact with this space into the time and space of its own dimension." Bosiah said without any hesitation or hesitation: "This The empire also has mastered the technology, but it has not promoted and applied it on a large scale."

Hall exhaled slowly and frowned.

Bethea stared at him: "Any more questions?"

"Yes." Hall's eyes flashed and he said quickly: "Humans also have super computing power and signal coordination capabilities - our fleet cannot defeat them, mainly because their collective attacks are too fast and their analysis and prediction capabilities are too strong. .”

"Oh? Does a collective attack mean that several battleships launch an attack together?"

"Yes."

"This is easy to explain." Bosiah's expression remained unchanged and he still smiled: "Mathematical formulas, calculation models, and communication delays, as long as they match to a certain extent, such behavior can be easily accomplished."

"But..." Hall took a few quick breaths and said in a deep voice, "But they don't have intelligence!"

"It can also be done using a binary electromagnetic computing system. This does not require too complicated technology." Bosiah still smiled and replied: "The intelligent brain is just a collection of thoughts at the end of the calculation."

"But their..." Hall said and suddenly stopped.

Because he didn't know how to describe it.

Bethea looked at him with a smile and gave him an encouraging look.

In silence, Hall whispered: "Can they find a way to make the mechanical binary electromagnetic system produce concentrated thinking similar to an intelligent brain?"

"Can't."

Bethea gave Hall the answer directly without any hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because the electromagnetic computing system is essentially a circuit switch, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, a mechanical operation. It is impossible for a machine to produce thinking."

Hall was silent again.

"Do you still have any questions? Hall." Bosiah asked still gently, without any trace of impatience on his face.

"have."

"What questions?"

"Humanity's technological leap only takes a short period of a hundred years." Hall looked at this omniscient ancestor - he probably knew that this man named Bethea was actually the incarnation of the entire Paradise.

Or to be precise, every ancestor who enters the Paradise can become the incarnation of the Paradise and possess endless wisdom and knowledge.

"It only took them a hundred years to go from mastering atomic energy technology to having the power to rival our fleet. How did they do it?"

Following Hall's question, Besea rarely fell into thinking, but soon, he slowly shook his head.

"There are too many factors involved in the evolution of civilization. Even we cannot simulate the development trajectory of a civilization."

Hall lowered his eyes, and in silence, he slowly shook his head.

"I'm fine."

"Have a nice day, Hall." Bosiah waved his hand at him, then turned around and walked into the void.

…

When the light dissipated, Hall slowly opened his eyes.

He sat in silence on the chair for a few seconds before taking off the brain control terminal, and then looked at the glass wall.

Outside the glass wall, the two prophets were staring at him at the same time.

After a few seconds, Hall pursed his lips slightly and his eyes fell on Prophet Klin's face.

"Teacher Klin, have you already known that the ancestors of Paradise... they have been 'dead' for a long time."

Prophet Klin frowned deeply, and then looked at Dean Dorey. He didn't say anything, but waved to Hall, signaling Hall to come out quickly.

Hall did not stand up, but still stared at the two prophets.

"The ancestors of Paradise did die ten thousand years ago, right?"