God is Coming

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"Doctor..." Chu Jungui remembered that he didn't know the doctor's name yet.

Chu Longtu looked at him and said, "Did he never tell you? His name is Chu Yunfei, which is the name he gave himself. When he was young, his name was Yingyang, but he didn't like this name." , I secretly changed it myself when I grew up.”

"He never told me, nor did he tell me his real name. People in the base all call him Dr. Chu."

Chu Longtu stood up with some difficulty, called Chu Jungui into the kitchen, and said, "I'll get some food, and you tell me everything about these years."

Chu Longtu opened the rusty refrigerator, took some vegetables and meat, and slowly chopped them.

Chu Jungui sorted out the life in the base in his memory and told it to Chu Longtu. The life in memory is actually monotonous and simple. No matter how large the space base is, the space is limited. There are only a few areas that Xiao Jungui can move around, repeatedly. In his memory, apart from exercising and studying, most of his free time is spent staring at the empty space in a daze.

In one year, he could count on one hand the number of times he was able to see the doctor.

Chu Longtu was listening while preparing dinner. The movements of his hands were extremely stable, and only when he heard Chu Yunfei did he noticeably pause.

"Do you still have an impression of your mother?" the old man asked.

Chu Jungui shook his head, "I haven't seen my mother since I can remember."

Chu Longtu shook his head, and said, "It's not surprising at all. That boy Yingyang is so devoted to research, how can he know how to coax women? No kind of woman can live with him for a long time."

Chu Jungui didn't know how to speak, so he was silent.

At this time, a lot of steam came out of the pot, and the dinner was ready. Dinner is very simple, just two big bowls of noodles, but there are vegetables and meat.

"I don't know you will come back, so just eat something. At this time, you can't buy anything."

The bowl placed in front of Chu Jungui was extraordinarily large, almost like a small basin. He picked up the bowl, took a sip of the soup first, and suddenly felt refreshed.

The taste of this bowl of noodles was unexpectedly good, far better than the turkey dinner on the transport ship, and even more so than the barbecue he made himself.

Facing the delicacy of his life, Chu Jungui had long thrown the composure of the experimental subject out of the sky, and ate it all in one go.

He put down the bowl and sighed in satisfaction. The only regret is that I only ate half full. Although this bowl of noodles is enough for two people, his experimental body is not enough to feed two people.

Chu Longtu just looked at him without moving the bowl in front of him. Seeing that Chu Jungui was obviously not full, he cleared most of the noodles in his bowl.

"this……"

"It's okay, I'm old, sometimes I can't remember to eat at night. If you didn't come back, I probably wouldn't eat tonight."

The noodles made by the old man were really delicious, Chu Jungui didn't think about it so much, and ate it in one sitting, and then he felt better.

After dinner, Chu Longtu rummaged through the room for a long time, found a key, opened another closed door, and said, "Come in, this used to be your father's room. After he left, It has never been touched. Now that you are back, you will live in this room from now on. By the way, Ying Yang... have you left any relics?"

"No. We encountered star robbers. In the end, the rescue capsule I was sitting in fell to an uninhabited planet. It happened that the business school's survival training was also selected on that planet, so they brought me back. They searched the surrounding space , did not find any trace of the rescue capsule."

Chu Longtu sighed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and said slowly: "I had the feeling a few days ago that Ying Yang... I'm afraid he's gone. When you get old, sometimes your premonition will become very annoying. .”

"But, I'm back."

"Yes, you're back." The old man finally showed a smile, and made the bed and helped him with the quilt.

Chu Jungui moved his luggage into the room. In fact, he didn't have any luggage. Even the daily necessities were issued by the military academy.

The old man looked at him tidying things up and said, "Your father has been stubborn since he was a child, and he always had his own ideas. When he was young, your grandma was still alive, and I opened a spaceship repair factory in a free port. It's a factory , in fact, besides me, there are only a few workers. Only the smallest and most primitive spaceships can be repaired. In many cases, they have to dismantle old ships that have been scrapped for a living. Such a life is a bit difficult, but it is very difficult. Stable. That's how your father's tuition has always been paid."

The reappearance of the old days made the old man sigh deeply and said: "After he graduated, he didn't like to take over my ship repair yard, and he wanted to go outside. At that time, he and I had a big fight , I packed up my things and left, and never came back. Only every year during the Chinese New Year, a letter will be sent back. He seems to be a researcher and has been very busy."

"I'm really busy, and I can't see him a few times." Chu Jungui said.

Chu Longtu shook his head and said, "Ying Yang is a talented spaceship repairman, but he is far behind if he wants to do research. I don't know if he always wants to prove me wrong, so he is in the position of researcher It’s been so long. But everything is over. I just... just didn’t expect him to come back and take a look until the end.”

"Father...should be a good researcher."

Speaking of this, Chu Jungui recalled in his mind the scene of the doctor flying a plane and fighting many elite enemies. The elegant maneuvering, decisive firing, and inescapable lock are all at the level of a king.

Outer space air combat is the domain of a doctor, right?

"Go to bed earlier, we'll talk about it tomorrow." The old man returned to his room, sat on the recliner, covered his knees with a thick blanket, and turned on the TV on the wall.

The TV screen flickered, but there was no sound. The old man just sat like that, watching the silent picture, as if he could sit forever.

Mr. Chu said good night, closed the door gently, and then carefully observed the room.

The room is not big, with a single bed, a desk, and two cabinets, it is packed full.

Chu Jungui opened the curtain and looked outside. The windows are small and narrow, and there is a thick layer of dust on the glass. It has not been cleaned for an unknown period of time, and it is impossible to see the outside clearly.

He drew the curtains, came to the bookcase, and pulled out a thick book out of curiosity.

This is "Principles of Biological Neurons", with a thick cover and a bronzing title, all of which indicate its ancient and long history. In fact, in this day and age, any paper book is an antique.

The book is covered with dust, it seems that I don't know how long it has been placed.

Chu Jungui opened the book and unexpectedly found that almost every page had been annotated. The handwriting is still a little childish, presumably it is the notes left by the doctor when he was young. Chu Jungui didn't expect the doctor to have read such an old book, and read it so seriously. He randomly turned to a page and carefully looked at the comments left on it.

"A perpetual question is, are humans the most perfect creation of the gods? When implantable chips first appeared, many believed that humans were now equal to the gods as we began to have the ability to tinker with their creations." , and make it better. Later, artificial intelligence has overwhelmed the human brain in most fields. The combination of intelligence + chip seems to be able to completely replace human beings, isn’t it the case?”

"But today, for the first time, I discovered that even the simplest neuron has such a beautiful structure diagram. Perhaps the gods hide their greatest secrets behind these structures. For a thousand years, we have been trying to Is it wrong to use cold numbers and chemical symbols to interpret the function of neurons?"

Chu Jungui looked at a few more paragraphs, and they were all similar comments. It seems that doctors in their youth also liked to fantasize. In fact, more than a thousand years ago, human beings had deciphered all their genetic codes, and since then, medical treatment and human body enhancement and transformation technologies have advanced by leaps and bounds. By around 2500, the human body itself has no secrets, and the strengthening has also encountered a comprehensive bottleneck, and it is the bottleneck of the natural structure of the human body.

For example, if you want to run faster and jump higher, anti-joint is a better choice. In order to improve intelligence, the speed of neural signal transmission must first be solved.

The human brain is not yet fully developed, but the bandwidth is not enough. If you want to improve, you must first change the nerves of your whole body.

It is already after 3400 A.D. that the doctor left his comments, yet he still has such childish illusions.

Chu Jungui shook his head, and he was even more convinced that the doctor had indeed chosen the wrong line. As a researcher, he is probably only second-rate, and as a repairman, he is only stable and earning a living. The outer space battlefield is the exclusive domain of doctors.

Putting "Principles of Biological Neurons" back to its original place, Chu Jungui took a few more books to read. These books cover everything from biology to chemistry to mathematics or mechanics. Without exception, the doctor made dense comments. It seems that the young doctor was indeed an extremely hardworking person.

Chu Jungui took out the thickest book again, read it carefully, checked it carefully, and scanned it with various means, and was disappointed to find that there was no hidden chip or data interface in the book. Regardless of the printed content of the book or the annotations made by the doctor, they are all focused on the proper areas in a serious manner, and no passwords are used to hide anything.

It seems that the doctor really likes reading. Chu Jungui came to a conclusion.

This is not so much a good habit as an eccentricity. Even with the outrageously small storage space of the identity chip and the slow running speed of a sloth, a book like this can be downloaded tens of thousands of copies at a time, and then read slowly. There is no need to buy physical books at all, let alone take notes in this inefficient way.

Looking at the cabinet full of books, Chu Jungui suddenly remembered that this cabinet is full of antiques!

Many of the books are in very good condition, perhaps thousands of years old in fact. If sold, it must be worth a lot of money. Such a valuable antique, but the doctor painted and painted on it, and painted so much that he wanted to use up all the blank space. And if there is any epoch-making content in the annotation, it's fine, but the doctor was still young at that time, and all he left behind were childish remarks.

According to historical records, there was an emperor in ancient China who liked to stamp inscriptions and seals on calligraphy and paintings of celebrities. He wrote much more words than the original stickers. People can't complain.

It turns out that the doctor is also a good friend.