Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Since the success of Johnson & Johnson's experimental experiments, Professor Grunster and his experiments have been in the whirlpool of public opinion, and the hot topic has even surpassed the bfr rocket that is heading to Mars.

The debate about the human cryo-sleep technique has been discussed, but the attitudes of the vast majority of ordinary people are against.

Even though it may provide a life-threatening possibility for terminally ill patients, the cost of maintaining a refrigeration unit for decades, no matter what you think, is not like the overhead that ordinary people can afford.

If such technology is destined to serve only the upper class, and the resulting social costs are passed on to the “awake people,” then the underlying people do not seem to support the reasons for its existence.

A Dutch performance art painter even drew a satirical oil painting on the throne. The mummy frozen in the ice coffin was placed on the throne. A group of servants in suits and knees squatted on it, holding a group of cockroaches in their hands. Ragged slave. It means to ridicule those rich people who try to enjoy the prosperity and wealth in the future, just like the pharaohs thousands of years ago.

A North American sci-fi writer used a pungent brushstroke to paint a squatting sect that was never awake, and servants who never wished the owner to wake up.

In that dystopian society, people lived an extremely poor life, social development stagnate, and the class solidified to the possibility that a person could hardly achieve class leap through his own efforts, because most of the wealth is monopolized in those "immortal life." And the hands of their servants.

Although in a certain sense, these views have certain one-sidedness, but the problems caused by it have indeed attracted the attention of many people of insight.

Whether the technology violates ethical issues is so arguing both inside and outside the academic world.

However, when the controversy continues, there is a big event.

At the time when everyone was arguing about this technology, the Jinling Institute of Advanced Studies quietly set up a research group on cryonics technology, and invited Liu Zuobing, director of the Cell Hypothermia Laboratory, Institute of Basic Medicine, pla General Hospital. Professor, as the person in charge of the project.

When the news came out, it immediately caused an awkward voice in the international arena.

If it is a small shrimp, it will be considered, what is the Jinling Institute of Advanced Studies?

That is the cradle of controllable fusion technology!

The birthplace of the aerospace plane of Xiangrui!

The most important thing is that the dean is Professor Lu. It is also his idea to approve the research...

Many people who oppose this technology are faintly faint, especially those who are enthusiastic opponents of cryonics technology.

Nima!

The subject that Professor Lu is eyeing!

If this is really done for research? !

Although Lu Zhou has never shown some extraordinary talent in the field of biology, the articles published in the past have not touched on this aspect at all, but no one can guarantee that there will be no future.

After all, the miracle that Lu Zhou has created is really too much.

Not only that, but some people even keenly recognized the name of Professor Liu Zuobing, who is the head of the research team, and pointed out that he was seen in the citation of Professor Grünster’s paper...

All kinds of signs show that Lu Zhou does not seem to be joking, but really intends to solve this problem.

......

Princeton University's Department of Economics is in the teaching building.

Professor Angus Deton, sitting in the office, took off his glasses on his nose with anger and slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.

“It’s incredible!”

Standing opposite the desk, Professor Witten laughed and drank the tea, Wener said elegantly.

"What's wrong? My friend."

If he was only half bald five years ago, now he has only a beard on his head.

No way, the years are not forgiving.

He was born in 1951, and now he is over 70 years old. He has reached the age of counting the days.

Especially in the first two years, after his failure to challenge Riemann's conjecture, Professor Attiya, his old friend, calmly closed his eyes and touched him very much. Up to now, he has lived a semi-secret life in Princeton, and he has rarely been as active as he was a few years ago.

"I don't understand why Lu Zhou did this kind of thing! With his wisdom, I can't think of it!" Angrily complained, Professor Angus took the computer from the side, opened the mailbox, and trembled. The finger tapped on the keyboard and edited the mail.

Looking at the old friend's excited look, Wei Teng smiled and said.

"Don't be excited, my friend, we are not young, pay attention to your blood pressure."

"But -- in short... I have to stop him!"

Gently slammed the teacup in his hand, and Witeng thought for a moment, then said.

"Maybe...he also has his own difficulties?"

The finger on the keyboard paused a little, and Angus frowned at Witton.

"You mean... is the Chinese government forcing him to do this?"

"That's not it, but this is not possible!" Edward Witten smiled and paused for a while and continued. "He is a very assertive person. No one can force him to do anything he does not." The willingness to do. Similarly, once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him."

Angus was silent for a while, slowly taking off the reading glasses on the bridge of the nose and trembled against the chair.

"That is what you know about him, why is he doing this?"

"You are wrong. I don't know him very well. Even when I was at Princeton, my understanding of him was just to stay at the point where he was a very talented scholar." After a pause, Witten continued. Said, "In contrast, Professor Fefferman knows him better and praises him. And I... agree with Professor Fefferman to some extent, and also think that he is a respectable scholar."

Professor Angus said with anger in a bit of irony: "Even if he is doing something wrong with his own knowledge?"

"Who is going to say good things in the future? It may not be politically correct to say this, but I think the cryonics technology is not as bad as you think?" Professor Witten smiled. "Even if it is a bad invention." It’s worse than the phone, isn’t it? The young people are not using romantic letters to express romance.”

Angus shook his head and said, "You don't understand."

Witten said with a smile: "I really understand economics very well. Maybe it is because of the limitations of my thoughts. But I think we are all mutual, just like in my eyes, I only use mathematics to study physics. Like an old stubborn, what is the difference between me in my eyes to study the mathematical models that are shoddy and not aesthetic?"

"That is not a crude mathematical model, but a well-tested phenomenological model! It objectively reveals the objective laws of human social activities to a certain extent," Angus’s eyebrows picked and ridiculed, " If you look down on those things, why not try your own mathematical model to get a Nobel Prize back?"

Stretching his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Witten joked: "Oh... you have given me a problem, and you may have to wait until the cryonics technology allows me to go to the future to have a chance, if I can live that day."

"Eternal life means eternal death, my friend, calmly accepting the end of life is not a bad thing," looked at Wei Teng deeply, Professor Angus continued. "I know the death of Sir Attiya." It’s a big touch for you, but we all have this day, and there’s nothing to worry about.”

"I don't want to discuss this with you," Witten moved away and said with a smile. "Since you have something to say to him, why don't you meet him and talk to him face to face? Every time with him I can benefit from chatting. If it is not for the doctor, I will try to fly as little as possible. I am planning to go with you."

"Oh, I am doing this!"

Closing the computer, Professor Angus shuddered and stood up from the office chair and walked to the door.

Looking at the old friend who left the office, Wei Teng smiled and shouted.

"Remember to say hello to Professor Lu for me, I said that his old friend missed him very much and played cards together!"

There was no response outside the office.

It seems that Professor Angus has gone far.

Witten smiled and shook his head, holding the armrest of the sofa and slowly stood up.

"Time is a second less than a second. I didn't notice it in the past..."

Muttering to himself, his eyes drifted out of the window, watching the spotted on the branch, cleaning up the feathers of his own feathers, and suddenly came to the end.

"that's nice."