Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Princeton University.

Located in the café on the second floor of the building on the side of the boulevard, many professors will choose to have a drink here, or exchange academic questions with their peers, or take a book to read quietly, or simply enjoy this afternoon. peaceful.

Since setting up in Princeton, Edward Witten has been a frequent visitor here.

For the physicist who has won the Fields Prize, the cattle who are only one line apart from the Nobel Prize, the students here are mostly respected from the heart, many people will enthusiastically meet after meeting him. Take the initiative to say hello, or ask some physical problems that are too difficult for beginners to understand.

Every time I encounter these things, the old gentleman is very happy to answer.

In the strong Prince of the Clouds, he and Professor Fefferman are few of the few approachable, no master of the shelf.

One day, after completing the class, Professor Witten came here as usual. He ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window, and spread out the notes taken out of his pocket. However, he suddenly saw an unexpected person. Going up from the stairs.

“Angus?” opened his eyes in a slightly surprised way, closed the slightly old notes that were spread out on the table, and looked at Professor Angus, who came to his side, and Witeng joked. "My friend, why are you coming back so soon?"

"Because I have got the answer I want," the crutches that I carried with me leaned against the table. Professor Angus sat down on the opposite side of Witten and paused for a moment and said, "You are right. Although it was less than an hour of communication with him, it really benefited me a lot."

Professor Witten smiled. "Oh? Can you share your harvest with me?"

"Their generation of scholars are more optimistic than us, and their ideas are unique. I have pessimistically thought that the world is probably finished, but now I have a new perspective."

"I am very glad that you can gain something," looked at the time on the watch, and the Witten language said calmly. "I will have a physics class for a while, and I will not accompany you."

"Go ahead... Speak up, when did you start to be interested in undergraduates?" Professor Angus asked with a strange look.

"Because life has an end... I think you are right, we will inevitably sleep, but some things can be passed down," Witten laughed, finished the rest of the coffee, and put the cup in his hand. Continue to say softly, "Maybe one day, one of my students can see the unity of the four fundamental forces for me and the string that constitutes our world."

Professor Angus smiled reluctantly: "Maybe they are all fart."

Witten laughed and said: "Haha, maybe! No matter what the opposite is, it is an answer to me... Say, do you want to make a bet?"

Professor Angus: "No problem, but the question is what are you going to gamble? There is no money in heaven, even if I win, it is not good."

Witten joked: "I think there will be, after all, we sent so many economists."

"Let's talk about it later!"

Witten is gone.

Professor Angus stayed in the coffee shop and continued to sit, but there was one less person who could talk to him.

Looking quietly at the campus outside the window, watching the students walking down the tree-lined path downstairs, he was a bit fascinated.

After a long time, he slowly pulled out a crumpled notebook from his arms.

This is his memo, because he will occasionally forget things when he is older, so he often carries such a thing on his body. Whenever he wonders if he has forgotten something important, he will turn it out. .

In addition to recording the trivial things of “repaying bills” and “renovating the faucet”, he occasionally wrote down his usual inspiration to prevent it from slipping away from his sparse silver hair...

Staring at the blank page on the paper, Professor Angus pondered for a long time, and the nib that was pinched in his hand was like a rusty dagger, swaying gently above the notes.

After a while, he seemed to figure out what it was like, and his eyebrows were loose.

"...using the past to speculate on the future is not true, what the future needs is the way to the future, and... beyond the realities of thinking."

He whispered to someone else who couldn't understand, and then he wrote a line of words on this blank note.

[Cosmic Economics]

After a pause, he crossed it off with a pen, rewrote a line of words, and whispered to himself.

[Future Sociology]

"This name sounds more interesting..."

Great ideas are often born out of inadvertent thinking.

A theory that has a great influence on future generations was born inadvertently...

......

Just after sending away the second week of Professor Angus, Lu Zhou heard an interesting rumor.

A professor of economics called Angus Deton, Princeton opened a new course called "Future Sociology." This course does not teach any specific theoretical knowledge, but only teaches an idea about the future.

Although it is a bit strange to hear the name, but because the course is a Nobel laureate, there are still many students signing up.

It is said that Professor Angus, who is offering this course, is writing a book on the subject.

Although the specific content has not yet been made public, according to an old friend who has seen the manuscript, this serious academic work with a title is more like a science fiction without a protagonist than an academic monograph, and it is still read. It's quite boring.

However, the old friend also said that some of the ideas put forward are very interesting, and maybe they will come in handy in the future...

These interesting things are known to Lu Zhou from the students who teach at Princeton.

After so many years, Qin Yue has been a professor from the lecturer. Hardy, who returned to the University of Sao Paulo in Brazil early, has also mixed well. He has even become one of the academic leaders of the local number theory school... Of course, this is also possible. The Brazilian mathematics community, which is "seriously serious", is not good at number theory research.

As for Vera, it is said that she is working with Molina of the Institute of Advanced Studies to challenge the highest crown of the mathematics, the Riemann conjecture. It doesn't matter if there is any result. The timid girl is able to come up with the courage to challenge this century's problems. It is already a very gratifying thing.

And Wei Wen, who is going to take a PhD from Princeton, and Jericho, who was recruited by the Institute of Computational Materials at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology...

In general, several of his students have lived quite well.

As their professor, Lu Zhou is also very pleased.

After Qin Yue, who sent the mail, returned an email, he got a lazy waist in Lu Zhou. He was preparing to sneak up on arxiv to see if there was any interesting mathematics paper. The quietness of the office was suddenly knocked out by the door. The door broke.

Cleared the scorpion, Lu Zhou opened the road.

"Please come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Peng, a serious face, walked in quickly.

Seeing his expression, Lu Zhou had not had time to ask "what's wrong", he said first.

"bad news!"

Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

"What happened?"

Wang Peng hesitated for half a second, and said with a heavy tone.

"The biosphere a suffered an unidentified armed attack. According to local authorities, the losses were heavy..."

Unidentified armed forces... attack?

Lying in the trough? !

Lu Zhou listened, subconsciously grabbed the handrail and slammed up from the office chair.

"Is it okay?"

Wang Peng: "The militants have all been killed in the crossfire. The researchers and foreign experts present are safe and sound... They have been transferred to nearby cities for resettlement. The local troops have been dispatched urgently to block all roads in the nearby area. Investigating the background of armed elements and access channels, but..."

Lu Zhou just breathed a sigh of relief, and finally slowed down the heartbeat, and because the word "but" was raised.

"but?"

Wang Peng continued to speak with a heavy tone.

"...the loss of the biosphere a is said to be very serious."