Technological Hegemony

Mr Sigurdsson is sixty-two years old and a physicist with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

At the same time, he is a staunch liberal and a vegetarian.

He advocates accepting refugees, refuses to use furniture made of non-environmentally friendly materials, and lives in a small house with a garden on the outskirts of Stockholm.

Although he has a Volvo gasoline-electric hybrid car, he still insists on cycling to and from get off work every day.

Only in the summer every year, when he takes his wife to the holiday house, will the Volvo car be driven out to bask in the sun.

There was a scar on Mr. Sigurdson's forehead. It was a cold night when he was cornered by three young men who spoke Pashto and forced him to hand over his wallet and mobile phone with a fruit knife. And beat him up.

When they found out that Mr. Sigurdsson was using an old Nokia mobile phone, the three Pashto-speaking young men were furious. The hard old-fashioned mobile phone hit him hard on the forehead.

Since then, the dark red scar has been left behind.

The next day, Mr. Sigurdson appeared in Congress angrily, protesting against the lack of fraternity and care in this degenerate country, accepting refugees, but not giving them enough money for consumption, so that young people among them will live in the dark Take the risk.

For the three Pashto-speaking young men, Mr. Sigurdson was filled with sympathy and guilt.

"What we have done is really terrible. Why can't we distribute more of our social welfare to refugees? Refugees are kind people who need sympathy and care. If they have enough welfare, they will never offend old people like me. of."

All in all, Mr. Sigurdsson is such a man of great sentiments.

One day in September, as usual, he came to the office by bicycle.

Assistant Anderson, very excitedly handed him a stack of photocopied paper.

"Sir, take a quick look. This is a journal called Xingchen, which contains papers on energy wave technology. They even invented an energy transmission chain that can be switched at will!"

Mr. Sigurdson frowned angrily, "I must point out that photocopying other people's works at will is a serious act of piracy, and I refuse to accept it! If we need this academic journal, why not buy one?"

Anderson hurriedly said, "Sir, Stars are only sold in China."

"Then ask the Academy of Sciences' office in Huaxia to send it back urgently after you buy it."

Anderson blushed, "Sir, you don't know something. Xingchen is a Chinese journal. Even if it is mailed back, we will not be able to read it."

Mr. Sigurdson frowned, and his mustache was raised, "What's the matter, academic papers are published in English, which is a common practice all over the world. Energy wave technology is the hottest topic in the scientific community at present, and they don't publish English papers , don’t they even care about the Nobel Prize?”

"It's already September now, and we present the awards in October every year. They will definitely not be able to catch up this year, but they still have a great chance next year, if they are willing to perform well and find nominees with enough weight."

Mr. Sigurdson muttered, but he caught a glimpse of the copy paper brought by his assistant, which was all in English, so he asked curiously, "Didn't you say that there is no English version?"

"This is the translated version of Stanford University." The assistant explained.

"Translating other people's works without permission is also a serious violation of intellectual property rights. Fortunately, Stanford University is the world's leading top research institution. Don't they even understand this truth? It's shameful, you know, the worst in my life Against intellectual property infringement."

The assistant felt aggrieved and helpless, so he had to tell the truth to Mr. Sigurdson.

"According to the news from Huaxia,

The Star Journal will not have an English version, not now and never will. The young man Anderson said, "Not only Stanford University, but also the Chinese academic circles, the whole world uses pirated versions. There are already hundreds of translated versions, but none of them have been authorized." "

The upright Mr. Sigurdsson almost beat the case, and respecting copyright is the minimum moral standard for a scientific worker.

Is the whole world pirating Star journals?

It's such a shame!

Anderson paused, "Also, Star Technology, which researches energy wave technology, has publicly declared that they will not apply for the Nobel Prize."

Mr. Sigurdson's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears.

The Nobel Prize is the highest honor for scientific and technological workers in the world, and the temple of science. Anyone who is awarded a Nobel Prize should burst into tears with excitement and be grateful to the award committee.

And energy wave theory and technology, do not intend to apply for the Nobel Prize?

For a while, the old man felt dizzy in the brain, not knowing whether the world was changing too fast, or his high blood pressure was attacking again.

"Shame is the bottom line of a scientist!"

"I refuse to read a pirated periodical, let alone an unauthorized translation!"

"Get it out of my sight! It's an insult to me!"

"I would rather go to hell than allow anyone to insult my honor!"

Mr. Sigurdson roared in a rare way, and the young Anderson had no choice but to leave the husband's office with those illegal and pirated books in his arms.

After Anderson left, Mr. Sigurdson paced up and down the office, looking confused and agitated.

A well-known scientific research that changed history did not plan to apply for the Nobel Prize, and they didn't even bother to publish the English version of the paper, which is really incomprehensible.

From early morning to noon to evening.

Mr. Sigurdsson has no intention of working. When he opened the webpage, scientists all over the world were discussing the technology of energy wave transmission, but he was the only one who knew nothing about this amazing research.

The soul is suffering from pain, and the desire to know the truth is fighting frantically with the honor and morality that Mr. Sigurdson values ​​most.

At dinner, his wife made his favorite vegetable balls, but he couldn't eat them all, so he changed into his sports clothes and went for a jog in the park.

But exercise could not calm Mr. Sigurdson down. He lay on the bed in the middle of the night, staring straight at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time, and heard his wife's occasional snoring in his ears.

"Damn it! I can't stand it!"

Shouting, Mr. Sigurdson jumped out of bed, rushed to his study, turned on his computer, and searched for illegal translations of the Star Journal.

His wife woke up thinking he was having some kind of mental outburst and almost called an ambulance.

Fortunately, Mr. Sigurdsson quickly found what he was looking for. The whole world was watching pirated copies, and illegally translated papers were already ubiquitous.

Keeping his eyes on the screen, Mr. Sigurdsson never left his study or drank a drop of water from early morning to early morning. All his attention was attracted by the wonderful content in the thesis.

When the sun rises again and caresses the Nordic land.

Mr. Sigurdson heaved a sigh of relief, he finally came to his own conclusions.

"Well, it smells so good!"