The solar system is broken

Zidong~Zidong~

It's the sound of heartbeat.

I had a splitting headache, and my memories were fragmented. What happened next seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

It seems to be something very important, and there is a slight throbbing about these memories.

About Sichuan Nanako? Jiang Che? Or Yimeng?

Zizzi~

It was the sound of electricity, and it was also like a whimper that cracked the skull.

Forgot something? What is it?

The light flowed, the painting was distorted, and a spot of light was like a hand moving the progress bar of his memory rapidly.

One face flashed by, then another, some familiar, some unfamiliar... They were all whispering in the writer's ear, in Chinese, Japanese, English... couldn't hear clearly.

It was so noisy that his head was about to split. He just wanted to use an ax to cut open his head and smash his own head.

Wake up, this is a memory.

Pain~Finally...

Swish~ The bell rang.

The whispers calmed down. The picture became clearer bit by bit, and his pupils once again gained the ability to focus.

Lights, focus.

It is a circular venue.

Looking back is a red banner that says "The 6th Academic Exchange Conference on Universe and Society Theory".

The writer stood on the podium surrounded by flowers and took a deep breath. Thick sweat dripped from his forehead. He took out the square handkerchief from his coat pocket and gently wiped the sweat away.

go.

The writer at this moment is like an audience, looking at the writer on the stage. It is himself, but it is not like himself. He is somewhere between separation and harmony, not knowing where he is.

Like a holographic projection.

"This..." A girl in front of the stage handed a video to the boy next to her in surprise, pointed her eyes at the writer on the stage, and whispered, "This is the one..."

The boy looked at it carefully, then widened his eyes and nodded, "It seems to be true~"

The video is very strange: a young man rode a bicycle and stood at the door, pondering for a moment in front of the sign. On the sign, a human figure pointed to the sidewalk, and a bicycle shape pointed to the non-motorized lane. Then the writer got out of the car, pushed the bicycle, and people

On the sidewalk, the car is pushed to the non-motorized lane.

The security guard at the security booth looked at the young man in confusion.

"I didn't expect that he turned out to be..."

The writer adjusted the microphone and said, "Hey, hey~"

The sound quality is good, no noise.

After looking at the audience, there was a huge crowd. Kawa Yuan waved to the writer in the crowd, but the writer pretended not to see her. Kawa Yuan puffed up his cheeks, feeling a little unhappy.

Jiang Che sat in a wheelchair and looked at Chuan Yuan next to him with a smile, "Interesting".

"No, he ignored me~" Chuan Yuan rolled his eyes.

"I am talking about you."

"I?!"

"Your strategy is very special~" Jiang Che smiled and turned his gaze to the stage. There were one or two rays of light in his dark pupils, maybe it was just an illusion of artificial light.

"Cough cough cough~" The writer displayed the first slide on the big screen, with a few big words on it, "Cosmic Sociology".

This is a new discipline, founded in several major aerospace countries. Generally speaking, it extends along the lines of human sociology, but it is also very different from human sociology. It mainly studies the contact of civilizations.

The problem, in fact, stems from Feixing’s research.

"Let's make things clear," the writer propped up the podium and started speaking.

The sociology of the universe is now very simple. There are only two laws.

The first rule, the definition of civilization, the traditional definition is roughly the category of human beings, which is conducive to understanding and adapting to the objective world, in line with human spiritual pursuits, the humanistic spirit that can be recognized and accepted by the vast majority of people, and the sum of inventions and creations. Now

Extend it further, so the original definition will no longer apply. The writer tentatively gave him a definition of all living groups and non-human beings that distinguish themselves from each other and have the ability to create independently.

A living organism or swarm.

It can be seen that this definition is very broad. If it were placed on the earth, it would be relatively unsuitable. For example, chimpanzees can make simple creations, but humans do not regard them as a civilization.

It's just that humans have no other first-hand or indirect information about civilization except themselves. This definition can only be said to be a guess.

The second law, contact theory.

This point is also very simple, peace and war. Just to explain this point, hundreds of schools of thought insist on it, and there is no way to prove it.

The first type of cosmic peace theory is not delusionalism in a simple sense. The word "terror" should be added in front of this peace theory. The terror peace theory believes that war is unlikely to break out in the universe.

There are two schools. The pessimist believes that because of the counter-use of the "Dark Forest Law" (detailed introduction in "The Three-Body Problem" by 21st century Chinese writer Liu Dada), all civilizations that take risks will be deterred, and civilized wars will be controlled.

In the end, it can only be symbiosis.

As for the optimists, their ideas are more abstract. The stage gap between civilizations will lead to no war at all. For example, between an elephant and an ant, there is no intersection between them in terms of survival or communication. Strong

Too strong, too weak, there is no need for war at all. At the same time, what needs to be noted is that for a civilization, tens of thousands of years are short. The beginning of a war can be dominated by the strong, but after the war begins

, everything will not end with the will of the strong. If a nuclear bomb is used to bombard a primitive tribe, it is worth noting that the primitive tribe may also learn about this atomic theory through contact, and eventually the nuclear bomb will fall on the launcher.

Overhead. This time will be very long, but it is still too short for a civilization.

As for the theory of war, it is more complicated. They admit the dark forest theory, but at the same time they do not agree with it. War is about vigilance. As long as you are vigilant enough, you can solve the loopholes in the black forest theory.

"If I were the war decision-maker of a foreign civilization, I would never launch a direct attack on a civilization," the writer glanced at the audience with cold eyes. "That would be too naive and impulsive."

"The first step is to create a puppet civilization, just like a computer hacker who constructs a virtual website before attacking." The writer drew three circles on the blackboard and labeled them respectively, Earth, foreign civilization and puppet civilization.

"My attack will start at a certain time point before this civilization goes offside," an arrow was sent from the puppet civilization, pointing to the earth.

"My attack method will be carried out in a way that this civilization can understand, or even completely see through." The writer drew an illustration on the earth. "The simplest and most unpretentious attack will destroy this civilization. Completely evade civilization.

between technologies, and the dangers caused by reverse interpretation.”

This reverse interpretation would be fatal. Genghis Khan bombed Europe with gunpowder, and the Europeans finally mastered gunpowder.

If it is a higher level and reverse interpretation, then this danger will be even more terrifying.

The development brought about by war can be seen from World War I and World War II. In wars that destroy civilization, such risks must be avoided.

"The last step is to monitor this civilization," the writer drew a circle outside the earth, "and bomb this civilization regularly! It takes all your strength for a tiger to fight a rabbit."

"A heavy sword without an edge will destroy everything." The writer gently raised his eyelids and looked at the audience.

His eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

The most unsolvable conspiracy in the world. The intrigue of the conspiracy is based on information asymmetry and psychological games. But the existence of the conspiracy is an absolute crushing, with no room for resistance.

"Teacher!" A girl raised her hand.

"Say!" The writer glanced at the classmate who stood up, his face expressionless.

"Is there any reason why the contact you mentioned led to the war? If human civilization wars are guided by values, then can it be considered that there is a value relationship between extraterrestrial civilizations and the earth?" The girl pushed up her glasses.

"The relationship may not necessarily be valuable. What is honey to him is poison to me." The writer did not hesitate, "but there will definitely be a war."

"Why?"

"There is an instinct to survive," the writer capped his charcoal pen and continued holding on to the small blackboard. "I just gave a definition to differentiate between things and myself. Individuals of this kind of civilization must understand the concept of death, or they

Understand the concept of reproduction.”

"So, they have the instinct to preserve themselves, and they use materials other than themselves to protect themselves."

The girl sat down.

A bald man stood up and said, "Sir, I have a question."

The writer didn't answer, it was nonsense, you stood up, there is a problem only if there is no problem.

"Is it possible that this civilization is at a very low level, but is extremely outstanding in a certain field, and a high-level civilization has no chance of destroying it?"

The writer pondered for a while and replied seriously, "The state of the earth is impossible, but... if... then it is possible, because apart from physics, we cannot prove whether there is magic."

The audience laughed.

The writer drew a radar chart on the blackboard, drew a huge protrusion in an area, and marked the two words "magic" on it. He continued seriously, "Problems that cannot be solved in the field of physics are not unsolvable.

, if magic exists, I believe that this type of mysterious power will make this civilization radar map extremely uneven."

"Are you talking about theology?" There was a whistle in the audience, and a young man stood up and smiled wildly.

"How to deny God?" The writer shook his head, "This world is so precisely arranged, and..."

"That's enough!" The boy stood up and cheered, "This is impossible~ You should be a firm atheist."

"Are you an engineering student?" The writer ignored him and asked a digression.

"I am a 'primary school student'!"

Everyone laughed again.

"Sit down," the writer said calmly, pressing his hand on the table.

"snort!"

"What I'm talking about does not exist at a high technical level. It is actually a conjecture." The writer gently erased the handwriting on the blackboard, "because when faced with these things, you have no resistance at all."

Chance."

When the war began, most people were in an unknown state.

Human cognition is a line, but this world does have various dimensions, and human beings are limited in their ability to penetrate these spaces.

Just imagine a simple question. If exploring the world is to get out of the maze of Grete Island, every civilization will be a "Theseus".

Human beings pulled the red wool thread, walked on the exact same road, and finally found a more correct path.

But we can be sure that this road is definitely not the closest, and it must be unnecessary.

If a civilization is lucky enough to find the best shortcut among the complicated ruins, then this incomprehensible development method is magic to humans walking on the winding road.

The history of human evolution lasts for 3 million to 4 million years, and the history of human civilization is only tens of thousands of years at most. If writing is used as a symbol (human civilization can achieve explosive growth through education after the formation of writing), about 5,000 years,

If we reduce the history of human evolution to one year, it is unfortunate that the highlight moment of mankind appears in the last half of the last day. If we talk about science, it can only be found in the last few minutes. Human cognition is naive.

Yes, at least he is not mature enough.

The civilization theories mentioned by the writer are just conjectures, which cannot be confirmed or falsified before encountering contact with civilization.

"Sir," a white man in military uniform stood up. This man had a high nose, blue eyes, and curly hair, "I noticed that you have an empty emotion when you face the universe."

Chinese is spoken very standardly. A common problem for Indo-European speakers when speaking Chinese is the backward position of their tongue. This foreigner handles his tongue position very well. If it weren't for his appearance, you would definitely think that he is a Chinese.

"Yes," the writer nodded, "a humble emotion."

Facing the blow of the universe, the writer is desperate.

There is no mark on the officer's collar badge, and there is a golden ribbon on the chest, indicating that the rank is not low.

"Why?" As a soldier, for the sake of the honor on their shoulders, they have to overcome this instinct to avoid danger. This is not understandable to ordinary people. "Is it a technical problem?"

"No, technology will eventually disappear in the face of time. What I worry about is another problem."

"What is that?" the officer became increasingly puzzled.

"In the period of human ignorance, some great people will appear." The writer threw away the pen in his hand and paced in the center of the podium. "Of course it is not that simple for these people's theories to be expounded and form religions."

"Yes, sir," the officer looked at the writer doubtfully. He didn't quite understand what this had to do with his despair about the earth.

"If the same kind can become the object of worship, then if this person is replaced by a civilization, can it also form a religion on the earth!"

The writer's face twitched and he said gloomily, "A religion of self-destruction."

The officer felt a chill running down his spine. This...

When human armed forces are protecting their people, their people have psychologically betrayed their own race. Once this kind of cult-like thing spreads, it will give people a sense of God coming to the earth.

A sense of powerlessness and humiliation.

Artificial light shines on the writer's face. He seems to be wearing a white mask, floating like a ghost in the darkness.

This is not a good sign. Human will is on the verge of collapse, which is more deadly than defeat by weapons.

"Sir, do you believe in foreign civilizations?"

"No, I'm Chinese, we don't believe in religion," the writer shook his head, "My despair comes from this situation, not the situation itself."

The officer looked at this young man in surprise. He was very special.

"Glory belongs to God." The officer put his hand on his chest (a religious behavior) and sat down. He leaned straight forward, sat two-thirds of the way on his buttocks, and looked straight ahead. His behavior was so exemplary that the writer couldn't help but read more.

Take a look at this officer.

Nothing happened after the speech. They were all boring questions. The writer answered perfunctorily. He was not the same as this group of people.

Bow, applause. The writer walked off the stage and sat next to an old man.

The speech continued, and an Englishman came up.

The old man is naturally Jin Lao. His hair is snow-white, with only a few hairs left, and he maintains vegetation coverage extremely tenaciously. However, his complexion is very good, with some rosy color on his cheeks.

"Why did you agree to this exchange meeting?" said the hoarse voice. Mr. Jin knew the writer very well and had no interest in this kind of thing.

"Threatened by your students," the writer tilted his head, and Mr. Jin turned around. Seeing Chuan Yuan's evasive eyes, he realized something was wrong.

"It can't be..." Mr. Jin was surprised and did not continue.

The writer frowned slightly, "It might be worse than we thought."

The British talked about a brief history of the future, which was generally about the development direction of civilization. It was very interesting, and the reaction below was very intense.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Jin had the impression that Sichuan Yuan was an eccentric and tormenting person.

The writer glanced sideways at Mr. Jin, "Did he tell you that I wanted to participate, so that's why you came?"

"Huh? That's right~" Mr. Jin immediately realized something was wrong, "Could it be that she said the same thing to both of us?"

The writer nodded, "About."

"I'm...sorry."

The writer shook his head. He was careless. The shrewd hunter was deceived by the cunning fox. He didn't even notice such a simple trick. Kawayuan, you are dead.

Chuanyuan, Aqie~ A chill ran down my back.

When she took out the silk scarf, she saw Jiang Che sitting in a wheelchair beside him with dull eyes. His face was gloomy and terrifying, as if he had been stimulated by something.

Chuan Yuan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Jiang Che. As a result, Jiang Che's hand clamped down on her like lightning, and with a backhand twist, there was a bang, and her elbow was dislocated.

"Pain~Pain" (Japanese: Pain. Pronounced as: "Stay"), Kawahara couldn't help shouting out in a panic.

Jiang Che loosened his hands and raised his eyelids, "I'm sorry~すみません" and got distracted.

"Sister, you're so strong..." Kawa Yuan blushed. His sharp twist just now blocked her blood flow, and now his face was congested with blood.

Several boys in the front row turned around when they heard the sound and looked at the two of them meaningfully.

However, Jiang Che's insect-like eyes made him shrink back his evil thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, sister?"

"Maybe it's murder~" The red lips parted slightly, and the eyes were starry.