Deep Space Planet Leader

Senior Brother Zhao blinked his eyes: "A hundred years ago, Mr. Qi Yuanshan had calculated the appearance of Earth Era, and the rest of the conclusions were given by him..."

"Unfortunately, he did not give a stronger conclusion."

"So far, the new civilization history has not laid a real theoretical foundation. We need more geniuses to get involved and also need More accurate historical samples...The Deep Space Foundation on Earth is burdened with such a task."

Zhang Yuan's doubts in his mind are even greater.

Someone wants to predict the future, this is incredible!

Seeing his expression, Senior Brother Zhao smiled and said nothing.

After a long silence, he said again: "Do you know what kind of civilization the Earth civilization is in calculation?"

"What civilization?"

"Mediocre civilization."

Is the Earth civilization very mediocre?

Zhang Yuan doesn't think so, at least it is still growing.

Finally, Zhao Qingfeng said again: "Don’t believe it, pessimistic scientists actually make up the vast majority."

"Senior Brother Zhao, you are also pessimistic. Expected?"

"Yes..." Zhao Qingfeng said again: "Your father was once a member of the Council of Science and made great contributions to this subject. Unfortunately, he I haven’t seen today, our departure..."

"If you want to know about calculations in this area, you can visit Professor Lin Fangzheng of the Science Council. I think he will welcome you very much... …"

Aroused Zhang Yuan's strong curiosity, Senior Brother Zhao refused to say anything, and hated him simply gnash the teeth.

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

In the next few days, it was boring to be idle anyway. Zhang Yuan applied to Academician Ding for more work projects, including the mathematical basic design of the new civilized industry.

Before hibernation, you can do as much as you can, and there are no hard and fast rules.

It’s always a good thing to keep yourself busy.

Immediately afterwards, he brace oneself again, and couldn't help his strong curiosity, and went to visit Professor Lin Fangzheng, the chairman of the Science Council.

This is a middle-aged man who looks very kind, with a scholarly demeanor, a bit similar to Professor Wang Zhong's temperament, but more kind.

"You are already a Level 16 job, are you?"

"Yes, just commented." Zhang Yuan nodded, I have done a good job recently His work, coupled with his sufficient abilities, made his job level soar to rocket-like.

Usually graduate students have only Level 10 positions.

"Very good! I read your turbulence paper... By the way, do you have any relevant knowledge about the motivational theory of dreams?"

"Motivational theory? Me I have read Professor Wang Zhong’s paper."

The two chatted casually, Zhang Yuan gradually relaxed. This type of scholar is very easy to discuss, as long as you have real talents, the two sides are equivalent to standing on the same starting line, there is no particularly big divided into high and low.

Professor Lin Fangzheng nodded and said: "...My research direction is mainly new civilization history, which has a lot to do with motivation theory. This subject is too complicated and urgently needs more geniuses. To perfect such a subject."

Zhang Yuan said: "In the future, I can try to learn. Anyway, after waking up from hibernation, I have a lot of time."

Lin Fangzheng:" That's good, I will send some information to your mailbox. If you are interested, you can take a look... If you have any good ideas, you can also try to write some related papers and send them to me."

"The history of Earth civilization will bring a qualitative change to this subject. We must seize the opportunity of this time."

Zhang Yuan feels a little funny inexplicably, one pretending to be mathematics The political discipline of China does not sound so offensive. Even the rulers on Earth actually support this subject, and I don't understand why these experts have such great abilities.

Farewell to Professor Lin, Zhang Yuan returned to his bedroom and sighed slightly.

He read this famous but somewhat mysterious subject with a little nervousness...

One day later.

He blushed and put down the information in blue, as if he had been persuaded in his heart.

Just some fur, he feels that the knowledge reserve is a bit insufficient.

This discipline seems to come from the mysterious chaos. Unimaginable, the creator of this subject is amazing and brilliant.

While reading, the exquisite structure made him even want to take a picture of it!

However, unfortunately, this discipline gave birth to an ultimate prophecy: Earth civilization is nothing but a mediocre civilization.

……

In the next ten months, Zhang Yuan gave full play to his workaholic characteristics and became extremely busy. He successively published several papers, one on the application of Ricci curvature flow in industrial design, and the other on the theoretical methods of topological obstacles, all of which have aroused good responses.

But because the total population is relatively small, it always feels weak.

The entire living environment is undergoing drastic changes, and people are entering hibernation every day.

When I think of saying goodbye to this era, no matter what I do, it seems to lose its original meaning.

This feeling is very strange.

Perhaps, people themselves are social animals. If there is only one person living in the world, even if it is immortal, it doesn't make much sense.

On this day, it is finally Zhang Yuan's turn to hibernate.

"Come on, toast to you!"

After finishing the last work summary, Academician Ding and Senior Brother Zhao are seeing him off. Other good friends, Li Zhendong and Ye Kaifu have hibernated, and Zhang Yuan sent them away.

Dang!

Zhang Yuan just touched the cup with his lips and drank a little boiled water in it.

In order to prepare for hibernation, he hasn't eaten for two days. He just injects a little glucose regularly to maintain physical function. My belly is empty, but under the effect of medicine, I don't feel any hunger.

"Farewell to my friends on Earth?"

"Farewell."

Zhang Yuan could not say anything more. He has sent a video with his friends on Earth one after another, and has received many blessings.

Maybe because of the hibernation medicine injection, Zhang Yuan felt that his head was groggy, with a slight dullness.

This sluggishness also conceals a series of depression and loss before hibernation.

"Go, in a while, we will also enter hibernation." Academician Ding shook the head and sighed in a low voice, "This era will always pass. Don’t be too sad, here we are. People who approve, you have to be prepared for this..."

Soon, Zhang Yuan came to the hibernation report.

A middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Do you have any regrets left behind?"

Zhang Yuan thought for a while, and finally said, "No more. "

"Your property?"

"It has been arranged."

Then he signed his name on the agreement.

With the support of the two nurses, Zhang Yuan lay quietly in a rectangular hibernation device. Then, the nurses injected a certain amount of medicine into Zhang Yuan again.

To put it vividly, these hibernation chambers are like drawers embedded in a large cooling device.

Everyone has less than two cubic meters of space. With just such a small amount of space, they have to sleep in it for hundreds of years.

A drowsy heaviness came from my mind.

Although the nerves have been completely paralyzed, the painful feeling of parting is still unstoppable.

In this brief moment, Zhang Yuan couldn't help feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Don't worry, the failure rate of the hibernation warehouse is below 1 in 1 million."

"If there is no special situation, your hibernation time is 183 years, and then It took about two years to recover my sobriety and work for about two years..."

183, it's a long, really long time.

In the nurse's gentle voice, Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly dimmed.

"In three months, I will hibernate too."

"Hey, yeah..."

This is hazy, The last two words heard.

Immediately afterwards, the hibernation chamber was closed, and the ultra-low temperature liquid flooded him and solidified his life.

The world is plunged into darkness, like a series of hallucinations at the moment of death.

All the memories in life, floating through my mind, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, university... countless wonderful memories. The conversation with father, the memo on Earth, and the stories that happened on spaceship...

Goodbye, this era.

Time in this brief moment, from a sluggish snail to a wild horse with curly hair.

From birth to death, from failure to success, love and joy, pursuit and struggle, excitement and depression, everything, everything, is condensed into a lonely and meaningless singularity ...

Some stories happened.

Some stories are over...

Many stories have happened.

Many stories are over...

10 years...

20 years...

30 years...

100 years...

183 years!