Deep Space Fleet

Throughout the history, Zhang Yuan was dizzy when he saw the rapid differentiation between the rich and the poor.

He sighed deeply, he didn't know how to comment.

Very strange and familiar.

It's natural and unnatural.

He seemed to remember the past when the village in the city was demolished, a group of villagers looked ecstatic and ecstatic, and the temptation of getting rich overnight, who could refuse?

If you think about it, if the price is enough, the whole country will be sold in packages, and there seems to be no problem ... There is no dignity in itself, you ca n’t eat enough, let alone the empty slogan of "love the country".

Civilization is still that civilization, but under the influence of time, it is not the original civilization.

In the vast universe, time is an axis that extends indefinitely. At each time node, countless brilliant cultures have emerged, and countless cultures have been annihilated and replaced.

Human beings have changed a lot from forest ancient apes to modern society, from living habits to leaps in thought, but it is human nature that will never change.

There is still a hundred years of history left. Before reading it, Zhang Yuan faintly felt that something bad would happen.

He sat idly in position, deducing the earth civilization, what will happen in the future, even if there are ready-made answers in his hands, but he does not want to know for the time being.

"After work, meal time!" Brother Zhao patted Zhang Yuan's shoulder, "take a rest."

Zhang Yuan jumped up from the stool and sighed silently.

The two came to the cafeteria while talking.

The various dishes in the cafeteria are still so unpalatable.

"It's a bit rotten to control the fire, it's all steamed ... Isn't it that those robots who cook vegetables have been working for many years and can't even steam a single dish?"

Zhang Yuan missed Lin Xuanxuan's dishes a bit.

"I also think that the dishes these days are not very delicious. Maybe there is a problem with the robot ... let's go and see when we are done."

This cooking robot is actually quite simple. Various programs are accurate to milliseconds, but they are not intelligent at all, and it is impossible to distinguish whether there is too much water or whether there is steam leakage.

If the robot ages and something goes wrong, it will make the dish even worse.

"By the way, do we have the kind of intelligent robot here? The one that almost does all the housework." Zhang Yuan said, "Should the Foundation send the source code over?"

"Of course, in a simulated environment, the entire set of source code can run in supercomputing." Zhao Qingfeng said: "But the hardware can't. The various parts are usually 100,000. Where do we get these supporting parts ..."

"What about 3D printing."

"The first robot is often the most difficult. Even with identical drawings, we have to explore for a while. In addition, many current production lines have been shut down, and research is slower."

"Okay ..." Zhang Yuan gave up the idea. Obviously he has better technology, but it is limited to productivity.

While they were eating, they talked about the history of the new civilization.

Zhang Yuandao: "Congratulations, Brother Zhao. The successful launch of the second deep-space colony ship Golden Sun, a small prediction of the history of new civilization, has succeeded again."

"Really?" Zhao Qingfeng smiled. "The future is unknown. How do you know that the third ship will not be launched? You have only looked at the history of the first two hundred years, and there are still one hundred years behind."

Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly: "Because the Deep Space Foundation has begun to decline ... it is impossible."

"I feel that the Foundation has no influence and has called on the entire civilization to build a third deep space colony ship."

The more he studies, the more he understands the horrible prophecy of the history of new civilization: two ships are the whole of human civilization.

As on the same earth, Professor Wang Zhong said at the time, this is not a question of technology or economy, but a question of spiritual quality.

Time and civilization are mutually reinforcing.

In some ancient times, soldiers were able to die for the royal family, give up their lives, and even suicide by caesarean; in some times, some people could sacrifice everything for their beliefs ...

But in peaceful times, people have a hard time understanding the stories that happened in the past and find them incredible.

The Earth Age was born in the years when human beings most admired knowledge. And at that time, the deep space foundation's influence and organizational ability were also the greatest.

The Golden Sun was born in the time when interstellar trade and interstellar entrepreneurship were most flourishing. Just like the era of great navigation from the end of the 15th century to the beginning of the 16th century, rapid technological innovation and the temptation of money have made people have the most fervent desire to explore abroad.

"They all have strong epochal characteristics, and they did not appear out of thin air. From the current ideology, people have regarded aerospace engineering as a trivial thing, and the solar system project is also near completion.

"So it is difficult for people to have a third motivation to launch colonial ships to the outside world."

"Very good analysis," Brother Zhao patted. "Through the complicated calculations of the history of the new civilization, there will be a 60% probability."

He compared his fingers: "After 367 years, there is a large conference on the history of the new civilization. If you are interested, you can choose to wake up at that point in time."

"No problem." Zhang Yuan smiled. Can everything be planned after 367? Well, it's just a sleep, no big deal ...

After eating, the two spent several more hours trying to repair the cooking robot.

Five hundred years of sailing time, the frequency of failure of the entire spacecraft is getting higher and higher, and the places needing maintenance are gradually increasing. Fortunately, these faults that have happened before are small faults, not big errors of the core problem.

After solving this little trouble ~ www.readwn.com ~ it was night, Zhang Yuan and Brother Zhao bid farewell, and came to Xingchen Library alone.

The voyage is only one-fifth, but as the distance increases, it becomes more difficult for the spacecraft to receive signals from the earth. As the Deep Space Foundation weakens, one day, the organization will not be able to afford the increasingly high cost of signal launches.

"Ah, maybe."

Zhang Yuan just hoped that he could come later that day.

The feeling of being alone is subtle, and it's time to learn about the earth's history.

Open a news report at random, from the 27th century, is a follow-up survey of the relocated households.

[The wealthy mentality of the Malayan demolition households]

Mara is a small, poor country. In Zhang Yuan's time, there were no mineral deposits, no capital, and no talents. Some were just that prairie, where the people were basically on the verge of self-destruction.

But now, it's completely different.