"Photonic computer technology?!"

A look of horror flashed in Lu Yongchang's eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up from the chair.

But he was forced back by the electromagnetic adsorption device on the chair.

"hiss……"

He endured the pain from his waist and quickly spoke: "Zero, translate these words!"

The holographic projection directly in front of the command center is divided into two.

On the left side of the projection is the original Proxima Centauri text.

On the right, a string of familiar Chinese characters begins to appear.

As the translation increases, the text of the translation begins to change slightly.

That's zero making some adjustments to the context.

After all, some nouns or verbs are not common in both civilizations, and can only be understood after appropriate adjustments.

Lu Yongchang frowned slightly, and looked at the ever-changing translation in front of him, and was filled with surprise.

How is that possible?

The Proxima Centar civilization actually mastered photon computer technology?!

Compared with the hardware level, their software level is like just graduated from kindergarten.

If they are so "subject to science", no wonder their development will stagnate...

While waiting, Lu Yongchang secretly complained about the development status of his "neighbors".

"Professor, the translation is completed."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

After a short wait time, the text that was constantly changing on the holographic projection stabilized, and zero response sounded.

Lu Yongchang didn't say anything and looked carefully.

Perhaps because of the importance of this document, everyone in the command center stopped their actions.

Like Lu Yongchang, several professional and counterpart researchers turned their eyes to the holographic projection ahead, trying to "observe" the so-called alien technology.

After looking up at the "Shistoric Book" in front of him, most scientific researchers turned their eyes to Lu Yongchang, trying to see something from the expression on his face.

for a long time.

Lu Yongchang exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

"How about it?"

Looking at the satisfied and regretful expression on Lu Yongchang's face, Fang Xu asked quickly.

Faced with the inquiry, Lu Yongchang nodded first, then shook his head.

These actions directly confused Fang Xu.

"No, what do you mean when you shake your head and nod?" Fang Xu said with confusion, "Isn't this photon computer technology?"

Lu Yongchang sighed slightly and whispered.

"It's indeed photonic computer technology."

"Then you..." Fang Xu was speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry, listen to me first." Lu Yongchang said, as he reached out and dragged the holographic projection in front of him in the air. "It's just that it's not a mature photon computer."

"Simply put, it's just a prototype."

“It provides us with a completely new direction to implement photonic computers.”

"The central computer of Proxima Centre civilization should be created based on the principles of this document."

As he said that, a little expectation appeared in Lu Yongchang's eyes: "I have a premonition that if everything goes well, we should be able to create a real photon computer soon."

Fang Xu nodded blankly and said, "Then... why doesn't Proxima Centar civilization develop real photon computers in this direction?"

Lu Yongchang's face suddenly became strange.

He reached out and swept through the air again, enlarging the upper right corner of the translation a few points.

"Did you see it?" Lu Yongchang pointed to the holographic image, "This is the answer."

[The project is established and it is expected to start researching this project in 50 years]

Fang Xu: “…”

"Damn... this Proxima Centar civilization can such an important research take so long?!"

Lu Yongchang shrugged: "It seems that Atoka was right at the time. This civilization has become corrupted to its core."

As he said that, a hint of gratitude appeared on his face.

"Fortunately, it decayed to its core."

"Otherwise, what we are facing should be a true second-level civilization."

Hearing this, everyone present showed a look of gratitude on their faces.

"Professor, another team of robots has successfully entered the Dungeon 2."

In order to facilitate distinction, Lu Yongchang divided the two dungeons into No. 1 and No. 2.

Zero's voice was still calm.

Lu Yongchang immediately sat upright: "What did you find?"

The projection image changes instantly.

The same messy ground.

However, the two dungeons are obviously different.

"This dungeon... seems to be a little lower-end?"

Fang Xu expressed Lu Yongchang's thoughts.

good.

Compared with Dungeon No. 1, Dungeon No. 2 is like a...

"Slums." Lu Yongchang squeezed a few words out of his mouth.

"It seems that this is what Atoka said of the class distinction."

"I didn't expect that all of them have reached this point, and these Proxima Century people have to do this thing..."

As he said that, he shook his head helplessly.

The lens direction changes slowly.

When he saw the corpse on the ground, Lu Yongchang's eyes suddenly moved.

"stop!"

He looked a little serious: "Zero, turn the camera back."

Zero quickly executed the command.

"Let the robot get closer." Lu Yongchang said again.

The picture gradually narrowed, and the slightly corrupt corpses seemed particularly clear.

"What's so good about this...are you just some Proxima Centres who are still in their childhood?"

Fang Xu looked at the body that had obviously shrunk a few times in the picture and said angrily: "Can you still want to bring them back?"

Lu Yongchang did not respond to Fang Xu's complaints, but looked at the holographic projection in front of him with a serious expression.

"Yongchang?"

Fang Xu discovered the problem in Lu Yongchang's expression, and he turned his head to look at the holographic screen again.

"This is not a young Proxima Century."

Lu Yongchang said firmly.

"But this body shape and appearance..."

Lu Yongchang lowered his head and operated on the holographic projection in front of him, and cast a picture from Dungeon No. 1 onto the holographic image.

"If that was a young Proxima Centre, what is this?"

A Proxima Century corpse dressed in black and obviously tender was clearly presented to everyone.

"this……"

Fang Xu was speechless for a moment.

Lu Yongchang frowned and stared at several pictures in the holographic projection.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Maybe, this is why our genetic weapons are biased?"

He murmured to himself: "Proxima Centar civilization is composed of two different races?"

After pondering for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Zero, look for it in the central computer of Dungeon 1, maybe there is relevant information."

The completely different scenes of the two dungeons made Lu Yongchang realize a problem.

Dungeon No. 2 has almost no use value.

Good things should be in the Dungeon No. 1.

Thinking of this, he issued an order again.

"Leave ten robots for Dungeon No. 2, and the rest of the robots will all go to Dungeon No. 1!"
Chapter completed!