Senior Brother Zhao blinked: "A hundred years ago, Mr. Qi Yuanshan had calculated the appearance of the Earth Age, and the remaining conclusion was given by him..."

"It's a pity that he didn't give a stronger conclusion."

"The new civilization history has not laid a real theoretical foundation so far. We need more geniuses to participate, and more accurate historical samples... The Deep Space Foundation on Earth has undertaken such a task."

Zhang Yuan's doubts were even greater.

It’s incredible that someone wants to predict the future!

Seeing his expression, Senior Brother Zhao smiled without saying a word.

After a while of silence, he said again: "Do you know what kind of civilization is the earth's civilization in calculation?"

"What civilization?"

"A mediocre civilization."

Is Earth civilization very mediocre?

Zhang Yuan doesn't think so, at least he is still thriving.

Finally, Zhao Qingfeng said again: "Don't disbelief, pessimistic scientists actually account for a huge majority."

"Senior Brother Zhao, are you also holding pessimistic expectations?"

"Yes..." Zhao Qingfeng said again: "Your father was once a member of the Science Council and made great contributions to this discipline. Unfortunately, he did not see our departure today..."

"If you want to understand this aspect of calculation, you can visit Professor Lin Fangzheng of the Science Council. I think he will welcome you..."

It aroused Zhang Yuan's strong curiosity, and Senior Brother Zhao refused to say anything, and he hated him so much that he was itchy.

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

In the next few days, I was bored anyway, so Zhang Yuan applied for more work projects to Academician Ding, including the basic mathematical design of the new civilized industry.

Before hibernation, do as much as you can, and there are no particularly rigid regulations.

Keeping yourself busy is always a good thing, and you won’t think about anything.

Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth and couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity, and visited Professor Lin Fangzheng, the president 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, and even more kind.

"You are already a sixteenth-level job, are you?"

"Yes, I just rated it." Zhang Yuan nodded. He has done a good job recently, and his ability is enough to make his work level soar like a rocket.

Usually, graduate students only have level 10 positions.

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

"Motivation Theory? I have read Professor Wang Zhong's paper."

The two of them chatted casually for a few words, and Zhang Yuan gradually relaxed. This type of scholar is easy to discuss. As long as you have real talent and knowledge, both sides are equivalent to standing on the same starting line, without a particularly large difference in height.

Professor Lin Fangzheng nodded and said, "...My research direction is mainly new civilization history, which is closely related to motivation theory. This discipline is too complicated and more geniuses are urgently needed to improve such a discipline."

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

Lin Fangzheng: "That's good. I will send some information to your email address. 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 discipline, and we must seize this opportunity."

Zhang Yuan felt a little funny inexplicably. A political subject disguised as mathematics doesn't sound so disgusted. Even the rulers on earth actually support this subject, which is a bit confused. Why are these experts so capable?

After saying goodbye 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.

His face turned red and he put down the information in a flash, and he seemed to have been convinced in his heart.

Just a little bit of a superficial feeling that he lacks knowledge reserves.

This discipline seems to be derived from the mysterious chaos. It is hard to imagine that the creators of this discipline are so amazing.

When reading, the exquisite structure made him unable to help but want to applaud the scene!

However, unfortunately, this subject gave birth to an ultimate prophecy: Earth civilization is nothing more than a mediocre civilization.

...

In the next ten months, Zhang Yuan fully utilized his workaholic characteristics and became particularly busy. He published several papers, one on the application of RII curvature flow in industrial design, and the other on the theoretical methods of topological obstacles, which all caused good responses.

However, because of the small total population, I always feel that it is not very powerful.

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

When I think about saying goodbye to this era, no matter what I do, it seems that I have lost my original meaning.

This feeling is very strange.

Perhaps, humans themselves are social animals. If only one person lives in the world, even if they are immortal, there will be no great significance.

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

"Come on, I'll give you a drink!"

After finishing the last work summary, Academician Ding and Senior Brother Zhao were saying goodbye to him. Other good friends, Li Zhendong and Ye Kaifu, were already hibernating, and Zhang Yuan sent them away.

when!

Zhang Yuan just touched his lips and drank a little boiled water inside.

In order to prepare for hibernation, he has not eaten for two days, but has just injected a little glucose regularly to maintain his body function. His stomach is empty, but under the influence of the medicine, he does not feel any hunger.

"Have you said goodbye to your friends on Earth?"

"Say goodbye."

Zhang Yuan couldn't say anything extra. He had sent videos to his friends on earth one by one and received many blessings.

Perhaps because of the injection of hibernation agent, Zhang Yuan felt his head drowsy and slightly dull.

This dullness also obscures a series of frustrations and losses before hibernation.

"Go, in a while, we will also enter hibernation." Academician Ding shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "This era will always pass. Don't be too sad. We people must be prepared like this..."

Soon, Zhang Yuan came to the hibernation report place.

A middle-aged man whispered, "Do you still have any regrets of losing it?"

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

Fictionally speaking, these hibernation chambers are like drawers, embedded in a large cooling device.

Everyone has less than two cubic meters of space, and just a little space, they have to sleep in it for hundreds of years.

A drowsy heavy hits the mind.

Although the nerves have been completely paralyzed, the painful feeling of letting go still cannot be stopped.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, the failure rate of the hibernation warehouse is less than one in a million."

"If there is no special situation, your hibernation time is 183 years, and then you will be awake and work for about two years..."

183, very long, really long.

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

"In another three months, I will hibernate too."

"Oh, yes..."

These are the last two sentences I heard in a hazy dim light.

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

The world is in a dim light, as if a series of hallucinations appearing at the moment of dying.

All the memories of life float through my mind, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, university...numerous wonderful memories. Talk to my father, the memo on the earth, and the stories that happened on the spacecraft...

Goodbye, this era.

At this moment, time went from a slow snail to a wild horse.

From birth to death, from failure to success, love and joy, pursuit and struggle, excitement and depression, everything, everything, everything, everything, has 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...
Chapter completed!