Li Zhendong is right. After all, people are a social creature. The gradual decrease of similar types is like the gradual decline of leaves on a big tree, and the remaining leaves will also produce a similar sense of uneasiness.

Even Zhang Yuan had similar thoughts. Seeing his friends fall asleep one by one, he always gave him the illusion of being abandoned by the times.

Once he was having a meal in the cafeteria, he suddenly realized that except for the tireless robot, he was the only one in the cafeteria.

The feeling of loneliness made him not know how to describe it, and he could only be stunned for a while, and then put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

Have no appetite to eat anything.

When the sober population falls below 10,000, basically, the functions that should be closed are turned off, including most laboratories and industrial areas, only retaining the most basic survival needs.

All the population has been merged into Area A, and the merger of popularity has made the surrounding atmosphere a little more lively.

Everyone is assigned a small house hanging on a large centrifugal wheel, similar to the kind of house in Europa. At 11 o'clock at night, the entire Ferris wheel will rotate, which will simulate the gravity of the earth in equivalent.

The large circular living area of ​​Earth Age itself will reduce the rotation speed to one-twentieth of the standard speed, and it will only take more than one point to rotate in half an hour.

The reduction in angular velocity means that the simulated equivalent gravity is only 0.22 times that of the Earth.

There is no way, no machinery can work normally in space for 3,000 years. If the central bearing of Earth Age is worn too seriously and a malfunction occurs, it will be impossible to repair it by relying solely on the personnel in the spacecraft.

Only by spinning as slowly as a snail can you survive a long time.

In addition to new tasks in nuclear power plants, Zhang Yuan's amateur learning task is to be responsible for turbulence monitoring of nuclear fusion engines.

In fact, it is a very boring and idle thing. It has been more than 30 years since the birth of the second-generation engine, and its control methods have long been very perfect. Under normal circumstances, there will be no big mistakes.

And he himself no longer wants to continue to study the problem of turbulence.

In other words, even he himself felt that he could not achieve better and stronger results in this field.

However, Senior Brother Zhao, next door, has been reading young comics in his spare time, which is surprising. Perhaps it was his wife and the girls in the laboratory who hibernated, which made him reveal his true nature.

It turns out that Senior Brother Zhao is such a reluctant person.

"Zhang Yuan." In this kind of idle work, Senior Brother Zhao suddenly said: "There is no longer a scientific research in the spacecraft. To relax, you really need to relax. Otherwise, such a small population may be depressed. My book "Pirate King" is still an authentic comic. Do you want to lend it to you to see?"

Zhang Yuandao: "Study makes me happy."

"Ahem," Senior Brother Zhao immediately returned to his seriousness: "I also think this job is too simple for you. Perhaps, you can do some more difficult jobs. I have four directions to recommend to you..."

“Four directions?”

"First, the new industrial standard design, some very trivial and complex mathematical calculations, if you want, you can go to Academician Ding to take on some tasks."

"Secondly, learn some knowledge about the spacecraft control system. I believe that the scientific committee will enable you to have higher authority. Of course, the more people who know about spacecraft control engineering, the better, and it is more convenient to take a turn to rest during hibernation."

"Third, write some doctoral thesis and obtain a doctoral degree. Your current level of knowledge has reached the doctoral level in theory, but it is still not possible without a paper. With all the laboratories closed, I suggest you can convert to science and do some math, or new civilization history work."

Senior Brother Zhao talked happily: "Especially the history of new civilizations. If you are interested in this subject, you can consider self-study... Well... This school is actually quite interesting. The Science Council also intends to absorb you..."

"New Civilization School?" Zhang Yuan has always been not interested in politics. "I don't have any political beliefs, can I join this school?"

Zhao Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at him: "You know, it's a little different from the usual ones. The New Civilization School is a cosmic sociology that pursues truth and logic. It does not have too complex and old-fashioned political concepts, otherwise it would have been seized by the ruling class on earth..."

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if it was true.

But he didn't say anything else, why do he say that his ideas are the truth?

Sure enough, Senior Brother Zhao smiled and said, "I have already said a few days ago that the core content of the New Civilization School is pure mathematics. I don't know whether mathematics is the ultimate truth, but it may be the closest thing to the truth."

"We generate the entire civilized decision through calculations, and this decision is most likely to be the global optimal solution, not the local optimal solution, and will not have the same situation as before, which is very applicable and very bad in the future."

"This kind of decision is not something a leader slapped his head and came up with a self-righteous method that could be compared..."

Zhang Yuan thought for a while and said in confusion: "A civilized decision-making is subject to calculations. Your idea is very good, and even the ruling class does not need it."

"But how should we calculate? How to ensure the accuracy of the algorithm? Calculation is also given by people. How to ensure the fairness of people themselves? Can artificial intelligence computing be used to generate decisions that convince the public?"

"I think it's hard for ordinary people to accept that the fate is handed over to algorithms and calculations. They will doubt and don't like this controlled behavior. Human beings can be ruled by other people, but they cannot be ruled by artificial intelligence..."

"Yes, you're right. These are all problems."

Senior Brother Zhao shook his head and sighed: "Humans are a arrogant creature. They always think that they can hold the throat of fate. Unfortunately, 99% of people cannot. This is indeed the biggest obstacle."

He asked a question again, "How many colonial spacecraft do you think Earth civilization can launch in the next few hundred years?"

Zhang Yuan thought for a while, "There may be one or two more ships, or three or four ships, which may be possible."

Senior Brother Zhao smiled mysteriously and stretched out a finger: "66.23% probability, one ship."

"There are no other possibilities left."

Zhang Yuan was slightly surprised. Looking at Senior Brother Zhao's expression, he was not joking.

He thought for a few seconds and questioned, "How to calculate the probability?"
Chapter completed!