From black technology to super engineering

"...my dad is a plumbing repairman, and my mom is a food union member."

"Our home lives on the seventeenth floor of the New Holy City. The area of ​​your human unit should be 35 square meters. There is only a small bedroom and living room."

"When I was young, I lived with my parents, and later my father slept in the living room, and I lived with my mother."

"Our housing is allocated. Except for scholars, ordinary people can only get a new residence quota after they get married. So until I became a trainee scholar, I lived with my parents, but when I grew up I started sleeping in the living room."

"Our living room has no concept of decoration, and there are not so many beautiful decorations. For the vast majority of the Kela people, before we met you, we didn't even know that there are so many convenient tools and tools for life in this world. Beautiful creation."

Hailin propped her hands behind her back, leaning her body towards the back, looking up at Zhou Xuchen who was standing in front of the bed and staring at her. Although she was smiling, she said with an inarticulate exclamation: "In my memory in it, as if all our work and all our actions, all of our lives, were to survive."

Zhou Xuchen has been listening carefully, even at the beginning there was an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart, but when he heard the end, the smile on his face disappeared.

It is undeniable that until a few years ago, and even now, human beings are still working hard to survive, but that is more of a policy lag. One day, the brilliance of human technological explosion will illuminate everyone.

Compared with the Canglan Star people who escaped alone for thousands of years and then struggled to reproduce in the space city... the luck of human beings is self-evident.

Silently, he approached Hai Lin slowly, and embraced her slightly stiffly.

Listening to Zhou Xuchen's ever-increasing heartbeat, Hai Lin wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and showed a look of great enjoyment on her face.

"Xuchen, I had a dream about you last month."

Zhou Xuchen touched the other party's soft hair, and said softly, "Me too."

"Well... I didn't start dreaming until a month ago." Hai Lin still closed her eyes and said softly: "Wuda Dalisi is right, if we continue to use the brain, we may be genetically Lost the ability to dream."

Zhou Xuchen was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The Canglan Star people don't have dreams, he knows it, this is because each of their clansmen have to connect to the brain when they sleep-the brain's original function of dreaming has become to provide "computing power" for the brain .

But after Hailin and the others got on the spaceship and headed to Earth, they no longer wore brain devices.

It stands to reason... As long as the brain device is not connected, the ability to dream should be restored.

"You mean, does the brain damage the brain's nerve function?" Zhou Xuchen lowered his head and asked softly.

"Well, it's unlikely that there will be any damage. It's just, just..." Hai Lin raised her head, separated from Zhou Xuchen, thought for a few seconds, and said, "After getting to know you, we conducted research and believed that the brain is indeed It will hinder the individual's imagination to a certain extent. Of course... the current conclusion is only for us, and no direct evidence has been found, only a summary."

Zhou Xuchen nodded slightly.

Although his major is quantum computing and artificial intelligence, as a student of Ye Ming and staying in the special scientific research institution of the Brain Computer Center, the knowledge he has mastered and understood is obviously not only about quantum and AI.

Does the Brain Interfere with the Imagination? Wouldn't the image thinking ability be weakened?

"Tell me how you sum it up?" Zhou Xuchen held Hailin's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know how to describe it, because it may be related to our survival as the first element in the past thousands of years... We don't have too many literary works..." After a pause, Helene Glancing at the TV again, she smiled self-deprecatingly: "Well, it's actually not."

"Moreover, through the research on the records of our ancestors and the history of human technological development, we found that we are now, not to mention the advancement of technology, and we are not even close to returning to the level of civilization in the past." Hai Lin narrowed her eyes slightly, with a complicated look on her face Looking out of the window - the distant space above the blue sky and white clouds stands the magnificent space miracle built by the ancestors.

They had seen it when they came down.

The ruins of the holy city left by the ancestors are majestic and magnificent. It is a real space city. In contrast, what they built was nothing more than a narrow space survival base.

"Compared to you, we are far behind." Hailin sighed faintly.

Zhou Xuchen hummed lightly and fell into thought.

Of course he knows that the current human beings...not only have the strength to crush several known civilizations, but even the executors have been defeated by humans, which is far beyond the reach of the Kra people.

But that's not the point.

The point is, does the intellectual brain really kill creativity?

"Ah! I almost forgot, there is a gift for you!"

Hailin jumped up as if waking up from a dream, and walked quickly to the box.

Zhou Xuchen was slightly taken aback, and he immediately slapped his forehead in frustration.

It's over! As if he didn't prepare a gift!

...

That night, the Wangxiang base held a grand welcome dinner for the delegation that had been struggling for several years. In addition to the BOSS’s remote speech in the afternoon, Ye Ming’s “Dali Division” also sent a remote speech at the dinner, saying that Will be waiting for them on the moon.

Such treatment shows the importance and respect that human beings have for the Canglan Star Cara people.

After all...they are the literal benefactors of humanity.

In the following week, the high-level executives of the Wangxiang Base, Zhou Xuchen, Tang Haowen and others accompanied Hailin and the others all the way. They first visited the entire base, and then visited the universal factory that was self-replicating. Remnants of a dungeon that has been preserved and reinstalled with elevators.

During the period, they also encountered those huge horror beasts that guarded the dungeon, but these genetically modified horror beasts could no longer recognize their former masters, which was quite regrettable.

Before leaving, the Canglan Star delegation gathered in the auditorium again, and sang the funeral song of the Kra tribe to the urn of Muda Reisi.

Muda Reishi's last wish was very simple, he said that it would be fine to just scatter the ashes in the ocean of the home planet. But when the ashes arrived at Canglanxing, Ye Ming did not agree.

There is no doubt that Ye Ming respects Mu Dali. On the one hand, this respect comes from science, and on the other hand... he can clearly feel that this man who is dead and oily will also come to Earth The old man dedicated all his energy to his people.

From this point of view, Ye Ming felt the same way.

Therefore, he decided to keep the ashes of old man Mu Duo, and wait until the first phase of the ruins of the space city is repaired, and then when the Galaxy Exchange Academy is established, he himself will go to Canglan Planet to preside over the school’s launching ceremony—by then, he will Then send the old man's ashes away with his own hands.

Ye Ming's decision was supported by Uda, so the ashes have been kept in the Wangxiang base for safekeeping.

After bidding farewell to the ashes of Mudariji, the delegation set off again, but this time not all members left, and they did not take the spaceship they came to, but took the manned scientific research spaceship Xing Xing to the earth.

...

Canes Venatici, Karatu galaxy.

The first fleet of Silvermoon Kingdom, Hongye.

General Azshara was quietly half-lying on the captain's seat in the command cabin with his eyes closed.

Since Queen Galadriel named her Governor of the Silvermoon Fleet last time, her flagship has become the most powerful space battleship in the empire, the Red Leaf.

Compared with the previous flagship, Hongye's combat effectiveness has not improved, but its comfort level has made a big leap—at least this chair covered with extravagant sheepskin is much more comfortable to sit on.

At this time, the First Fleet is in the sky above the eleventh base planet.

Below the fleet, there is an endless stream of transport spaceships, which are continuously transporting various materials to the planet.

Perhaps it was threatened and stimulated by human beings who seem to be rebellious. After the last conversation with the human chief priest, Her Majesty the Queen ordered the launch of the shipbuilding base construction plan-to complete a close-orbit space that can build main battleships within three years. shipyard.

The reason why I chose to build here is of course because it is close enough to the home planet, and at the same time, it is also very suitable for the distance from the frontline base established by the rats of the Tara tribe. Build powerful orbital anti-ship weapons to protect the safety of the home planet.

But Azshara felt that...it was always a bit too aggrieved for her First Fleet to stay here instead of driving the Tara back to their hometown.

The last time I communicated with humans, not only was Her Majesty the Queen upset, but she was also furious, okay?

You have to find an opponent to vent!

But following the news that humans had defeated the Executor Legion in the Auriga galaxy a few days ago from the probe, most of the anger in her heart was instantly extinguished.

At the very least, she can no longer imagine the scene where she commanded a fleet to approach the city of the Milky Way where human beings live, and then scare human beings to pee their pants.

Just when Azshara was half asleep, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the adjutant appeared beside her a moment later.

"General, I received a notification from the parent star that humans want to talk to you."

"Huh?" Azshara opened her eyes instantly, and anger also rose. She sat up abruptly, and growled, "Is there an end? Am I the only one who can speak human in the entire Silver Moon Kingdom?"

Facing Azshara's anger, the rest of the command cabin remained silent, not daring to make a sound.

Even the adjutant cringed. But he still stammered slightly: "My lord... this is a human being appointed to talk to you, you can take the video over."

Azshara took a deep breath, and although the anger in her eyes hadn't diminished, she didn't get angry any more.

"Hurry up and take it!"

"Okay, I need your authorization."

Azshara snorted heavily, pulled up the portable display next to the armrest and quickly operated a few times.

A few seconds later, the large command screen in front flickered, and a human female appeared on the screen.

This woman, she knows.

Director Xia of the Department of Human External Affairs.

"Ms. Azshara." In the screen, Director Xia lost a bit of the gentleness when they first met, and a bit more solemn.

"Ms. Xia." Azshara hid her anger in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, clearly showing her mood and attitude: "Does Ms. Xia want to chat with me?"

"No." Director Xia smiled slightly: "I'm here to tell you something."

"What's up?"

"Our fleet will cross the VSC-25 wormhole tomorrow and arrive at your galaxy."

Azshara's pupils shrank instantly! She subconsciously sat up straight: "What did you say?"

"I said, our fleet will arrive in your galaxy tomorrow, and I would like to inform you now."

"The king allowed your fleet to come?"

"I'm not here to apply, but to inform."

In the picture, Director Xia's expression is calm and confident: "I believe that when the executors passed through your galaxy, they didn't ask for your permission."

Azshara stood up instantly, furious.

"Do you want war?!"

"We have always been for peace, and everything is only for peace."