Deep Space Fleet

The changes in the entire history and the rapid polarization of the gap between the rich and the poor made Zhang Yuan dizzy.

Sighing deeply, he didn't know how to comment.

Very strange, but very familiar.

It's natural, yet unnatural.

He seemed to recall the joyous and ecstatic look of a group of villagers when the villages in the city were being demolished. Who could resist the temptation to get rich overnight?

Thinking about it in my own shoes, if the price given is enough, it seems that there is no problem in selling the whole country... There is no dignity in life, and you can’t even eat enough, let alone such an empty slogan as "love the country".

Civilization is still that civilization, but under the influence of time, it is no longer the original civilization.

In the vast universe, time is an axis that extends infinitely. At each time point, countless splendid cultures have emerged, and countless cultures have been annihilated and replaced.

Human beings have changed a lot from forest apes to modern society, from living habits to leaps in thought, but what never changes is human nature.

There is still a hundred years of history left, and I haven't read it yet. Zhang Yuan has a faint feeling that something bad will happen.

He sat blankly in his seat, deducing what would happen to the earth's civilization in the future, even though he had a ready-made answer in his hand, he didn't really want to know for the time being.

"It's time for dinner!" Brother Zhao patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder, "Let's take a break."

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.

"The fire control is a bit rotten, it's all steamed... Could it be that those cooking robots can't even steam a dish after years of work?"

Zhang Yuan misses Lin Xuanxuan's cooking a little bit.

"I also think that the food these days is not very tasty. It may be that there is a problem with the robot... Let's go and have a look after we finish eating."

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 tell whether there is too much water or whether there is steam leakage.

If the robot ages and something goes wrong in a certain link, it will make the taste of the food even worse.

"By the way, do we have that kind of intelligent robot here? The one that can do almost any housework." Zhang Yuan said, "Should the foundation have sent the source code?"

"Of course, in a simulated environment, the entire set of source codes can run on the supercomputer." Zhao Qingfeng said, "But the hardware can't. There are hundreds of thousands of parts. Where did we get these supporting parts..."

"What about 3D printing?"

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

"Okay..." Zhang Yuan gave up this idea. He obviously has better technology, but it is limited by productivity and cannot be used on a large scale. He feels it is a pity.

While eating, the two chatted about the history of new civilizations.

Zhang Yuandao: "Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhao. The successful launch of the second deep space colony ship Golden Sun, a small prophecy 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 only read the history of the first two hundred years, and there will be another hundred years behind."

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

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

The more he studies, the more he understands the terrifying and predictive ability of the new civilization historiography: two ships are all of human civilization.

Just like on Earth, Professor Wang Zhong said at that time, this is not a question of technology or economy, but a question of spiritual quality.

Time and civilization go hand in hand.

In some ancient times, soldiers were able to risk their lives for the royal family, giving up their lives, and even committing suicide by cutting open their stomachs; in certain ages, some people were able to sacrifice everything for their beliefs...

But in peaceful times, it is difficult for people to understand the stories that happened in the past, and they find them incredible.

The Earth Age was born in the period when human beings worshiped knowledge the most. And during that period of time, the influence and organizational capabilities of the Deep Space Foundation were also the greatest.

The Golden Sun was born during the period when interstellar trade and interstellar entrepreneurship were the most prosperous. Just like the age of great navigation from the end of the 15th century to the beginning of the 16th century, the rapid innovation of technology and the temptation of money made people have the most fanatical desire to explore abroad.

"Their appearances all have strong characteristics of the times, and they did not appear out of thin air. Judging from the current ideology, people have already regarded aerospace engineering as a common thing, and the circum-solar system project is nearing completion."

"So, it is difficult for people to have a third power to launch the colony spacecraft."

"Very good analysis." Senior Brother Zhao patted his hand and said, "Through the complex calculations of the New Civilization Historiography, there will be a probability of more than 60%."

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

"No problem." Zhang Yuan smiled, can things be planned after 367 years? Well, it's just a nap, no big deal...

After eating, the two spent hours trying to fix the cooking robot.

During the 500-year voyage, the frequency of failures of the entire spaceship has become higher and higher, and the number of places requiring maintenance is gradually increasing. Fortunately, these failures that have occurred in the past are minor failures, not the kind of big mistakes of the core problem.

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

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

"Well, maybe."

Zhang Yuan just hoped that that day would come later.

It's a delicate feeling to be alone, and it's time to learn about the rest of Earth's history.

Just click on a news report from the 27th century, which is a follow-up investigation on the relocated households.

[The mentality of the relocated households in Mala to get rich]

Mara is a small and impoverished country. In Zhang Yuan's time, there were no mineral deposits, no capital, and no talents. There was only a piece of prairie, and the people there were basically on the verge of fending for themselves.

But now, it's completely different.