Deep Space Fleet

In fact, after many people have mild psychological problems, they hold the idea that more things are worse than less things, even if they feel unhappy, they are not willing to see a doctor.

When these problems got bigger and bigger and got out of hand, they became even more unwilling to trust others, which led to the final tragedy.

After understanding the reasons for these things, Zhang Yuan just sighed slightly. Psychological problems are indeed very troublesome. Even if there are frequent group activities, various banquets, movies, and musicals, problems in this area will inevitably arise.

In the small year of 600 people, there are only a few people who bow their heads and raise their heads. It is indeed too lonely and too tormented.

As for other major incidents in the spaceship, there were not many. There were a few minor accidents, plus a small-scale air leak accident, all within the allowable range of error tolerance.

"Mr. Zhang Yuan, I will ask you some questions in detail, and I will keep all the answers confidential for you." A kind psychologist was sitting opposite him, planning to consult some questions.

"Okay, you can ask." Zhang Yuan nodded, "I will tell the truth."

This kind of psychological disorder investigation is already a necessary procedure at present.

"Do you feel the best time of day is in the morning?"

Zhang Yuan frowned: "Mood? It depends on the situation. There is no particular good or bad. Sometimes the quality of sleep is not good, and the mood is bad. Sometimes I think of the key points of the problem, of course the mood is quite good, and It can last for days."

The doctor asked again: "I feel as happy as before when I have close contact with the opposite sex?"

"Very pleasant."

"Do you have a life partner?"

"...She's a cute, naughty girl. She's a doctor."

"What about sex? Are you interested?"

"I haven't... reached that point in my relationship..."

"...Is the usual interest still interesting?"

"Ah... It's okay, the main reason is that the Deep Space Foundation can no longer send confidential documents, which feels quite regrettable. But there is still a lot of new knowledge to learn, and various current affairs news are not bad..."

After chatting a few questions and adding some daily stories, the psychiatrist felt that there was nothing wrong with him and released him again.

Psychological problems are difficult to cure. In addition to necessary drugs, environmental factors are also very important.

There is no way, in order to treat more than 2,000 more serious mental patients, the management can only spend one year at a time to gather them all together, start to live the same life as normal people, and create the same life as the earth. environment of.

Even, allow them to marry and have children!

Anyway, the birth of a few children is within the allowable range of the fault tolerance rate, and it can also adjust the atmosphere inside the spaceship along the way.

Because of this, Zhang Yuan's awakening time was greatly delayed.

"Old Zhang, you're awake! Look at this robot teacher, how about it, we can use the latest technology now."

In front of a research institute, Zhang Yuan was very lucky to meet his good friend Li Zhendong. He introduced the results of his labor in his usual exaggerated tone.

I haven't seen each other for a thousand years, and Li Zhendong is already a Ph.D. in informatics.

The robot teacher in front of her was a 1.6 meter beauty, wearing a black and white sailor suit. Apart from the green pupils, her appearance was not much different from that of a human.

"Hi, classmate, hello, my name is Jin Lingling, you can call me Teacher Jin."

"Mr. Jin, hello...my name is Zhang Yuan." Zhang Yuan carefully inspected this anthropomorphic robot, the latest technology of earth civilization.

Because it looks like a human being, and really looks like a beautiful girl, he is even embarrassed to go up and touch his hand to see how it feels.

Li Zhendong clicked a button, and Teacher Jin's pupils dimmed, and he stopped talking, "Okay, now you can touch her."

"It's like a pervert." Zhang Yuan was a little speechless.

Jin Lingling's skin is artificially synthesized, filled with various advanced sensors, the feel is almost the same as that of a real person, and it feels watery to the touch.

Zhang Yuan touched it twice, feeling a little scared for no reason.

"Look at your happy face... This is the favorite of nerds." Li Zhendong said with a smile, and restarted her, "This is a teacher, don't have a dirty mind."

"Who said I'm an otaku..." Zhang Yuan felt a little embarrassed.

He asked: "Mr. Jin, let me ask you a question, 1+2+3... what is it equal to 100?"

"Ha, Zhang Yuan, are you asking me? This is a typical arithmetic sequence problem. The usual way to solve it is this: we add the first term to the last term, and the second term to the penultimate term , will find that they are also equal to 101, and then..."

The robot teacher talked eloquently, not only solved the final answer, but also gave very detailed calculation steps.

She is even able to write very beautiful text on the screen.

"...So, the final answer is 101*100/2=5050. Do you understand?"

Zhang Yu was dumbfounded, and a strong curiosity arose in his heart.

Robots can understand human speech, which is still understandable, but it is a bit unbelievable to be able to do math problems!

Even the "uncanny valley effect" unique to humans has disappeared, because she is so human-like that she seems to have nothing to be afraid of.

But seeing Li Zhendong's smug expression, Zhang Yuan came back to his senses, and laughed and cursed: "Why are you so proud? This is not the program you wrote! You have done some compatibility work at most."

"What's wrong with compatibility, compatibility is also very difficult!" Li Zhendong complained: "The broken chips we brought over have been eliminated by them long ago, and need to be redesigned!"

Zhang Yuan asked again: "Mr. Jin Lingling, can you tell me how to prove Goldbach's conjecture?"

"Student Zhang, don't tease the teacher! The proof of Goldbach's conjecture is a world-class problem, and it is beyond my ability...Maybe you can study mathematics hard and pick off this pearl of mathematics." Jin Lingling pointed her finger Put it on the face, poke a dimple, and make a playful expression.

Li Zhendong explained: "High school-level questions can be done casually, but college-level questions need the network support of a large database. Our current hardware is not good enough, which limits her ability."

"Don't high school questions need a question bank?"

"No, it uses a machine algorithm. High school mathematics is not abstract, and its flexibility is not high. With the computing power of the computer, the solution can be obtained quickly. Of course, some extremely difficult structures still cannot..."

Teacher Jin blinked, "Yes, high school mathematics, it's very simple! Do you want me to teach you?"

After listening to this, Zhang Yuan finally understood why anthropomorphic robots would bring drastic changes to human society. This girl is so human, she has a bit of "personal protection" human rights, it seems... not unacceptable.

After all, human beings are visual animals, and it is natural to protect beautiful and lovely things.

Of course, the kind of robot with only one mechanical arm or covered in iron has no human rights.

Li Zhendong sighed: "Actually, robots themselves don't care about human rights, dog rights, machine rights and other nonsense things. They don't have this kind of self-awareness at all. Everything is just human beings themselves doing their own troubles..."

Teacher Jin retorted: "Why don't robots have human rights? Robots can't be beaten either! I'll be hurt if I get beaten!"

Zhang Yuan couldn't help laughing: "You're right, no one can beat you, not even humans."

Because the cost is too high, there are currently only 4 robot teachers and 6 support robots, but they are enough. After all, there are not many children on the Earth Times, and it is enough to raise them.

After finishing high school, the children and their parents go into hibernation.