Blessings to the beautiful stars

In their daily activities of writing research and digging graves, the first thing technology hunters need to do is to establish a stronghold; it needs to be sufficient for them to live and conduct research, and it must be convenient for them to run away at any time.

And those prehistoric civilizations that were targeted by them are often buried by various things due to the changes of the years——

Sometimes it is pure soil, sometimes it meets extremely hard basalt.

Occasionally, almost indestructible features, mixed with psychic energy and void air, each atom firmly bound by strong relative forces, stood in their way.

As a result, proficiency in various construction techniques has become a skill that every technology hunter gradually masters as practice makes perfect, supplemented by their own improved engineering starships.

The establishment of outposts is out of the question.

The outpost is the boundary marker of a regime, and the communication particles kindly provided by Gray Wind shuttle between it and the Star Sea Alliance.

On the other side of the palace, this is the news that Zuo Wu has successfully sent back the communication for the time being. After all, the employees hired there can almost be regarded as double-faced spies by default;
Duzi and Fang Nuolu, who had gradually established a tacit understanding, only added some more manpower, and added a little bit of tasks to each person, so that the affairs that occurred in Zuo Wu's newly developed land were moistened in detail. fully digested.

In fact, there are not many things, the most important thing is the placement of Xiangxin's one hundred and ten people; there are old people and children among them, and not all of them are suitable for embarking on the journey to the deep space with Zuo Wu.

There is only one "peak", and neither technology hunters nor hired adventurers are good candidates to take care of and teach these lost natives.

How to deal with these curators who Zuo Wu regards as their first subjects has become a test question for Fang Nuolu and Du Zi.

At least Fang Nuolu had an idea.

This galaxy is where Renlian launched an invasion and where they retreated, but now it has become Zuo Wu's "exploitation" base camp, as if this barren powder world is destined to be endowed with extraordinary meaning.

The Deadman is on his way to a target galaxy deep in the cosmic debris.

The base camp behind them was quickly established in the hands of the garrisoned technology hunters and adventurers.

The elderly and children who lost the curator waved goodbye to Xinhe and Du Shi's grandparents in the starship assigned to them temporarily, and waited anxiously for the new teacher Fang Nuolu arranged for them.

The channel was selected, and the pioneering fleet sailed into it. Some bad-tempered Feng cast a holographic projection in front of the new grandparents, sneering:
"Oh, you two, do you know that those old people and children are equivalent to hostages?"

Xiang Xin wondered, "What is a hostage?"

"The person who was detained to prevent you from betraying the emperor you only recognized. If you two value the lives of those old people and children, then don't even think about harming His Majesty the Emperor."

Feng shrugged: "Of course, the emperor probably didn't mean that, but the fact is the fact; you have forgotten too many things, such as the tacit understanding of how to behave in the world."

"Don't worry, I will teach you these things together with the knowledge left by your despicable ancestors. I will be very strict. Be prepared."

Xiang Xin was still at a loss, glanced at his grandfather again, and muttered, "I don't know how to pull out the emperor's oxygen mask, so how can I betray him a little more?"

His perception of the most serious "betrayal" is still in taking away the opponent's life support device.

Feng was silent for a moment:
"It's true that you can't do anything now, but not in the future; you are the emperor's first subjects, and for males, any 'first' is something to remember,"

"I think it is certain that you will be entrusted with important tasks after you have learned something from me. It will be much more convenient for you to betray at that time; ha, after all, you are the descendants of those betrayers and have inherited such sins. "

"All I can do is to vaccinate you. I want to see if you will follow in the footsteps of your despicable ancestors!"

Xiang Du Shi was silent for a few seconds, glanced at his grandson, and used the "genetics knowledge" he had just learned:
"I don't think sin should be something that is passed on to future generations."

"But the future generations should be responsible for the mistakes made by the predecessors, unless all the objects that the predecessors failed are dead,"

Feng sneered, and hugged himself, just wanting to dig out the blank eyes of Xiang Xin's grandparents:

"So, don't pretend that you don't know anything, because I'm still alive;"

"For this reason, I am grateful to the emperor for pulling me out of the fate of being buried in the powder and only slowly rusting away, and I can still remember the hatred. I may also be the last person who remembers the despicable deeds of your ancestors. "

"I will teach you to be a qualified researcher according to the emperor's request, and let you understand why you should regret what your ancestors did in the past."

"This is to save my emperor, but also for myself!"

……

Zuo Wu didn't pay attention to Feng's teaching that started with a murderous look, but he was full of curiosity about the galaxy he was going to go to next.

On the captain's seat, he quickly flipped through the report compiled by the technology hunter based on Feng's remarks, but he was still a little puzzled:
"Wait, why are you so sure that if the target galaxy has the civilization simulated by Gray Wind, then when we get there, it will be the anniversary of their repelling Renlian?"

Zuo Wu felt a little nostalgic when he asked the question. After all, in the past, most of the blunt people answered for him, but now the bald AI is not by his side.

Speaking of which, Duzi usually tries to sit on her own captain intentionally or unintentionally, and when she is discovered, she will secretly express her dissatisfaction with the self-proclaimed "deputy captain" position. The ensuing bickering is also quite interesting.

I can't feel it for the time being.

Instead of blunt are the technology hunters who won the internal boxing game:
"It's very simple~ Feng's database is a treasure. It stores the star map recorded for this cosmic debris before it fell into a deep sleep - including the positions of the stars at that time, as well as the recorded states of the planets;"

"Even if there are cosmic fragments from other worlds here, the movement of celestial bodies obeys the law of universal gravitation."

"From the surface of that powdery planet, we can deduce the exact day when Miss Gray Wind began to imitate civilization here,"

"Then, combined with the physical parameters of the target galaxy, and doing some simple gravitational calculations, we can calculate the time when we arrive at the destination, which day is the civilization era there!"

Zuo Wu nodded, this time he understood it, it was just an inference of the high school level on Earth, he still couldn't understand it.

pity.

If it is a blunt explanation, then the bald AI will probably continue with a few words of sarcasm in the hippie smile after the incident, and there will be a pleasant bickering.

I miss it.

Zuo Wu thought so, and leaned back on the chair in a somewhat lazy manner.

The Deadman is advancing steadily in the channel. At present, only the communication particles in his hands are slowly updating and developing the base camp, as well as the contact information from the Star Sea Alliance Palace.

There is a delay in communication, and although that kind of particle only needs a very small amount to carry a large amount of data, Gray Wind can't provide much, and there is no redundancy for Zuo Wu to chat and fart across the galaxy.

Even the big guys in the starship seldom use the wireless frequency band to occupy precious particles, and more communicate verbally or in writing; Zuo Wu's desk is also full of Ai Shanshan's beautiful handwriting.

The photon puppet was still standing aside, Zuo Wu suddenly had a question:
"By the way, tell me, is the civilization imitated by the gray wind here living its own history and letting its own time go forward; sky?"

Due to various reasons, the powder planet has not received the attention of the gray wind in this world. Everything imitated by the powder is constantly collapsing, and will recover at a fixed time, and continue collapsing again and again.

It seems like time has reached a dead end here, only to catch up on its own heels time and time again.

This is true for uninhabited planets, but what about the civilizations mimicked by Gray Wind?

Could they just be living the same day in the same eternal cycle without knowing it?
The photon puppet was silent for a few seconds, shaking his head: "We don't think so, not that they will not experience the same day, but that they will not be 'unaware'."

Zuo Wu was surprised: "Civilization caught in a time loop, will it know that it is looping?"

The photon puppet nodded, and the technology hunter behind it seemed to be in a distant memory:

"We've dug the grave of a civilization before that was a group of people who were born in spring and died in autumn,"

"That is to say, all people in this civilization are born in spring and die in autumn, and the descendants left behind after a winter's sleep will germinate again in spring."

"And, the strength of this civilization is that they don't have the ability to inherit memory, and every germination of offspring is a brand new beginning."

Zuo Wu's astonishment became deeper and deeper: "There are still such creatures, they can actually establish civilization?"

"Of course," the photon puppet smiled: "The grave left behind is also quite splendid."

"How did they do it?" Zuo Wu asked:

"Memory cannot be inherited, and there are only three seasons of life. It is very difficult to develop mature language and writing. Most of the things are done instinctively. Let alone realizing that their parents have language and writing, they want to use their own achievements. Is it difficult to pass it on?"

The hopeless generation gap separated by death can probably cut off most of the ways of inheritance between civilizations.

The photon puppet nodded: "That's right, so the development of this civilization is quite slow, but time and years have left them with a bright window after all."

"In the beginning, I didn't know which generation of them, but they found that the death rate of newborns was quite high during the cold spring; out of the instinct to protect their offspring, they left some resistance to their offspring before they died. cold tool."

"After they die, the next generation will be born with those tools, and the 'natural selection' will begin. Those who will use the tools of the predecessors and leave materials for the next generation will of course have a higher survival rate than others who will not. should be higher;"

"The years have changed again, and they finally have civilization—"

"Using death as the critical point, on the ground paved with human bones, on both sides of the severe winter, inherit the legacy of the parents, and improve it as much as possible, as your own relics and expectations, and pass it on to your children as a form!"

The photon puppet shows:

"Really, you don't know how amazing the legacy passed down from generation to generation is through death;"

"Before they perished, they already had creations similar to steam engines, and piles of fuel were placed next to the creations, as if the dead were still desperately accumulating even a little material for their offspring at the last moment of their lives,"

"The corpse is still pointing to the railway track that has not been built, pointing to the distance that the railway track has not yet extended to, as if it includes the will and expectation of the deceased;"

"The corpse still left drawings, not many professional marks, try to keep it easy to understand, this is the crystallization of ideas that he has not had time to realize in his short life;"

"In the future, his descendants may act according to the drawings to realize his ideas; or they may put the drawings on the shelf, or prove that the ideas in them are unrealistic, or distort the original ideas of the painter..."

"But so what? After all, his ideas and dreams that could be realized in the future have survived the severe winter of doomed death and passed on."

The photon puppet paused slightly:
"At that time, they were no longer for survival, but for their offspring to live a better life on top of the corpses of their ancestors in just three seasons of life!"

Zuo Wu was a little shocked.

The photon puppets spread their hands: "Of course, I didn't use this example to discuss their spirit with you, but just to tell you a fact——"

"Even for a civilization, time is cyclic; but as long as they can find that their world is subtly different from the calculated world, they may find the truth!"

Zuo Wu thought for a while: "But their world is cycled, what kind of difference will there be?"

The photon puppet pointed to the sky: "It's very simple, astronomy is the most obvious one."

"The gray wind here is only imitating the surfaces of planets. She has not yet been able to simulate celestial bodies from scratch with nano-robots."

"Because of this, astronomical phenomena will not participate in the gray wind cycle."

It takes about [-] million years for a galaxy on the edge of the galaxy to revolve around the Milky Way. It is impossible for Gray Wind to simulate such a long-term phenomenon, and it will also leave a loophole.

"As long as they step into the cycle, those civilizations that are mimicked to be in the bright world that has not yet been invaded by Renlian will immediately find that the operation and calculation of the celestial bodies are not correct,"

"Of course, it is impossible for Gray Wind to set the cycle interval in terms of 'days' and 'hours'. According to the observation results of the powder planet, a restoration of the planet needs to consume her a lot of energy; this also leaves room for civilization to detect abnormalities. Enough time."

Photon Puppet Shen Sheng:

"As long as an abnormality is found, the researchers of those civilizations can calculate how many times they have cycled and how much time has been stolen by comparing the theoretical results with the actual results."

"Then, as long as they notice anomalies, even if their memories are tampered with, they will begin to doubt themselves and the history they have experienced;"

"The beginning of doubt is the beginning of exploration, Mr. Zuo Wu, don't underestimate the desire of creatures to explore; as long as they have this beginning, they are destined to expose the truth!"

Just like when I met White Angel before, she said that civilization and life will always take root and sprout in unexpected corners, and they can't be blocked no matter what. The driving force behind all this is sometimes unexpectedly simple.

The spring and summer people in the mouth of the photon puppet are the desire to continue their own blood; while the rest of the civilizations are more aware of the abnormality of the world.

How beautiful.

It seems that even Gray Wind can't suppress this kind of suspicion—her mimicry is extremely lifelike, so of course she maintains this kind of exuberant curiosity.

Zuo Wu nodded and grinned: "That's right, I'm really looking forward to our destination being a place full of doubts about everything we've encountered, and whether there will be or bewilderment in the false civilization simulated by Gray Wind himself."

The photon puppet nodded.

soon.

The fleet deviated from the channel—the destination was not too far away from the base camp.Sailing didn't take much effort.

The first thing detected by the starship's detectors was the gorgeous fireworks that were set off from the surface of a planet, full of celebration and joy.

The fireworks are like lights lit up on the surface one by one, reflecting the hull of the fleet, making the eyes of Zuo Wu and Xiang Xin's grandparents shine brightly.