Cataclysmic Era: I can unlock the tech tree

More than ten minutes later.

Lu Yongchang looked at the documents in front of him and fell silent.

"This, this is fucking..."

"They actually used biotechnology in this!"

He said with a grim expression.

At the same time, a hint of blood red, barely perceptible to outsiders, flashed in his eyes.

Cloning technology.

This "forbidden science" with countless ethical problems is actually rampant in the Proxima Centauri civilization!

In fact, the vast majority of the population of the entire civilization were Proxima Centauri, who were "created" using cloning technology and had congenital defects!

"Professor, I have found the complete manufacturing process and the construction plan for the incubation center."

Zero's voice rang out in the quiet command center, and at the same time, a large amount of Proxima Centauri text and translation appeared before everyone.

"Delete it," Lü Yongchang said in a low voice. "Zero, delete this data completely."

"Yongchang! Are you crazy?!" Mao Zhengzhi's face changed drastically, and he shouted to stop him, "Their cloning technology far surpasses ours. Such a good learning opportunity..."

"Alright!"

Lü Yongchang's voice grew increasingly heavy and serious.

"I am now issuing the formal order."

"Delete all information related to the incubation center and clones!"

Zero naturally wouldn't disobey the orders given by Lü Yongchang.

Watching the Proxima Centauri script rapidly disappear in the holographic projection, Mao Zhengzhi's face turned red with anxiety, and for a moment he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Seeing that the data had been completely deleted, Lü Yongchang breathed a long sigh of relief: "Academician Mao, humanity must never pursue this technology."

"Why?!" Mao Zhengzhi was clearly a bit agitated at this point.

He became emotional, his face flushed, and said, "You should know how many lives a mature organ clone can save!"

"This was a historic opportunity for human biology to advance, and you, you ruined it!"

"Organ cloning is organ cloning; the two are not the same thing." Lu Yongchang's calm gaze carried a hint of authority.

"We can achieve organ cloning through other means, instead of using the cloning technology of the Proxima Centauri civilization!"

"Academician Mao Zhengzhi! You're confused!"

Lu Yongchang's tone was more stern than ever before!

The command center was deathly silent.

Whether they were researchers, pilots, or captains, at this moment, everyone stared in fear at Lü Yongchang, who sat high on the command platform.

They had never seen Lü Yongchang look like this before.

Seeing Lü Yongchang's sharp gaze, Mao Zhengzhi's momentum gradually waned.

His lips trembled slightly as he asked in a low voice, "...Why?"

Seeing that Mao Zhengzhi no longer insisted on his own opinion, Lü Yongchang also softened his tone slightly.

"The Proxima Centauri civilization's tragic end can be largely attributed to this cloning technology."

"Let's set aside the ethical issues that cloning technology might raise."

"The Marus, a clone group with congenital defects, and the normal Proxima Centauri are destined to split into two irreconcilable groups."

"No matter how strictly it is prohibited, discrimination against people who copy others can never be eliminated."

"This is also one of the reasons why the class divisions in the Proxima Centauri civilization are so obvious."

What consequences will this have?

"You can think of the genomic information that Atocha sent us."

Mao Zhengzhi's expression changed slightly.

After a moment's thought, Lü Yongchang continued, "This is only one aspect of the problem."

"The lifespan of the Proxima Centauri people is more than five hundred Earth years."

"Although the specific reasons are currently unknown, such longevity clearly makes the above problems more apparent."

"It's difficult for them to erase the older generation's ingrained views over time."

"At the beginning of the appearance of the clone Marus, the Proxima Centauri civilization, which was injected with fresh blood, may have gone through a period of rapid development."

"But what comes next?"

"I think I don't need to repeat myself."

Mao Zhengzhi's face grew increasingly grim.

He slowly lowered his proud head and whispered, "I...I understand."

"Of course, the fact that we can't use cloning technology doesn't mean we can't learn other biotechnologies." Lu Yongchang reached out and dragged the holographic image in front of him. "You can study their remaining biotechnologies carefully. The breakthrough in the upper limit of human lifespan may lie in these 'giant cockroaches'."

"I'll have Zero prepare some information for you later."

Mao Zhengzhi's expression softened slightly.

He nodded slightly: "I'll try my best."

After solving the problem of clone technology, Lü Yongchang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness entered the technology tree space.

Looking at the tech tree system that had been restored to its original state, he felt relieved of the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart.

The reasons he just mentioned are not the fundamental reason why he rejected this technology.

The most fundamental factor comes from the technology tree system deep within his brain.

The moment he learned about the cloning technology and the incubation center technology, his consciousness was forced into the technology tree system.

The tech tree system space, which originally had a fluorescent green background, turned into a blood red color with a warning connotation.

A "branch" suddenly extended from the side of the technology tree that was originally growing straight toward a level two civilization.

[Biotechnology: Human Cloning Technology]

Unlike the usual dull icons, this newly appeared cursor is covered in a deep crimson color!

It was as if it were warning them of the dangers hidden within this technology.

He subconsciously focused his attention on the blood-red icon.

At that moment, it was as if another history of human civilization was unfolding in his mind.

Similar to the Proxima Centauri civilization, artificial intelligence has not developed at all.

Consequently, cloning technology has become widespread.

Countless clones have taken on the heavy, dirty, and tiring work at the bottom.

They used their lives to support normal people in the "upper class" of society.

With breakthroughs in biotechnology, human lifespan has increased dramatically.

Civilization also developed rapidly.

The threshold of a Type I civilization was quickly breached, and humanity soon entered a Type II civilization.

But the good times didn't last long.

As human oppression and discrimination against cloned individuals intensify, a divide begins to emerge between cloned individuals and normal humans.

The two forces gradually diverged.

War broke out.

The clones, who comprised 80% of the civilization's population, gained an initial victory in the war by virtue of their numerical advantage.

When survival is hopeless, human groups resort to weapons of mass destruction.

Humanity has reached the level of a Type II civilization.

Lü Yongchang's consciousness returned to the system space.

He stared in horror at the blood-red cursor in front of him, the scene flashing through his mind as if it were real.

After a very brief moment of thought, he withdrew his consciousness from the system space and resolutely issued the command to delete the file!