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The learning process begins even before birth. Simple text and other information are repeatedly inputted when the child is 8-9 months old, similar to early childhood education. With the help of the symbiote, the brain remembers these and transforms them into a structure similar to instinct.

In a sense, Covenant humans are actually literate from the first day of their birth.

However, their young brains and consciousness cannot comprehend the meaning of words and sentences composed of continuous text. Subsequently, from birth to one year old, the symbiote will construct microscopic influences in the retina, playing out more text and simple grammatical interpretations like hypnotic symbols.

If you notice that a newborn's eyes are glowing, it means they are in the initial stage of early learning. Around the age of 3, they will begin to receive more early learning knowledge, including systematic basic mathematics, basic literacy, and so on.

At age 7, they begin receiving memory enhancement implants, and at age 8, they complete all the educational content of six years of elementary school and three years of junior high school for normal humans and enter Star Alliance Elementary School.

When the eyes stop glowing intermittently around the age of 14, it means that all the information and knowledge built into the symbiote's internal memory have been taught. Further indoctrination would only become rigid brainwashing instead of learning.

Roughly speaking, it's equivalent to a normal human being completing the entire university curriculum requirements, or even slightly exceeding them.

At this time, it is also a process for Star Alliance members to choose their future path and direction of study and professional training until they graduate from university. They can then engage in pioneering or applied work, or a combination of both, depending on whether they graduated from a short-term or undergraduate university.

"Her eyes are shining again. Is your medicine really working?" The little tiger, as a mother, looked at her daughter's increasingly bright eyes with some concern. She didn't trust the system.

After all, even for the Terrans, and even for the Doctor, it's a bit difficult to accept.

"Yes, that's a good thing—" Although it may not be able to reach the level of the little lamb, the level of the snow pheasant should be fine.

If she inherited some of her father's talent, she would at least be at the level of Sussurro in biology and medicine.

In Terra, even in the past, it took one in thousands to cultivate such a scholar, while in the Covenant, this was something that at least one-third of people could obtain simply by growing up normally.

For the Doctor and Kal'tsit, the difference between interstellar civilizations and races that have not yet climbed out of the atmosphere is more apparent than to anyone else. It is not in the utilization of energy and materials, nor in those visible mega-projects, nor in those warships, bombs, and fancy technologies.

Rather, it lies in the most fundamental aspect of what makes a civilization a civilization: the efficiency of knowledge transmission.

The largest ballistae can achieve the range of a sniper rifle, and the Terrans, for example, almost managed to shoot arrows to the moon.

However, a bow and arrow is still just a bow and arrow. While the differences on the surface may seem small, the differences in their core components are immeasurable.

They are constantly progressing, difficult to be severely damaged or hindered, just like a spaceship sailing in the universe.

Although slow and insignificant, it is constantly accelerating until it approaches the limits of civilization.

Terra appears to be sailing on water, seemingly moving forward and accelerating.

However, if any problem occurs, not only will it be unable to continue moving forward, but it may also spin in circles or even be carried back to the starting point by the current.

"I think it's better to be more grounded." As a teenager, I found my parents' control annoying, but as a mother, I feel that things beyond my control are too dangerous.

"I feel much more at ease now, after all, I don't have any standard educational memory modules on hand..."

Old Xia scratched his head. Normally, children born in colonies go to school when they are 7 or 8 years old. If the colony has too few people, they take a commuter spaceship and live on campus for the whole semester.

If it is a colony with a large population and there are local schools, then it is normal to go to school and commute. This means that Lao Xia does not have any equipment or storage devices for primary school education or above.

Even so, once she finishes what she has learned, she can go to the agricultural college and be classmates with those students. Hopefully, their confidence in their intelligence won't be shattered by a seven-year-old girl.

"When I was little, what I hated most was learning a bunch of useless things."

“Indeed!” Old Xia nodded, agreeing. “But, as you said, those were useless things, while Xiao Qiu is now absorbing ‘useful’ things.”

How useful is it?

“At least after we die, she will be considered a ‘human’ rather than a wild animal by the rescue team.” The topic suddenly became heavy.

"Of course, if the sun explodes, then there's nothing to say, everyone will be wiped out, no one will survive."

"What you said is even more terrifying. I took her back first, and those people came to ask you questions again."

The little tiger rolled his eyes and took Xiao Qiu away from his arms. Down the hillside, a group of gray-haired old men excitedly climbed up the mountain path. A group of agricultural college professors looked more like apprentices who had finally made something new and were eager to see if they could graduate.

Green Shipyard Phase IV

[Manager, this is terrible! They say we've wasted a lot of materials lately and they're going to shut down the shipyard!]

Don't worry, I've already decided on my next destination. The clan next door is looking for Dr. Waaaaagh to build rockets. We'll go and join them. After all, a spaceship is still a ship.

But the other party wants to see the design renderings first.

It doesn't matter, I was prepared. It's time to move from the inner atmosphere to the outer atmosphere. The outer space is clean, there are no Tyranids or Imperial fleets. Everything I did before was not in vain.

It seems we need to step up our efforts...

……

[During his inspection of the neighboring clan, the former factory manager was attacked by a Dark Eldar assault ship that suddenly jumped out of the warp and unfortunately died from being hit by hundreds of star points.]

Therefore, our shipbuilding business has been temporarily suspended, but as long as we continue to think, cutting-edge technological creations will continue to expand...

After repeatedly beating up the scavenger, we seized new resources from the clan to build our "Flying Fart Spirit" spaceship.

However, due to some technical issues, I still don't know how to make the engine respond to the rotation module to adjust its attitude, how to brake, or how to adjust the differential.

[Designer: I think we can simplify things by calibrating all the engines to propel in only one direction. That way, it can take off with just one button.]

However, we still equipped it with a full four chemical rocket engines, which is really awesome!

It also has 4 sets of torpedoes and 16 missile launchers.

Besides, half of the ship's cabins were used to cramm in that incredibly awesome laser cannon, maybe four of them?

With a power of up to 4370KJ, it's enough to turn yourself into a pile of junk.

Clan Chief: Why does this thing remind me more of a frigate from the movie "The Expanse of Space"? Me: That's all just fluff. It only looks similar. They don't have this kind of Waaaaagh-like operation...

After a brief adjustment, we began preparations for launch.

Fortunately, the engine responded to our commands, and the powerful engine quickly propelled us into space.

However, a new problem arose. It seemed unable to escape gravity and could only fly helplessly in a circular orbit. After several tens of minutes of flight, the Flying Pisces ran out of fuel and crashed into the sea, where it was successfully recovered.

The launch was a complete success, and none of the pilots in their metal cans lost their lives—the only question is: how to swim back to the launch site? Or maybe next time, we should install two more propeller nozzles on the spacecraft?

Chapter 86 Smash, Valudo

Chapter 86

Groups of plump, fleshy lumps wriggled inside the insulated box. They looked like some kind of slug, with short eye stalks on their heads and staring with eyes the size of mung beans. Their gray bodies had no fur, only a layer of gray fascia covering the muscles and fat underneath.

Four short, thick legs grow from its abdomen, ending in filaments. It has no mouthparts, so it is unclear how it eats and excretes.

"Yes, it's a hybrid of plant and animal. This thing can't be released into the wild; it's too dangerous."

Xia Lin knew what this thing was just by looking at it. The Star Alliance used this kind of technology quite a lot. "Are you cutting plant genes onto animals, or vice versa, or are you just piecing them together?"

"We can piece together some plant genetic material, but we can't be sure if it will be stably inherited, and we don't agree with releasing it into the environment," a professor hurriedly replied. "What do you think?"

"Not very good. It's just roughly pieced together. It's meaningless, unable to photosynthesize, and unable to grow roots from its feet to absorb soil and minerals."

It's completely different from the improved composite forage grasses that Lao Xia used. However, you can't blame these people, since much of the technology involved comes from the Zerg.

Despite having "insect" in their name, the Zerg are actually a naturally formed fusion of plants and animals.

It can grow photosynthetic membranes to utilize solar energy, and use lignin-containing shells to construct sturdy outer shells and even biological structures.

They accumulate soil metals to form tool tentacles for drilling, processing, and manufacturing, thus greatly reducing their dependence on external tools and spacecraft to reproduce and spread throughout the universe.

For humans, understanding much of the knowledge and thought processes contained within is extremely difficult. Even after multiple translations, these Terra experts still find it very challenging to learn, and this is not a matter of intelligence.

After all, the lamb and the snow pheasant gave up after just one look. It's not a matter of mindset; many solutions are beyond the comprehension of human habitual thinking.

"The plant genetics you transferred are just pieced together; most of it becomes redundant genetic information that is not expressed, and it may even affect the stability of replication. This is unacceptable."

For example, these sites, and these other sites, can be knocked out. This way, redundant information will automatically fail to connect during replication due to site loss and will not enter the next developmental cycle.

Old Xia began to guide the improvement work with the data. This was a relatively complex simple experiment. It was relatively complex because it was a homework exercise on the last few pages of the textbook in the second year of university's introduction to genetic manipulation.

The "simple" part refers to the fact that it is merely one of the major assignments for second-year university students studying the introduction to genetic operations.

It does not require the plant's shape to be fully represented, nor does it require the plant's traits to be complementary to the animal's traits.

For example, photosynthesis produces carbohydrates, roots produce proteins, symbiotic nitrogen bacteria fix nitrogen, and then in turn provide energy for cells to grow specific animal organs and parts.

There wasn't even a requirement to modify the neurofeedback model to create a wondrous creature that could drink water on its own, find feed on its own, fertilize the land on its own, chase sunlight and water on its own, and then line up to wait for slaughter.

Of course, the Covenant manufactured these amazing gadgets once, and after confirming that they had mastered the technology, they did not continue to research and manufacture them.

After all, the Zerg have mature technology, which is the design concept behind their biomass-gathering worms. For the sake of human food security, they have not used them on a large scale, for fear that there might be some traps in these technologies.

"The plant genetics you transferred concerns the root ion pump system? Cell formation is located in the skin and fascia? What about the transport channels?"

"In the subcutaneous layer, near the feet, they can grow simply by soaking them in shallow water with sufficient nutrients and minerals. This greatly reduces the need for feeding them, and most importantly, they produce almost no waste, maximizing nutrient utilization..."

"Then, the nutrient solution must be very expensive to prepare..." Xia Lin looked at the scanning and manufacturing information of this thing and complained.

"You have to process all the nutrients needed by animal cells into small, absorbable molecules, and then combine them in the correct proportions to allow for active absorption using ion pumps. After that, you need to install an organ in the body to process the small molecules back into large molecules. The synthesis process will also produce waste—except that it will overflow from the pores and fall directly into the culture dish, right?"

"Have you considered the issue of contamination from the nutrient trays? Also, this thing can only grow under sterile, constant temperature conditions. Although the feed conversion ratio seems good, it has no economic value whatsoever."

"You can't just focus on the fancy stuff and ignore the actual value..."

Old Xia scratched his head. Of course, since he wasn't a graduate student, he rarely considered completely innovative and research-oriented work. He needed to focus more on practical application value and direction. However, compared to those junior college students who were purely copying existing technologies, he had something of his own.

"And its growth rate probably won't be fast either. This should be a pea shoot crab, right?" Old Xia finally recognized what this thing was based on.

"How about this, you should start with the basics first, don't be too radical. Consider knocking out the carapace sites of the rock crabs to stop them from synthesizing chitin."

At the same time, knock out their growth inhibitors, and finally consider incorporating DNA from other animals to allow them to synthesize more fatty acids, so that…

You can get a Mountain of Flesh. The largest Crab can grow to the size of a vehicle, and some mutants may be as big as a Titan. Imagine if it didn't have an exoskeleton, it would become an immovable Mountain of Flesh.

"As for the next step, it's about adjusting the flavor. This may not seem as fancy as the fusion of plant and animal species, but it's actually a huge undertaking." The Star Alliance has produced many of these kinds of livestock, most of which died because of the taste.

Because of its very strange taste, to ensure such a complex and diverse biochemical process, a large amount of various waste metabolites and amino acids will be left in the muscle and meat, which will then form a very chaotic chemical reaction.

Moreover, a large portion of these substances will denature or recombine under high temperatures—what will they taste like when they finally combine with the taste buds on the human tongue...?

That really requires a lot of trial and error, knocking and turning them one by one. Some need to be knocked off, some need to be metabolized during metabolism, and some need to be supplemented. For those that really can't be solved, we need to consider building an industrial chain and processing technology to deal with them.

Even with the Star Alliance's technological prowess and the combat effectiveness of its personnel, it took them a long time to solve this problem.

Most of the time, occasional successes are purely by chance. For example, a certain type of meat rat was accidentally produced during a physics experiment, and it turned out to taste surprisingly good.

Unfortunately, this is a patented product, and Lao Xia's embryo bank doesn't have it. Although he still doesn't understand why these people would produce livestock while doing physics experiments.

Could it be that they were conducting radiation damage experiments on mice, and they just happened to be lucky enough to experience a benign mutation?

"My junior classmate, Doumiao, is doing a flavor experiment, and it seems she's making some progress..."

"Take me to see this." Faced with a large group of old men flooding into the laboratory and the biggest BOSS of the Agricultural College, Doumiao was completely flustered. Could there be something wrong with her rock crab?