Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Chapter 810 of Xue Xueba's Black Science and Technology System Volume Vol.

In the experimental cabin.

I sat in a chair next to the porthole and looked at the silver-white planet outside the window. Ian Crawford, a professor of astrobiology and planetary sciences at Birkbeck College, University of London, suddenly smiled and said.

"About six years ago, I wrote an evaluation report that detailed the economic viability of lunar mining."

Sister sat opposite him, with his beard going from his chin to Stephen Parubi, who was cyan, and snorted with a nose.

"and after?"

"Later I published that paper in The Process of Natural Geography and sent a copy to UKSA," Ian Crawford shrugged, and continued, "Although UKSA bureaucrats probably Think of it as waste paper. "

Professor Stephen: "Isn't it?"

当然 "Of course not," Professor Ian lifted his chin in the direction of the porthole with a smile. "Aren't the Chinese now making it a reality?"

"Then one day, sooner or later they will find that instead of sending production lines and workers to the moon, it is better to build it on earth and then send it to space," Professor Stephen muttered. "Not to mention that this is nothing great, we have similar plan of,"

Although his Stanford University is not an exclusive college, as an American, he does not like to hear any favorable news about China in this space race, especially in the Ares project. It has become a mess.

I was in a bad mood. He reached out his hand to his chest subconsciously, and then he remembered that he was wearing the spacesuit in the cabin, not the jacket with the cigarette inside.

"Damn, is there no place to smoke here?"

Abusingly, he put his hand back, just as Professor Stephen was about to get up from the chair, a voice came from the side.

"Smoking on the space station will add at least two million smoke particles to the ventilation system of each space capsule, and you will not smoke again on the ground."

Floating in from the direction of the cabin door, Professor Zhao Shuxuan grasped the handrail of the bulkhead with the other arm, holding the latest test report, and continued to say, "Okay, everyone. Here is the rest time, Time is running out, and three unfortunate Ares plan colonists are waiting for us to save them. "

When I heard the Chinese researcher put the word misfortune together with Ares' plan, Professor Stephen's eyes flashed a little discomfort, but he didn't say much.

The Ares plan is indeed life-threatening. Every day since the beginning of the sandstorm seems to be full of misfortune. Top astrobiology, microbiology, and clinical biology experts from 7 countries are sitting here, not To do anything else is to plan for Aris to clean up the mess.

While distributing the printed test results in hand, Zhao Shuxuan briefly explained the situation to other researchers in the experimental chamber.

"The latest test results have come out. Except for colonizer No. 3, the levels of antibodies and hypnotic pheromones in Colony No. 1 and No. 2 have decreased. From the perspective of heart rate, metabolism is gradually returning to normal levels and should not be used How long can I wake up ... need me to give you some time to see the test results? "

"No, I've finished reading it," aside the test results in his hand, Professor Stephen pushed his glasses down and continued, "The key to the problem now is not antibodies or X-0172 bacteria at all."

Professor Yi Yan: "Spores."

"Yes, spores," Professor Stephen nodded, glanced at other scholars in the experimental cabin, "only the spores can be solved to really solve those problems."

Professor Leslie asked: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"We now have two plans."

"The first solution was to find a way to prevent X-0172 bacteria from forming spores. The second solution was to find a way to kill the spores directly and remove them without any residue."

After thinking about this for a moment, Professor Leslie said softly, "The second method is difficult."

"Yes, so for the time being, the most probable solution is Option 1." Taking a look at the environment in the experimental cabin, Professor Stephen continued, "IMHO, the research conditions here are simply too crude. I don't know physics Whether the experiment will be more convenient in a gravity-free environment, but if we plan to find a way to prevent X-0172 bacteria from forming spores as soon as possible, it is better to send the sample to the earth and use the experimental facilities on the ground to conduct research. "

When he said this, Professor Stephen's eyes fell on Professor Zhao Shuxuan.

As the representative of the Chinese researchers and the person in charge of the entire X-0172 bacteria project, only he has the right to apply to the Moon Palace to send inactivated samples to the earth.

Of course, Stephen wanted more than just inactivated samples. He also hoped he could find a way to convince the Lunar Orbital Construction Committee to send the intact X-0172 bacterial spores to his laboratory at Stanford University.

Only when I was there, could he have greater confidence to find a way to eliminate this bacterium once and for all.

However, the Chinese researcher did not make him wish.

He shook his head, Zhao Shuxuan simply rejected his proposal.

"It's too risky, even a completely inactivated sample cannot guarantee safety."

"There is no theoretical 100% safety, but we can be virtually foolproof," Professor Stephen tried to convince. "Even if we have the terrible smallpox virus, do we still have samples?"

舒 Zhao Shuxuan hesitated, but finally shook his head.

"This matter needs to be carefully considered."

Professor Stephen sighed heavily.

"We have been thinking long enough."

Uh ...

The academic discussion was over and no constructive results were obtained.

It wasn't too early to watch, and experts from all over the world simply returned to the living quarters after having settled for dinner, and plunged into the living space shaped like a tree.

卧 Lying on the bed, Professor Stephen connected his laptop to the data interface of the bulkhead and connected the earth's network with the communication channel provided by the Moon Palace.

Although there are various problems such as slow speed and high delay, it is enough to use this small water pipe to handle some of their own work and exchange opinions with researchers in their country.

Logged into the instant messaging software, Professor Stephen was preparing to contact his assistant, and his assistant sent a voice call request to get in touch with him.

"Sorry to disturb you in your busy schedule, professor, but I must report one thing to you."

Stephen frowned slightly, then asked, frowning.

"whats the matter?"

"At your request, we searched the database for research on spores and anaerobic bacteria, and we found such a paper on Arxiv."

He paused for a moment, his assistant continued.

"The author of the paper declares that ... he has found a way to inhibit X-0172 bacteria from producing spores."

"This is impossible, or there are only 7 people in the world who can write this paper, including me," Professor Stephen said with a smile and shook his head. "Send me an email."

His assistant nodded and said ~ www.readwn.com ~ Good professor. "

的 Arxiv's dissertation, Stephen actually has no hope at all.

-01X-0172 bacteria first-hand information is basically on the Moon Palace, other scholars want to do research in this area, first have to find a way to get the specimen.

However, there are currently less than twelve inactivated specimens sent to Earth. Only some large research institutions can have them, and the people who can access these specimens cannot be the kind of scholars who are only satisfied with Arxiv.

Of course, although knowing that the probability of digging into a valuable paper from Arxiv is almost zero, this does not prevent him from seeing what the author of the paper wrote.

After all, even if Dang Dang is developing research ideas, it is quite good.

He opened the dissertation, Professor Stephen's gaze swept carelessly on the screen, but when he saw the third page at a glance, he suddenly made a tap.

Frowning gradually became a bit of seriousness, he turned the thesis back to the introduction, and looked again carefully.

"What the **** are you writing ... how was it written?"

Pouting the broken thoughts in his mouth, the more he looked down, the more surprised he was.

Suddenly suspicion, surprise, scorn, incredibly colorful, and finally all thoughts turned into a deep shock.

Furiously turned the thesis to the beginning again, Professor Stephen now only wants to know one thing, that is who wrote the paper!

However, when he saw the author's name, he suddenly stopped.

"Z……?"

What the hell?