Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

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many years later, when you think about that day, Gilbert professor still can’t help it.

Almost.

Just so close.

His mentor almost became Darwin of the new century, Mendel of archaeology, and he almost became disciple of the archaeology clergy of the new era, working with the mentor to call the entire archaeology department of Oxford University.

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Earth, North Sea Union, England, suburbs of Oxford.

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“logic, logic… these idiots hang logic on their mouths every day, and it’s just a piece of shit without thinking about their own logic! Besides, is scientific research about evidence or the shit in the head of these guys?”

“Is science based on a mainstream perspective? Is there a concept of ‘mainstream’ in science? Jesus is in the middle of the 22nd century. I thought I was living in the middle of the century! It’s getting better!”

“Look at them rebutting my arguments, I’ll just find one out. Well, this guy named Peterson, right, when I read, don’t laugh.”

“We all have to admit that a species wants to grow into a planet civilized hegemony, which should have at least the average intellectual level close to humankind, but it has hardware requirements, and I don’t know what it is elsewhere, but in Earth it’s called cord, it’s a typical original nerve system, and Mars should carry their own Divine Project, even if they don’t know the cord, but it’s clearly illogical.”

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“Look what he said, as if the universe was his backyard, my mentor recovered rocks, specimens, from Olympus volcanic crater, and he planted dog tail grass in his backyard.”

“Until now, we are well aware of the situation more than 3 billion years ago, only by reasonably assuming a limited sample of fossils, can he be sure that the Mars have the same ‘original nerve system’ as Earth’s cockroaches? Can you even be sure that their nerve systems are not better than cord, or can they replace the brain structure? Or is this idiot seeing in the backyard of his home that is the whole universe? Does God have any more caring, arrogant and conceited arguments than this? When did the cord become the perfect organization in the universe?”

“The most ridiculous thing is to have species close to the level of human intelligence in order to become planet hegemony… when humankind becomes the unit for measuring the universe… And we all have to admit that this is a cold joke of retarded wisdom, how this retarded man goes into our campus.”

Deeply took a deep breath, Gilbert professor breathed peacefully, but soon the whole guy got nervous again.

“Simply put, they’re like they don’t understand people, but if your thesis is different from what they think, they’ll insult your thesis is science fiction. What’s most hateful is that when they get hit with their faces, they’ll be treated as nothing, let alone responsible for it.”

“But will I keep them in mind? This idiot is just a bunch of brains, not even the old reader I’m still in the storage room! They don’t know science, they don’t know science, they don’t know science, they have shit in their heads, they’re alive, they’re insulting evolutionary theory!”

Stand next to Gilbert professor, Leonard Court Academecian, about 30 heads, staring at thunder’s dad.

“Dad?”

“What’s the matter?”

“I feel like you really care…”

Gilbert professor said on the face.

“No, that’s your delusion.”

The

tone slowed down a little bit, calm Gilbert professor looking at his son and continuing to say.

“Peterson professor thesis is on the side for a while… and since this year you’ve been a member of the archaeological department of Oxford University for a long time, go buy yourself a decent suit. Tomorrow is your first lesson in life, and don’t embarrass Vernar.”

When you hear that, Leonard’s face can’t help but lift a bright smile, and the corner of his mouth leads to an arc of self-confidence.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I’m sure I won’t…”

“… Moreover, we talked about renting,” coughed, Gilbert professor interrupted his son’s self-confidence statement, and looked to the side, “you have a job now, and you can pay me 1,000 credit points a month.”

It was also a confident Leonard, where the smile on his face was solidified and eventually replaced by an inexorable face.

“… Sometimes I wonder if I’m your son or you picked it up.”

“Needless to doubt, you’re my son, and self-reliance is our home-grown lesson, and I hope you keep that in mind. Go on, leave me alone, when we were 30 years old, and you should learn to grow up.”

Gilbert professor struggled with patience and picked up old glasses from the table.

Leonard made a helpless look, pulling his shoulder out of the room.

……

Gilbert professor is definitely an alien at Oxford University.

One is because his teacher was a well-known, old funar professor, known as “cockroach court Academecian”, and the other because of the fact that he was guilty of an accident.

It’s hard to find someone who likes this old fellow, whether student or colleague.

As his son, Leonard had to admit that his father sometimes did something too much, and even reminded himself of him as a reverse teaching material.

Even so, however, he was able to understand why dad became so.

When a person is in an extreme environment and is treated as heterogeneous by all persons in this environment, either paranoid or opted to be assimilated by the environment, the Third Type option is virtually non-existent.

Obviously, his father made very much as the “era” people would have chosen to be proud of the identity of Scholar, to defend his doctrine as a glory and to keep his mouth shut from time to time.

In this era, this lovely old man is not much…

It has been a year since joining the archaeological department of Oxford University and becoming an honorable professor, when the costume was old and Leonard was used to being a professor livelihood.

He, who has just travelled to Pan-Asian cooperation to attend an academic conference, intends to go to Oxford University before returning home to report on the progress of the conference and on his work since then.

However, when he just arrived at school, he was stuck there because of what was before him.

See only outside the teaching building of the archaeological department, pulling a yellow alarm line. Two well-fledged policemen are standing next to them and are engaged in a simple exchange with the surveying of live policemen at the site and will report on the situation to Headquarters.

Step up and come next to one of the policemen, Leonard professor frowns.

“What happened?”

The policeman’s face was impatient, dividing two pieces on a half-transparent comprehensive board, and answering in a formula.

“A professor suddenly died at the report, and according to our forensic findings, the cause of death was first judged to be a heart attack.”

There

was a bad feeling in the heart, and Leonard swallowed his mouth and asked with a tremendous voice.

“The professor’s name is…”

That cop looked at him.

“Gilbert, do you know him?”

The heart sinks into the bottom of the valley in a moment.

At the moment I heard that name, Leonard felt a little spinning in his head.

这时候，一名穿着灰色宽大风衣的professor ，从Academy 楼内快步走了出来。

After seeing Leonard professor standing outside the perimeter, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly changed his mind straight this way.

“I’m sorry, Leonard mister… your father is a great Scholar.”

Like an old friend for many years, Peterson professor gave Leonard professor a hug, and then pats his shoulder, and he said it in pain.

“We are all very sorry that this has happened… and we are also sorry.”

Leonard slowly came back to his senses, looking for Peterson professor with no eyes.

Soon, his pupils shrinked and recognized that face.

Ravenger Peterson!

Vernar’s most loyal… opponent!

In his impression, this guy sings back more than once in the report and his own father, and there is no wind of being a Scholar, always obstructing the proceedings of the report in a haunted manner, and last time he drove dad to hospital.

When he called yesterday, his father told him that there was a very important report today…

Look at that fold of conference notes stuck under Peterson professor’s elbow, and he seems to understand something right now.

“You son of a bitch…”

An unknown fire suddenly hit his head, and Leonard took a big step forward and waged up his fist to beat him.

But this fist not at all beats on Peterson professor, standing next to him, the vigilante quickly grabbed his fist, and two other policemen then reacted and quickly controlled him.

“What do you want? Stop it!”

“Citizens, stop illegal acts.”

Look at what’s happening, Peterson professor opens his mouth, makes surprises, opens his arms, looks like a fog.

“What’s wrong with you? Leonard mister… your emotions seem a little out of control, but I don’t know where I got you.”

“It’s you!” Bite your teeth, Leonard professor died staring at him, squeezing out of his teeth, “You did it on purpose.”

“It was me? What are you trying to say? Or… what do you want to accuse me of?”

Heard the accusation, Leonard was calm down for a second.

According to the law on civil proceedings of the North Sea Union, if he is charged here, that means that he must be held accountable for his own remarks and that the other party can counterclaim evidence.

As for recordings and videos, there are police footage of life that can be taken out in court, and it can be said that if he does an excessively aggressive act, the situation will be very unfavourable to him.

Look at Leonard professor, Peterson professor, who smiles on the winner’s face.

“Think about it, Leonard mister, I admit that I do oppose your father from an academic point of view, but I’m free to express my opinion…”

Coming up next to Leonard professor, Peterson smiled and whispering.

“Even if I give him another chance, I’ll tell him in front of him that his thesis is a piece of shit without any research value.”

The pupils like PLA blinked the blue light with soft but unquestionable voices in the lips of the open river.

“Please step back, citizen, your words are stimulating the emotions of the controlled. If you continue to commit provocations, it will be a disadvantage for you in court.”

“Okay, I’m wrong, I’m sorry, I’m very, very, very sorry,” and Peterson professor haha smiled, looking at his Leonard professor and bowing with no sincerity.

“Have a nice day…”

“Well, I’m quitting.”

……

The storm washed the streets.

In the night, sometimes through rolling thunder.

Just after father’s funeral, Leonard professor came down from the car, seriously closed the back door.

The alarm bell on the back of that chaotic noise, and he had no umbrella, no running, so that the rain would shave his face and walk back home through the front yard.

There’s a bad smell in the house.

That was the unique smell of wood and leather furniture that was common in the last century, and it was difficult to eliminate it completely, no matter how many times it was cleaned up.

At this time, a general type 1 housekeeper with a height of about 1 metre 7, with an unspecified five-profile of the facial, walked to the unseen entrance.

After identifying Leonard’s five officers through the eye cameras, it spoke with a gentle voice.

“Welcome home, Leonard Young Master, you look rainy. Do you need me to bake your clothes before dinner and put a bath in the tub?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

As the only intelligent device in this old home, after having been ordered by the master, that human being remained abstract and quiet.

I

have to say a penny, and not only do dumb things, it’s a mess to do, it’s a little more like a biology project, it’s scary to even sell things with the horror Valley effect.

Not to mind that abstract smile, Leonard gloomy face went to the refrigerator and took a beer and went back to his room.

Compared to those post-modern apartments and lofty floors in the city, his grandhouse in the suburbs was bought by him when he was young, and it was years since today.

Despite several rehabilitations, the old house is finally an old house, and the floors of real wood will make a disturbing noise if they reach their age, however they may be altered.

His father has been stubborn in rejecting new things.

Even now, the full information technology has spread to all aspects of livelihood, but he still insists on using tablets to work and write thesis, as if he could see something that would bring him a sense of security.

Even the bio robot, he spent a great deal of work trying to persuade him to allow him to add it to his home.

Sometimes he thought that he was more than 30 years old, and it was time to move out of this house, and he was actually thinking about it until yesterday.

Now, however, it seems that there is no need to think about it, that his father has gone, and that the house is left alone.

Not just that…

Those guys not only intend to take father’s life, but also to take him away from the Funar school, which he spent his whole life running and maintaining, and to take everything, including his office and classroom…

“I’ll make you pay…”

Think of Peterson professor’s high toe face, and the cold smile that was wrapped up by the former Director of the archaeological department of Oxford when he announced that the subject had been revoked, his heart was like a knife hanging.

“… all of you.”

Sit in front of the information projection screen, Leonard’s fist squeezed dead.

When his emotions reached the top point, he hung the account box on the LSPMwebsite and suddenly hit a red bubble.

Looks like he tracked the research direction, and there seems to be a new “dynamic”.

Although this is not the time to take care of it, it is a conscious response that he made that reminder.

But just as he saw that dynamic, the whole guy was there.

The author of this dynamic claimed to be a miner in the Hidder mining industry and also an amateur meteorite hobby.

In one of the most recent mining arteries opened by the company, the remaining hobby of the meteority culture found and photographed many traces of Mars civilization.

Because this mine is only 20 kilometres from Heavenly Palace, situated in a canyon and very close to Gate of Hell’s legacy, the hobby of the meteority culture has made bold assumptions that the leads found in this canyon are likely to bury the truth of Gate of Hell collapsed a century ago.

Although most of this downward repayment is not friendly or even ridiculed, Leonard is different.

Gate of Hell!

Normally, there may be no cold for this word, but he is different.

His father’s mentor, when he was not even a cell, had travelled to Mars as a “mission” of human civilization, and it was the man of the great earthquake.

As the only existing direct disciple of the Funar Church, he was more convinced than anyone that the monument must be buried with a big secret, and that earthquake must not be just as simple as the earthquake.

That’s when Peterson professor’s tall face is floating into his head, making him feel like he’s biting his teeth.

It was also at this moment that a crazy idea suddenly flowed out of his head.

No more hesitation, his hands were placed on the table — the full keyboard that was made up of a full spectacular image and action to capture the cameras.

“Hello, I see the dynamics you just published at the LSPM Forum. Can you talk to me for a second? * *

Knock off the button sent.

Leonard professor took a deep breath, ripping off the neck and soaked by rainwater, throwing it on the couch.

When he was thinking about finding a towel to wipe that wet hair, the lower right corner of the screen suddenly struck a reminder.

“Is the poster on Earth?”

And most of them are friends of the North Sea Union or of the Ibero-African Confederation

The

opposing look on the face, Leonard obviously didn’t expect each other to respond so quickly, and right hand ordered that reminder window.

Soon, a line of text projection in front of him.

Are you interested in that legacy? * *

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