Let you be the wall-facer: you turn around and join the Three-Body Problem?

Next, AI begins to restore whether the optimal solution of the entire simulation process is valid based on the options in this option box.

But in the end, when this civilization developed to the point of building spacecraft, fierce internal strife broke out and the entire civilization was destroyed.

Then, AI separated the wrong parts from the correct parts, went back to the wrong parts, and asked more than 100 research groups to re-simulate.

“How long does this process have to last to give the best results?”

Lin Xuan pointed to the densely packed experimental data on the screen. While the two were talking, the simulation experiment ended in failure again, and the AI ​​started a new game of chess.

"Who knows? It could be in the next second, or it could be ten years, a hundred years, or until the universe is destroyed. He can't calculate it." Zhao Kaiming said helplessly.

"We have been working on this for about a year. Since you announced the game, we have been working on its solution non-stop, just like mathematicians who are constantly trying to find π."

π is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, that is, pi, an irrational number.

Because of its non-divisible nature, scientists have been very persistent in calculating it, and have now calculated it to 31.4 trillion decimal places.

Many people may think that π is just a number used to calculate the area of ​​a circle, and we only need to know that its value is approximately 3.1415926, but this is not actually the case.

If the value of pi can be calculated completely, then the method of dividing the circle proves that if the circle is divided to a certain extent, the "circle" is completely equal to a "regular polygon".

This means that there is no real "circle" and the smooth curve of a circle is actually countless small line segments.

This shows that the curve also does not exist.

Without curves, geometric figures would become chaotic.

The idea of ​​calculating the area covered by a curve in calculus is also wrong, and the theory of limit accumulation will no longer exist.

Calculus will be overturned and the existing mathematical edifice will collapse.

Now, Star Wars: Civilization is doing the same thing, only it's much harder.

"Don't be discouraged. Your work is meaningful. At least it can provide us with more references for selection."

Lin Xuan knew that this would be the outcome from the very beginning of the Mewtwo Project.

All simulations, all analyses, and all calculations can only ever be approximations.

Reducing the error to a tiny level, so small that the laws of the universe can be ignored, this is the significance of the Super Dream Project's simulation of physical models.

"Maybe, but I probably won't live to see that day."

Zhao Kaiming smiled bitterly.

"Hasn't the PDC already reverse engineered the effects of the RX cell division fluid? Since you are a national academician, it should be easy to apply for it, right?"

Lin Xuan was a little confused. Even Zhang Xiang had a share. If Zhao Kaiming wanted it, there was no reason for China not to give it to him.

Zhao Kaiming shook his head slightly.

"My child, I am 93 years old this year. I have been working in science for nearly 70 years. I went to the United States to study at the age of 23, and now I have been working in this position for 70 years."

"At that time, they all advised me to stay abroad, but I was determined to come back. I have built China from a country full of holes to what it is today, and I am already very satisfied."

"Every generation has its own Long March. I have completed the mission of my era. What follows is up to you."

……

Zhao Kaiming died a month later, and it seemed that he was deliberately waiting for Lin Xuan's arrival that day.

On the day he passed away, the PDC lowered its flag to half-mast to pay tribute to his contribution to human spaceflight.

Chapter 72 Retirement

Garden of Eden.

Luo Ji and Zhuang Yan have already left here, and now only Taylor's family is left in this paradise on earth.

Over the years, Taylor has transformed this place into a farm.

In the fields in front of his house, various vegetables and fruits are planted.

A huge medieval windmill was built in the distance. However, since Ding Yi realized the controlled nuclear fusion technology, energy problems are no longer a problem, so this windmill plays more of a decorative role.

“People say that those who dwell on the past have no future.”

Kant's voice sounded behind Taylor. Taylor turned around and found that Galnin and Kant were coming towards him.

"Chairman Galnin, why are you here?"

Taylor was a little surprised, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Does the PDC need me to handle something difficult?"

Kant smiled.

"Yes, it's tricky."

"what's up?"

"Have a couple of drinks with us."

Taylor:…

The three men set up a stove next to Taylor's windmill and had a picnic. Galnin took out two bottles of wine from the trunk of his car and handed them to the two men.

"So, you are retiring?"

Taylor filled his glass and took a swig.

"Almost. The PDC originally wanted to keep us. They planned to let us hibernate or take cell division regeneration fluid, which could extend our lifespan to at least over 300 years, but we rejected it all." Kant said.

"But to be honest, we don't have much hope for the future. Instead of struggling, we might as well enjoy the present."

"Just like those who don't want to spend money on hibernation, no one knows which will come first, an accident or tomorrow."

"Unlike you, you entered retirement almost ten years in advance. We are so envious of you." Galnin leaned his head on the stone wall behind him. The windmill creaked above them, as if bringing them back to the golden age before the Three-Body Crisis.

"So what are your plans next?" Taylor asked.

"We plan to stay with you and live here for the rest of our lives. The PDC has agreed. It's time for us to experience Luo Ji's leisurely life."

Taylor shook his head slightly when he heard this.

"Luo Ji's life is not as easy as you think. You know, he and Lin Xuan are actually carrying out their own wall-facing plans at the same time."

Speaking of this, several people became interested.

"Tell me more about it," Kant said with a smile.

"I was his successor, how come I didn't know he was so great?"

"That's because you're not a Wallfacer, Kant."

Taylor suddenly became serious.

"Each wall-facer has his own bright and dark plans. Although I have only been a wall-facer for less than a month, I can empathize with other wall-facers. He is like a machine that keeps running. It's just that this program is constantly running in the background and you can't see it."

The three of them were silent.

After a long while, Galnin asked back.

"What about you, what are you going to do?"

Taylor hesitated for a moment.

"I have submitted a hibernation application to the PDC. I want to see the future."

"The future? What are you looking at, the battle of Armageddon?"

Taylor shook his head slightly.

"No, I don't care about the outcome of the war. I just want to see what kind of shocking plan Lin Xuan is hiding by doing all this!"

……

"I heard that Dr. Ding Yi almost collapsed because of teaching a first-grade student to do homework. Is this true?"

After Wang Miao came back from space, he started to ask about what had happened in the Red Coast Base in the past few days with an eager look on his face.

Zhang Xiang smiled helplessly and pointed towards the room next to him.

"Look, it's in the next room. Dr. Ding Yi has been almost driven into mania by Luo Congmin these days. I can hear his roars every day when I come home. I used to think Dr. Ding Yi was a very easy-going person who never lost his temper."

"It really is true that when a child doesn't do his homework, his father is kind and his son is filial. But when he does his homework, everything gets chaotic."

Wang Miao smiled and waved his hand.

"Tsk, that's because he doesn't know how to teach students. So what if he's a three-time Nobel Prize winner in physics? When it comes to teaching children, Dr. Ding Yi is a novice with no experience."

"Haven't you heard the saying, there are no students who cannot be taught, only teachers who cannot teach? I think Dr. Ding Yi is just too lame."

As Wang Miao spoke, he pushed open the door of the room. At this time, Ding Yi's roar continued.

"I asked you to write your company name, but what did you write? A 2mm refrigerator, a 15m pencil? Do you believe me, I will pull out my 40m machete and chop you to death?"

After hearing this, Luo Congmin was silent for two seconds.

"Your 40-meter machete is just enough to sharpen my 15-meter pencil."

Ding Yi: ...

"Let this world be destroyed quickly."

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Miao, who was standing at the door, laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

"Dr. Ding, look at you. You're so angry just teaching an elementary school student."

Ding Yi was speechless now. Seeing Wang Miao coming, he planned to hand over the task of taking care of Luo Congmin to him.

"What are you laughing at? If you have the ability, come and teach me."

"I'll do it. I can definitely teach better than you." Wang Miao said with a smile.

Seeing that Wang Miao had taken the bait, Ding Yi nodded quickly.

"Okay, this is what you said, don't go back on it!"

After saying that, he left here as if escaping.

Wang Miao curled his lips.

"Tsk, you're a PhD in physics, don't you know that children love to play by nature?"

"Children should first learn about the world through constant play, which will trigger their thinking and help them fall in love with learning."

As Wang Miao spoke, he rummaged through the pile of toys nearby for a while, and finally, he found what he wanted.

A train and some model rails.

He first laid the rails into a "human" shape, and then tied one person and five people at each end of the fork in the road, turning the track into a classic "trolley problem."

"Come here, Congmin, Uncle Wang wants to ask you a question. There is a train here, and innocent passers-by are tied to the tracks on both sides."

"The train was originally going to run over five people on the left track, but you now have a choice. You can divert the train to the right track, so that the five people will be saved, but the person on the right will die. What would you do?"

Wang Miao still remembered that Zhuang Yan had said that Luo Congmin should be made smarter so that he could survive the upcoming Three-Body Crisis.

The trolley problem is a perfect test for Luo Congmin.

The overly kind Virgin Mary cannot survive in this environment.

If Luo Congmin wanted to sacrifice herself to save everyone, Wang Miao wanted to take the initiative to intervene in this girl's thoughts, at least to let her learn some selfish characteristics, so that she can live longer.

Just as Wang Miao was thinking about how to deal with Luo Congmin's two different choices, Luo Congmin moved.

She reached out and pressed the switch, redirecting the train toward the only passerby on the right.

"Well, her choice is to sacrifice herself for the sake of everyone else. She is indeed a kind-hearted child. It seems I have to find a way to make her selfish..."

Wang Miao's thoughts were not over yet when he saw Luo Congmin suddenly press the button again to change the route of the train after the first carriage of the train moved to the right.

Afterwards, the entire train drifted sideways on the track, knocking all six people on the left and right tracks away.

Wang Miao: ???

I thought he was a living Bodhisattva, but turned out to be a living King of Hell.

Chapter 73: The Kimchi Country Got Tricked

The world's pattern is changing at an ever-increasing pace, and the older generation is constantly retiring.