Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Ever since Johnson & Johnson's experiment was successful, Professor Grant and his experiment have been in a whirlpool of public opinion, and the heat of a time story has even surpassed the BFR rocket on its way to Mars.

The controversy over human cryosleep technology is diverse, but the attitude of the vast majority of ordinary people is dissenting.

Even if it may provide a possibility for the terminally ill to survive, the cost of keeping a refrigeration unit running for decades does not seem like an expense that the average person can afford.

If such technology is destined to serve only the upper classes and the resulting social costs are passed on to the "awake", then there seems to be no reason for the lower classes to support its existence.

A Dutch behavioral artist even painted a sarcastic painting of a mummy frozen in an ice coffin on the throne, with a group of servants in suit leather shoes kneeling to it, shackled in their hands and a group of slaves dressed in clothes. It is ironic that those rich men who seek to enjoy the prosperity and riches of the future are like the Pharaoh kings of thousands of years ago.

A North American science fiction writer, with a spicy stroke, describes an anti-utopian society ruled by a group of ice coffins that will never wake up, and servants who never want their masters to wake up.

In that anti-utopian society, where people live in extreme poverty, social development is stagnant and the class solidifies to the point where it is almost impossible for a person to achieve class crossing through his own efforts, since the vast majority of wealth is monopolized in the hands of the “immortals” and their servants.

While these views are in a sense one-sided, the resulting problems do attract the attention of a number of intellectuals.

Regarding the unethical nature of the technology, there has been a quarrel both within and outside the academic community.

Yet, at a time when public opinion was controversial, a major event had taken place.

Just as everyone was slamming on this technology, the Jinling Institute of Higher Studies silently set up a human refrigeration technology project group and invited Professor Liu Zuibing, Director of the Cellular Cryomedicine Laboratory at the PLA General Hospital Institute of Basic Medicine, to head the project.

As soon as the news came out, it prompted a noisy voice internationally.

If it's any shrimp rice, forget it. Where is Jinling Institute of Higher Studies?

That's the cradle of controllable fusion technology!

The birthplace of the Xiangrui Sky Shuttle!

Most importantly, the Dean is Professor Lu, the same person who approved the study...

Many opponents of the technology have implicitly felt a hint of bad, especially those who are passionate about human refrigeration.

Nima!

Topics targeted by Professor Lu!

What if it's really researched?

Although the Ark has never demonstrated some extraordinary talent in the field of biology, and the articles published in the past do not address this aspect at all, no one can guarantee that they will not be available in the future.

After all, there are too many miracles created by the Ark.

Not only that, someone even acutely recognized the name of Professor Liu Zuobing, who was the head of the project group, noting that he had seen it in quotes from Professor Granster's thesis…

There are signs that the ark does not seem to be joking, but is really going to solve the problem.

……

Inside the Department of Economics teaching building at Princeton University.

Professor Angus Ditton, sitting in his office, took off his glasses on the nose beam with anger and heavily dropped the newspaper in his hand on the table.

“It's unbelievable! ”

Standing opposite the desk, Professor Witten laughed and sipped tea, Werner said.

“What's the matter? My friend.”

If he was only half bald five years ago, now he has only a beard left on his head.

There's no way, years don't spare people.

Born in 1951, he is now seventy years old and has reached the age of days.

Especially in the previous two years, his old friend Professor Attia, after challenging the failure of Lehman speculation, closed his eyes calmly and touched him very hard. By now, he has basically lived a semi-intelligent life in Princeton and has rarely been as active as he was a few years ago.

“I don't understand, Ark. Why would he do something like that? With his wisdom, it's impossible to imagine this!” Angrily complaining, Professor Angus picked up the computer from the side, opened the mailbox, trembled his fingers on the keyboard and edited the mail.

Watching old friends get excited, Witten smiled and said.

“Take it easy, my friend, we're not young anymore, watch your blood pressure. ”

“But... anyway... I have to stop him! ”

Gently wiggling the teacup in his hand, Witten pondered for a moment and said.

“Perhaps… he has his own bitterness? ”

Knocking the keyboard fingers slightly paused, Angus frowned and looked at Witten.

“Are you saying that the Chinese government forced him to do this? ”

“That's not true, it's the only thing that's not possible!” Edward Witten laughed, paused for a moment, and continued, "He's an opinionated man, and no one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Similarly, once he had made up his mind, no one could stop him. ”

Angus was silent for a while and slowly removed the old glasses from the nose beam, trembling against the chair.

“Then why would he do that, given what you know about him? ”

“You're wrong, I don't know him very well, even when I was in Princeton, and I just stayed on the point that he was a very talented scholar," Suspended a moment, Witten continued, "by contrast, Professor Feverman knew him better and admired him. And I… to some extent agree with Professor Feverman that he is a respectable scholar. ”

With some irony, Professor Angus said angrily, "Even if he's doing something wrong with his own knowledge? ”

“Who says anything about the future? That may be a little unpolitically correct, but I don't think human refrigeration is as bad as you think?” Professor Witten laughed, "Even worse inventions can't be worse than phones, can they? Young people nowadays don't like romance in love letters. ”

Angus shook his head and said, "You don't understand. ”

Witten laughed and said, "Do I really understand economics? Maybe it's rational thinking that restricts me. But I think we're all each other, just like you think we only use mathematics to study physics. And what difference does it make to me, like an old stubborn person, to study those crude, abusive, non-aesthetic mathematical models? ”

“It's not a crude mathematical model, it's a carefully tested imaginary model! It objectively reveals the objective pattern of human social activity to some extent," Angus' eyebrows picked, ironically saying, "If you look down on those things, why don't you try and get yourself a Nobel Prize? ”

Reaching out and rubbing his eyebrows, Weitang joked: "Oh... you gave me a problem, it may have to wait until the human refrigeration technology allows me to go to the future before I have a chance, if I can live to that day. ”

“Immortality means eternal death, my friend, and calmly accepting the end of life is not a bad thing," Professor Angus continued after a deep glance, "I know Sir Attia's death touched you greatly, but we will all have this day, which is nothing to worry about. ”

“I don't want to discuss this with you," Witten looked away and laughed and said, “If you have something to say to him, why don't you go see him and talk to him in person? Every time I talk to him, I can benefit greatly… I would have been there with you if the doctor hadn't advised me to fly as little as possible. ”

“Oh, that's what I meant! ”

Turning the computer on, Professor Angus stood trembling from his office chair and walked to the door.

Watching an old friend leave the office, Witten shouted with a smile.

“Remember to say hello to Professor Lu for me and say that his old friend misses him so much that we can play cards together sometime! ”

There was no response outside the office.

Looks like Professor Angus has gone far.

Witten shook her head with a smile, held the armrest of the sofa and slowly stood up.

“Time is one second less, how could I not have noticed before...”

Mumbling himself, his gaze drifted out the window, looking at the patchouli that was parked on the branch cleaning his feathers, suddenly without a head and a tail.

“That's good. ”