Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

On the Moon Palace.

In the lab.

Sitting in a chair next to a starboard window, looking at the silver-white planet outside the window, Ian Crawford, a professor of astrobiology and planetary science at Berkbaker College, University of London, suddenly laughed and said.

“About six years ago, I wrote an assessment detailing the economic viability of moon mining. ”

Sitting opposite him, the moustache runs from his chin to the hairy Stephen Paruby, humming his nose.

“And then what? ”

“I later published that paper in The Natural Geography Process and sent a copy to UKSA," Ian Crawford shrugged, continuing, "although UKSA bureaucrats probably thought it was scrap paper. ”

Professor Stephen: “Isn't that right? ”

“Of course not,” Professor Ian laughed and lifted his chin in the direction of the portal window, "aren't the Chinese making it a reality now? ”

“And sooner or later, they'll find that instead of sending production lines and workers to the moon, they'd better build it on Earth and send it to space," Professor Stephen muttered, "Not to mention that it's nothing extraordinary, and we have a similar plan.”

Although his university at Stanford was not an exclusive university, as an American, he did not enjoy hearing any positive news about the Chinese nation in the space race, especially now that the Ares plan had turned into a mess.

He was in a bit of a bad mood, and his subconscious reached out to his chest, when he remembered that he was wearing an in-cabin space suit, not a jacket with a cigarette in his pocket all the time.

“Damn, isn't there a smoking place here? ”

He took his hand back and a voice came from the side when Professor Stephen was going to stand up from the chair.

“Smoking on the station adds at least two million to the smoke particle recovery budget for the ventilation system in each capsule, so you might as well hold back smoking on the ground. ”

Coming in from the direction of the hatch door, Professor Zhao Shuxuan grabbed the armrest of the hatch wall with one hand and the other arm clamped the latest outgoing laboratory report and continued to say, “Okay, everybody. Let's take a break. Time is running out, and three unfortunate Ares colonists are waiting for us to save them. ”

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

The Ares plan was truly fateful, and every day from the start of the sandstorm to the present seemed to be full of misfortunes, and now the top astrobiologists, microbiologists and clinical biologists from seven countries are sitting here, either to do something else or to clean up the mess for the Ares plan.

While distributing the printed copies of the test results in hand, Zhao Shuxuan briefly explained the situation to the other researchers in the laboratory compartment.

“The latest test results have come out, except for colonizer 3, the antibody and hypnotin levels in colonizer 1 and 2 have all declined. From the heart rate, the metabolism is gradually returning to normal levels and it shouldn't take long to wake up... Do you need me to give you a moment to take a look at the test results? ”

“No, I'm done,” Professor Stephen pushed his glasses aside, continuing, "The point is not at all on antibodies or X-0172 bacteria. ”

Professor Ian: “Bacillus. ”

“That's right, Bacillus,” Professor Stephen nodded, glancing around at the other scholars in the experimental compartment, "the only way to really solve those problems is to solve the Bacillus. ”

Professor Leslie asked, "Do you have any good ideas? ”

“We now have two options. ”

“The first scenario is to find a way to stop X-0172 bacteria from forming spores. The second option is to find a way to kill the spores directly and remove them without a trace. ”

After a moment of reflection, Professor Leslie spoke softly: "The second approach is difficult. ”

“Yes, so what's likely to work at the moment is option one," Professor Stephen continues, "and with all due respect, the research conditions here are just too modest. I don't know if physical experiments would be more convenient in a gravity-free environment, but if we're going to find a way to stop X-0172 bacteria from forming spores as soon as possible, it's best to send samples to Earth for research using laboratory facilities on the ground. ”

In saying this, Professor Stephen's gaze fell on Professor Zhao Shuxuan.

As a representative of a Chinese researcher and the head of the entire X-0172 bacteriological program, only he has the right to apply to the Lunar Palace to send inactivated samples to Earth.

Of course, Stephen wanted more than inactivated samples, he preferred to find a way to convince the Moon Orbit Construction Committee to send the well-formed X-0172 bacterial spores to his lab at Stanford University.

Only there will he have greater certainty of finding a way to eliminate this bacterium once and for all.

However, the researcher from China did not give him what he wanted.

Shaking his head, Zhao Shuxuan simply rejected his proposal.

“This is too risky to guarantee safety even for completely inactive samples. ”

“There is no theoretical 100 percent security, but we can actually do it without fail,” Professor Stephen tried to convince, "even if it's a terrible smallpox virus, do we keep samples differently? ”

Zhao Shuxuan hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

“This matter also requires careful consideration. ”

Professor Stephen sighed heavily.

“We've been thinking about it long enough. ”

……

Academic discussions have come to an end and have yielded little constructive results.

It was too early to look, and after simply solving the dinner, experts from various countries returned to their living quarters and entered a living space that resembled a shape and a tree hole.

Lying on the bed, Professor Stephen connected his laptop to the data interface on the cabin wall, connecting them to the Earth's network using the communications channel provided by the Lunar Palace.

Despite various problems, such as slow speeds and high delays, it was sufficient to use the small pipe to deal with some of their respective work and to exchange views with researchers in their countries.

Upon logging into the IM software, Professor Stephen was preparing to contact his assistant, who voluntarily sent a voice call request to contact him.

“I'm sorry to bother you so much, Professor, but I have to report something to you. ”

Stephen frowned for a moment and asked.

“What is it? ”

“As you requested, we searched the database for studies on bacteria such as bacteria bacteria bacteria bacteria bacteria bacteria bacteria and anaerobic oxygen bacteria, which resulted in the retrieval of such a paper on ARXIV. ”

Pause for a moment, his assistant continues.

“The author of the paper claims… he found a way to inhibit the production of bacteria X-0172. ”

“It's impossible, or it's possible that there are only seven people in the world who could write this paper, including me,” Professor Stephen shook his head with a smile, “send me an email. ”

His assistant nodded.

“Good professor. ”

The paper on Arxiv, Stephen, is really hopeless.

The first-hand information on X-0172 bacteria is basically on the Lunar Palace, and other scholars want to do research in this area, first they have to find a way to get the specimens.

However, currently fewer than twelve inactivated specimens are sent to Earth, and only some large research institutions are likely to have them, and those who have access to them cannot be the kind of scholars who are only satisfied with ARXIV.

Of course, knowing that the probability of digging up valuable papers from Arxiv is almost nil does not prevent him from seeing what the author of the paper actually wrote.

After all, even when it comes to pioneering research ideas, it's pretty good.

The paper was opened and Professor Stephen's gaze swept up on the screen, but when he saw the third page at a glance, he suddenly had a soft-hearted voice in his mouth.

His eyebrows gradually stained with a little seriousness, and he turned the paper back to the Odds section and looked seriously again.

“What is all this... how is it written? ”

The more he looked down, the more surprised he was when his mouth snapped.

Suspicion, surprise, nostrils, incredible colors in the eyes, and finally all thoughts were deeply shocked.

Turning the paper back to the beginning, Professor Stephen now just wants to know one thing: who wrote the paper?

However, the moment he saw the author's name, he suddenly stunned.

“Z…? ”

What the fuck?