Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

At this moment the Ark does not know that the behaviour of one of his old friends could cause him a lot of trouble.

But maybe even if he did, he wouldn't blame him too much.

After all, it's like what he's doing.

If he hadn't pushed this technology, someone would have brought it to the world in the next decade or two. Especially in the context of today's space competition, refrigerated dormant technology is written at the same time in the corner of the outline of space R&D projects in the two super-Powers, and perhaps this day is just something that will happen in the next decade or two.

Similarly, even without Professor Krugman's thesis, there would certainly be others to play that role and carry out his historic mission.

There was already a feeling of what would happen on the ark, and on the day after the medical college report, the highway back home was boarded.

Almost as he returned home on the highway, 301 Hospital and Jinling Institute of Higher Studies finally came late to release information about a Fields Prize winner receiving cryosomnia treatment.

It is also almost predictable.

After the sensation caused by Lehman's speculation, the headlines of the international mainstream media were once again occupied by Professor Lu...

……

Princeton.

The cafe at the Institute of Advanced Studies.

Sitting in a window position, facing his old friend, Professor Angus Ditton, sitting across from him, Professor Feverman suddenly sighed softly.

“I didn't expect him to do that. ”

Cryodormant.

The whole of Princeton has been talking about this lately.

Though it is also well known that this may be the best option, it is not acceptable to everyone, especially Miss Vera Puyey's students, whether it is about the cute and honorable teacher being diagnosed with advanced lung cancer or the fact that her esteemed mentor “froze” her into the future, which is quite controversial.

But the ark itself seemed unexpectedly calm, as if it had disappeared from the Internet over the past few days, and neither ARXIV nor MATHOVERFLOW's information had been updated. Fefferman also took a look at the neck that was more commonly used in China, and he remembered that he seemed to enjoy interacting with his internet buddies up there, and found that the same was true.

“As a matter of fact… I arrived with anticipation. ”

Stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon, looking at the whirlpool foam, Professor Angus Ditton continued after a moment of silence.

“I once persuaded him to remain cautious in the matter of frozen dormancy. But then I thought, there's no need to say anything at all, and it's not going to work, and even if I convinced him to give us a little more time to civilize, this day would come. The biology's quest for survival is eternal, and from the moment our ancestors mastered the tools, we were destined to have everything we have now, and every choice we have was destined to make us live a little longer. ”

He was a little interested in this statement, and Feverman looked at him unexpectedly: "Is economics still studying this? ”

Angus: “It's not economics, it's evolutionary, it's biological… it's human. ”

In the hallway outside the cafe, footsteps were heard.

Soon, an old man in a simple shirt walked in from the outside.

“Sorry I'm a little late... Feverman? You're here too? ”

Looking at Feverman sitting opposite Professor Angus, Krugman looked at him slightly more unexpectedly, apparently not expecting him to be here as well.

“I'm here almost every afternoon when I'm not busy… with some exceptions today," shrugged Professor Feverman, smiling elegantly, continuing, "this Professor Angus invited me. ”

Krugman opened his mouth and said, "Well... it looks like our Professor Angus hired more than one person. ”

Professor Angus: "It doesn't matter how many people you've invited, I'm more interested in your research than I am… I noticed that you seem to have recently contributed a paper? With regard to the macroeconomic impact of refrigerated dormant technologies. ”

As soon as I heard the old friend speak of his recent research, Krugman's face suddenly appeared in an exhilarating splendor, and he racked his chair next to the two of them.

“Of course, I wrote that paper, and I didn't expect you to see it… a mocha thank you. ”

The waiter nodded and turned towards the bar.

After clearing his voice, Krugman continued.

“You may not be able to imagine the social changes that this technology could bring, in fact I thought of before flying. It may sound a little crazy, but it's okay, I can tell you. ”

It took Krugman about ten minutes to repeat his research. In particular, he spent a great deal of time describing the speculation that "it will be possible for human society, by virtue of the birth of this technology, to break the long-standing equality that has been achieved and is steadily being entrenched in human society since the French Revolution and, ultimately and as has happened countless times before, to move from new inequalities to new ones”.

After listening patiently to his old friend's generous presentation until his order of coffee was served by the waiter, he finally stopped talking because his tongue was dry, and Professor Angus laughed softly.

“I have an unpublished manuscript here… are you interested? ”

And Professor Krugman, with the coffee cup in his hand, asked slightly, “Is that all right? ”

Generally, scholars in the same field avoid doing so as much as possible, but Angus seems to care, only to speak softly.

“There's nothing good about it. We've known each other for so many years, and there's still trust in that. Not to mention you, just as Professor Feverman saw it. ”

Sitting next to him, playing the role of a listener, Feverman smiled, "It's an interesting article, though it may take a little effort for me to fully understand it. ”

“… if you say so, be sure to show it to me. ”

“No problem, right here. ”

Taking that manuscript from Professor Angus's hand, Krugman looked at the characteristic handwriting for a moment, first slightly stunned, and then filled his face with incredible and shocking divine colors.

Future Sociology!

Ten minutes to quickly go through the manuscript, Krugman gave it back to Angus, a complicated statement.

“… have you finished? When... was it written? Don't tell me it's just a few days. ”

Put away the manuscript, Professor Angus said: "As early as half a year ago, I sent out my first paper, the part you saw at the beginning of the book, an overview of a promising discipline in future sociology. There have been a few articles since then, and this manuscript is sort of a simple arrangement of the content, at least I think it's enough to support a book. ”

Pause, Professor Angus continues.

“Long ago… or just in recent years, this was actually something that did not need to be discussed. No matter how arbitrary we are, we have no means of directly interfering with future societies, let alone how many people deliberately plan for the future a hundred years after they no longer exist. Admittedly or not, the vast majority of the choices we make are judgments based on current circumstances. ”

“But now that this acquiescence has been broken, things tend to get troublesome when so many people begin to think about how to build the ground for the future. Perhaps in a few more years, futures will trade more than just soybeans, and even future currencies will have the properties of futures trading. ”

“Our work may be insignificant, but theoretical work must be done. At the very least, we can provide some objective references to prudent decision-makers when problems arise. ”

Krugman opened his mouth and said remorsefully.

“… I didn't expect to be preempted. ”

Professor Angus laughed and said, "You've only just found me a little surprised. I thought people like you who love to think nonsense should know more about these things than I do. After all, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to write a serious Interstellar Trade Theory... this kind of title carries an intense Hollywood thesis. ”

Professor Krugman said in his face, “If you really read my paper, you wouldn't say that. ”

Professor Angus: "Of course I read your paper, and more than that, I've been tracking your research for some time. After all, few economists are interested in the distant future, as we often say the future is unpredictable. ”

Krugman: "… what? I can't believe our Professor Angus was interested in my research. ”

“There's nothing unbelievable about this, the subject you're working on, and what I want to do is actually the same. Just as you are interested in my manuscript, so are our interests. ”

“… future sociology? ”

“Yes,” Professor Angus nodded, "prediction is also part of the analysis, just like our eyes and brain, and only knowing that we can judge correctly or not. Shall we join in? ”

Faced with a sudden throw at his olive branch, Professor Krugman was slightly surprised and blinked unconsciously.

It has to be said that this is a very tempting proposal.

And in fact, he did.

“… I am unable to provide you with an immediate response, which requires consultation with my partners. Of course, I think he is unlikely to refuse, and our judgement is always unexpectedly consistent on key issues related to the progress of the subject. ”

“Nothing, this was not a project that could have been done two days a day, I could have waited quietly… as long as it wasn't too long. ”

After a pause, Professor Angus went on to look at Feverman: "Well, here's another one of Professor Feverman's opinions that I've read this manuscript. ”

Always watching with great interest, I didn't expect this ball to be kicked to my feet, Feverman stunned slightly and laughed dumbly and said: "… Me? What does this have to do with me? ”

“Of course,” Professor Angus went on to say, naturally, “all the conditions are in place, only… we lack a good mathematician. ”

Professor Feverman opened his mouth and said in silence for a while: “I think… I need to think about it and give you another reply. In fact, Professor Fartings invited me to a great subject, and I'm not sure if I have that time. ”

Krugman was a little excited to say, "Is there anything greater than the future? ”

“That's hard to say. Instead of knowing what is likely to happen in the future, I felt that it would be better for the present and better for the future,” I looked at the watch on my left hand and Feverman reached for the coffee cup, drank all the rest of the coffee, then put the cup down, "I had a discussion for a while, and I wasn't here any longer. ”

In fact, although very interested in what they're discussing, as well as the brain hole. But he's still a little... unhappy to be part of it.

Like most mathematicians in Princeton.

Even modesty, when it comes to mathematics, can't resist the “arrogance” of the heart. This arrogance stems from their proud knowledge and from the stubbornness that has persisted since the last century - mathematics should serve mathematics.

Professor Feverman was about to leave, and Professor Angus had a disappointing look on his face.

He thought it was enough to impress him, but he didn't expect it to fail.

However, at this point, Professor Krugman suddenly said, "Professor Lu said that he would consider participating in our study once he had resolved Lehman's assumptions. ”

That phrase seems to have worked.

At least let Professor Feverman's finger in front of the coffee cup suddenly subside.

He was going to stand up, and he sat back and looked at Professor Krugman and frowned.

“... an ark? Is that what he said? ”

“I can swear to God," Krugman raised three fingers together, "and if I lie, let Satan take my soul. ”

Feverman: "… when, perhaps? ”

Krugman answered honestly: "The day before the IMU Conference, we happened to meet at Perelman's house, and I was like he offered an invitation...”

Although at that time, Krugman and his companion Albert interpreted that phrase as a euphemistic rejection.

After all, the phrase "think about it after resolving Lehman's assumptions…” believes that anyone who hears it will have the same idea as them.

…

Who knew how many days of kung fu he really solved?!

If it wasn't for Vera, why would he be sitting here now and Professor Angus grinding his mouth, saying that it would not have been pleasant to reach a consensus in St. Petersburg, and that he had already begun to study the subject.

Professor Feverman suddenly looked up at Professor Angus, who had been silent for a long time.

“… I changed my mind. ”

In the surprise gaze of the two professors, he smiled and continued.

“I'm very interested in what you're saying. ”

“If it's not troublesome, please let me in. ”