Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Suburb of St. Petersburg, on the banks of the Fontanca Canal.

An old man in a black trench coat sat on a bench by the road and glanced at the watch as if he was waiting for something.

At this time, two young men with baseball caps, about seventeen or eighteen years old, clapped basketball and walked by him, and the excitement seemed to be discussing something.

“Did you hear that? Virtual reality system sealed and tested! ”

“I heard that in the Golden Ring, didn't I? Shit! I really want to go. ”

“Forget about it, we don't have a chance to have little transparency with no fans, no topics, I don't believe they don't have the qualifications. Speaking of which, have you seen James the Sprayer? He used to say on youtube that Sky Technologies virtual reality technology, if it really was the same as in SAO, he would eat the keyboard. ”

“Ha ha, what happened? ”

“I don't know, but I heard that he ordered a chocolate keyboard from a cake shop when he returned from China. ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

There was a delightful atmosphere in the air, and the jokes of the two young men grew farther apart.

Professor Fartings looked at their backs and his eyebrows raised a slight curve.

Golden Ring?

I didn't expect to hear a familiar word in this exotic country.

When I think of that man, I can't help but see a nostalgic look on Faltines' face.

As for virtual reality and youtube and other things, he ignored them.

Since the start of the smart machine, they've been getting too old to keep up with the young people, and they're getting familiar with something more modern than the smart machine, and I'm afraid even if he had that idea, he wouldn't have that energy to do it.

At this point, a middle-aged man, whose beard and hair were barely trimmed and whose body was filled with cheap breath, stopped in front of a bench and said in an unexpected tone.

“You did come. ”

Looking up at this one, Faltines smiled and said.

“Well, is there a problem? ”

“No, it's just strange, I didn't expect Mr. Faltines to come personally...”

A face emerged from the tall black bread of the hill held in his arms, and Perelman took a key out of his pocket with his free right hand and threw it into Faltines' hand, "I hope you don't mind that my house is a little messy. Please open the door later... As you can see, I can't get my hands on it. ”

“You're welcome,” Faltines nodded. "Do you need me to share a little? ”

Perelman shook his head and refused.

“No, I haven't had an old man lift anything for me yet. ”

A pedestrian walked into the neighboring neighborhood and quickly arrived in front of an apartment building that looked cheap.

No one would have thought that the world's most famous mathematician, living in such a single apartment of only 20 square meters, was either a pensionable Russian aunt or an unemployed person waiting to work at home.

But Perelman didn't throw up their position either.

He gave up the Millennial Difficulty One Million Dollar Award, and he lived in a very difficult situation where he had to rely on his mother's pension to buy bread, and in fact he himself had repeatedly intertwined questions about ideals and realities, so he chose to fade out of the mathematical world and study mathematics in a way that people had done before the nineteenth century ——

That is, lock yourself up.

In a way, he's quite similar to an ark.

The only difference presumably is that the Ark will go public with any milestones worth publishing, and even lazy submissions will be preprinted, and he hasn't published his own research in a long time.

Food was placed in the kitchen, and Perelman wiped his hands on his clothes and then folded back into the crowded living room. As he was about to ask Professor Fartings if he needed a cup of tea or water, he noticed the paper on the table.

A glimmer of obvious interest appeared on his face, and he walked up to pick it up and looked at it two pages at random.

“This is…”

“With regard to the study of motive theory," Professor Fartings took a thermos cup out of a broad trench coat, seemingly prepared to pour himself a cup of hot water, “the author of the paper put forward an interesting idea to combine all the above theories into an abstract geometric object. ”

Perelman said succinctly: "Crazy thoughts. ”

FARTINS: “Yes. ”

Perelman: "The Great Unity Theory? ”

FARTINS: “Yes. ”

“I had no idea there were such interesting scholars in the world… etc.," The more I read the abstract, the more I thought Perelman looked at it, the more I felt it was familiar, and I couldn't help but frown, “this paper… I always felt a little familiar. ”

A rare smile appeared on Faltines' serious face.

“Looks like you found out. ”

Perelman probed and asked, "Ark? ”

Faltines nodded for the third time.

“Yes.”

After a sip of hot water and a moment of pause, he continued, "About three days ago, he posted this paper on Inventions in Mathematics. I am not sure what he agreed with Professor Holden, Secretary-General of the International Union of Mathematicians, which is probably his first contribution to Mathematical Inventions, but that is not the point. ”

“The point is that he actually solved a weak form of Grotendik's standard speculation and solved the sub-structure of motive corresponding to the upper homogeneous loop. ”

“Yes,” Faltines nodded in praise of the venue, "I'm sure I was right, and you're the reviewer of this paper. ”

Looking at the paper in hand, Perelman regained his expressionless appearance.

“You didn't come all the way to Russia to find a reviewer for Mathematical Inventions, did you? Besides, you have my e-mail address, and an e-mail will tell you all about it. ”

Faltines nodded: "Of course, I'm not bored enough to go on a plane for this little thing. ”

Let go of the paper in hand for a moment, Perelman did not speak, just looked at him quietly and waited for him to continue.

Without circling, Professor Fartings said straightforwardly.

“Come to the University of Bonn. ”

Perelman's answer was equally straightforward, even outright.

“I refuse. ”

As if he had not been heard, Professor Fartings continued.

“The mathematical community has reached a critical crossroads, extending from the Archimedes to today's Holy Grail, where numbers and geometry are about to converge in abstract form, and where our achievements so far in both algebra and geometry are in tandem. Maybe tomorrow's algebra and geometry will be unified, and I'm not surprised, but with bad luck, maybe the problem won't be solved until the next century. ”

Perelman muttered, “Didn't the Ark study the subject? Just let him do it. I haven't seen a problem he can't handle so far. ”

“That's not necessarily true, the anomaly on the peak of the 750 GEV feature he found seven summers ago, and until today he couldn't give a good explanation for physics, and I've heard old friends say that the vast majority of people take this as a joke. ”

Perelman: “Physics is physics, math is mathematics. ”

“Yes, physics is physics,” said Professor Fartings, "but the point is not this, but to accomplish this successive task, not his own. ”

“We cannot put all expectations of the future on him alone, and without our own reflection, our academics will never prosper. ”

The old man looked carefully at Perelman and said in a sincere tone.

“The Brbaki school needs your help, and the entire mathematical community needs your strength. ”

“At my age, a lot of things are out of my mind, and I implore you to come out of here and contribute part of your passionate career. ”

Looking down at the paper on the table, Perelman pondered for a long time.

“I'll think about it. ”

As he said, he picked up the paper from the table and trembled slightly.

“At least until I finish this paper. ”