Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Ding--!

The sound of a steel collision awakens the ark from its trance.

That's the sound of iron striking.

By the time he returned to God, he had already stood in front of a pristine house made of wood and stones and some white crushed plush, and woke him up in a weird calciner next to him. Looking up to the distance, you can see the walls supported by earth blocks and wooden sticks, as well as the soaring farmland.

As General Reinhardt said, these insects have learned to walk upright, even to use tools, and have developed the prototype of farming civilization.

Even in his opinion, the way they walk is ridiculous.

Looking at the “ranch” surrounded by fences and the fat, bucket-like larvae, a thoughtful expression appeared on the face of the ark.

At this point, General Reinhardt walked beside him and asked.

“What is a tens of thousands of years experience? ”

I heard that tone, but the ark was running out of time to take these into account.

“How many tens of thousands of years have passed? ”

General Reinhardt shrugged his shoulders.

“You can understand it as fast forward, after all, I can't really let you stay in my memory for tens of thousands of years. ”

Sweat!

You scared the shit out of me!

The Ark thought he'd been asleep for tens of thousands of years!

“ …… ”

Without immediately responding to General Reinhardt's remarks, the Ark looked around and took a moment to elaborate on the village at the foot of the mountain before continuing to say, "… are we now in the Stone Age? ”

“A little further than the Stone Age, they've learned to smelt metals… probably the Bronze Age. ”

“Did you teach them these? ”

“No, they may have a slightly smaller brain capacity, but they're not stupid enough to need my help building houses and domesticating beasts. ”

“But you told me you ‘enlightened' them. ”

“Yes, intentionally or unintentionally, the stone tablet I left behind taught them the text, and it is precisely because of the appearance of the text that their knowledge was passed on. Isn't this hanging up big enough? ”

In the middle of the conversation, there was an awesome buzz, the tranquillity in the air suddenly stained with a smudge of killing.

Only a cockroach with its head covered in metal horns rushed out of the woods and, under the cover of a domesticated flying insect, jumped towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

The screams fluctuated, and the cockroaches in the village quickly armed themselves and began to fight.

Two dozen horses quickly hit each other, watching the cockroaches rushing in front of them —— or Martians, the chills pouring beneath the backs of the ark.

Fortunately, General Reinhardt, standing beside him, lifted his hand and flew to heaven with no entity, otherwise he was a little unsure if he would throw up.

Looking over the flames that swept beneath his feet, and the flesh and blood that splattered, the ark suddenly had the illusion of being here at this moment, as if it were God.

And indeed, he is looking at the life of civilization from the perspective of God…

“Do you feel like an omnipotent god? ”

“A little. ”

“Looks like you're starting to feel what I'm feeling,” General Reinhardt smiled slightly, "in fact, any higher civilization produces similar ideas when faced with lower civilizations. Sometimes we think about it, and it's probably the same with the mindset that those observers are looking at us. ”

The battle at the foot of the mountain was over while the two were chatting.

The battle between the two horses ended in the victory of the aggressors, who, apparently slightly larger in size, divided the captives into two waves, one killing them, while the other tied the connection between the crust and the head with a white wool rope.

The victor set fire to the center of the village, lit the flames, danced to please the gods, enjoyed looted goods, slaughtered the enemy's livestock, and even enjoyed captivity...

Looking at the thoughtful ark, General Reinhardt continued expressively.

“This is the first stage of evolution, where civilization and barbarism are in the final struggle, with the latter at the outset at the upper hand, but the former later at the forefront. War is like a catalyst, and the Martians on this land are beginning to merge and merge into one. In order to manage more people, they moved from tribalism to feudalism, and then through countless reforms, even leather. Order, achieved the liberation of productivity...”

Ark: “So what role did you play in it? ”

“Me?” General Reinhardt smiled slightly, continuing, "I didn't play any part, and when they contacted me again and realized completely that I existed, it was already in the electronic age. ”

Just as General Reinhardt spoke about these things, the earth at the feet of the two men changed again.

Since when, the low thatched house has disappeared, replacing it with a red brick house and a granite well.

Campfire piles also collapsed, replacing them with gushing chimneys and hundreds of acres of factories.

The iron and steel products of a car were transported out of the factory, loaded with trains, accompanied by the roar of the whistle, and headed far away.

Not far away, a circle of houses rises, the city's outline begins to appear, and spreads rapidly.

“Isn't that shocking. ”

“Yes...” Looking at what was happening on this planet under his feet, the ark was silent for a while and said, "Just a little bit, I don't quite understand. ”

“Don't understand anything. ”

“If Mars civilization is nearly three billion years ahead of us… why is it that observer civilization does not choose them, but rather places hope in three billion years' time, a world whose resources and environmental conditions are inferior to those of Mars civilization? ”

In the view of the Ark, the original resources of these Martians can be described as a perfect opening.

Unlike human civilization, which has been through countless periods of small glaciers in history, this group of insects living in greenhouses has hardly ever been baptized by natural disasters and, even in those years when crops are poorly harvested, they have access to adequate food from flourishing forests and the underground world.

“This is an interesting question. If we refer to the Earth, will the most fertile lands produce the most powerful civilizations? ”

Looking at the thinking ark, General Reinhardt continued.

“In fact, planet Gaia, although it has an ecological envy for all organisms, is not the most suitable hotbed for nurturing civilization. ”

“A prosperous environment means that much effort is not required to obtain the basic goods needed for survival. Martians have the same curious qualities as you, but they have no idea what hard work is in their culture, let alone the genes that they pioneer. And the deadliest, tens of thousands of years of evolution have completely adapted them to the ecosystem of Gaia, and this picking has made it difficult for them to find an acceptable second home in space. ”

“Imagine if the planet's ecosystems could hold 20 billion people, or even 30 billion people, and the rich reserves of resources could not be seen to run out, would you still want to give up your present good life and explore the moon, Mars and even the world outside the solar system? ”

“In contrast, those harsh and extreme environments are more likely to breed powerful and aggressive civilizations. You can remember that, maybe one day. ”

Looking at an ark that didn't seem to know how to nod, General Reinhardt continued.

“As for time… it goes without saying that a civilization with long years may be developed, but it must not be because of long years. A lot of seemingly inevitable things don't just draw equivalents. And that's what I learned when I got to the center of the galaxy. ”

In just a few minutes, the earth beneath your feet has been a sea of mulberry fields.

The endless grasslands were invisible, the boundaries of the forest continued to shrink, shrink, and eventually disappeared on the horizon, swallowed by a high-rise of reinforced concrete that covered almost every inch of the planet.

At this moment, the Ark finally figured out where the rust all over the surface of Mars came from.

And that weird red iron vein and silicate deposited rock formation...

It turns out to be the remains of the civilized city of Mars!

“Incredible, how did they end up… that step? ”

Looking at a planet that has been almost completely transformed by the artifacts of reinforced cement, and the onions are neon the streets and innumerable flourishes, the eyes of the ark are stained with complex emotions.

Although the developed world has not changed the ugly image of Martians in his eyes, so far he has not seen any signs of decline.

If he hadn't seen what Mars looked like billions of years later, he would never have believed that this powerful civilization had not stepped on the stars, but had eventually gone into decline...

“There are many reasons, even many coincidences. ”

“Without talking about it, let's make a hypothesis. If cancer cells knew that they were expanding indefinitely and eventually ended up with the host, would you think it would grow in a relatively mild way? ”

Underneath the ark consciousness questioned.

“Is that still cancer? ”

Apparently praised for the intuition of the Ark, Reinhard nodded, saying: "Yes, so it is fundamentally impossible to expect civilization to restrain itself and achieve shared prosperity with nature. Just as human valley despair swells, so does civilization's need. Only by expanding towards a more distant world is civilization the only way to survive, just as the original fish jumped to land. ”

“However, because of the question of habitability, Mars civilization did not end up on this path, but chose to continue to claim. Typically, planet Gaia is capable of meeting their needs until… they end up doing something stupid. ”

The canoe's throat moved gently.

“… what a stupid thing. ”

“They built a geothermal well from the seabed to the mantle, from which they extracted thermal energy and minerals to build and feed their cities. ”

“They're crazy...” The ark stunned slightly, "Didn't they think of something else? ”

“In another way? Like controllable fusion?” General Reinhardt smiled slightly, "Don't forget that Mars was formed only a few hundred million years ago, including the entire solar system, and did not accumulate as much deuterium in the ocean as Earth did. ”

“Mars civilization is not without the invention of controllable nuclear fusion technology, but it is not the cheapest option for their condition. In contrast, they, as arthropods, are more attractive to explore downward, after all, drilling holes is almost an instinct for their survival. ”

“Large quantities of mantle matter are drawn to the surface and the energy in the core is released, in fact it is a very slow process, including the cooling of the core, including the weakening of the magnetic field, and for Martians whose lives are only more than two decades old, the vast majority of people do not necessarily feel that their environment has changed after a lifetime of exhaustion. ”

“And when the local nuclear temperature finally dropped a threshold, and the weakened magnetic field was no longer resistant to high-energy rays from the universe, it was too late. They watched the atmosphere blow away in despair, fragments of their countrymen died of cancer, a city turned into a ghost town, and they were forced to retreat with everyone from the surface to the underground world. ”

“Yet even in the underground world, there is no place for them. At that time, Mars was like a walking old man, just one death certificate away from death. ”

“Prior to the imminent demise of civilization, they made a certain effort… such as the ignition plan, as well as the sowing plan. ”

“With regard to the ignition plan, I have already told you that they asked me for help in order to return the heat borrowed from the core by sending my engine to the Demand Circle and detonating the zero point energy in the energy module. They dormant some of their compatriots, and they woke up to do it in turns, but eventually failed. ”

“As for the sowing plan, it's more interesting. ”

Speaking of which, General Reinhardt laughed.

“Perhaps inspired by the dramatic changes on Mars, they finally realized their weakness in environmental resilience and cut their genes dramatically through genetically modified methods. ”

“Unfortunately, genetic modification is an equally sophisticated technique, and it is clear that they are immature in this regard and can only forcibly enhance their habitability at the expense of weakening other parts. The new Martians created in this way are not only mentally retarded, but even unacceptable to them themselves, the dwarfed imbeciles of their own kind. ”

“But in any case, this is the only hope of survival, and optimistically, in the hundreds of millions of years of evolution, if one day these new Mars people reawaken their ancestral genes, will they not be able to revive their civilization? ”

“With this in mind, some people look at the Earth, your home planet. Although the Earth was still chaotic at that time, they tried to accelerate the evolution of the Earth's atmosphere by detonating nuclear weapons, dropping acid resistance, nitrogen fixing bacteria and other artificial methods. ”

“I don't know if this is part of the observers' plan, or if it can be allowed for errors. In a sense, they have made some progress. ”

“The genetically modified, frozen, dormant New Martians were sent to Earth by their compatriots, and those Martians hoped that the smaller ones, some day in the future, would rebuild the glory of Martian civilization. ”

Looking at the shocking ark on his face and the extinguished neon and prosperity of the surface, General Reinhardt's face showed a lamentable expression and said softly.

“As for the outcome, you should already know. ”

“They took billions of years and spanned hundreds of millions of kilometers…”

“… finally succeeded and became the cockroach in your eyes. ”

……

Earth.

Oxford University, Bodley Library.

An old man, nearly sixty years old and in a shapely shape, was running over a wooden table and carefully checking the printed text in his hand.

His name was Vernal, an archaeologist, and although there had been a slight deviation in his research direction in recent decades, it was essentially no different.

As of today, 30 years have passed since that first trip to Mars.

For three decades, the international community has not abandoned the excavation of the gates of Hell until recently, when funding was cut back slightly.

By virtue of his position of authority in the archaeological field of Mars, he has made several successive visits to Mars over the past three decades to investigate the ruins of the Gate of Hell, as well as to examine the clues of some of the newly discovered Mars civilizations.

And he went from being a seemingly older, middle-aged man to an old man in the true sense.

By the way, space travel today is not as simple as home cooking, but it's not as mysterious as it was 30 years ago. Many newlyweds choose to spend their honeymoon on the moon and experience that weightlessness.

Also, scholars like him who insist on doing their theses with their hands and on paper are few in this age of extremely advanced multimedia technology...

“Professor, I brought you your manuscript," a young man with freckles on his face opened the door and walked in.

And it turned out that the paper was so tall that it blocked his gaze that he was barely tripped by the chair at the door.

Seeing him so carelessly, Professor Vernal was almost out of breath and stood angrily.

“Be careful! You stupid groundhog! This is a precious historical literature. ”

“But Professor, they were just printed out...” With a helpless look on his face, the young doctor went on to say, "If you need me, I could probably go to the printing room and get you another one. ”

“No matter who Newton is, any great man's manuscript was brand new when it was first included in the library. By the way, electronic gear has no soul.” The documents in his hands were stamped, and Professor Vernal skillfully handed them in batches, counting them one by one.

He nodded satisfactorily, making sure there were no omissions.

“Good, it's all here. ”

Looking at his mentor weirdly, the young doctor wanted to throw up, but eventually he didn't say anything.

His mentor stood up, walked to the hat rack at the door, picked up a khaki coat and put it on his body, and stood in front of the hat mirror and trimmed his collar.

Looking at the old man in the mirror, a little nostalgia appeared in his eyes, but was soon replaced by strong confidence.

Today!

Today!

His research will change history!

Took a deep breath and Professor Vernal's voice took on a hint of excitement.

It was like singing an ancient English epic, he said.

“Get ready, Dr. Gilbert! ”

“Take out the most expensive suit in your wardrobe and get it straight until the afternoon report starts. ”

“The whole world will always remember our names because of this amazing discovery! ”

No wonder the nervousness of the old professor had been seen. Gilbert glanced at him and muttered nonetheless.

“Yes, Professor. ”

He would very much like to write a paper now.

If you leave Earth for a long time, will it break your brain...

……

Compared to decades, the district waits one afternoon, but it's just a blink of an eye.

Waiting quietly for the wall clock to reach its rightful point, Professor Vernal came close to the microphone and cleared his voice.

The reporting room was quiet.

A pair of eyes stopped swinging left and right, all looking at the old professor on the podium, waiting for his opening remarks.

The debriefing has begun!

“Ladies and gentlemen. ”

“It's a pleasure to have you in my academic report. ”

“I am here to announce to you an important discovery-”

“The Martians are always with us! ”

The moment the voice fell, people's faces showed a strange look, and the voices of the discussion spread around.

Young people say, "Are you Martian?”, “What a coincidence, so am I." and other words are joking at each other, and some people take notes seriously, or smile and shake their heads, indicating that they do not look down.

Professor Vernal smiled in his face as he watched the debated press conference hall.

Satisfied with the surprise on people's faces, he continued.

“Though this sounds a little awkward...”

“But based on the fossil specimens that we found at the mouth of the Olympus volcano and the signs that we have seen from the other relics, we have been able to make a preliminary judgement that they belong to insect platforms, ruminants… like cockroaches in the Americas. ”

“Perhaps the cockroaches we see today are actually the same species as the Martians of billions of years ago! Even from the same place! ”

“It's all possible! ”

The moment the voice drops.

The whole reporting room, both human and air, boiled in an instant...

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