Deep Space Wandering Fleet-Chapter 132 - 133: Years and Civilization
Chapter 132 -133: Years and Civilization
The entire transition of history and the rapid differentiation of the wealth gap made Zhang Yuan feel dizzy and disoriented.
He sighed deeply, unsure of how to comment.
It was both unfamiliar and familiar,
Natural, yet unnatural.
He seemed to recall the joyful and ecstatic expressions of villagers during the demolition of urban villages, the temptation of overnight wealth—who could resist it?
Putting himself in their shoes, he wondered if selling the entire country in a package deal would be a problem if the price was right… Existing without dignity, barely able to feed oneself, let alone embrace the hollow slogan of “loving the country.”
Civilization was still the same civilization, only it was no longer the same under the influence of time.
In the vast universe, time was an infinitely stretching axis. At various points in time, countless brilliant cultures had emerged and just as many had been submerged and replaced.
Humans had evolved from forest-dwelling primates to modern society, changing many things from habits of daily life to leaps in thought, but what never changed was human nature.
With a hundred years of history left unread, Zhang Yuan faintly felt something bad was about to occur.
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He sat there blankly, pondering what would happen to Earth civilization in the future, though he already had the answers right in his hands, he temporarily did not want to know.
“It’s time to get off work and eat!” Senior Brother Zhao patted Zhang Yuan’s shoulder. “Take a break.”
Zhang Yuan jumped up from his chair and sighed silently.
The two chatted as they walked to the cafeteria.
The variety of dishes in the cafeteria was still unappetizing.
“The control of the heat is a bit poor, everything’s overcooked… Have those cooking robots, after working year after year, forgotten how to steam vegetables?”
Zhang Yuan actually missed the dishes made by Lin Xuanyuan a bit.
“I also think the food has been rather bad these days. There might be something wrong with the robots… Let’s check after we eat.”
The cooking robots were actually quite simple. Every program timed to the millisecond, but they were not at all smart, nor could they discern whether there was too much water or a steam leak.
If the robots aged, a malfunction in one part could wreak havoc on the taste of the food.
“By the way, do we have those intelligent robots here? The kind that can do almost any household chore?” Zhang Yuan asked. “The Foundation should have sent the source code over, shouldn’t they?”
“Of course, the complete set of source codes can run in supercomputers in simulated environments,” Zhao Qingfeng said. “But the hardware is inadequate. There are tens of thousands of parts needed, and we don’t have those components…”
“How about 3D printing?”
“The first robot is always the hardest; even with the exact blueprint, we need time to figure things out. Moreover, many production lines have shut down, which slows down the research.”
“Alright…” Zhang Yuan gave up on the idea. It was a pity that better technology was available but couldn’t be used extensively due to limited production capacity.
The two continued to eat while discussing topics related to the study of New Civilization History.
“Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhao. The successful launch of the second Deep Space Colony Ship, The Golden Sun, has once again validated a minor prediction of New Civilization History.”
“Is that so?” Zhao Qingfeng smiled. “The future is unknown. How do you know there won’t be a third launch? You’ve only read the history of the first two hundred years; there’s still a hundred years left.”
Zhang Yuan forced a smile, “Because the Deep Space Foundation has already begun to decline… It’s no longer possible.”
“I think the Foundation no longer has the influence to rally the entire civilization to build a third Deep Space Colonization Ship.”
The more he researched, the clearer he understood the terrifying predictive power of New Civilization History: two ships were the entirety of human civilization.
Just as Professor Wang Zhong had said during the Earth Era, it wasn’t a problem of technology or economics, but a matter of spiritual quality.
The years were complementary to civilization.
In certain ancient times, soldiers could die for the Royal Family, sacrificing their lives, even committing suicide by disembowelment; in other times, some could sacrifice everything for their beliefs…
But in peaceful times, people found it hard to understand and consider past stories unbelievable.
The Earth Era hailed from a time when humanity revered knowledge the most. And during that time, the influence and organizational capability of the Deep Space Foundation were also at their peak.
The Golden Sun was born during an era of flourishing interstellar trade and entrepreneurship, much like the Age of Great Navigation between the late 15th and early 16th centuries, where rapid technological innovation and the allure of wealth fueled an intense desire for exploration.
“Its emergence was heavily characterized by its era, not appearing out of thin air. From the current ideology, people have come to view space engineering as a commonplace event, and the Solar System project is nearly complete.”
“So, it’s difficult for people to muster a third drive to launch another colonization spaceship.”
“Very good analysis,” Senior Brother Zhao clapped. “According to the complex calculations of New Civilization History, there’s over a sixty percent probability.”
He gestured with his fingers, “367 years later, there’s a major conference on New Civilization History. If you’re interested, you could choose to wake up at that time.”
“No problem,” Zhang Yuan smiled. Planning for something 367 years in the future? Well, it’s just like taking a nap, no big deal…
After dinner, they spent several more hours trying to fix the cooking robot.
The ship had been traveling for five hundred years, and the frequency of malfunctions was increasing, requiring more and more maintenance. Fortunately, the malfunctions that occurred were minor, not major core issues.
After resolving the minor issue, it was already night, and Zhang Yuan bade farewell to Zhao Qingfeng, heading alone to the Star Library.
The journey had only completed one-fifth, but as the distance increased, the ship’s ability to receive signals from Earth also dwindled. As the Deep Space Foundation gradually declined, eventually, the organization would be unable to afford the increasingly expensive signal transmission costs.
“Perhaps,” Zhang Yuan mused, hoping that day would come later.
Alone, he felt a peculiar sensation—it was time to learn about the coming history of Earth.
Casually, he opened a news report from the 27th century, a follow-up investigation on households affected by demolition.
[Mala Demolished Households’ Mentality of Sudden Wealth]
Mala was a small impoverished country in Zhang Yuan’s era, with no minerals, no capital, and no talent, only vast plains where the people barely survived.
But now, things were completely different.
