In the beautiful mornings of America, as winter approaches, fewer and fewer birds fly over the Ohio River. To avoid the harsh season, they begin to migrate to warmer places, so the winding steps around the Black Tower no longer offer the beautiful scenery they once did.
Goring glanced at the birds disappearing into the horizon, and his steps became lighter. He hadn't expected that his life, which had been leisurely for more than a decade, would undergo such a huge change in just a few days.
When Dean Fuse revealed that he had previously been an outstanding astronomical researcher, it meant that he could no longer be content with his current position.
It seems that this is the way of the world: as long as you have the ability, you can't "give up" but must strive for the great progress of mankind.
Goring always found the term "giving up" disgusting. He had always lived the life he wanted: being able to relax and travel during holidays, receiving a salary earned through his labor, having a happy family, and a lush, green yard.
He chose the life he wanted, but he was not understood. Does he have to dedicate his life as cannon fodder in the long river of time to be considered right?
Everyone has different ideas, and Göring was no exception.
Life is extremely short. The more he studied astronomy in his youth, the more he realized how insignificant human civilization is in the vast universe, and even how insignificant the entire Earth is compared to the universe.
Scientists predict that when the Andromeda Galaxy collides with us in the future, everything we currently exist will be destroyed. At that time, not only Earth, but the entire galaxy will no longer be suitable for human habitation.
Pessimistic speculations pervade the scientific community, suggesting that, from a macro perspective, humanity is merely a carbon-based life form that was accidentally born in the vast galaxy and then accidentally developed consciousness.
Admittedly, we could change the appearance of a planet, occupy 21% of its continents, and develop our thriving civilization there, but humanity would still be so insignificant as to be negligible.
But Goering still believed that humanity was just a drop in the ocean.
He won't live much longer; he has not harmed society; he just wants to live out the rest of his life in peace.
In a class-based society, many ordinary people who lead mediocre lives don't really want to understand the macrocosm of the entire galaxy, because in terms of time and life, these things seem too distant.
"Stop talking, I still have to pay the mortgage tomorrow. If I watch too many astronomy science videos, I won't want to pay the loan."
This widely circulated saying is a microcosm of a phenomenon.
With no other option, since he had been given the mission, Goring packed his bags, took all the useful materials from the Black Tower, and headed to the Astronomical Research Institute.
Dean Bushi thought highly of him and gave him a much higher salary than Ai Jincheng, who now holds an important scientific research position. He had a past relationship with the old man Bushi, who could be considered his mentor, so the title of group leader fell to him.
In addition, there is the head of the observation department of the main institute serving as his deputy. The entire scientific research team is well-equipped, but this is not as simple as using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Göring was always pessimistic, and he had already predicted the worst outcome: leading this highly skilled team to produce nothing of substance, wasting funds, and ending in the failure of the project.
He could be demoted back to the Black Tower and continue living his carefree and easy life. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
As Göring sat in the car, the scenery rushed past the window. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, as if he had already accepted defeat as inevitable.
The group, who had been so confident, never expected their team leader to have such an idea; they had all underestimated the complexity of recovering the satellite.
At that moment, no one could have imagined that this would lead to a major problem that could threaten human civilization.
The birds of the Ohio River may fly away, but they will eventually return. Göring, however, never had the chance to stay in the Black Tower again.
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The successful development of the Brain-Inspired Project means that Jiangcheng has lived up to expectations and overcome this challenge that represents the world's highest level of scientific and technological achievement. After the application was approved, the project's release immediately sparked a frenzy on scientific research websites worldwide.
Two months, a miracle, a journey through Northwest China.
Meanwhile, at the American research institute on the other side of the ocean, Professor Mallory was on the phone discussing in detail the issue of investing in the latest research materials and then monopolizing the market to raise prices—a tactic he consistently used.
He spent a large sum of money to purchase a large quantity of materials for making quantum computer CPUs, intending to cooperate with large companies in the future electronic components market and squeeze out other small business owners who were just trying to make a living from this market.
Then they export the products, doubling the price, and quickly make a fortune. Mallory, in his sixties, is among the most valuable people in the entire scientific community.
He would have used such methods to seek profit thirty years ago. Of course, he comes from a prominent family and has accumulated initial capital; it's very difficult for ordinary people to reach that level.
Mallory toyed with the expensive ring on his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. He had already laid the groundwork, funds were flowing into the market, and after reaching strategic agreements with large corporations, all he had to do was wait for the operation to begin and collect the profits.
At that moment, a researcher was browsing a research information website on his computer when he happened to see the brain-like project theory, which had just been released a few minutes earlier, along with a report on its success and exaggerated data showing that it exceeded the current known computing speed by five times.
He blinked in a daze, shook his head, and continued to look closely until he confirmed that the data was real and issued by the China Institute of Biotechnology, and could not be faked.
The researcher was dumbfounded.
"**!" He cursed out loud, and when he came to his senses, he hurriedly forwarded it to their group chat where they usually discussed scientific research. Many researchers who were unaware of what was going on clicked on it.
Most people reacted exactly like him, remaining stunned for a few seconds before beginning to question their existence.
Amidst the rising gasps of surprise, Mallory, who was sitting in a secluded corner making a phone call, frowned in annoyance. After hanging up, she stood up. "What's going on? What's with all the commotion? Let me see!"
Mallory went to the researcher's workstation, took the mouse, and carefully browsed through it.
Then he looked at it again.
I watched it again...
With a "thud," the mouse I was holding fell onto the work desk.
Professor Mallory's face turned visibly pale under the researchers' gaze, almost instantly. He wondered if even shock would elicit such a strange reaction.
The development of neuromorphic computing is a bombshell for the entire scientific community and a devastating blow to the quantum computer market.
Mallory knew all too well that the project he had just invested heavily in just a few minutes ago had suddenly become worthless.
The electronic components market will be transformed as a result, and the vast amount of materials he holds is depreciating by several percentage points per second.
"**! Who invented this?!"
If this information had been released a few minutes earlier, he would have lost billions.
But when Mallory's eyes fell on the authorship of the paper and the name of the head of the Brain-Inspired Project, he understood everything.
There is probably only one person in the world who can do this: "Jiang Cheng".
"It's him again!"
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