On the night of the 28th, on the eve of the Spring Festival, Jiangcheng was filled with a tense atmosphere, though he himself was not nervous. This Spring Festival was different from previous years; it was probably the only one in his nineteen years that he had not spent in China.
The eagerly awaiting researchers finally witnessed the start of the global conference. Jiang Cheng, the main figure of the conference, arrived at the Astronomical Institute at 7 p.m. After a short rest, everyone was told that the conference would officially begin at 8 p.m.
The overall scale of this event is very high, but it cannot be judged simply by its scale. According to the established rules of the scientific community, the G10 is undoubtedly the biggest event, and its significance can be judged by the high-level leaders who attend. The Global Astronomical Conference is far more impressive, as it discusses events of a level concerning the shared future of mankind.
Two core themes: detectors and brain-like projects.
Jiang Cheng changed from casual clothes into formal attire, took the document from Gu Qingwan's hand, walked out the door, and strolled slowly down the wide corridor. No one knew what Jiang Cheng, as a research leader, was thinking at that moment.
Perhaps he was thinking about how to approach the high-ranking officials of those major powers.
Or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all, just looking at the road ahead.
It was late at night outside, and the sky was the same everywhere. It was clearer today, with fewer clouds and stars dotting the sky. The entire conference building of the Astronomical Institute was brightly lit.
It was as bright as day.
Under these lights, the global conference began.
The people coming and going, all entering this floor, were more or less well-known in the scientific research community; without some achievements, they wouldn't have received an official invitation. Apart from the researchers, the rest were all "high-level personnel," which goes without saying.
It's fair to say that if a plane were to attempt to self-destruct and crash into the fourteenth floor of the Astronomical Research Institute at this moment, the world order would be thrown into chaos within seconds. That's the significance of today's occasion.
As the final speaker, Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't be the first to appear. The research institute had already arranged the venue several days prior, and now only some minor details needed to be resolved. The conference venue was circular, with a large exhibition stage in the center. Above the stage were hanging columns, from which four huge screens were embedded for video presentations.
The circular tiered conference room is divided into different national zones. Further back, on the outer edge, are the zones for researchers who are not from any particular country and are attending as observers. Jiang Cheng naturally belongs to the China zone. Due to the hasty nature of this conference, neither Professor Zhong nor Professor Chen could get away, and besides, he is fully capable of handling things on his own.
Therefore, the highest leader from China was Jiang Cheng, accompanied by Gu Qingwan and Li Li and Wan Xingyan, who had conducted research together in the Northwest. All of them were related to the Brain-like Project, so there was no need to go into details about the official personnel.
The representatives from the United States were naturally Professor Busch, a leading figure in the field of astronomy, and members of the Göring team in charge of the probe. Unfortunately, Ai Jincheng did not attend; it is said that his illness had relapsed.
As all the researchers and people from various special zones entered the conference room and took their designated seats, Jiang Cheng made his grand entrance amidst great anticipation, with everyone's eyes immediately drawn to the entrance.
In stark contrast to the atmosphere inside, and quite obviously so, Jiang Cheng's group was extremely young!
Their average age is around their twenties, perfectly embodying the phrase "rising stars." In contrast, researchers in other regions are starting at fifty. Indeed, the accumulation of years of experience is a strong indicator of a researcher's level; it's like seeing a Mediterranean-looking doctor in a hospital—it gives you a sense of reassurance.
The fact that the Huaxia Division is very young is a bad sign for others. Being young means that their older generation of researchers already has successors, and it also means that the current scientific research ecosystem in Huaxia is healthy, with new researchers emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Normally, many people would have a bad feeling, but in such a critical moment, that thought would quickly disappear.
Jiang Cheng sat down, calmly looking ahead. On his table was a nameplate; his name had become the code name for scientific research in China, which was a kind of honor.
Upon seeing that everyone was present, the Astronomical Institute officially announced the start of the meeting. In this solemn atmosphere, someone was about to reveal the background and secrets of the entire event in detail.
This person is none other than Göring, who was involved from the moment the H-012 satellite lost contact until the probe entered the dead dimension.
In fact, he once made a name for himself on the international stage and was an absolute genius. However, due to his personality, he eventually faded into obscurity. Now, it is quite regrettable that he has returned to take on important responsibilities.
Often, we find that human actions are insignificant in the grand scheme of time. Rather than saying we are driving history forward, it's more accurate to say that history is driving us. It seems that the fates of nations are strikingly similar, constantly repeating the same mistakes; it seems we are always breaking the silence, seeking change; it seems that civilizations are always disappearing, only to be reborn.
This applies to everything from galaxies and the universe to individuals within society.
The end of everything seems to be simply because we are always pursuing something better, thus constantly trapping ourselves in a cocoon only to be reborn again. Perhaps that's how it is...
Goring prepared the video file, took a deep breath, and began to fluently recount the entire course of events. From his perspective, within an unknown timeline and amidst coexisting points of occurrence, his account was roughly as follows:
One day, the H-012 satellite suddenly lost contact. Two young men on duty in the Black Tower, responsible for the second group of satellite observations, witnessed everything. Afterwards, Goering entered the room.
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