There is naturally a reason why Reed and Gu Yan can become competitors.

In some ways, they are the same kind of people.

Their hearts are as hard as iron, they are clear about their goals and desires, and they rarely have emotional fluctuations. In other words, emotions are not the most important thing in their hearts.

Therefore, whether they have confidence or desire to save the world or not, they will do their best to save it.

At this moment, we are facing the first crucial turning point in the salvation plan.

"How do you think the global regime will react?" Reed looked at Gu Yan.

In front of them, Reed's artificial intelligence Xiaoxi was monitoring Stanbeck's every move.

Although he seemed to be leaving, in fact, his eyes were always on Steinbeck.

Gu Yan was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said: "Although I don't want to infer how bad this world is with an overly pessimistic mentality, but judging from the facts, the situation is not very objective. Most of the people in power in this world today have no descendants."

Since governments around the world are calling on people to stop having children.

As an advocate, you should naturally set an example yourself.

What's more, given the situation in this world, having offspring will only cause them to suffer.

It's like Steinbeck's guilt.

“That’s really pessimistic.”

Reed seemed to be joking, but there was no trace of joking on his face.

Obviously.

He agreed with Gu Yan's idea.

"Without offspring, there is no selfish desire to save the world, and we can only rely on their sense of mission and responsibility to save the world. These two things seem a bit ridiculous in this world." Gu Yan looked at the monitoring interface in front of him and continued, "Now, we are just making some attempts."

Even if you fail, you can still get a lot of important information from it.

Reed stopped talking.

He felt like there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between him and Gu Yan.

However, whether as a partner or as a competitor, he did not dislike such tacit understanding.

After Reed and Gu Yan left, Stanbeck could not wait to carefully look at the contents on the tablet.

This blueprint actually does not go too far beyond this world.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand Steinbeck, a top expert.

But the more I read, the more I was amazed.

Many of the fantastic ideas seem to be coincidental designs, but they perfectly fit the best situation.

It doesn't look like a design drawing without a physical object at all, but rather like a mature technology that has been experimented, produced, and put into practical use time and time again, and is constantly undergoing various minor improvements.

How did this happen? Xiaoxi gave Steinbeck an "answer".

"I have extremely powerful simulation calculation functions." Xiaoxi's cute face said seriously, "This drawing has been calculated and improved countless times, and it has already been perfected to a certain extent."

“That’s amazing.”

Steinbeck did not doubt Xiaoxi's words because it was the only explanation.

Naturally, he could not have imagined that this blueprint had been experimented and improved again and again in other civilizations.

He was just amazed at Xiaoxi's strength, and he became more confident about the future of mankind.

However, in addition to being amazed, he also began to think about how to convince the global regime to mobilize everyone to participate in the construction of the immigration spacecraft again.

The decision has been made.

"Although such a drawing cannot be completed by me alone, there is no one in the world who can truly understand it now." Steinbeck picked up a pen and began to draw the drawings according to his own understanding on the white paper he bought.

He even called his daughter for help.

They were busy with this matter for several days.

Even Dale stopped going to class.

It's somewhat ironic.

Dale, a top student, didn't go to class for several days, but the school didn't react at all.

It's like he doesn't care at all.

No, they just don't care.

In this era, academic performance is no longer important, because they don’t need scientists, or even lawyers, teachers, or doctors.

They only need farmers and herders, and workers to produce daily necessities.

Only these can bring some effect to this civilization that is striding towards extinction.

This is such a world.

But now, Steinbeck wants to change that.

He is about to take action.

Looking at the achievements he and his daughter had made in the past few days, Steinbeck took out his phone tremblingly and dialed a number that had long been engraved in his memory.

"Hello? Who is that?" A somewhat old voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Wolfe," said Steinbeck, in a somewhat excited voice. "It is I, Steinbeck."

"Stan Beck?" The person on the other end of the phone answered hesitantly, as if he was thinking, but suddenly he realized something and his voice was trembling with excitement. "It's Stan Beck, you're still alive? That's great. I, ahem, sorry, I'm not feeling well."

"Me too." Steinbeck also felt a little emotional. "We are all old."

Wolfe on the other end of the phone was not a scientific researcher, but he had an identity.

The general manager of the space immigration project.

Of course, it was once.

He was the person in charge who was sent by the global regime to manage the development of the entire project. He was also very ambitious and wanted to complete this great project to save all mankind.

But after that, for various reasons.

This huge project was gradually abandoned.

Woolf was also squeezed out by his competitors and lost his position. He returned to work in the global political regime. Later, the project led by Steinbeck was also abandoned, and he never saw his former boss again.

I just heard that Woolf's position in the global political regime became higher and higher, and finally he retired as a member of parliament.

That's why Steinbeck called.

But Woolf seemed more excited than him.

"Yes, we are all old. How are you? Stanbeck, I am so glad that you called me. Do you know how long it has been since I last saw the people I knew in the past? Every day and every night, I review my failed life. Can you come and see me? Just treat it as the last time you see me, Stanbeck."

This old man, who once held a high position, now sounded extremely fragile.

(End of this chapter)