No wonder Woolf reacted this way.

Although he is not a scientist, such things sound a bit far-fetched.

No matter how much money and investment was used, it was not completed.

And after the project was abandoned for so many years, how could Steinbeck, alone, claim to have completed it? "At the time, the project was actually just stuck on a few important formulas," Steinbeck explained. "You know, in science and technology, the most important thing is often some inspiration. Over the past decade or so, I have been deducing and calculating, and recently, I finally completed it."

This sentence is, of course, a lie.

But it's not a lie either.

He was the one who presided over the previous project, and only a few people, including him, knew the completion status of the overall project.

Now he is the only one left.

But at this moment when there are not many high-level scientific researchers who can verify this statement, this lie is not so easy to expose.

not to mention.

The drawings are here, and this is the fact.

However, Wolfe fell silent when he looked at the stack of drawings in his hand and did not reach out to take it.

"This is true. According to this blueprint, we can definitely build a real, reusable spacecraft!" Stanbeck was a little anxious. "You have to believe in my ability. I am the world's top dynamics scientist! I have a daughter and I won't joke about her future! What's more, the authenticity of this blueprint is easy to verify! It doesn't cost much to build one!"

He thought Woolf didn't believe it.

However, Wolfe shook his head and looked at him calmly.

"I believe you, but even if you really complete it, it's just one project. You know very well how many projects there are to achieve space migration."

"But the two most difficult ones have already been completed!" Steinbeck interrupted Wolfe, even breathing heavily, "To restart the space immigration project, we only need one-fifth, no, one-tenth of the previous investment, and there is hope that it will be truly completed! This is the hope of mankind!"

Steinbeck's voice trembled as he spoke.

The hope of humanity.

More than 30 years ago, almost everyone had this sentence on their lips, and many people regarded it as their lifelong goal.

How great and inspiring it is for mankind.

But Woolf remained calm.

"It's just a hope," he said, even asking rhetorically, "Don't you know the current economic situation? The staff has been reduced to only one-third, and there is a serious food shortage. I don't know how many people can barely guarantee their basic lives. Under such circumstances, let alone one-tenth of the previous investment, even one-twentieth is difficult."

Although Woolf has been retired for many years, he still knows some things.

The truth is only worse than what he said.

If this drawing was taken out more than 30 years ago, or even more than 10 years ago.

Then maybe I'll try harder.

But now , this hope is too slim.

Steinbeck's body was shaking.

His already old and haggard face turned even paler.

"There is still hope," Steinbeck said in a voice that sounded almost like pleading. "We still have 1.8 billion people. If everyone makes another effort and fights again, there is still hope for humanity, my daughter. Our civilization can continue."

He could no longer control his emotions when talking about his daughter.

Dale was standing next to her, her face also filled with heartache.

Heartbroken for my father.

Woolf was also silent for a moment.

It was not that he was unable to understand Steinbeck's feelings.

But in the end, he just let out a long sigh.

"It's too late. From the moment the project completely failed more than a decade ago, everything has been too late. Humanity no longer has a future." He shook his head and interrupted Stanbeck who was about to speak again. "Stepping back, even if we issue a call again, how many people do you think will respond? Among the 1.8 billion people today, how many are elderly? How many have descendants? Why would they abandon their already difficult lives and fight for a 'future' that they can no longer enjoy?"

These words seemed to completely shatter Steinbeck's fantasy.

It even made humanity's top scientist confused.

What Woolf said is undoubtedly a cruel fact.

This is the reality that Steinbeck is unwilling to think about, or rather, dares not think about.

In today's world, people's hearts are dead.

Just like Steinbeck said.

Even if there is still a glimmer of hope for mankind, but for a group of humans without descendants, what is the point for them to work hard for the future of mankind for the rest of their lives?

They accepted the fate of mankind and were able to live the rest of their lives, hard but quietly, before that day came.

After my death, the human race will become extinct.

Actually.

This is also the biggest problem that Reed and Gu Yan are really facing.

In general, at the end of the world, people’s hearts are mostly filled with resentment. As long as there is hope in front of them, the idea of ​​resistance is usually the mainstream.

But this world.

Humanity may have already accepted the end of the world.

It's not easy to impress them with just hope for the future.

Reed and Gu Yan, who were also watching this conversation at this time, could only sigh in their hearts.

Although they had already guessed this result.

However, it is hard to avoid feeling angry.

I even had thoughts like "Let's just destroy this kind of human civilization."

In fact, Shen Yi had already said that in a world like this, even if at the end only two million humans who still had a little bit of enterprising spirit were selected to preserve the last spark, the special envoy would not be punished too severely.

In the face of an endless doomsday.

Those human civilizations that never give up and keep fighting are more worthy of saving.

But, at this moment.

Dale, who had been silent all the time and just quietly comforting her father, suddenly raised her head, bit her lip, and stared at the old man in front of her.

"Don't you think this is too selfish?"

"."Woolf was stunned for a moment.

"Our world was destroyed by you 'elders'! What have we young people and future humans done wrong?" Dale seemed a little angry. "What qualifications do you have to give up our hope? Since you are the elders, shouldn't you take responsibility for your future generations and for your own mistakes?"

(End of this chapter)