Reaching consensus
After being taken away, Mo Yang was easily locked in the room he had just escaped from.
In other words, all the actions just now had zero effect.
However, it wasn't a complete failure; at least, he gained double the perception of soreness all over his body.
Sitting on a wooden chair, staring blankly at the wall beside me.
The clothes lying to the side were still recounting what had just happened.
That person really looks like Fan Siwen.
But something still feels off.
I can't explain it.
My thoughts were wandering aimlessly when the door to the room was pushed open.
Mo Yang's emotions were interrupted. He turned around to look at the perpetrator and found that the person who came in was a man around 50 years old who was dressed in a Zhongshan style, but upon closer inspection, he had a slightly modified, Taoist-like demeanor.
He thought for a moment about what to call this person.
After all, in his own world, he's not that old; he should be called a young man. But, to be honest, his appearance should be categorized as that of an elderly person.
It's really a headache.
"Hello, Song Yize." This person sat down in front of Mo Yang while he was thinking. Judging from his mood, he seemed to be in a good mood.
Mo Yang ignored the greeting from the newcomer and remained seated in the same position, his legs spread wide in a V-shape, looking extremely relaxed and at ease.
The person who sat down glanced at Mo Yang's hands resting on his lap and called out towards the door.
"Someone come in and unlock his handcuffs."
Hearing the sound, the door opened and a young soldier walked in.
Looking at the person in front of him, he hesitated before confirming again.
"Sir, General Qi said that these handcuffs should be removed when he is here."
“Now I am the overall commander of the project. Even Qi Lianjun has to listen to my orders. If I say open it, do you dare not listen?”
"Yes, yes, I'll open it now."
As he spoke, Mo Yang's hand was moved aside. The sensation of the handcuffs scraping against his skin as they were removed from his hands made Mo Yang tremble for no reason.
Feeling the pain in his hands, Mo Yang clenched his fists together, tightening the grip even more.
Would you like some water?
The person in front of him took a cup, poured half a cup, and placed it in front of Mo Yang.
"No need," Mo Yang said coldly.
"Don't worry, there's nothing in the water." After saying that, he poured himself another large glass and drank it down.
"The water quality in this city is pretty good; I often use it to make tea."
After a brief silence, she said, "Of course, it can't compare to the water you'll be using in the future."
Mo Yang looked into the man's eyes, and his pupils seemed to dilate slightly.
"Want to know why I know you're from the future? Well, back then, Hawking hosted a gathering of people from the future, and no one showed up. From that moment on, I knew that humanity had not yet invented a machine that could travel through time."
The person in front of me continued talking to himself.
"May I ask in which year did humankind invent it?"
Mo Yang listened to these comments but still did not respond.
"I guess it's 2175."
"Not that long."
This time, Mo Yang finally spoke.
The person in front of me suddenly laughed. "You researchers are all good in every way. But sometimes, you're just too straightforward. When things get serious, you don't overlook the slightest detail. But it's precisely because of this that you're easily caught out. However, since I've already been frank with you, it means that I will tell you the truth from now on. And it will be the truth that involves state secrets."
"I can choose not to listen."
"No, you have to listen. Only then can we be people bound together in the same boat."
Seeing that Song Yize did not answer.
The person in front of me smiled and continued, “You now have two choices. One, work for us and become comrades-in-arms, sharing both success and failure. Two, to avoid being caught by foreign spies, you'll have to spend the rest of your life in a dark, sunless prison. Of course, if you have a way to travel back in time, then I don't care. But it's worth mentioning that although it's 2025 now, and our technology may be far behind your future, the power of our people should not be underestimated. Our current research teams are enough to support the entire country, so you should carefully consider your own needs.”
After speaking at length, the man seemed thirsty. He picked up a water glass, took a sip, looked at Song Yize, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the door.
"How much time do I have to make a choice?" Mo Yang asked before the man could even walk out the door.
"Now is fine."
The man stopped in his tracks, seemingly waiting for Mo Yang's reply.
Mo Yang closed his eyes. "Okay, I agree."
"I knew you were a smart person. Come with me."
Where to?
"Research base".
Mo Yang reached for the coat beside him and followed the person in front of him out.
"My name is Huang Zhongqian, you can call me Old Huang like them. I'm currently the chief commander of this project, and I'm in charge of all scheduling issues. You can come to me if you need anything." This man was walking slightly ahead of Mo Yang, and his pace was much faster.
Mo Yang followed the man to the elevator at the corner ahead.
"Currently, this is the only elevator that leads to the base. The key to start the elevator is a personal iris recognition system. I'll have someone take you to register your personal information later."
With a "beep," the elevator completed its recognition and began its descent.
Mo Yang watched the floor display on the elevator. The numbers gradually decreased, and after the floor number dropped to 1, it stopped changing. However, the elevator continued to descend for another 5 floors.
After coming to a complete stop, the elevator doors opened automatically.
Mo Yang felt as if he had entered a new world.
The equipment here wasn't anything new to Mo Yang, but compared to the structure he'd just come down from, this place was definitely a bit too damp.
"This is our research base. What do you think?" he said, turning back to look into Mo Yang's eyes. "Compared to yours, it's not inferior, is it?"
Mo Yang answered him truthfully, "It was a style from a few years ago, but it's already very advanced by today's standards."
"Hahaha," the man laughed, pointing a finger at Mo Yang, "You, you, hahahaha."
"Old Huang."
"Old Huang."
People kept coming up to greet us along the way.
Mo Yang watched as the people nodded in agreement, and it seemed that they were easy to get along with in everyone's eyes.
Following this person all the way to a piece of equipment on the inner side, Mo Yang's legs started to ache.
"This is the latest version of our Hall thruster, capable of reaching speeds of 50,000 meters per second and 130,000 kilometers per hour, and it will take us less than 20 days to reach Mars..."
The person walking ahead saw Mo Yang stop and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"
He turned around and walked back to Mo Yang. "Young man, this kind of stamina isn't enough. I'll get you a sightseeing bus later to get you around."
Mo Yang felt his pride had been greatly hurt and quickly explained, "My body hasn't fully recovered yet, but I'll be fine in a few days."
The man's expression immediately changed. "That old Qi is really something. I told him not to rush things." After saying that, he relaxed his furrowed brows and sighed. "He's a good person in every way, but he's not very humane. You'll have to be more understanding when you get to know him."
After resting for a while, Mo Yang followed the man to a room that was neither too big nor too small.
From the outside, the room appears to have a limited layout, but once inside, it is fully equipped and the airtightness is significantly better than the outside.
The noisy sounds from the instruments have all disappeared, and now it's as quiet as a vacuum.
"Have a seat. This is our signal control room." The man said, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to Mo Yang.
A moment of silence fell over the air.
Will humanity fare well in the future?
This question left Mo Yang speechless.
"This topic is a bit too broad."
"Then let me ask a smaller question: How convenient is human life? Are urban planning satisfactory? Will the rapidly developing technology and intelligence of the future bring enough convenience to people? Has humanity's desire to fly out of the solar system come true?"
Mo Yang was caught off guard as a series of detailed and fragmented questions came flying at him.
"I'll answer your questions slowly, and I hope what I say is what you want to hear. In the future, humanity will be divided into two groups. One group will be required to voluntarily install brain-computer interfaces, becoming the 'New Humans.' The other group, due to their disobedience, will be exiled to the old city. Those with brain-computer interfaces will live entirely under the control of the state, and their basic needs will be met. The other group will live self-sufficiently. Of course, sufficient living space will be reserved for them outside. As for those living in the old city, I've heard they've cultivated vast tracts of land and returned to an ancient pastoral life. However, very few people have seen them. The entire country has been equipped with a 360-degree surveillance system, reducing the crime rate to almost zero, and significantly improving the overall social security index. It should be considered that humanity's beautiful vision of living in peace and prosperity has been achieved."
"What about the robot?"
"..." Mo Yang was silent for a moment. "Because robots have caused indelible harm to humans, they have been largely eliminated, leaving only some basic types to serve humans."
The person in front of me also fell silent.
Suddenly someone knocked on the outside window.
Mo Yang followed the gaze and saw a young man in military uniform.
"Let's go, let's go take a look at your lab."
The young man opened the door and walked in. At the same time, a wheelchair appeared in front of Mo Yang. Upon closer inspection, it was the same wheelchair that had disappeared earlier.
Mo Yang was really too embarrassed to admit it.
Fortunately, it's not a sightseeing bus anymore.
I reluctantly sat down, and was pushed by the young man behind me to catch up with the person in front who was walking briskly.
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