"The only difference between the superior and the inferior is that they have more information in their hands, and the history of the universe is a history of information. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The history of civilization of human beings, or all intelligent beings, is the history of obtaining information from the environment in which they live. In this process, some get more information and some get less, which makes a difference. Those who have more information are more able to adapt to their surroundings and change with the environment, the simplest of which is the ape, the ancestor of humans. They were living well in the trees, probably because of a shortage of food or something that caused them to come down from the trees. However, life under the trees is far from being as pleasant as they imagined, and some may have entered the grasslands or the wider jungle to continue to rely on the original information to survive, and only a small number chose to stay and regain the information. Like tools and fire!"

Adrien Symon said some strange things with relish, and these words—in his own words—were also information, something that Lin Feng had never thought about.

"The apes that came down from the trees evolved a new way of living. They relied on the simple tools and fire in their hands to constantly expand their populations, expand their territory, and thus gain more information. And so on and so forth, and their brains began to evolve to process the ever-increasing amount of information, and they had one of the greatest weapons of all—intelligence! Wise apes are no longer apes, but humans or intelligent beings. Wisdom, to put it bluntly, is the synthesis of a large amount of information, a combination of instinct and experience, and this combination is somehow inherited in the population, in a way that a psychologist of old times called 'collective consciousness'!"

The ship reverted from a space-time transition to sub-light speed. The Bordeaux galaxy in the constellation Canis Major appears in the ship's field of vision!

"The advantage of collective consciousness over instinctive consciousness is that it gathers all the information that has been solidified in the long history of a population, which contains the state of existence of the population in its natural environment, and can infer the tendency of the population to reproduce and develop from this. Of course, this is at the height of the population. For a single individual, it's simple. Individuals are always dependent on the population, and the probability that a single individual will survive in the cruel natural environment certainly exists, but it is very small. Just imagine, if you put a person in the wilderness, the probability of surviving will not exceed 0.8 percent, and the probability of surviving for more than 20 years will be zero!"

Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly, after saying so much, he still couldn't hear anything from Simon's words! But when he said that the probability of surviving in the wilderness was 0.8 percent, Lin Feng didn't dare to agree in his heart. If it were him, it is estimated that it would be more comfortable and advantageous than living in the population!

However, when these theories are adapted to the population of intelligent life, they always deviate, which fulfills the theories of some who advocate the supremacy of intelligent life, and the church seems to have always grasped this nonsense. In fact, tens of thousands of years ago, a naturalist named Charles Darwin had already proved that humans came down from trees. In other words, in the early days of human beings, like aphids, feces, shells, cats, and puppies, we only gained a lot of information about survival, about life, about the universe!

Simon took a sip from his coffee cup, the coffee was cold, and the bitterness was even stronger, making him frown. Putting down the coffee cup, Simon smiled at Lin Feng and said, "I'm really sorry to let you listen to so much nonsense." But strange to say, when I saw you, I had an urge to tell you about these things!"

Lin Feng smiled a little embarrassedly, this excuse is not very clever!" I don't quite understand what you've just said, but it does sound reasonable. ”

"Truth is everywhere!" said Simon in a mysterious and mysterious way, "but few people can see, feel, and understand!"

"Information!"

"That's right!" Simon admired Lin Feng's comprehension ability very much, he sat up straight from his chair a little excitedly, the flight for more than ten hours made his waist a little painful, it seems that the space ship of the solar system is not as comfortable as the Federation. "Everything is information. As long as you have the necessary information, a lot of things will be solved!"

"But how can we be sure of the means of obtaining information?"

"Okay, that's all for today!" Simon's face suddenly showed a very obvious tiredness, he didn't answer Lin Feng's question, and directly ended the conversation. Simon leaned back in his chair, his breathing a little rapid, his chest heaving rapidly.

Lin Feng thought it was a recurrence of Simon's old illness, and was about to go outside to call a doctor, when Alan Wayne rushed in with a finger-thick glass tube filled with red liquid in his hand. Seeing Lin Feng present, Wayne was a little surprised at first, and when he saw Simon's situation, he immediately stepped forward and poured the contents of the glass tube into Simon's mouth.

The red liquid seemed to be full of vitality, and Simon's tired face immediately glowed with glory after drinking it. Lin Feng didn't care, thinking it was a stimulant or something, so he said, "I'll call a doctor!" He had just taken two steps, and Wayne's figure flashed to block his way.

"Not necessarily!"

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Simon, he seemed to be fine, but Lin Feng insisted: "At least call a doctor to check it out!"

"No!" Wayne whispered with a stiff face.

Lin Feng looked at Wayne, who was half a head taller than himself, and after a full five minutes, he relaxed and shrugged his shoulders: "Okay!" He turned to Simon who was resting on the chair with his eyes closed and said, "In that case, Lord Simon, you have a good rest, I'll go out first!" After speaking, without waiting for Simon to answer, he glanced at Wayne and walked out of the room.

After Lin Feng left, Simon slowly opened his eyes. Wayne walked up to Simon and asked, "My lord, I don't know ...... him."

Simon waved his hand, "It's okay, he'll never guess what it is anyway!" When he said this, Simon's whole expression was completely different from just now, as if he had changed someone, "Oh, by the way, has the report been sent?"

"According to your meaning, it was sent four hours ago, and I believe that a reply will be received in another two hours. My lord, it seems that the harvest will be very rich this time!" a half-stiff smile appeared on Wayne's cold face.

Simon raised his right hand, still holding the glass tube in his hand. There were a few drops of red liquid left in the tube, and an extremely faint fragrance emanated from it, Simon took a deep breath, and immediately felt a shock to his spirit, as if countless life forces were injected into his body. Simon put the glass tube on the table, and suddenly had an idea in his heart: while this tube of red liquid entered his body and became a life force, on several other galaxies, I don't know how many lives were about to die because of it!

Syllable!

The sound of glass tubes shattering came from the room, Lin Feng glanced at the closed door, and walked down the corridor to the spaceship's bar. A large number of odor molecules entered the blood through the nasal mucosa, and under the analysis of the compass system, Lin Feng learned that this molecule belonged to a certain protein substance, which is one of the indispensable components of life, and is very common on cell membranes and chromosomes. Lin Feng didn't think much about it, probably this was a repair elixir.

Lin Feng put this matter behind him, and the lively atmosphere of the bar came out of the small swaying door. Lin Feng pushed open the small door and looked left and right, all the people sitting in the bar were special forces specially dispatched by the Ministry of Defense to protect Adrien Simon. The atmosphere of the bar is not as hot as other bars, after all, there is only alcohol and no women, and it is difficult for men's hormones to be ignited.

Lin Feng came to the bar, asked for a glass of beer, drank it all, and the waiter took the initiative to pour him a glass. "Why, you don't seem to be in good spirits?" the waiter said jokingly. He expertly turned the bottle upside down in his hand, constantly pouring a dazzling amount of wine for the soldiers.

At this time, a tall warrior who was a little drunk walked over, pushed Lin Feng away, sat down in his seat, pointed to a bottle of brandy on the shelf and said, "I want that!"

The waiter didn't raise his eyes, but focused on the wine glass in his hand: "Soldier, you can't afford to drink!"

The waiter's feeble actions infuriated the warrior, and his huge fist slammed into the bar, and all the wine glasses on the table vibrate. "What did you say?"

The waiter put the freshly scrubbed wine glass back on the shelf, picked up another one from the bar again, rinsed it with water, and wiped it down attentively. "I said, you can't afford to drink!"

"Bastard, what are you?" the warrior staggered to his feet, raising his arm, long enough to reach the bar behind the bar. However, the soldier's hand had not yet crossed the counter of the bar, and the wine glass was entangled in a rag. I looked along the rag and saw that the waiter was grabbing the other end, and he was still wiping the wine glass as if no one was around. This completely infuriated the warriors. The muscles in his arms squeezed and slammed into force, thinking that with all his strength he could tell the thin waiter to pull out from behind the bar, slam it on the ground, and then stomp his body, spit, and then swaggeringly took the bottle of brandy and took a sip, and threw the rest out.

However, what he imagined did not happen, and to the soldier's surprise, his arm did not move at all! The soldier's face was bruised, and the other arm was forced together, and the rag wrapped around his wrist seemed to be supported by some strange force, and it did not move. The waiter, as if nothing had happened, was still wiping the wine glass in his hand. The rag in his hand swayed slightly, and the amplitude spread along the rag to the warrior's wrist, and the warrior's whole body trembled.