A philosopher once said this. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The essence of civilization is not to pursue efficiency without restraint, but to enable people to live more elegant lives.

If you are purely looking for efficiency, taking energy capsules with compressed vitamins can solve the problem of three meals a day, but to do so is tantamount to a death sentence for the colorful food culture of the Galactic Stars. If one of the cornerstones supporting civilization collapses, the galactic civilization itself will surely sink into a dying dark period with the singing of the efficiency theory, right?

Luckily, is it a hearty meal that tastes and smells the best, or is it a high-potency energy capsule? On this multiple-choice question that affects the course of civilization, almost all civilized races have given unbiased answers. As a result, the galactic civilization has been able to continue to advance on the road of blossoming and prosperity.

In the same way, even if a chip can store the information of billions of books, reading thick books printed with plant fibers has become an indelible civilization tradition of the Galactic stars - just like enjoying a delicious meal with both color and flavor, the touch of paper, the fragrance of ink, and the thick texture of holding it in the hand all constitute a comfortable experience called "reading", which can never be replaced by the chip that pursues efficiency.

While there are expensive terminals that incorporate quality control technology and touch feedback mechanisms that attempt to completely simulate the reading experience of a book, when compared to a naturally printed book, it is immediately branded as a "bloated artifact born of useless technology" and is thrown into the corner of the wall to accumulate dust. As a result of repeated tragedies like this, manufacturers no longer had the courage to shake the dominance of paper books, and instead turned to competitors to develop a series of convenient machines that could quickly print and recycle paper books.

All you need to do is find the corresponding book from the infinite storage of the Galaxy Library, determine the language and layout, and the printing machine can call up the liquid pulp in the storage body, and cooperate with laser etching to print the book in a few minutes. Some advanced printing presses, on the other hand, are more able to personalize the printed books according to requirements, from the most traditional parchment paper to the most advanced nano paper.

The "Suo Po Hai Encyclopedia" that Wen Dao found on the bookshelf was a creation that benefited from the blessing of rapid printing technology. Through the torrent of time and across the gap of civilization, the books that carry words present all the elements that make up the sea of Supo in front of Wendao's eyes.

The encyclopedia records that there are more than 3,000 main civilizations that make up the current galactic society, and the relevant sub-columns have to be added with two zeros. Wen Dao tried his best to sift through and absorb useful information, but in the face of the vast flood of information, he quickly reached the limit of his energy and endurance......

When Wen Dao closed the page with heavy eyelids, the wall clock on the wall pointed to five o'clock in the morning. Miya had already found a comfortable corner on the bed with a soft feather quilt, and curled up and slept soundly. Wen Dao fell into the other half of the empty bed, and in a blink of an eye, he was captured by the full fatigue, and fell asleep.

For Wendao, who wanders on the park bench and in the bank in the middle of the night all the year round, there is no luxury worry such as "I can't sleep if I change my pillow", and Wendao slept unusually sweetly this night. Occasionally, some bizarre images will appear in the dream, but they will soon disappear......

"Meow, meow. ”

Wen Dao was awakened by the soft force of the slap on his cheek, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Miya squatting next to the pillow, tilting his head to look at him. Wen Dao sat up from the bed with a yawn, feeling that his head was still a little dazed, and this sleep didn't seem to last long.

At this time, Miya jumped out of bed, jumped on the back of the sofa opposite a few times, and meowed out the window.

"Huh, is there anything over there?"

Wen Dao walked out of bed in confusion. The porthole adjacent to the sofa is directly facing the cosmic space outside the cabin, but it is estimated that some special navigation method was turned on when I slept before, and there was only a layer of rainbow space left outside the window. At this moment, the brilliant iridescent color has disappeared without a trace, but it has been replaced by a light white light like moonlight spilling from the window. If it weren't for the feeling of weightlessness, Wen Dao almost thought that he had been thrown back to Earth.

"What's going on...... Wow!"

Wen Dao leaned to the window to check suspiciously, but was instantly stunned.

In the infinite universe, there are many magnificent landscapes beyond imagination, but what appears in front of Wen Dao's eyes at this moment is neither the magnificent galaxy that crosses the universe, nor the magnetic storm vortex where the planet was born. Set against the backdrop of a shimmering starlit universe, a silvery-white, graceful dragon stretches its body in the void.

The silver dragon had a pair of green glass-colored eyes, white and supple hair on the back of its neck, and its fine dragon scales reflected the light of distant stars, emitting a faint white hair like moonlight. The silver dragon flicked its tail and swam through the gaps of the stars, and particles of light like phosphorus powder sprinkled down from the silver whiskers, creating a sinuous and elegant spiral trace in the void.

It is a beautiful picture that is difficult to sketch in even the wildest fantasies.

Wen Dao was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Wen Dao had no doubt about the silver dragon's true body, but his body couldn't help but tremble. Especially when I thought that not long ago, I had talked face-to-face with such a majestic creature, and an indescribable excitement mixed with trembling shook all over my body. In Miya's meow, Wen Dao almost stuck his entire body to the porthole, almost greedily chasing the figure of the silver dragon.

Holding his breath, the silver dragon circled around the side of the ship, and seemed to notice the young man standing by the porthole. The pair of green glass-colored pupils looked over, and the moment the eyes staggered, Wen Dao felt dizzy.

The silver dragon's eyes seemed to be smiling, and he winked at Wen Dao, stretched his body and flew forward. Wen Dao, who was attached to the porthole, held his breath, and the silver dragon's eyes conveyed the message of the appointment.

After two seconds of careful consideration, Wen Dao left the porthole and ran towards the ship's passageway, at the end of which there was an open viewing terrace. Wen Dao had paid special attention to this on the way to the dormitory, and he was particularly entangled in the question of "Is it really good that there is a vacuum outside and it is open like this".

A faint white light sprinkled on the terrace outside the hatch, and Wen Dao mustered up the courage to step out of the hatch. The moment he passed through the hatch, Wen Dao felt a kind of resistance. An invisible force field separated the inside and outside of the ship, and Wen Dao, who stepped on the terrace, was also protected by the force field. However, before he had time to think about the principle, Wen Dao was first distracted by the things in front of him.

The silver dragon floated in front of the terrace, its green glazed eyes at the same level as Wen Dao's, and it should have been carefully adjusted to avoid excessive oppression.

Wen Dao, who looked up, was grateful for this thoughtfulness, but also felt a shock that went straight to the soul. swallowed two or three mouthfuls of water before he asked tremblingly.

"Yes, Your Highness?"