Chapter 177: One: The Fallen Jihe City-8
Truth be told, it's quite a bit of a ghost to stop and chat with people on a dark, beautiful zombie-filled street.
I admire Aldo, who is so accustomed to this, and even proud of it.
Compared to the scientists I know well, Aldo is very different.
He has an inclusive mentality, but he is not a pure materialist; He's also very talkative—even to the point where my scalp tingles when I see him speak.
Back in my room, I took off my suit and ripped off my tie while checking the messages on my phone.
The day's newsletter was no different from a normal day, with journalists who wanted to interview, association leaders who urged research reports, and engineers who invited me to participate in AI transformation.
I skimmed over the messages and clicked on the asterisk.
The speaker perfectly reproduces An Ke's voice:
In curved space, the speed at which gravity spreads to additional dimensions accelerates and slows down with distance, and this model can also be extended to the measurement of astronomical distances.
I repeated this sentence several times, and it took about twenty minutes from the initial confusion to the later opening of the mouth.
An Ke is a genius. I sighed secretly.
I took a shower and wiped my hair to the window.
It's not yet one o'clock in the morning, and the zombie legions on the streets have disappeared.
They should have all arrived at the square and began the silent and eerie moon worship ceremony.
From a distance, there is not a single house in the low-rise residential area with lights on.
I pressed the button on the curtain; The curtain closes automatically.
Just as I was hesitating whether to sleep or find something to do, the magazines on my desk attracted me.
The cover was full of alien characters that I couldn't read.
Could it be that these lazy interstellar refugees also read magazines?
I opened it in wonder, and then I realized: most of the earthlings who chose to stay here had begun to learn this alien language in order not to be excluded.
Occasionally, adding some extraterrestrial phrases with practical value to a magazine can be a big deal.
I flipped to the glossary page and read it with interest.
Their language is also phonetic, and many of the pronunciation features are close to those of several cities in the Arctic Lands.
However, from the perspective of grammatical transformation mode, this alien language abandons many burdens such as tenses, pronouns, and subjunctive moods, and compresses the structure of sentences to the simplest.
was so lazy that he refused to even say a word.
Judging from the degree of evolution of languages, I cannot determine whether their level of evolution is more complete or lower than that of earthlings.
But I can also be sure that their lives are extremely simple, and they must not have the complicated troubles of earthlings.
I continued to flip through the magazine, and I had in mind a social group that people never got along with each other until old age, and there were no ups and downs and no turmoil.
In the final analysis, the existence of this group of people, except for the indigenous residents of Jihe City, no one will really care.
If it weren't for the irreversible crisis facing their planet, that place would definitely be a rare pure land in this vast universe.
The crisis facing a planet billions of light-years away from Earth is something that no one will bother to delve into – except for Anke.
These poor interstellar refugees came to Earth and did not cause trouble, but caused millions of residents of Jihe City to have to leave their homes.
Governments, scientists, and big chaebols are only concerned with extracting extraordinary benefits from these people without violating humanitarian principles.