Tens of thousands of astronomical units in the void between the Oort Nebula and the Kuiper Belt, on a Zerg ship.

After a period of silence, the mechanical voice of the computer echoed in the ship's cabin: "The battleship's strong acceleration phase is over, followed by a gentle uniform acceleration phase, and the pressure drops from 110 J (one J is the standard gravity of the home planet of 1 Ji Kara) to 30 J, which is harmless to life." ”

One by one, the Zerg instances emerged from the pool and headed towards their respective areas. The speaker continued: "Uniform acceleration is followed by zero acceleration, uniform deceleration until it stops, which takes 0.8 years of internal time (due to the speed of light effect, the external time of the ship is one year). In order to reduce energy loss, off-duty individuals can go into hibernation. ”

The dormant begins to lower their heartbeat (the Zerg's heartbeat is as easy as it is for us to raise our hands and legs), and their body temperature decreases as the circulation slows, and finally they are fixed on maintaining only the slightest vital signs. The Zerg instances stood like chairs with backrests, and they were dormant

Earth in the solar system, a small county town in the mountains of southwest China. Two middle school students' assessment of ants continues.

The sweltering heat and lack of oxygen irritated the 1231007 ant, and it couldn't figure out why the gods were doing this to him. If this is another pre-gift test, what is the difference between this test and a murder? But if it's a pure murder, then why throw two branches down? The combination of the two can only be interpreted as a higher-level test.

Time does not allow it to think too much, whether it is a test or a murder, the key is to get out of this oven as soon as possible. To get out, you first have to break this cell, and the only possibility is the translucent membrane on the roof, if you can climb up, you can bite out a hole.

The only way to climb up is with the help of tools, and the only tools here are two branches. The young soldier ant estimated the length of the branches, about 5 paces, and the height of the roof at 10 paces.

The temperature continues to rise, the oxygen becomes thinner, and the physical strength begins to be exhausted. 1231007 soldier ant ate a few bites of the pulp to replenish his energy. Fortunately, the gods did not take away the food, and the juice in the flesh quickly replenished its strength and refreshed its mind.

One isn't long enough why not two? It immediately latched on to one branch and dragged it to the tail of the other, so that the two were connected end to end. It estimated the length again, exactly ten paces. It suddenly remembered that its name was code: for each egg laid by the queen, she added one to the previous one (the only concept in ant mathematics is to add one in turn). Through the current example, the young soldier ant found that in fact, addition does not need to be so troublesome to take all the additions apart and count them again, sometimes you can think of the numbers as branches of the corresponding length, and then connect them to measure the length to get the result.

You may think that the discovery of the 1231007 soldier ant is too simple to be worth mentioning, but the geometry of those days also began from such a simple analogy, which was a cross-border transformation from abstract numbers to tangible figures, and this transformation was realized by an ant in an urgent environment.

Now the problem turned into how to turn two sticks into one, which had to be roped, and 1231007 looked at the branches and worried. It glanced at the tools on the ground, and the bark that had just been dragged caught its attention was not the best rope. As soon as he said it, the young soldier ant used the end of the jaw as the tip of the knife, inserted it into the bark, and then pushed the large knife on its head along the trunk, and the bark cut a long hole. It rolls the branch, repeats the action on its back, and then bites the bark and pulls at the end. A miracle happened, a natural rope was stripped from the trunk.

"What is it going to do?" The female deity asked.

"I guess I'm looking for a way to escape, so it's not dangerous/approaching and still trying to eat the bark, right?" The male god replied.

"Maybe it wants to be a full ghost?"

"That's what humans think, ants don't have the idea of dead ghosts."

Two matchstick-like twigs were staggered, and the 1231007 soldier ant was holding on to the rope of nature and stretched out at the overlapping part, and it crawled to the other side to push the twigs. Rolling is much less labor-intensive than previous dragging, which is common knowledge among ants, because the most they do is carry things.

When the two long rods were rolled onto the rope, the rope became a mat, and there was a slight gap between the rods and the transparent floor, a gap of 0.1 steps that was enough for the skin of the soft branches to pass underneath. 1231007 pushes the head of the rope in, then flips over the pole to the other side and pulls it out, repeating the process seven or eight times until it is satisfied.

"How is this possible? Ants tie things up! The female deity exclaimed.

"Look at it, see how it knots, it's a technical job." The male deity is taken for granted.

The glass house in the sun is so hot, the fire is burning. The oxygen was still decreasing, and the 1231007 ant felt short of breath. You have to speed up, or you'll really suffocate in this cylindrical crystal coffin.

Knot? That's stupid, but ants aren't that stupid. I saw the young soldier ants put the ropes together end to end, and then opened their jaws and bit down on the overlapping lengths.

"What is it doing, why is it eating again?" Female gods like to be startled, perhaps because of their nature.

"Looks like we're stupid." The male deity knows the situation in advance every time, and eight/nine is not far from ten.

The 1231007 soldier ant didn't have the slightest chance of shaking, and its mind was all on this escape tool at this time. Its jaws are so versatile, once an open knife, now a stapler, the skin of the plant is densely packed with pinholes under its fully automatic machine, and finally, it regurgitates a drop of viscous semi-digestible material from its chewing organs, scribbling on the joints of the ropes.

The queen ant taught: The semi-digestible matter in the sac is a good binder, and the construction worker ants use them to make the palace ceiling.

The high temperature and sunlight shortened the setting time of the adhesive, and the 1231007 pushed the newly built long rod to check the fastness. Now you can, you're done. But by the time all this was done, the heat in the room had reached the point of being unbearable. We have to solve this urgent task quickly, otherwise it is very likely that the body will not be able to support it before we reach the roof.

If you want to prolong your life, you have to lower the temperature of the house, and in order to cool down, you have to make a hole in the roof so that the fresh and cool air from outside can come in.

The queen ant taught: Things are dead things, ants are living things, and dead things can be transformed by living things as long as they think.

The 1231007 Soldier Ant's huge head is at full power, and although the environment makes it sluggish, it can often be intelligent in impatience.

The ant climbed to the end of the long pole, and with the two reamers on its head, it worked with a scrape, and the branches immediately fell a cloud of sawdust, and it was a breeze, and a slender pencil was sharpened.

Still using the previous mechanics principle, the 1231007 soldier ant bit off a piece of apple flesh and padd it under the long pole, and then pulled down the long end to push the upturned short head towards the transparent wall, and the slender pencil began to slide along the concave curved glass surface, it turned out that the young soldier ant was made of a javelin, and it wanted to use it to puncture the roof.

At this point, it was exhausted, and the more the javelin was straightened, the harder it became, and the weight was the last straw that broke it, and it did not have the strength to pierce the ceiling