Chapter 22: Home look

"Doctor ..." Chu Jun returned to think of it, and did not know the name of the doctor.
Chu Longtu looked at him and said, "Have he never told you? His name is Chu Yunfei. This is the name he gave himself. When he was young, his name was Ying Yang, but he didn't like the name. , And secretly changed after growing up. "
"He never told me or told me his real name. Everyone at the base calls him Dr. Chu."
Chu Chulongtu stood up a bit hard, called Chujun back into the kitchen, and said, "I'll get some food, you tell me all these years."
Chu Chulongtu opened the rusty refrigerator, took some vegetables, and slowly cut them.
Xun Chujungui organized the base life in his memory and told it to Chulongtu. Life in memory is actually monotonous and simple. No matter how large the space base is, space is also limited. There are only a few areas where Xiaojun can move, repeatedly. In his memory, in addition to exercise is learning, most of the spare time is watching the empty space in a daze.
Over the course of a year, he could count the number of times he saw the doctor in one hand.
Chu Chulongtu listened while preparing dinner. The movements on his hands were extremely stable, only when he heard Chu Yunfei, he stopped noticeably.
"Do you have any impression on your mother?" The old man asked.
Chu Chujun shook his head and said, "Since I remembered, I haven't seen my mother."
Wu Chulongtu shook his head and said, "It's not strange at all. Yingyang's kid is studying all his mind. Where can he coax a woman? No woman can live with him for a long time."
Xi Chujungui didn't know how to interface, only silence.
A lot of steam is coming out of the pot at this time, and dinner is ready. Dinner is simple, just two bowls of noodles, but there are vegetables and meat.
"I don't know if you will come back, just eat something. This time, you can't buy anything."
The bowl in front of Chu Jungui is extraordinarily large, almost like a small basin. He picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup first, and suddenly his spirits rose.
碗 The taste of this bowl of noodles is unexpectedly good, far more than the turkey dinner on the transport ship, and even more powerful than the barbecue he made himself.
Facing the deliciousness of his life, Chu Jungui long ago threw the sedation of the experimental body out of the cloud of Jiutian, and ate it in one breath.
He lowered the bowl and sighed with satisfaction. The only regret is that I ate only half full. Although this bowl of noodles is for two people, his experimental body is not enough for two.
Wu Chulongtu just looked at him, the bowl in front of him had not been moved. Seeing that Chu Jungui was obviously not full, he turned over half of the noodles in his bowl.
"This……"
"It's okay, I'm old, sometimes I can't remember eating at night. If you weren't back, I would probably not eat tonight."
The noodles made by the old man are really delicious. Chu Jungui didn't think so much. After eating again, he felt better.
After dinner, Chu Longtu turned in the room for a long time, found a key, opened the other closed door, and said, "Come in, this was your father's room before. After he left, I have n’t moved. Now that you are back, live here. Right, Ying Yang ... Are there any relics left? "
"No. We encountered a star theft, and finally the rescue capsule I sat on fell into an unmanned star. It happened that the planet ’s survival warfare training was also selected on that planet and brought me back. They searched the surrounding space , No trace of the rescue capsule was found. "
Chu Longtu sighed, seemingly ten years old, and slowly said, "I felt a few days ago, Ying Yang ... I'm afraid I'm gone. People get old, and sometimes they can become annoying. . "
"But I'm back."
"Yeah, you're back." The old man finally smiled, arranged the bed, and assisted him with bedding.
Xi Chujun returned his luggage to the room. In fact, he had no luggage. Even daily necessities were issued by military academy.
The old man watched him organize things and said, "Your father was very stubborn since he was a kid. He always had his own ideas. When he was young, your grandma was still alive. I opened a spaceship repair factory in a free port. It was a factory In fact, except for me, there are only a few workers. Only the smallest and most primitive spacecraft can be repaired. In many cases, it is also necessary to dismantle the old ship that has been scrapped to make a living. Such a day is a bit difficult, but very Stable. Your father's tuition has always been this way. "
The old days reappeared, and the old man sighed deeply, saying, "Later he graduated, but he did not like to take over my shipyard, and he wanted to go outside to see. At that time, he had a big fight with me. , I packed up and left, and never came back. I only send a letter back every year to celebrate the New Year. He seems to be a researcher and has been busy. "
"Really busy, I can't see him a few times." Chu Jungui said.
Chu Longtu shook his head and said, "Ying Yang is a genius spaceship repairman, but it's a long way to go to do research. I don't know if he always wanted to prove that I was wrong. I've been doing it for so long. However, everything has passed. I just ... just didn't expect it, and he didn't get a look back until the end. "
父亲 "Father ... should be a good researcher."
Speaking of this, Chu Jungui remembered the scene of a blood battle between a doctor and many elite enemies. The flowing maneuver, the decisive firing, and the locks that cannot be rid of, are all kingly.
Outer air combat is the field of doctors, right?
"Let's take a break early and talk tomorrow." The old man returned to his room, sat on a lounge chair, put a thick blanket on his knee, and turned on the TV on the wall.
The TV screen flickers and no sound is turned on. The old man was sitting like that, looking at the silent picture, he seemed to be able to sit all the time.
Xi Chujun returned to good night, closed the door gently, and then carefully observed the room.
The room is not large, a single bed, a desk, and two cabinets are packed.
Xi Chujun opened the curtains and looked out. The windows were small and narrow, and a thick layer of dust fell on the glass. I didn't know how long it hadn't been cleaned, and couldn't see the outside at all.
拉 He closed the curtains, came to the bookcase, and pulled out a thick book with curiosity.
This is a book called "Principle of Biological Neurons", with a thick cover and a gold-plated title, which shows its ancient and long history. In fact, in this era, any paper book is antique.
The book was covered with dust, and it seemed that I did not know how long it had been left.
Xi Chujun turned over the book and unexpectedly found that almost every page was annotated. The handwriting is still a bit childish, and I want to come to the notes left by the doctoral teenager. Chu Jungui did not expect that the doctor would have read such old antique books, and read them so seriously. He turned to a page at will and took a closer look at the comments left on it.
"An eternal question is whether humans are the perfect creations of the gods? When implantable chips first appeared, many people believed that humans have been able to rank with the gods since then, because we have the ability to repair their works. , And make it better. Then later, artificial intelligence has overwhelmed the human brain in most areas. The combination of intelligence + chips seems to be a complete replacement for humans, isn't it true? "
"But today, for the first time, I discovered that even the simplest neuron, its structure is so beautiful. Maybe the gods hid their biggest secret behind these structures. For a thousand years, we have been trying Is it wrong to interpret the function of neurons with cold numbers and chemical symbols? "
Xi Chujun returned to see a few more paragraphs, which are similar to the annotations, it seems that the doctor of youth also sometimes likes fantasy. In fact, more than a thousand years ago, humans have cracked all of their own genetic code, and medical and human enhancement technology has made rapid progress since then. By the year 2500, the human body itself had no secrets, and the strengthening also encountered a comprehensive bottleneck, and it was the bottleneck of the human body's natural structure.
For example, if you want to run faster and jump higher, anti-joints are a better choice. To improve intelligence, we must first solve the speed of neural signal transmission.
The human brain has not been fully developed, but the bandwidth is not enough. If you want to improve, you have to replace your whole body nerves.
Dr. Wu left the endorsements after 3400 AD, but still has such naive fantasies.
Wu Chujun shook his head and was more convinced that the doctor did choose the wrong line. He is probably a second-rate researcher, and when he is a repairman, he is only stable and has food to eat ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The outer space battlefield is the exclusive territory of the doctor.
I put "Principle of Biological Neurons" back in place, and Chu Jungui took a few more books to see. These books are very diverse, ranging from biology to chemistry to mathematical or mechanical principles. The Ph.D. has endlessly endorsed the Ph.D., and it seems that the Ph.D. when he was young was indeed a very diligent person.
Xi Chujungui took out the thickest book again, looked it over, examined it carefully, and scanned it by various means. Then he was disappointed to find that there was no hidden chip or data interface in the book. Regardless of the printed content or the comments made by the doctor, the book is a serious focus on the proper field, without using a password to hide anything.
It seems that the doctor really likes reading. Chu Jungui concluded.
This is not so strange as it is good habit. Even with the ridiculously small storage space of the identity chip, which is slower than the running speed of a sloth, a book like this can also download tens of thousands of books at a time and then read slowly. There is no need to buy physical books, nor do you need to take notes in this inefficient way.
I looked at the cabinet full of books, Chu Jungui suddenly remembered that this cabinet is all antiques!
Many books are well-preserved. In fact, they may have a history of thousands of years. If it is sold, it must be valuable. For such valuable antiques, the doctor paints and paints on it, and he draws so much, I wish I could use all the blanks. And if there are any epoch-making content in the annotation, it is because the doctor was still young at that time, and what was left was naive speech.
There is a load of historical data. In ancient times, the Chinese had an emperor. They liked to stamp inscriptions on celebrities and paintings. They wrote more and more thoughts than the original ones. If there is not enough space, they must stick to two pieces of paper. People are weak.
It turns out that the doctor is also a fellow.