Chapter 774: It is natural for people to be old, sick and die

Since the success of Johnson & Johnson's experiments, Professor Graunst and his experiments have been in a whirlpool of public opinion, and the topic has even become hotter than the BFR rockets heading to Mars.
There is a lot of debate about the cryonic dormancy technology, but the attitude of most ordinary people is against it.
Even though it may provide a life possibility for terminally ill patients, the cost of maintaining a freezer running for decades, no matter how you think about it, is not like the average person can afford.
If such technology is destined to serve only the upper classes, and the social costs incurred are to be passed on to "waking people," then the people at the bottom do not seem to support its existence.
A Dutch performance art painter even painted a satirical oil painting for this, placing the mummy frozen in the ice coffin on the throne, and a group of servants in suits and kneels kneeled down at it, with a group of shackles in their hands. Ragged slave. The moral is to ridicule those who are trying to enjoy the riches and riches in the future, just like the Pharaohs thousands of years ago.
A North American science fiction writer even used spicy brushwork to paint a picture of an ice coffin that was never woke up, as well as a dystopian society ruled by servants who never wanted the master to wake up.
In that dystopian society, people live an extremely poor life, social development has stalled, and the class has solidified to the point where it is almost impossible for a person to achieve class crossing through their own efforts, because the vast majority of wealth is monopolized in those "eternal life" "And the hands of their servants.
Although in a sense, these views have a certain one-sidedness, but the problems caused by them have indeed attracted the attention of many people of insight.
The question of whether this technology is ethical has been extremely uproaring inside and outside academia.
However, when the controversy continued, a major event happened.
Just as everyone was verbally writing about this technology, the Jinling Institute of Advanced Research established the research group of cryonics silently, and invited Liu Zuobing, director of the Department of Cell Cryogenic Medicine, Institute of Basic Medical Research, PLA General Hospital. Professor, as the project leader.
As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar in the international community.
If it ’s just a small shrimp, where is the Jinling Advanced Institute?
That's the cradle of controlled fusion technology!
The birthplace of the auspicious aerospace plane!
The most important thing is that the dean is Professor Lu, and it is he who wants to approve the research ...
Many people who oppose this technology feel a little faint, especially those zealous opponents of cryonics technology, even more panic.
Nima!
The subject that Professor Lu is eyeing!
If this really came out of research? !!
Although Lu Zhou has never shown an extraordinary talent in the field of biology, and those articles published in the past have not involved research in this area at all, no one can guarantee that he will not have it in the future.
After all, there are too many miracles that Lu Zhou has ever created.
Not only that, some people even keenly recognized the name of Professor Liu Zuobing, who was the head of the research group, and pointed out that he had been seen in the quotation of Professor Grange's paper ...
All signs indicate that Lu Zhou does not seem to be joking, but really intends to solve this problem.
...
Inside the teaching building of the Department of Economics at Princeton University.
Professor Angus Deton, sitting in the office, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose with an expression of anger, and threw the newspaper in his hand heavily on the table.
"It's incredible!"
Standing across the desk, Professor Witten sipped his tea with a smile, and said gracefully.
"What's wrong? My friend."
If he was only half bald five years ago, now he has only a beard on his head.
No way, years are not forgiving.
Born in 1951, he is now over seventy years old, and he has reached the age of counting the days.
Especially in the previous two years, his old friend Professor Atiyah closed his eyes calmly and didn't take long to challenge Riemann's conjecture, which greatly touched him. Until now, he has basically lived a semi-secluded life in Princeton, and has rarely been as active as a few years ago.
"I don't understand why Lu Zhou did such a thing! With his wisdom, it is impossible to think of these!" Angrily complained, Professor Angus took the computer from the side, opened the mailbox, and trembled trembling Finger typing on the keyboard, editing the message.
Seeing his old friend excited, Witten said with a smile.
"Don't be excited, my friend, we are not young anymore, watch your blood pressure."
"But-anyway ... I have to stop him!"
Gently lowered the tea cup in his hand, and Witten thought for a moment before speaking.
"Maybe ... he has his own problems, too?"
The finger on the keyboard paused slightly, and Angus frowned at Witten.
"You mean ... was the Chinese government forcing him to do this?"
"That's not it, it's just impossible!" Edward Whitten smiled, paused, and continued, "He's a very opinionated person, and no one can force him to do anything he doesn't What he wants to do. Similarly, once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him. "
Angus was silent for a moment, slowly took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and leaned tremblingly on the chair.
"Then what do you know about him if you know him?"
"You were wrong. I didn't know him very well. Even when I was in Princeton, I only knew about him because he was a very talented scholar." After a pause, Witten continued "In contrast, Professor Fefferman knows him better and respects him more. And I ... agree with Professor Fefferman to a certain extent, and he also thinks he is respectable. scholar."
Professor Angus said with a bit of irony, "Even if he is doing something wrong with his knowledge?"
"Who is going to say good things in the future? This may be a bit politically incorrect, but I don't think cryogenic technology is as bad as you think?" Professor Wito smiled. "Even the worst invention is not even bad. Wouldn't it be worse than a phone call? Young people today aren't interested in expressing romance with love letters. "
Angus shook his head and said, "You don't understand."
Witten said with a smile: "Do I really understand economics? Maybe it's because of physics thinking that limits me?" But I think we are all mutual, just like in your eyes, I only use mathematics to study physics. Like an old stubborn, what's the difference between you who study mathematical models that are crude and not aesthetically pleasing in my eyes? "
"That's not a crude mathematical model, but a phenomenological model that has been carefully tested! It objectively reveals the objective laws of human social activities to a certain extent," Angus raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically. " If you look down on those things, why not try to get a Nobel prize with your own mathematical model? "
Reaching out and rubbing his eyebrows, Witten joked: "Oh ... you have given me a problem, and I may have to wait until cryonics technology allows me to go to the future, if I can live to that day."
"Eternal life means eternal death, my friend, it is not a bad thing to calmly accept the end of life," took a deep look at Witten, and Professor Angus continued, "I know the death of Sir Attia It touched you a lot, but we will all have this day, which is nothing to worry about. "
"I don't want to discuss this with you," Witten looked away and smiled. "Since you have something to say to him, why not meet him and talk to him face to face? Every time I talk to him I can benefit a lot from chatting ... if it wasn't for the doctor's suggestion that I take as few planes as possible, I would also like to accompany you. "
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Closing the computer, Professor Angus trembled from his office chair and headed for the door.
Looking at his old friend who left the office, Witten shouted with a smile.
"Remember to say hello to Professor Lu, and say that his old friend misses him so much and plays cards together when he has time!"
No response outside the office.
It seems Professor Angus has gone far.
Witten shook his head with a smile, leaning on the sofa's armrest, slowly stood up.
"Time is one second less than one second. Why didn't I notice it before ..."
He muttered to himself, his gaze drifted out of the window, looking at the turtledove that had cleared his feathers on the branch, and suddenly came without a word.
"that's nice."