Chapter 124: Chapter 125 Stock Donation
This principle was quite simple to understand. Lin Xuanyuan couldn’t help but blush a bit, particularly at the phrase “snatching the most beautiful object,” which she found a bit strange.
“But few people think like this … once the Captain and the others wake up, all these bad guys will be caught.”
“Yes, very few people think like this. But we cannot rule out the possibility of so fools or psychologically deranged individuals having sudden strange ideas and wanting to be the lord over others during this special ti. The Captains are still in deep sleep after all, and even if awakened urgently, it would take several days for them to recuperate, how could they manage the current situations?”
“Today’s dinner helped lessen the likelihood of such incidents occurring… In case of such accidents, everyone would spontaneously defend and resist.”
“How cold-hearted! I thought you were truly generous and hospitable, I didn’t expect it to turn into a political act,” Lin Xuanyuan pouted, not hearing the answer she expected, and laughed teasingly.
“Cold-hearted?”
Zhang Yuan smiled and said seriously, “In fact, most human actions can be explained by the word ‘interest.’ I simply turned the fact into a mathematical model and optimized it.”
Lin Xuanyuan said, “Then, how can you explain won’s emotions, doing things unexpectedly, with the word ‘interest’?”
Zhang Yuan scratched the back of his head, laughed, and did not make any excuse.
There was one thing he dared not say, the “emotional” phenona, perhaps evolved from won needing to captivate n…
…
Zhang Yuan returned to his bedroom and wrote another crew log, detailing that afternoon’s dinner, including video footage.
He had bought so many things, which technically constituted a breach of regulations, so a rational explanation was necessary.
In the crew log, he wrote, “I suggest that in future plans, we should plant more natural herbs for seasoning and organize similar large-scale banquets regularly to regulate people’s emotional states…”
“The joy found in preparing food and manual labor…”
Of course, everything was done voluntarily.
If the banquet evolved into re formalism, then it would be aningless.
Later, he wrote so inspirations regarding New Civilization History in his notebook, including so understandings of personal psychology and ga theory.
Especially translating so human behaviors into mathematical problems, Zhang Yuan thought of a special function that seed to describe the overall psychology of humans, naming it the “psy” function.
This subject was truly difficult, involving history, culture, systems, and collective psychology, with no significant progress thus far.
“If I could self-learn so of this and publish a paper on it, I could graduate with a Ph.D., a … Ph.D. in Mathematics? About various properties of the psy function…”
After contemplating all this, Zhang Yuan quietly lay in bed.
It was ti, the centrifuge started spinning, creating Earth-like gravity.
Once the gravity stabilized, the human body could slowly relax.
Several ssages popped up in his social circle.
“A lovely dinner, pity there was no curry,” posted by John.
Zhang Yuan liked it, too lazy to reply.
“t a guy who’s quite nice…” posted by Lin Xuanyuan.
Zhang Yuan wrote on it, “Your cooking isn’t bad either.”
The reply ca quickly, “I still have so beef jerky left, want so?”
“Keep it for yourself to enjoy.”
“That’s nice!”
“I’m conceptualizing a doctoral thesis.”
“Ha ha, I’m also directly pursuing a master’s and Ph.D., just haven’t graduated yet.”
“So you’re older than .”
“Just a few months older, let hear you say ‘sister’.”
After casually chatting a few sentences, Zhang Yuan, embarrassed and flushed, pretended to sleep to finally make her give up on flirting further.
Zhang Yuan cald the flas in his heart, not minding finding a girl. However, he didn’t like to haphazardly seek out relationships during monts of loneliness; everything required careful consideration.
Upon waking the next day, with the intent of writing his thesis, Zhang Yuan began reviewing research records from so scientists before him and tried to incorporate his newly invented “psy” function.
The currently best civilizational model was formulated in the mode of complex networks.
In this model, the expected outco for human civilization was tragically diocre, thus John had such confidence in being a pessimist.
Zhang Yuan truly hoped that this result was incorrect.
“After all, a model is just a model and can’t represent the actual reality.”
During these thoughts, he recalled a conversation he once had with Senior Brother Zhao, “According to calculations, Earth Civilization has the capability to launch a maximum of two Deep Space Colony Ships.”
The first has already been launched, fulfilling the prophecy.
The probability of launching the second was over sixty percent.
Now, 183 years had passed, and the second ship had not yet appeared…
There were many reasons, including economic and political.
But ultimately, it had not been successfully launched, with not even a plan in existence, making Zhang Yuan sowhat anxious.
He then wrote another letter to the Deep Space Foundation back on Earth.
“To all colleagues at the Deep Space Foundation, hello, I am an astronaut aboard Earth Era, nad Zhang Yuan, at a Sixth-Level position. My identity number on Earth is…”
“After waking from hibernation 183 years later, I heard so good news and so bad news about Earth Civilization.”
“Regretfully, I cannot do much about it, nor offer very good advice.”
“Here, I volunteer a statent: if there is any plan by the entire Earth Civilization to build a second Deep Space Colony Ship, I am willing to donate all my remaining personal assets, including over thirty billion in personal equity, to aid in the construction of this spaceship.”
“I am not sure when this plan will start, but I am willing to give my earnest support.”
Following that, he recorded a ssage.
As long as it was sent to Earth, theoretically, this agreent would take effect.
They were still citizens of Xia Country and had the sa civil rights.
…
Ti swiftly flowed, and every week, a small portion of people entered hibernation, then another portion awakened from it, confronting the harsh reality.
This sensation was like the blood in the body, being replaced every so often.
Mr. John, in the office, had entered hibernation a while ago, and Zhang Yuan had lost soone with whom to discuss issues.
Office personnel kept changing, making it feel lonely, as if every few months, he would enter a strange environnt.
Many people, although acquainted, were not necessarily able to beco good friends, which was also quite frustrating.
But one must adapt to discomfort…
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