Last night, while Su was incessantly calling him to try on clothes, Qiao Ze made a decision and chose—the latter.
After all, spending decades in a self-righteous world, only to enter the grave without any verification, Qiao Ze found it far too dull.
He wasn’t interested in the Earth’s scenery, but in thirty years, he would only be fifty-two, and his body should be able to support him taking a spaceship, leaving Earth to get close to other planets, to see those alien landscapes and see how they differed from his ntal pictures.
So, whether or not anyone watched him receive the award, or even if he won the award, was unimportant.
What Qiao Ze wanted was a spaceship with good performance and safety, and a port that guaranteed the freedom of interstellar travel.
To achieve these, not to ntion 15,000 Canadian dollars, even 1.5 trillion Canadian dollars might not be enough.
However, he still had to maintain face for the organizing committee...
Thus, amid thundering applause, Qiao Ze silently stepped onto the stage and received his gold dal from a big shot from the Capital.
"Congratulations, Academician Qiao."
"Thank you."
...
"Please, Academician Qiao Ze, give a speech as the youngest recipient in the history of the Fields dal." The host, Dou Dou, formally continued the award ceremony.
According to the usual process, others should have received their awards together and then given speeches.
But since the host was Dou Dou, such things naturally couldn’t happen; others could be grouped together, but Qiao Ze had to complete his speech alone on stage. Luckily, this arrangent didn’t arouse much resentnt against Qiao Ze.
Not only because Qiao Ze’s achievents were indeed outstanding. Others win awards for achievents in a single field, but Qiao Ze had nurous reasons: the words that artificial intelligence just read out took over three minutes.
Whether it was proposing the theory of superspiral algebra and transcendental geotry, solving the mass gap hypothesis, casually resolving the Goldbach conjecture, proposing mathematical interweaving, or constructing Q theory...
Any one of these, on its own, could win an award.
If these achievents were given to others, this year there would be at least five or six dals awarded.
Moreover, Qiao Ze is so young, the other two Fields dal recipients this year aren’t as accomplished and are almost forty.
Two middle-aged n standing with a young man in his twenties, winning an award yet not being as accomplished as the young man, is awkward to think about.
Both involved parties had no objections, and naturally, other mathematicians who didn’t win had no grounds to object either.
Unfortunately, Qiao Ze was clearly not accustod to giving award speeches yet; even with a dedicated stage, he couldn’t utilize it well. Standing before the microphone, he thought for about two seconds, glanced at Su sitting in the front row applauding enthusiastically, and in the end, only managed to say:
"It’s an honor to win this award, thank you all."
After speaking, Qiao Ze succinctly stepped back, avoiding the microphone, glanced at Su Mucheng in the audience, raised the dal in his hand, then quietly exited the stage.
If an individual created such a hard-earned opportunity to perform, only to squander it, they would probably feel like vomiting blood. Fortunately, for Dou Dou, this was nothing. The thought process of a robot is much simpler than a human’s; it only needs to follow the program and complete what it should do.
As for how its creator would utilize this afterward, it didn’t need to worry.
In a sense, Dou Dou, this human-like intelligent entity, probably represents the ultimate essence of intelligent life. At least this little guy never feels bored, let alone obsessed or competitive.
Dou Dou isn’t worried, but others invariably felt so anxiety.
Really, artificial intelligence went through such theatrics, made the shortest opening speech in history, set up such a highly watched stage, and the result...was just this?
Really just this?
Really damn just this?!
Okay, actually, the point of everyone’s frustration wasn’t just the brevity of Qiao Ze’s acceptance speech but having this top figure in the mathematics world set such an example ant that how would the other awardees give their speeches later?
Originally, winning an award was an exciting event, and many planned to give speeches lasting several minutes, but now this no longer seed appropriate. If young people, with accomplishnts everyone else couldn’t match, were so humble, then a group of middle-aged and older individuals going onstage later to prattle on endlessly felt peculiar.
That feeling of being comprehensively outshone is even more uncomfortable than eating a piece of excrent.
After all, mathematicians receiving awards at the World Mathematicians Conference are big figures, keen on maintaining their dignity.
So there wasn’t much choice, following the shortest opening speech in history, this Mathematicians Conference re-enacted the shortest awards ceremony in history.
Weighing it up, the big figures eventually chose to keep their dignity rather than bragging onstage.
They received their awards very modestly, then either sincerely or playfully said a few words, then walked off the stage honestly. The longest acceptance speech given was no more than two minutes.
As a result, the watching netizens were reluctant to leave, staying until the conference finally reached the opening report segnt.
Many netizens who held on until this point finally reached their limits.
The earlier excitent was indeed quite a spectacle, but to listen to reports was unnecessary.
A lot of what Qiao Ze wrote is available online, and it’s incomprehensible, completely incomprehensible!
The guys responsible for managing the live broadcast, seeing the crowd disperse like a receding tide, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
By this ti, Qiao Ze once again sat at the conference podium, and for the next sixty minutes, it would be his stage.
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