"It depends on whether you want to resurrect Gaia or Gaia civilization," Dr. Amos replied after hearing Jiang Chen's words.
"Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is, and the difference is huge." After a pause, under Jiang Chen's gaze, Dr. Amos continued, "If it's the former, it can be done in theory, but the difficulty is infinitely high. First of all, we have to find well-preserved Gaia fossils from the ruins and find a way to extract complete DNA fragments from them. Then we must integrate all the DNA fragments into a complete chromosome, and then combine all the chromosomes into a genome. "
"What about the latter?" Jiang Chen asked.
"The possibility of the latter is basically zero," Dr. Amos said. "The inheritance of civilization is mainly reflected in the accumulation of knowledge and the education of the next generation, not the genotype. Let's not talk about whether we can find the complete DNA information of Gaia. Even if we excavate a complete clue from the ruins and successfully synthesize Gaia with the culture tank, I bet that Gaia from more than three billion years ago will not be any smarter than the chimpanzees in our zoo. "
Amos's last sentence reminded Jiang Chen of a piece of news he saw a long time ago. The news was that a child was raised by a wolf. Even after being discovered and brought back to modern society for treatment, he still retained the habits of a beast, unable to integrate into society, and unable to learn human language.
For some reason, Jiang Chen was relieved.
For an ancient civilization that had been dead for more than three billion years, it was better to let it lie quietly in the grave for future generations to admire.
If it opened its eyes one day, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for mankind.
Just then, his watch suddenly rang.
Jiang Chen rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the caller displayed on the screen. Seeing that the call was from Ayesha, he told Amos to wait for a moment, then walked out of the lab while pressing the answer button.
"Something happened to the plane."
Before he could speak, Ayesha said quickly on the other end of the phone.
"Plane?" Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then frowned slightly and asked subconsciously, "Which plane?"
After a short two seconds of silence, Ayesha said in a serious tone.
"… It's the flight from this morning."
…
Wake Island Air Force Base. The sky was still dark, but the airport was already busy.
The heavily armed Marines lined up on the tarmac and quickly assembled next to the Black Hawk helicopter. On the other side, on the runway of the air force base, two Boeing F-18 Hornets took off in an emergency and sped toward the Mariana Islands.
In the command room of the Wake Island Air Force Base, the senior officer stationed at the air force base stood next to the radar image with a serious expression. His eyes were glued to the radar screen as he waited for the report from the Air Force while praying silently in his heart.
Static noises rang out, followed by a despairing report.
"This is Worker Bee 1. Target airspace search completed. Air Force One was not found."
"This is Worker Bee 2 … unable to locate Air Force One."
The command room was eerily quiet.
All the officers looked at each other and finally looked at the man standing at the head of the table.
The man held the phone in his hand and stood there silently.
After a long time, he hung up the phone, turned around, and glanced at the other officers in the command room with a serious expression. He did not say much and only threw down two simple words.
“Round-house。”
This was an order from the Pentagon.
The moment they heard these two words, the expressions on everyone's faces were more than doubled. Many people's palms were sweating, but many people's eyes flashed with fighting spirit and even excitement.
They knew the meaning of this code name.
This meant that the UA had entered Level 3 state. All troops in the country were in a state of combat readiness. The Air Force was required to be equipped with combat equipment within 15 minutes and wait for the next instruction from the Pentagon.
In history, the UA had only entered Level 3 state three times.
The closest time to today was September 11, 2001.
And just one month after September 11, the UA launched a war in Afghanistan …
At the same time, Capital.
In a uniquely decorated single-family house, the sky outside the window was just beginning to brighten.
Mike Pence, wearing pajamas and with messy hair, sat on the sofa and stared at the news projected on the TV.
"… At 9: 20 this morning, the Boeing 747-200B (Air Force One) taken by UA President Trump failed to enter the Wake Island air traffic control zone as scheduled after passing the Mariana Islands. After receiving the order from the Pentagon, two destroyers and four anti-submarine frigates docked at Wake Island immediately set off for the target sea area. However, so far, there is no more news. "
"According to the report from our correspondent in Xin, Celestial Trade has urgently sent air forces and rescue ships to the target sea area to assist the UA in the search and rescue work."
"At present, the Pentagon and the Capitol have refused to comment on this matter. An unnamed Capitol official said that the 'Air Force One' may have crashed, and the cause of the accident is still under further investigation …"
Mike Pence's hand that was holding the glass turned blue because of excessive force. He held his breath and felt his heart beating fast at this moment. He couldn't believe that they actually used this method to make him sit on the throne of the president.
He didn't even have time to digest the secret agreement he signed with the political broker sent by the Morgan Consortium yesterday.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
Coming back to his senses, Mike Pence looked at the table.
The name on the caller ID was John Corning.
He forgot when he saved this number, but he was definitely not unfamiliar with this name. Whether it was because of the identity of the former Republican senator or because he was now leading the largest intelligence agency in North America – FBA.
Mike Pence pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Vice President. Please allow me to briefly introduce myself. I'm John Corning, Director of the FBA. I'll briefly talk about the current situation — "
"I'm watching the news," Mike Pence said softly.
"… Well, it seems that you already know that something happened to Mr. President. I know this news is hard to believe, but things have happened. Our car is already on the way and will arrive at your door in about two minutes. Before Mr. President's safety is confirmed, please go to the Capitol immediately to preside over the overall situation. "
John Corning was halfway through his sentence when Mike Pence heard a knock on the door and the footsteps of his wife going downstairs to open the door.
"It seems that your people have arrived," Mike Pence said softly, trying to make his voice sound natural. Mike Pence said softly, trying to make his voice sound natural. "Can you give me time to change?"
"Of course, but you'd better hurry."
After hanging up the phone, Mike Pence leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Less than half a minute later.
When he opened his eyes again, the previous anxiety and nervousness could no longer be seen in his turbid pupils. All that was left was the confidence of a superior and the ecstasy hidden behind the calmness.
From now on, he was the president of this country. He would lead the country instead of sitting safely in front of the stage and being a mascot that frequently appeared in the public's sight without any power.
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