Ever since the Johnson & Johnson experiment was successful, Professor Grange and his experiment had been in the center of public opinion. Suddenly, this topic was even more popular than the BFR rocket that was going to Mars.
There were many opinions on human cryonics technology, but most ordinary people were against it.
Even though it could provide a way for terminally ill patients to survive, the cost of maintaining a cryonics device for decades wasn't something that ordinary people could afford.
If this technology was destined to only serve the upper class, and the social costs would be passed on to the "awake" people, then there was no reason for the lower class to support its existence.
A Dutch performance art painter even drew a satirical oil painting about this. He put a frozen mummy in an ice coffin on a throne, and a group of servants in suits and leather shoes knelt on one knee in front of it, holding a group of ragged slaves in their hands. It was satirizing the rich who wanted to live a luxurious life in the future, just like the pharaohs thousands of years ago.
A North American science fiction writer even described a dystopian society ruled by a group of ice coffins that would never wake up, as well as servants who never wanted their masters to wake up.
In that dystopian society, people lived in extreme poverty, social development was stagnant, and the social class was solidified to the point that it was almost impossible for a person to achieve the possibility of class advancement through their own efforts, because most of the wealth was monopolized by the "immortals" and their servants.
Even though in a sense, these viewpoints were somewhat one-sided, the problems caused by this did attract the attention of many knowledgeable people.
There was a heated debate in the academic community about whether or not this technology was ethical.
However, just as the debate was going on, something big happened.
While everyone was criticizing this technology, the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study quietly set up a cryonics research group. They invited Professor Liu Zuobing, the director of the Cell Cryonics Medical Research Laboratory at the Institute of Basic Medical Research of the People's Liberation Army General Hospital, as the project leader.
As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar internationally.
It would be fine if it was some small fry, but what was the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study?
It was the cradle of controllable fusion technology!
It was the birthplace of the Skyglow spacecraft!
Most importantly, Professor Lu was the director of the hospital, and he was the one who approved the research …
Many people who opposed the cryonics technology felt that something was wrong, especially those who opposed cryonics technology. They were panicking.
F * ck!
The research project that Professor Lu had his eyes on!
What if he really succeeded in his research?!
Although Lu Zhou had never shown any extraordinary talent in the field of biology, no one could guarantee that he wouldn't do so in the future.
After all, Lu Zhou had created too many miracles.
Not just that, but some people even recognized Professor Liu Zuobing's name and pointed out that they had seen his name in Professor Grange's paper …
All the signs indicated that Lu Zhou was not joking. He really intended to solve this problem.
…
In the Department of Economics building at Princeton University.
Professor Angus Deaton, who was sitting in his office, angrily took off his glasses and slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.
"This is unbelievable!"
Professor Witten stood across the desk and smiled. He took a sip of tea and spoke gently.
"What's wrong? My friend. "
If he was only half bald five years ago, now he only had a beard on his head.
It couldn't be helped. Time waited for no man.
He was born in 1951, and he was now over seventy years old. He had reached the age where he had to count his days.
Especially two years ago, after his old friend Professor Atiyah failed to challenge Riemann's hypothesis, Professor Atiyah closed his eyes peacefully. This had a huge impact on him. Now, he lived a semi-secluded life in Princeton. He was not as active as he was a few years ago.
"I don't understand why Lu Zhou would do something like this! With his intelligence, there's no way he didn't think of this! " Professor Angus angrily complained as he took the computer from the side and opened his email. His fingers were trembling as he typed on the keyboard and edited the email.
Witten smiled at his old friend's excited look.
"Don't get too excited, my friend. We're not young anymore. Pay attention to your blood pressure."
"But … I have to stop him!"
Witten gently put down the teacup in his hand and thought for a moment.
"Maybe … he has his own difficulties?"
Angus' fingers paused and frowned as he looked at Witten.
"You're saying … the Chinese government forced him to do this?"
"That's not it. It's just that it's unlikely!" Edward Witten smiled and paused for a second. He then said, "He's a very assertive person. No one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Similarly, once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him. "
Angus was silent for a moment. He slowly took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and leaned against the chair while trembling.
"Based on your understanding of him, why would he do that?"
"You're wrong, I don't know him very well. Even when I was in Princeton, I only knew that he was a talented scholar." Witten paused for a second and said, "In comparison, Professor Fefferman knows him better. And I … agree with Professor Fefferman to a certain extent. I also think he's a respectable scholar. "
Professor Angus said with a sarcastic tone, "Even though he's using his knowledge to do something wrong?"
"Who knows what will happen in the future? This might be a bit politically incorrect, but I think cryonics technology isn't as bad as you think? "Professor Witten smiled and said," Even the worst invention can't be worse than the telephone, right? Nowadays, young people don't use love letters to express romance. "
Angus shook his head and said, "You don't understand."
Witten smiled and said, "It's true that I don't understand economics very well. Maybe I'm limited by my scientific thinking. But I think we're all mutual. Just like in your eyes, I'm a stubborn old man who only knows how to use mathematics to study physics. In my eyes, you only know how to study shoddy and unaesthetic mathematical models. What's the difference? "
"It's not a crude mathematical model, it's a phenomenological model that has been carefully verified! To a certain extent, it objectively reveals the objective laws of human social activities. "Angus raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically," If you look down on those things, why don't you try to win a Nobel Prize with your own mathematical model? "
Witten rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Oh … You gave me a difficult problem. I might have to wait until cryonics technology allows me to go to the future. That is, if I can live that long."
"Eternal life means eternal death, my friend. It's not a bad thing to accept the end of life calmly." Professor Angus looked at Witten and said, "I know Atiyah's death touched you a lot, but we will all face this day, so there's nothing to worry about."
"I don't want to talk about this with you." Witten looked away and said, "If you have something to say to him, why don't you go see him and talk to him in person? Every time I talk to him, I learn a lot … If it weren't for the doctor's advice, I would have gone with you. "
"Oh, that's exactly what I was thinking!"
Professor Angus closed his computer and stood up from his office chair. He then walked toward the door.
Witten smiled as he looked at his old friend leaving the office.
"Remember to say hi to Professor Lu for me. Tell him his old friend misses him and wants to play cards with him!"
There was no response from outside the office.
It seemed like Professor Angus had left.
Witten smiled and shook his head. He held the armrest of the sofa and slowly stood up.
"Every second I use means one second less. Why didn't I notice this before …"
As he muttered to himself, his gaze drifted to the window. He looked at the turtledove that was cleaning its feathers on a branch. Suddenly, he spoke without any rhyme or reason.
"Nice."
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