There was a reason why Reid and Gu Yan could become competitors.
In some ways, they were the same kind of people.
Their hearts were as hard as iron, and they had a clear goal and desire. They rarely had emotional fluctuations. In other words, emotions were not the most important thing in their hearts.
Therefore, regardless of whether they had the confidence or desire to save this world, they would do their best to save it.
At this moment, they were facing the first crucial turning point of the plan to save the world.
"How do you think the world's governments will react?" Reid looked at Gu Yan.
In front of them, Reid's artificial intelligence, Xiao Xi, was monitoring Starbeck's every move.
She seemed to be leaving, but in fact, her eyes were always on Starbeck.
Gu Yan was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Although I don't want to be too pessimistic to judge how bad this world is, the truth is that the situation is not very objective … Most of the people in power in this world don't have descendants."
Since the world's governments were calling for people to stop having children.
As the one calling for it, he naturally had to set an example.
Moreover, with the situation in this world, having children would only torture them.
It was just like Starbeck's guilt.
"You're really pessimistic."
Reid seemed to be joking, but there was no joking expression on his face.
It was obvious.
He and Gu Yan had the same thoughts.
"Without descendants, there is no selfishness to save the world. They can only rely on their sense of mission and responsibility to save the world. In this world, these two things are a bit ridiculous." Gu Yan looked at the monitoring interface in front of him and continued, "Now, we're just doing some experiments."
Even if they failed, they could still get a lot of important information.
Reid stopped talking.
He felt that there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between him and Gu Yan.
However, whether it was as a partner or a competitor, he did not dislike this kind of tacit understanding.
After Reid and Gu Yan left, Starbeck couldn't wait to carefully look at the content on the tablet.
This blueprint was not too far away from this world.
Therefore, as a top expert, it was not difficult for Starbeck to understand.
But the more he looked, the more amazed he was.
Many of the whimsical ideas seemed like coincidental designs, but they were perfectly suited for the best situation.
It didn't look like a design without a physical object at all. Instead, it looked like a mature technology that had been experimented, produced, and put into practice again and again.
How did he do it?
Xiaoxi gave Stampeck an "answer".
"I have an extremely powerful simulation function." Xiaoxi's cute face said seriously, "This blueprint has undergone countless calculations and improvements, and has long been perfected to a certain extent."
"That's amazing."
Stanbec didn't doubt Xiaoxi's words because it was the only explanation.
Naturally, he would not have thought that this blueprint had been experimented and improved by other civilizations again and again.
He was just amazed by how powerful Xiaoxi was and felt more confident about the future of mankind.
However, in addition to being amazed, he also began to think about how to persuade the highest government to call on everyone to invest in the construction of the immigration spaceship.
Then, he looked at the blueprint a few more times.
He made a decision.
"Although I can't complete this blueprint alone, until now, there are no elites in the world who can understand it." Stampeck picked up a pen and began to draw the blueprint according to his understanding on the white paper he bought.
He even called his daughter to help.
For a few days, they were busy with this matter.
Even Dell didn't go to class.
It was somewhat ironic.
Dell, a top student with good grades, didn't go to class for a few days, but the school didn't respond.
It was as if they didn't care at all.
No, they just didn't care.
In an era like this, academic results no longer mattered. They didn't need scientists or even lawyers. Teachers, doctors.
They only needed farmers and herders, as well as workers who produced daily necessities.
Only these could bring a little bit of use to this civilization that was striding towards extinction.
This was such a world.
But now, Stampeck wanted to change this point.
He was beginning to be tempted.
Looking at the results of his and his daughter's work, Stampeck took out his phone and dialed a number that had long been engraved in his memory.
"Hello? Who is this? "On the other side of the phone, there was a somewhat old voice.
"Mr. Woolf." Stampeck's voice was a little emotional. "It's me, Stampeck."
"Stampeck … Stampeck?" The person on the other side of the phone answered with some hesitation, as if he was thinking. Then, he suddenly realized and his voice was filled with excitement. "It's Stampeck, you're still alive? That's great, I, cough cough, sorry, my body isn't very good. "
"Me too." Stampeck was also a little emotional. "We're both old."
Woolf on the other side of the phone wasn't a researcher, but he had another identity.
He was the general manager of the space immigration project.
Of course, that was in the past.
He was the person sent by the global government to manage the development of the entire project. He was also ambitious and wanted to complete this great project to save all of humanity.
But, after that, due to various reasons.
This huge project was abandoned bit by bit.
Woolf was also forced out by his competitors, lost his position, and returned to the global government. After that, Stampeck's project was abandoned, and he never saw his former boss again.
He only heard that Woolf's position in the global government was getting higher and higher, and he finally retired as a member of parliament.
This was the reason why Stampeck called him.
But, Woolf seemed to be more emotional than him.
"That's right, we're both old, how are you? Stampeck, I'm so happy that you called me. Do you know how long it has been since I last saw the people I used to know? Every day and every night, I've been looking back on my failed life. Can you come and see me? Just treat it as the last time you see me, Stampeck … "
This old man who used to be in a high position, his voice was extremely weak, and he sounded like he was about to cry.
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