When all of the world's weapons of mass destruction were destroyed, in a sense, humans had become obedient babies without the ability to resist.
From Lan Mu's point of view, this world only needed to focus on civilian technology. There was no need for military power.
He knew he was being treated as an alien, but it didn't matter. He was like a sword of Damocles hanging over the entire world's head. On one hand, it was a type of deterrence. As long as he, the apostle, was here, even if he didn't show himself, people wouldn't dare to fight amongst themselves.
On the other hand, it was a type of coercion. When humans were under great pressure, they would definitely burst forth with shocking potential. The explosion of technology and whatnot would happen at will.
By creating this mess, he had created an 'enemy' for all of humanity, a target.
Even though it was much less oppressive than the apocalypse, when combined with the scientific atmosphere, technological development definitely wouldn't slow down.
Lan Mu left behind all of humanity's research bases and particle colliders, but he didn't lock down their technology. This was actually very surprising, and they couldn't figure out his intentions.
Which alien invaders didn't destroy all of their research facilities, but instead destroyed their weapons? This was clearly leaving humanity a path of survival.
After destroying the last military factory, humanity was only left with infantry weapons, returning to the era of army warfare.
At this moment, Lan Mu flew to a certain area in Australia, stopping in this vast desert.
His every move was still under the surveillance of the Global Defense Council. Seeing that he didn't continue to cause destruction, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"Sapphire seems to be on standby. Should we send the army over?"
"No, it's pointless. We can't stop what it wants to do."
The council couldn't do anything about him. This was the first time in history that humans faced off against aliens. The feeling of helplessness was tormenting everyone.
The people became more and more restless, and society was in turmoil. All kinds of negative opinions appeared, and the people were even divided into the praises and self-help groups.
The praises were very idealistic. They believed that the aliens' goal was not to harm humans, which meant that they wanted to integrate humans into their civilization system and become a race. This incident was actually a great fusion of civilizations in the universe. It had a positive meaning and was worth praising.
As for the self-help group, they were originally people in despair. However, after they gradually calmed down from their despair, they realized that the situation wasn't that bad. Perhaps humans had a chance to fight back and escape.
Thus, they began to advocate self-help. After all, there was still hope for humanity's technological development and the possibility of breaking out of the solar system.
However, at this moment, because of Hawking's firm decision, the council had to carry out a proposal.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin the third vote. Should we allow euthanasia for Professor Hawking?"
The chairman of the board, the former Secretary General of the United Nations Jia Nan, said. His expression was very dispirited, the rapid decline of the Earth's situation had caused him to be mentally and physically exhausted.
Killing a great scientist was the most absurd proposal in the world.
Those who had the right to vote were not only the heads of state, but also the four great scholars and eight great deacons of the Church of Science.
As the person involved, Hawking was also quietly waiting for the results of the vote in his wheelchair. There was no doubt that as one of the four great scholars, he had also voted for himself.
However, this matter was too shocking. No one could bear the crime of killing a great scientist. Even if the Church of Science voted for Hawking's martyrdom from the second vote, the passing rate was still less than 40%.
Seeing that the difference in votes was too big, Hawking and his children left the council hall.
Walking out of the council building, a deacon of the Church of Science chased after him.
"Hawking, forget it, this is just an illusory conjecture." The elder scientist said.
"You guys go home first. I want to talk to an old friend." Hawking sent his children away. The three children were not young anymore. After hesitating for a moment, they still obeyed their father's request. They were very repulsed by their father's absurd decision to commit suicide. His death experiment was rejected three times, which made the three children feel a lot more relaxed.
Now, only the old deacon was left pushing Hawking's wheelchair.
The deacon said: "Pinning hope on a dead person and sacrificing a top scientist for this is an impossible resolution for the board of directors. Hawking, our scientific research centers have been preserved. We are using the particle collider to study the microscopic data. As long as we develop high-energy weapons, we will have the capital to fight against aliens. This is what we scientists should work hard on. "
Hawking wrote: "Develop high-energy weapons? You know how far we are still. I'm just a theoretical physicist. I can't help you. Instead, I need your help, old friend. "
The deacon said: "I know what you want to say. If I do that, I will be a murderer, and a heinous one."
"No, this is an experiment. There is a saying in the East that if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. If death can allow you to see another truth of the universe, how beautiful would that be for scientists? Newton and the others had such a pursuit that they studied theology in their later years. I think their doubts were answered after death. "Hawking wrote.
The deacon said: "You are already daydreaming, Hawking. Although I can understand you, I really can't do it."
Hawking wrote: "Please, I've been trapped in a wheelchair for half my life. Even death needs the approval of the whole world. The only one who can help me is you, old friend."
The deacon was so entangled that he could only express silence.
Hawking wrote: "I just want to die for myself now. Even if the Hubble I see is just an alien scam, I will accept it. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of seeing the divine kingdom of scientists, it is my own decision. "
"Please help me … I can't even commit suicide."
Finally, the silent deacon took him to a rest suite in the council building.
… …
An hour later, the board of directors was actively discussing several new proposals for the Church of Science.
"Several additional projects regarding CERN have been officially approved."
"But even if the world's ten large particle colliders are fully tested, it is estimated that there will be no breakthrough in three years. There may not be enough time … Even if the aliens arrive on Earth in a hundred years, even if we succeed in imitating the accelerated particle cannon project of the aliens before the enemy comes, I'm afraid the power will not be satisfactory. It will barely be able to deal with the sapphire detector in Australia, let alone the follow-up alien troops."
"This is just one of the projects. More resources will be tilted towards the aerospace industry. Everyone, escape may be our greatest chance of survival."
"In fact, it is also unrealistic. As long as our escape speed is not higher than the enemy's speed, it means that the probability of them catching up with us is 100%."
"What else can we do? Do you think we should put our hopes in the words of the eulogist? "
While they were discussing fiercely, Hawking's three children and students broke into the conference room.
They were not qualified to participate in such an important meeting, but they brought a very shocking news.
"What? Professor Hawking was taken away and has been uncontactable? "
"What happened? Track it down! "
The council temporarily put the meeting on hold, and the secret service personnel began to investigate.
After only three minutes of investigation, they found that Hawking's friend took him to the lounge without saying hello to anyone and even asked the people in the lounge to leave.
According to an employee, the door was locked.
"This is not right …"
"Oh no! Go save him. "
The secret service personnel hurried to the lounge. When they broke in, they saw Hawking still lying in a wheelchair in a classic posture.
As for his old friend, a deacon of the Church of Science, he was sitting on the side with his head down.
"What's that in your hand? What happened? "
The secret service personnel went up and found that Hawking had fallen into eternal sleep.
As for the deacon, he was holding a syringe in his hand.
The deacon said in a low voice, "He failed. Thirty minutes passed and nothing happened. He left very quietly."
"Unbelievable, you killed Professor Hawking!"
The secret service personnel immediately arrested the deacon, and the other party did not resist at all.
The council quickly learned about the whole incident, and everyone did not know what to say.
The deacon of the Church of Science, a respectable scientist, murdered another great scientist.
The council did not know how to announce Hawking's death to the world. It was a disaster.
Everyone gradually felt that Hawking's original purpose may have been to commit suicide, and everything he said was a lie for death. A psychiatry professor guessed that perhaps because he had been in a wheelchair for a long time, he had slowly developed a psychological illness. He had long wanted to speak softly, but everyone had been blinded by his optimism and appearance. Now, he had taken this opportunity to finally convince his friends to kill him and complete his suicide.
There was no doubt that the deacon had committed murder. As for the nature of the crime, it remained to be studied.
"It's stupid. The proposal has not been passed. How can you execute a death sentence without authorization?"
"You have committed a crime against all mankind!"
Faced with the condemnation of others, the deacon raised his head and said firmly, "He won't deceive me. I believe him."
A leader said solemnly, "Then why didn't anything happen? When people die, they must disappear. As a scientist, you believe in pseudoscience. It's unbelievable. "
"He just failed …" The deacon smiled bitterly. "Forget it, just consider it as fulfilling a friend's wish …"
"But you will bear the blame for it!"
The result was there, and even other scientists expressed puzzlement and blame.
The deacon said, "I admit it."
The council was in a terrible state, and the Church of Science was also discredited. They did not know when to announce Hawking's death, at least not now. Otherwise, the society that had gradually been controlled with great difficulty would be noisy again.
Now it was no longer a matter of whether they believed Hawking or not. Whether he was telling the truth or not, the objective fact that nothing had happened was here.
Hawking, like the previous sages, died silently. It was so normal, no different from a mortal.
It was conceivable that the deacon's behavior would be recorded in history. When he was alive, he would be reviled by tens of thousands of people, and after death, he would be "famous for eternity."
At this moment, the dignified council hall, as well as the puzzled and angry faces of the crowd, converged into a huge pressure, crushing this equally great scientist to the point where he could not raise his head. Although he believed in his old friend Hawking so much, at this moment, he still felt regret and even thought of committing suicide.
Until …
"Report! Report! "
"Australia … A black hole appeared over Australia!"
"What … What?"
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