Cyber Heroes

The evening of March 23, 2028.

In the fourth hour after the "free time", Xiang Shan looked helplessly at Mr. Hu, who was opposite him.

"Officer Hu, if you don’t believe what I just said, you can go to monitor. This is definitely not my initiative to contact foreigners..."

"How can it be." Officer Xiao Hu shook his head: "To the teacher...ah no, if we are about the same age, I'll call you to comrades. Comrade Xiang, I said before, now it’s a peaceful age. We have come with a heart of peace and development, and we must carry forward the Republic’s tradition of'equality, mutual benefit and peaceful coexistence', and work with colleagues from all over the world to unlock the secrets of'Ogon' and contribute to the scientific development of mankind. It’s a good thing that you can deepen ties with your colleagues at home and abroad. Organizations will never criticize you for this matter."

——Peaceful Age...

Xiang Shan feels strange to this word. He glanced out the window.

Here is his small dormitory. Single room, the room is only about three square meters, there is a direct drinking water pipe, no private bathroom.

Outside the window, there are groups of blue helmet soldiers walking back and forth, jeeps, and occasional helicopters.

It seems that peace only exists in this small cubicle of three square meters.

"Comrade Xiang, don't think so." Hu Gu shook his head: "Yes, the security forces here are a bit strong...maybe there are complicated elements. However, I can guarantee that there is absolute peace here. "

"In addition, I came to you mainly because I don’t want you to have conflicts with foreigners in the organization. Look, I just said this in the morning, everyone has to be with foreign colleagues. Communicate and make more friends. You have quarreled with experts from the United States this afternoon..."

Xiang Shan frowned: "Quarrel? I'm just an unfathomable mystery who was trained to be full of faces, right? That person? ......The United States? It is completely based on prejudice and malicious speculation on my amateur hobby. I have expressed full respect for his personal opinions......"

Hu Guan smiled Come out: "Comrade Xiang has quite an innate talent for foreign affairs. But I still hope you can repeat what happened just now."

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

Xiang Shan, who had just had dinner in the cafeteria, stood in the area near the woods in the park, looking at the white "tent" from a distance. In the afternoon, he was dragged to have two meetings, conveyed some things that were not important, and then became the master and contacted a few scholars he knew...Until now, he had the opportunity to look at that place well. .

Although he knows that the slightly reflective white in the pink sunset is unexpectedly a pure Earth product, the contents in it are from the alien "Voyager".

Think of this, Xiang Shan feels shivered. It is a kind of coolness from the soul. When facing this tent, he felt crystal clear ice falling from the top of his head into his heart, which was unspeakably refreshing.

At this time, some "amateur hobby" took root again...

Xiang Shan pulled out a leather-covered, palm-size notebook from his chest pocket and put it to his mouth Side cou. But he laughed at himself quickly, opened his notebook and pulled out a pen.

He originally had a portable electronic notebook. The screen used was a mobile phone screen purchased from the waste electronic product recycling market. There were also some waste components, and other parts were printed by himself. The performance is okay, but only simple functions such as recording and taking notes-or in other words, all performance is piled up for the goal of "office". The system inside is also modified with open source code.

It is a product of practice.

Although the actual performance is not comparable to the latest products, it is very comfortable to use. Xiang Shan likes this kind of DIYbauble. Unfortunately, electronic products cannot be brought here.

Xiang Shan has a lot of amateur hobby. But what he is most content with is "writing science fiction." When he was undergraduate, he published two short stories in domestic publications.

And now, Xiang Shan actually feels an unprecedented sense of "fate."

——Although I am not the first scientist to stand in front of this alien creation, I am definitely the first science fiction writer to stand in front of it.

This idea alone made Xiang Shan feel inspired.

Anyway, there will not be a research task in the last two days, so it's better to start thinking and write the outline.

As for when to finish writing...hahahaha. Just kidding, I'm not a professional writer. When the outline is complete, the story is perfect for me, okay!

Xiang Shan first drew a sketch on the notebook, recorded the appearance of the "tent", and then recorded the "inspiration" or "idea" of the story.

"Well, um...I don't think I can continue in this line, but I can go to that line to develop." Xiang Shan is satisfied with his "creative".

At this time, a voice interrupted his thinking: "You don't actually need to do this kind of thing."

It's English.

Xiang Shan turned his head and found that the person speaking was a white young man with black hair. He leaned on a street lamp base, holding a book in his left hand, which should have just been closed. The man looked slightly thin, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a three-dimensional face. It's just that his eyebrows are very flat, and there seems to be an inevitable anger.

Xiang Shan pointed at himself blankly: "Are you talking to...me?"

The young man nodded: "You don't have to do this kind of thing. You know Does it? That star won’t stay in the ocean for long. No one knows how the items inside and whether they can be preserved in the Earth environment—maybe the items inside come from the planet with scarce oxygen, as long as it’s in contact with the Earth’s atmosphere. What about violent spontaneous combustion? These uncontrollable factors will prompt those idiots above to organize the first exploration team."

"And when the time comes, all intelligence is shared between various countries. It’s meaningless for you to record external information here."

There is a trace of disdain in the youth's expression: "Human society is about to undergo tremendous changes. You have faced all this, but still want The trick to spy?"

Xiang Shan touched his forehead. He felt as if someone had said something similar today.

"To be honest, I'm just as a science fiction writer, and I'm just taking material here." Xiang Shan showed his notebook: "The whole illustration, not excessive, isn't it? Why can this be considered a spy behavior?"

black haired youth snorted with his nose, seeming to express disdain: "Do you think I really can believe? Only science fiction writers think that science fiction writers will be called here after this happens. This is again It’s not in the 1980s. Academic research and science fiction have been out of touch for a long time."

In the last century... Maybe it was the "Planet War Project"? Science fiction writers are still guest of NASA and other research and development institutions. Many R&D institutions feel that the imagination of science fiction writers can give them directional hints.

Probably the "model role" played by Sir Arthur Clark?

However, as disciplines become more and more differentiated, professional knowledge becomes more and more difficult, and more and more out of touch with the context of daily life, the role of science fiction writers is getting smaller and smaller. As early as thirty years ago, those experts no longer welcomed science fiction writers to their meetings.

After all, in terms of brain holes, science fiction writers can no longer mention on equal terms with real scientists.

Xiang Shan started jokingly and deliberately said: "But I really didn't lie to you, I really am a science fiction writer. My name is Xiang Shan, if you can access the Internet, you should be able to inquire To my work."

Heaven and Earth conscience, this sentence can only be really true.

He Xiang Shan is indeed a science fiction writer, and indeed there are works that can be inquired.

It's just that he was not invited as a science fiction writer.

The young man was taken aback: "I heard that the Republic is known for its technocrats? Why is the professionalism so... so..."

Xiang Shan smiled.

"Voight!" Suddenly, a tall woman rushed from the side: "You shouldn't come into contact with other people without authorization! You are a dangerous person!"

"Oh... "Voight showed a scornful expression: "Are you the FBI? You also have law enforcement powers beyond the borders of the United States? I don't think you have the right to restrict my communication with other people."

"Let You stay here, it's just that the people from the expert group fainted and added you to the'whitelist', you information terrorist." The woman cried, "Include you in any project with a confidential nature. , Are all wrong! As long as the FBI finds evidence, we will send you to jail."

"This is just a false accusation." The young man shrugged and didn't seem to care.

The woman turned to Xiang Shan. He did not approach, but opened his arms, spread his hands, and kept a three-meter distance from Xiang Shan: "Are you from the Republic? Listen well, no matter what he said to you just now, please don't care. This guy is just a radical. Madman. If there is any offense, I am willing to apologize for him. This is just his personal behavior. I don't want any diplomatic disturbances."

Xiang Shan nodded. He had never been in contact with this kind of thing, and he didn't know what was going on, so he turned and left without saying a word.

Then ten minutes later, Officer Xiao Hu walked over with a serious expression and said that he wanted to talk to him alone.

Officer Xiao Hu shook his head: "That woman is very impressed. She opened her hands and kept a distance from you. It was for monitoring purposes, indicating that she did not do any small actions to you, and did not convey any information."

Xiang Shan was surprised: "Is it so...serious?"

"It may be because that woman's original identity is rather special." Officer Xiao Hu looked strangely uncomfortable: "It is estimated that she herself knows that speaking too close to you may cause unnecessary diplomatic disturbances. Now at the critical stage of negotiations, anything may have unpredictable consequences."