Chapter 442: The Human Mind Is Tiny Compared To The Universe
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
While the Nobel Committee for Chemistry was arguing over whether or not Lu Zhou should win the award, the PRX thesis continued to impact the physics industry.
Lu Zhou had received many calls and emails over the past few days.
Lu Zhouâs physicist friends such as Professor Frank Wilczek, Klaus von Klitzing, etc., were all surprised by his work.
There were also some strangers that wanted to get to know Lu Zhou and discuss the turbulence phenomenon with him.
Additionally, there were also some invitations from academic conferences.
For example, the IAEA-Demo international conference in November. They invited him to do a one-hour report on his turbulence phenomenon research.
Normally, Lu Zhou would have gone for it.
After all, there were many excellent controllable nuclear fusion reports at the conference. If he wanted to build the first DEMO nuclear fusion reactor by 2025, he had to utilize his international academic opportunities...
However, over the past few days, he hadnât been âin the zoneâ.
After accepting the mission, Lu Zhou didnât immediately start working on a feasible sub-mission. Instead, he gave himself a week off.
Heâd walk around campus every day or take his Ford Explorer for a ride.
Although New Jersey was small, there were plenty of tourist attractions.
Like The Sussex County Park which was covered in red by the autumn leaves, or the 220-foot white war veterans monument on top of High Point mountain that overlooked the tristate area.
Lu Zhou suddenly realized that he had been missing out on what America had to offer. Unfortunately, he went on this trip alone, with only one set of picnic utensils.
The only partner that was always by his side was Xiao Ai.
Whether it was at the High Point State Park in New Jersey or on Princeton Campus, Lu Zhou was never fully relaxed; he was always thinking about a problem.
If the system contained all of the solutions to civilization or humanityâs unsolved academic problems, then the most effective method would be to tell Lu Zhou the answers directly instead of getting him to do research and figure out the answers himself.
However, the system obviously didnât do this. Rather, it guided Lu Zhou to study these mysteries on his own.
Lu Zhou enjoyed studying, and he felt that his knowledge had increased exponentially under the systemâs guidance. Not only did he surpass people his own age, but he had also achieved what most could never hope to accomplish in their lifetimes.
However, what confused him the most was the motive behind the systemâs actions.
He had actually thought about this problem for a while now.
Is there a species of alien out there in the universe that is entertained by us low-level humans? Or does the system come from the future?
The possibilities were endless; it was even more complex than a chaotic physics system.
However, Lu Zhou felt like no matter what the motive was behind the system, it probably wasnât some kind of boring principle like âhumans must solve their own problemsâ.
There had to be a deeper motive behind this system that came from nowhere.
Suddenly, Lu Zhou had a strange idea.
What if the Zhouâs conjecture about Mersenne primes is only a practice question, and the Goldbachâs conjecture... or even the NavierâStokes equation is the system giving me âhomeworkâ... or rather, âresearch projectsâ?
And the general points give me a way to buy the answers, almost like a supplementary exam.
In this case, when all of my subjects reach Level 10, will the system give me a âgraduation letterâ or maybe an âacceptance letterâ for a higher academic level?
Thinking about it this way... Iâm not a professor as I havenât even graduated from the system yet!
Lu Zhouâs hypothesis was further affirmed when he recalled reading âthe small fire of civilizationâ in the systemâs controllable nuclear fusion mission chain description.
He sat on a bench near Lake Carnegie as he stared at the body of water that was sparkling under the sunset. This lake had brought him a lot of inspiration. However, this time, it was unable to answer his question.
âFor you, these questions arenât even questions, right?â
This wasnât the first time Lu Zhou felt something like this.
However, this was the first time Lu Zhou felt like humanityâs mind and glory was so small compared to the universe...
Suddenly, a familiar voice brought him out of his daydream.
âWhat are you looking at?â
Lu Zhou looked over and saw Molina standing there.
Molina didnât know why, but she felt like Lu Zhou was ignoring her.
âWhatâs... wrong with you?â
Lu Zhou shook his head.
âNothing... I just bumped into a problem I donât understand.â
âThereâs a problem that you donât understand?â Molina raised her eyebrows and said, âI thought thereâs nothing in this world you donât know.â
Lu Zhou smiled when he heard this, and he shook his head.
âI donât know why you think that when there are so many problems in this world I donât understand.â
Every night, sporty students and professors from Princeton would run around Lake Carnegie; Molina was one of them.
Lu Zhou would occasionally sit on the bench, and he would always see Molina running.
The two had a pretty good relationship. Not only were they academia friends, but they were normal friends as well.
At a place like Princeton, other than his own students, Lu Zhou had very few friends that were around the same age as him.
Molina looked at Lu Zhou, who was staring at the lake, and she said, âYouâre becoming more and more like those people.â
Lu Zhou said, âWhich people?â
âThe old folks at the Institute for Advanced Study,â Molina said. âI wouldnât be surprised if one day the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study offers you a tenured researcher position.â
A tenured researcher at the Institute for Advanced Study was different than a tenured professor at Princeton. The title itself was one of the highest honors in academia. There were less than 30 tenured researchers among the top four universities.
For example, Einstein was one of Princetonâs tenured researchers. This went to show how high the threshold was.
Also, unless there were special circumstances, a lifelong honor like this would almost never be awarded to a young scholar...
So, when Lu Zhou heard Molinaâs ridiculous statement, he laughed. âTenured researcher? Iâll take that as a hopeful wish?â
Molina smiled and said, âOf course you can, but you do realize Iâm saying that you look like an old man when youâre thinking?â
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, âDonât say that. In terms of age, youâre older than me.â
Molina: â...â
She didnât know why, but she suddenly felt like throwing her can of coffee at his face...