Without hesitation, he placed his hands on the tabletop—the holographic keyboard woven with holographic images and motion capture cameras.
"I will make you pay the price..."
…
"Please step back, citizen, your words are stimulating the emotions of the person being controlled. If you continue to engage in provocative behavior, this will become evidence against you in court."
Professor Gilbert waved his hand impatiently, picked up his reading glasses from the table and put them on again.
However, this punch did not hit Professor Peterson. The android police officer standing nearby quickly grabbed his fist. The other two police officers also reacted and quickly controlled him.
At this time, a professor wearing a large gray windbreaker quickly walked out of the college building.
"But do I take them to heart? These fools are just a bunch of brainless slugs, not even as good as the old repeater I still have in the storage room! They don't understand science or science fiction. You’re just pretending to be shit, and just being alive is an insult to the theory of evolution!”
Leonard made a helpless expression and walked out of the room with slumped shoulders.
Although it has gone through several renovations, an old house is still an old house after all. As long as the solid wood floor gets old, no matter how it is renovated, it will still make an annoying squeaking sound when stepped on.
Whether a student or a colleague, it's hard to find someone who likes this old guy.
However, when he just arrived at the school, he was stunned by what he saw in front of him.
Like an old friend for many years, Professor Peterson gave Professor Leonard a hug without any explanation. After they separated, he patted his shoulder and said with a sad face.
Looking at Professor Leonard who had calmed down, Professor Peterson had a winner's smile on his face.
Most people may not be interested in this word, but he is different.
"Even if I were given another chance, I would tell him in front of him that his paper is a piece of shit and has no research value."
Professor Leonard frowned and asked as he quickly walked forward and came to the side of one of the policemen.
My heart sank to the bottom for a moment.
Hearing these words, Leonard couldn't help but have a bright smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth curved with a hint of confidence.
Professor Gilbert has thought about this more than once, if it weren't for the leather shoe that flew to the podium, making the elderly Professor Vernal look so embarrassed, would history be different...
And most of them are netizens from the North Sea Alliance or the Ibero-French Federation...
"What do you want to do? Stop it!"
"You guy..."
In this day and age, there are not many such cute old men left...
Just a little bit different.
However, the moment he saw the news, his whole body froze.
Thinking of his father telling him yesterday when talking on the phone that there was a very important report meeting today...
According to the civil procedure laws of the North Sea Alliance, if charges are brought against him here, it means that he must be responsible for his remarks, and the other party can also use this as evidence to counterclaim.
Taking a deep breath, Professor Gilbert calmed down his breathing, but soon he became irritable again.
Professor Gilbert is definitely an anomaly at Oxford.
Thinking back to that day many years later, Professor Gilbert still couldn't help but feel fascinated.
Just a little bit.
Just when he was thinking about finding a towel to wipe his wet hair, a reminder to reply suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
Leonard slowly came back to his senses and looked at Professor Peterson with dull eyes.
Even though holographic technology has now been popularized in all aspects of life, he still stubbornly uses tablets to work and write papers, as if only things that are visible and tangible can bring him a sense of security.
"Put aside Professor Peterson's thesis for now... By the way, starting from this year you will be a member of the historic Department of Archeology of Oxford University. Go buy yourself a decent suit. Tomorrow is the first class in your life Class, don’t embarrass the Vernal School.”
Sometimes he thinks that he is already in his 30s and it is time to move out of this home. In fact, he had been thinking about this issue until yesterday.
That is the unique smell of wood and leather furniture that was common in the past era. It is difficult to completely eliminate no matter how many times you clean it.
Not just that…
The most loyal... opponent of the Vernal School!
Professor Leonard took a deep breath, pulled off the rain-soaked tie around his neck, and threw it on the sofa nearby.
Heavy rain washed the streets.
When a person is in an extreme environment and is regarded as an alien by everyone in the environment, he must either continue his paranoia to the end or choose to be assimilated by the environment. There is almost no third option.
His father had always been stubborn about accepting new things.
The android reminded in a gentle electronic voice: "Citizens, please stop illegal activities."
Seeing what was happening in front of him, Professor Peterson opened his mouth, made a surprised expression, and opened his arms, as if he was confused about the situation in front of him.
"The most ridiculous thing is that only a species with at least close to human intelligence can become the overlord of the planet... When will humans become the unit of measurement of the universe again... We all have to admit that this is a stupid joke. How can such a weak person fool around? Entering our campus.”
"... Sometimes I can't help but wonder, am I your son, or am I picked up by you?"
The moment he heard the name, Leonard felt his mind spin.
"Does science rely on mainstream views? Does science have the concept of 'mainstream'? Jesus Christ, this is the 22nd century, and I thought I was living in the Middle Ages! I really go back in time as I live!"
"That professor's name is..."
[Hello, I saw the post you just posted on the LSPM forum. Could you please chat with me?]
Hearing the word accusation, Leonard calmed down for a moment.
"… all of you."
"Shut up."
In the night, thunder rolls through from time to time.
An unknown fire suddenly rushed to his forehead. Leonard suddenly rushed forward and raised his fist to hit him.
In his impression, this guy contradicted his father at the report meeting more than once, and he had no manners as a scholar at all. He always used a messy way to obstruct the progress of the report meeting, and it was him who was the last one. His father was so angry that he was hospitalized.
"Welcome home, Master Leonard. You look like you got caught in the rain. Do you want me to help you dry your clothes and put bath water in the bathtub before dinner?"
However, now, it seems that there is no need to consider this issue. His father has left, and he is the only one left in this house.
The pupils of the android auxiliary police officer flashed blue light slightly, and a soft but unmistakable sound came from his lips.
His mentor almost became the Darwin of the new century and the Mendel of archeology, and he almost became the apprentice of the master of archeology in the new era, joining hands with his mentor to dominate the entire Oxford University Archeology Department.
Thinking of Professor Peterson's arrogant face and the sneer on the corner of his mouth when the head of the Department of Archeology of Oxford University announced to him that the project had been cancelled, his heart felt like a knife twisting, and there were bursts of stinging pain.
After identifying Leonard's facial features through the eye camera, it said in a gentle voice.
Since this mineral vein is only 20 kilometers away from Tiangong City, located in a canyon, and very close to the ruins of the Gate of Hell, this lover of meteorite culture made a bold speculation. The clues found in this canyon, It is possible that the truth about the collapse of the Gate of Hell a century ago is buried...
"I feel like you actually care a lot..."
One is because his teacher is Professor Vernal, who was once famous for being stubborn and known as "Dr. Cockroach", and the other is because his unsophisticated way of doing things has offended many people.
Hit the send button.
"We all have to admit that if a species wants to grow into a planetary civilization overlord, it should at least have an intelligence level close to the average human level, but such intelligence has hardware requirements. I don't know what they are in other places, but in The name of Earth is myelin. At present, it seems that cockroaches have a typical primitive nervous system. Even if the Martians don't know about myelin, they should carry their own proprietary artifact, but the reality is obviously illogical... "
"Be open-minded, Mr. Leonard. I admit that I do oppose your father from an academic point of view, but it is my academic freedom to express my opinions..."
"Then, I'll take my leave first."
Professor Gilbert said with a straight face.
Compared with the postmodern apartments and high-rise flats in the city, his ancestral home in the suburbs was bought by his father when he was young and has been in use for many years.
In an old mansion that looked to be about eighty or ninety years old, Professor Gilbert, wearing reading glasses, was talking ramble.
"Logic, logic... These idiots talk about logic every day, but they never consider that their own logic is a piece of shit! Besides, is scientific research about evidence or about the shit in these guys' heads?"
Soon, a line of text was projected in front of him.
"Is it me? On purpose? What do you want to say it's me? Or... what do you want to accuse me of?"
"Look at their arguments to refute me. I'll find one at random. Yes, this guy named Peterson, don't laugh when I read it..."
It was at this moment that a crazy idea suddenly emerged from his mind.
As if he was reading a joke, Professor Gilbert snorted. Although it was to stop others from laughing, he laughed first.
"It's you!" Gritting his teeth, Professor Leonard stared at him and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "You did it on purpose..."
As for the audio and video recordings, the android with the police nearby recorded the entire process, which are legal evidence that can be presented in court. It can be said that if he does something extreme, the situation will be very detrimental to him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Leonard... your father was a great scholar."
Although most of the replies below this post were unfriendly to the poster, and most even ridiculed him, Leonard was different.
After seeing Professor Leonard standing outside the cordon, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly changed his mind and walked straight over.
Sitting in front of the holographic projection screen, Leonard's fists were clenched tightly.
Leonard, who was confident before, suddenly froze with a smile on his face, and was eventually replaced by a helpless expression.
"...What's wrong with you? Mr. Leonard...you seem to be a little out of control, but I don't know where I offended you."
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"Don't worry, Dad, I definitely won't-"
Looking at the stack of meeting notes tucked under Professor Peterson's elbow, he seemed to understand something for a moment.
With a bad premonition welling up in his heart, Leonard swallowed nervously and asked in a trembling voice.
At this time, a general-purpose type 1 housekeeping android with a height of about 1.7 meters and no obvious facial features came to the entrance and stopped.
There was a surprised expression on his face. Leonard obviously didn't expect the other party to reply so quickly. He clicked on the reminder pop-up window with his right hand.
…
Ignoring the abstract smile, Leonard walked to the refrigerator with a sullen expression, took a bottle of beer, and then returned to his room.
Those guys not only planned to take away my father's life, but also planned to take away the Vernal School that he spent his whole life running and maintaining, and take away everything including his office and classroom...
Professor Leonard, who had just attended his father's funeral, got out of the car and slammed the car door behind him.
"No, that's your illusion."
The author who posted this news claimed to be a miner at Shidel Mining and an amateur meteorite culture enthusiast.
"What's wrong?"
"Okay, I admit my mistake, I apologize, I'm very, very sorry." He opened his arms and quickly stepped back. Professor Peterson laughed, looked at Professor Leonard who was glaring at him, and bowed slightly without sincerity. Bowed.
[Dr.Z]
"Have a nice day..."
"Gilbert, do you know him?"
It has to be said that you get what you pay for. The bionic humans produced in this low-end industrial chain are not only clumsy in doing things, but their bionic engineering is also a mess. If they are dressed up a little, they can even use the uncanny valley effect as a selling point. The haunted house is scary.
As the only smart device in this dilapidated home, after receiving the owner's order, the android still kept an abstract smile and stayed aside quietly.
He had just gone to Pan-Asian Cooperation to attend an academic conference. Before returning home, he planned to go to Oxford University to report on the progress of the conference and his work during this period.
Just when his emotions had reached their peak, a red bubble suddenly popped up in the inbox of his account on the LSPM website.
"We are all very sad that something like this happened...please express our condolences."
At this moment, Professor Peterson's arrogant face appeared in his mind, causing him to grit his teeth unconsciously.
The policeman looked impatient, scratched twice on the translucent holographic panel, and answered in a formulaic manner.
In one of the latest mines dug by the company, this amateur of meteorite culture discovered many clues that were suspected to be the remains of Martian civilization and took photos of these clues.
Soon, his pupils shrank instantly and he recognized that face.
"To put it simply, they act as if they cannot understand human speech. If your paper is different from what they think in their minds, they will insult your paper as science fiction. The most hateful thing is when they are slapped in the face After that, it will be treated as if nothing happened, and we will not be held responsible for it.”
There was a musty smell in the house.
His father's mentor, when he was not even a cell, had gone to Mars as a "mission" of human civilization, and was an eyewitness to that great earthquake.
Although fists are sometimes part of academic discussions, it is really unfair to let an old man fight hand-to-hand with a young man.
"Look at what he said, as if the universe is his backyard. The rocks and specimens my mentor dug back from the Olympus crater are not as good as the foxtail grass he planted in his own backyard."
Standing next to Professor Gilbert, Dr. Leonard, who was in his early thirties, stared at his furious father in stunned silence.
Earth, North Sea Union, England, suburbs of the small town of Oxford.
As his son, Leonard had to admit that his father sometimes went too far, and even used him as a negative example to remind himself.
The tone softened slightly, and Professor Gilbert, who calmed down, looked at his son and continued.
As the only existing direct disciple of the Vernal School, he believed more than anyone else that there must be some huge secret buried in that ruins, and that earthquake must be more than just an earthquake.
"There is no doubt that you are my son, and self-reliance is the ancestral motto of our family. I hope you will keep this in mind. Go ahead and don't bother me here. In our era, we were already married and established at the age of thirty. It’s time for you to learn to grow up.”
"A professor died suddenly during a lecture. According to our forensic analysis, it was initially determined that the cause of death was a heart attack."
Door of hell!
[Are you interested in that ruins?]
With his back turned to the random alarm ringing, he looked gloomy without holding an umbrella or running. He just let the rain blow on his face and walked back home through the front yard.
"what happened?"
Approaching Professor Leonard, Peterson smiled sinisterly and said softly.
I saw a yellow cordon set up outside the archeology department's teaching building. Two fat police officers stood nearby, having a simple exchange with the android police officers who had finished investigating the scene, and reporting the situation to the headquarters.
It has been a year since he joined the Department of Archeology at Oxford University and became an honorable full-time professor. The suit he bought that day was worn out, and Leonard was almost used to the life of a professor.
"...Also, let's talk about the rent." After coughing, Professor Gilbert interrupted his son's confident speech and looked aside, "You have a job now, just pay me 1,000 credits every month. That’s it.”
It seems that the research direction he is following seems to have new "dynamics".
"Until now, we still have little understanding of the situation more than three billion years ago. We have only made reasonable inferences through limited fossil samples. He is already certain that those Martians have exactly the same characteristics as cockroaches on Earth." Primitive nervous system'? It is even certain that there must be no brain nerve structure in their nervous system that is better than myelin or that can replace it? Or is it that what this fool saw in his backyard is the entire universe? God … Is there any more idealistic and arrogant argument than this? When did myelin become the most perfect tissue in the universe?”
Even the bionic robot took a lot of effort before he successfully persuaded his father to allow him to buy it for his family.
The policeman glanced at him.
“…Is the person who posted this on Earth?”
"OK."
However, even so, he could still understand why his father became like this.
Although it was not the time to care about these things, he still clicked on the reminder out of a subconscious reaction.
Obviously, his father made a choice very much like people of "that era" would make. He was truly proud of his identity as a "scholar", defended his own doctrines as an honor, and fucked from time to time. Translator, speak what Professor Lu said.
LaVenger Peterson!
"… dad?"