Chapter 810

On the Moon Palace.

In the lab.

Sitting in the chair beside the porthole and looking out at the silvery white planet, Ian Crawford, Professor of astrobiology and Planetary Science from Berkeley College, University of London, suddenly smiled and said.

"About six years ago, I wrote an evaluation report detailing the economic feasibility of lunar mining."

Sitting opposite him, Stephen paluby, with his beard running from chin to sideburns, snorted.

"And then?"

"Later I published the paper in the process of physical geography and sent it to UKSA," Ian Crawford continued, shrugging his shoulders, "although UKSA bureaucrats probably treated it as wastepaper."

Professor Stephen: isn't it

"Of course not," Professor Ian smiled and raised his chin toward the porthole. "Aren't the Chinese making it a reality now?"

"Then sooner or later, they will find that instead of sending production lines and workers to the moon, they can build them on the earth and then send them to space," Professor Stephen murmured. "What's more, we have similar plans."

although Stanford University is not an exclusive University, as a university Americans, he doesn't like to hear any good news about China's space race, especially when ares project has become a mess.

He was not in a good mood. He subconsciously put his hand to his chest. Then he remembered that he was wearing the spacesuit in the cabin, not the coat with cigarettes in its inner pocket.

"Damn, isn't there a place to smoke?"

Swearing back, Professor Stephen was about to get up from his chair when a voice came from the side.

"To smoke on the space station, you need to add at least two million smoke particles recycling budget to the ventilation system of each space cabin. You'd better hold on to the ground and smoke again."

Coming in from the direction of the cabin door, Professor Zhao Shuxuan grabbed the handrail of the bulkhead with one hand and the latest test report with the other arm. He continued to open his mouth and said, "OK, everyone. That's the rest time. It's a short time. There are three unfortunate ares colonists waiting for us to save them. "

When he heard that the Chinese researcher put the word "misfortune" together with Ares' plan, Professor Stephen's eyes flashed a trace of unhappiness, but he didn't say much.

The Ares plan is indeed full of misfortunes. Every day from that dust storm to now seems to be full of misfortunes. Now the top astrobiology, microbiology and clinical biology experts from seven countries sit here, either to do something else or to clean up the mess for the Ares plan.

While distributing the printed copies of the test results, Zhao Shuxuan explained the situation briefly to other researchers in the experimental cabin.

"The latest test results have come out. Except for colonist 3, the level of antibody and hypnopheromone in colonist 1 and colonist 2 has declined. Judging from the heart rate, metabolism is gradually returning to normal level. It should not be long before you wake up Do you want me to give you some time to look over the test results? "

"No, I've read it," Professor Stephen continued, pushing his glasses aside. "It's not about antibodies or x-0172 bacteria."

Professor Ian: "spores."

"That's right, spores," Professor Stephen nodded, glancing around at the other scholars in the experimental cabin. "Only by solving the spores can we really solve those problems."

Professor Leslie asked, "do you have any good ideas?"

"We have two options now."

"The first plan is to find a way to prevent x-0172 bacteria from forming spores. The second plan is to find a way to kill the spores directly and remove them completely. "

Professor Leslie thought for a moment, then whispered, "the second method is very difficult."

"Yes, so at present, it's probably feasible to plan one," Professor Stephen continued after taking a look at the environment in the experimental cabin. "With all due respect, the research conditions here are too simple. I don't know if the physical experiment will be more convenient in a gravity free environment, but if we want to find a way to prevent the formation of spores by x-0172 bacteria as soon as possible, it's better to send the samples to the earth and use the experimental facilities on the ground for research. "

When he said this, Professor Stephen's eyes fell on Professor Zhao Shuxuan.

As the representative of Chinese researchers and the person in charge of the whole x-0172 bacteria project, only he has the right to apply to the Moon Palace to send the inactivated samples to the earth.

Of course, Stephen hopes not only to inactivate the samples, but also to persuade the moon orbit construction committee to send x-0172 bacterial spores in good shape to his laboratory at Stanford University.Only there can he have greater assurance that he can find a way to eliminate the bacteria once and for all.

However, the Chinese researcher didn't make him.

Shaking his head, Zhao Shuxuan simply rejected his proposal.

"It's too risky, even a completely inactivated sample can't guarantee safety."

"There's no theoretical 100 percent safety, but we can do it without fail," Professor Stephen tried to persuade. "Even if it's a terrible smallpox virus, don't we also keep samples?"

Zhao Shuxuan hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

"This matter still needs careful consideration."

Professor Stephen sighed heavily.

"We've been thinking about it long enough."

……

The academic discussion ended with no constructive results.

Seeing that it's not early, experts from all over the world have simply solved the dinner, and then they have returned to the living cabin one after another, drilling into the shape and tree hole like living space.

Lying on the bed board, Professor Stephen connected the laptop to the data interface of the bulkhead, and connected the earth's network with the communication channel provided by the Moon Palace.

Although there are various problems such as slow speed and high delay, it is enough to use this small water pipe to deal with their own work and exchange views with domestic researchers.

After logging into the instant messaging software, Professor Stephen was about to contact his assistant. His assistant sent a voice call request to get in touch with him.

"I'm sorry to disturb you in your busy schedule, Professor, but I have to report one thing to you."

Stephen asked, frowning, a little stupefied.

"What is it?"

"According to your request, we searched the database for research on spores and anaerobes, and the results were retrieved on Arxiv."

Pause for a moment, his assistant continued.

"The author claims that He found a way to inhibit the formation of spores by x-0172 bacteria. "

"It's impossible, or it's possible, to write this paper by only seven people in the world, including me," Professor Stephen said, shaking his head with a smile. "Send me the email."

His assistant nodded.

"Good professor."

In arXiv's paper, Stephen had no hope at all.

The first-hand data of x-0172 bacteria are basically on the Moon Palace. If other scholars want to do this research, they must first find a way to get the samples.

However, at present, there are less than 12 inactivated specimens sent to the earth, only some large research institutions can have them, and the people who can access these specimens can not be the kind of scholars who are only satisfied with arXiv.

Of course, although the probability of mining valuable papers from arXiv is almost zero, it doesn't prevent him from seeing what the author has written.

After all, even if power is to open up research ideas, it is quite good.

When he opened the paper, Professor Stephen's eyes swept carelessly on the screen. However, when he saw the third page at a glance, he suddenly heard a light noise in his mouth.

His brow gradually dyed a trace of seriousness. He turned the paper back to the part of the introduction and looked at it carefully again.

"What are these things How did it come out? "

His mouth was broken and he said something. The more he looked down, the more surprised he was.

The eyes are constantly changing with doubts, surprises, sniffs, unbelievable colors, and finally all the thoughts turn into a deep shock.

Suddenly turned the paper to the beginning again, Professor Stephen now just want to know one thing, that is, who wrote this paper!

However, when he saw the author's name, he suddenly froze.

“Z……？”

What?